Chapter 4
Maggie got home a little after midnight. For the first time in months, her mind wasn't a whirlwind of activity as she made the one hour drive from town. She didn't even go to the trouble of making up a story about why she was so late.
She parked her Bronco in the detached garage by Bobby's pickup, closed the door, and strolled toward the house. She glanced at her sister's house and saw a light in the kitchen.
Debra must be working on the books again. I'm glad she does it. I hate book work. And I sure don't trust Bobby or Sam to keep things straight. Not that either of them showed any interest in the ranch. They spend all their time at their piddly little sports store in town. If Debra and I didn't make money with our horses, we'd have to live in a cave and subsist on what we could hunt.
She entered a totally dark house. She dropped her handbag on the couch in the living room and went to the bedroom without turning on a light.
Guess I'd better take a quick shower. Jake had me sweating like a cutting horse at spring round up. God, that man can fuck! He turned me inside out a half dozen times. Can't remember when I've been fucked so well. I would have settled for his tongue. Getting his cock in my pussy and mouth was gravy.
She walked into the bedroom and stopped dead still. Something about the bed didn't look right. She walked closer. The bed was empty. She turned on the lamp by the side of the bed and saw the sheet of paper propped against the pillow. She read Bobby's scrawl without picking up the note, turned and walked quickly out of the house, and across to Debra's house.
Debra answered her light tap on the kitchen door and said, "Hi, Sis. You're out late."
"Been in town," Maggie said. "Is Sam here?"
"No. He left me a note. Said he was going to Cheyenne. Come on in. I just made a pot of fresh coffee. "Why did you ask about Sam? Something wrong?"
Maggie followed her older sister inside. "Bobby left a note saying he was going to Denver. He didn't say why."
"Sam didn't say why he was going to Cheyenne," Debra said. "I just assumed it was something to do with their store."
Maggie poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table across from Debra. "They've never gone out of town on business before. Why now? Why leave a note? What's so important they couldn't tell us in person? Bobby's pickup is in the garage. They must have gone in Sam's truck. Why would they do that if Sam was going to Cheyenne and Bobby was going to Denver?"
"Maybe Bobby was going to fly there from Cheyenne."
"Maybe," Maggie said. "Maybe there's something going on we don't understand."
"Have you and Bobby been getting along lately?"
"No, not for several months. He's been as skittish as a newborn colt, and very short-tempered. Every time I try to talk to him, I get a litany of my shortcomings and little of the root problem. He bitches daily about the long drive into town. Says he doesn't understand why we can't live in town like civilized people-his words, not mine-but I don't think that's the whole problem."
"Same here," Debra said. "I try to explain to Sam that we can't run the ranch from town, and without the ranch, we wouldn't eat. He never seems to hear a word I say. This whole thing looks mighty strange to me. Think they bundled up their belongings in a bandana tied to the end of a stick and ran away from home?"
"I didn't even check to see what Bobby took. I read his note and came straight here. I saw your light when I came home and knew you were still awake."
"Well, guess we'll just have to wait and see what they're up to. I suppose they'll let us in on the secret when they're ready. Sometimes, I don't care."
"Yeah, I feel the same way. Bobby hasn't saddled up this little filly and taken her for a ride in months."
You, too? Sam seems to have forgotten that a man and woman can do anything but fight. What were you doing in town? You don't usually go out at night by yourself."
"I felt like getting drunk."
Debra looked at her sister carefully, couldn't see any sign of inebriation. "You didn't succeed."
"No." Maggie sipped her coffee and gave Debra a long, searching look, wondering if she should tell her sister exactly what she did in town. "I ran into Jake Steele at the hotel saloon."
"And he talked you out of it. Good for him. You don't need to get drunk. I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks. How is he?"
'Terrific!" Maggie said softly.
Debra's eyebrows shot up and her eyes got big around. "You slept with him." It came out as a flat statement, not a question.
"God, no!" Maggie exclaimed, grinning happily. "I didn't waste time sleeping. I hate that euphemism. That's like saying you 'have sex' with somebody. How can you 'have' sex?"
"Well, well, my little sister fucked the town stud." Debra grinned. "You want it blunt, you get it blunt. Was this your first time?"
"Yeah. A double first. First time I fucked Jake and the first time I fucked another man since I married." She remembered Jake's insistence she wasn't cheating and intentionally avoided the word.
"Good for you. I'm surprised he didn't nail you a long time ago. He has a terrible crush on you."
"So he told me. Have you fucked him?"
"No, but I've sure thought about it! Sam treats me the same way Bobby treats you. At least I keep my nails worn down trying to climb the walls."
"How did we ever let ourselves get in such a mess? What are we going to do about it?"
"I won't let it get me down, Maggie," Debra said solemnly. "And neither should you. I was going to say that Sam and Bobby are grown men. They aren't. They're adults, but they haven't grown up yet. Maybe they never will. In any case, they're going to do what they're going to do, and there isn't much we can do about it. We have the ranch and each other. We'll manage. We're survivors, dear." She laughed. "Enough gloom and doom. Does Jake have a nice cock?"
Maggie got a dreamy look on her face as she thought about his magnificent cock. "Outstanding. Maybe nine, nine-and-a-half inches long and at least two inches thick. My mouth isn't exactly small, as you know, but I had to stretch wide to suck it. I thought my jaws would break.
"And you wouldn't believe the fantastic way he eats pussy, Debra! God, I thought I would go crazy! He got me off at least a half-dozen times before he stuck his big cock in me and fucked me senseless I hate to admit it, but he fucked me better than I've ever been fucked in my whole life and I've had my share of cock. Or did, before I let Bobby take over my life."
"God, no wonder the women call him the town stud!" Debra squirmed, crossed and uncrossed her legs a couple of times. "You'd better stop or I'll wear my nails down to the quick!" She couldn't stop, however. She had to know more. "Do you think he would be interested in me?"
"He called you a beautiful, graceful palomino and me a beautiful, graceful strawberry roan. Said we're two of the finest fillies he's ever laid eyes on and couldn't imagine anything more enjoyable, more adventurous, than taking each of us for a long ride. Preferably together."
"Oh, he did, did he? Well, I like being compared to a couple of prime horses better than being called a cold, heartless, disloyal bitch. Think he could handle both of us at once? Ever done a threesome? How would you feel about double-teaming him?"
"Whoa, honey!" Maggie chuckled. "Boy, you get the bit between your teeth and run wild, don't you? Yes, I think he could handle both of us at once. No, I've never done a threesome. I think double-teaming him would be fantastic. There, did I answer all of your questions?"
"God, if we could arrange it!" Debra whispered.
"He's available every Wednesday night while Karen does her own thing. He keeps a room at the hotel for out-of-town clients. That's where we went tonight."
"That presents a problem," Debra said. "I usually attend her soirees."
"Oh? So you were out kicking up your heels instead of working on the books. I thought maybe Karen has a stud who services her every Wednesday night. Jake said she knows about his escapades and doesn't object."
Debra shook her head. "She doesn't have a stud here in town. She doesn't trust the men around here to keep their traps shut. She and Jake find another man to join them when they go to Denver or Vegas or Tahoe."
"Well, I guess Jake was telling the truth," Maggie mused. "Knowing that, why haven't you fucked him?"
"Beats the hell out of me. Maybe I thought I should be faithful to Sam. Maybe I thought Jake didn't like me well enough to give me a ride."
"Boy, you got that wrong! His tongue hung out a foot when he talked about you. Of course, since it was hanging out so far, I made him put it to good use. If you want, I can find out if he's available other than Wednesday. Maybe an afternoon, or something. You aren't one of those silly girls who insists on waiting until dark, then turning off all the lights and hiding under the covers when you fuck, are you?"
"Good God, no!" Debra exclaimed. "I like to use all my senses when I fuck. It's so stimulating to see everything. You aren't pulling my leg, are you? He did say those things about me, didn't he?"
"I have never lied to you, dear. And I never will." Maggie looked at her watch. "Damn, where does the time go? I'd better get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us. Are you okay? About Sam and everything, I mean?"
"I don't care about Sam," Debra replied firmly.
"As to everything, I'll probably burn out ray vibrator. Listening to you talk about Jake, thinking about fucking him, really gets the juices flowing."
Maggie said, "I wish I could help you somehow, but I don't have the right equipment. I wondered what you do for relief."
"I sure as hell don't chew anti-acid tablets!" Debra quipped. "Don't you have a vibrator?"
"No. Bobby threw it away on our honeymoon. Said he didn't need competition from a piece of plastic." She kissed Debra on the cheek. "I'll see you in a little while."