"Does riding a horse feel good?"

The saddle jolted beneath us as the horse trotted along. I steadied myself by holding the slender waist of my friend's alluring wife. Her skirt fluttered constantly in the wind.

My friend was in a nearby house, completely absorbed in a card game—while right in front of him, I was out riding a horse with his beautiful, delicate young wife…

Madeline McKinny was petite and adorable, with a figure that was anything but modest—especially her chest. She was also my buddy's young, delicate wife. She usually liked to wear ultra-short skirts.

With her baby face, full curves, and snow-white skin, she became the main target of teasing whenever we got together. Of course, she was also the object of everyone's fantasies. Every guy wanted to know whether her small body could really handle their rough imaginings.

Strangely enough, my buddy Logan Riley never seemed upset about it. First, because it was all just joking banter—nothing truly inappropriate—and Madeline only blushed instead of getting angry. Second, he took pride in it. Having a wife that made everyone envious boosted his ego and made him feel respected.

What Logan didn't know was that I truly liked Madeline. I had no intention of stealing another man's woman, but I was always looking for chances to be alone with her. I wanted to hold her, breathe in her sweet scent—and more than anything, I wanted to lift her skirt and slide down her little panties.

Luckily, Madeline didn't like playing cards or watching others play. So whenever she came over, I would find ways to spend time alone with her. Gradually, her relationship with me became noticeably closer than with the other guys.

Today was Monday again—the day we always gathered, and the day I got to see the Madeline I'd been thinking about nonstop.

The guys were already seated and had started playing cards. Their girlfriends or wives either sat beside them watching or scrolled through their phones.

Only Madeline kept glancing around, clearly not wanting to sit there.

I quickly stood up and told everyone I had a riding lesson today and needed to go prepare. No one really cared. They were all busy drawing and playing their cards.

Only Madeline looked up at me, her eyes carrying a hint of anticipation.

"Anyone want to come take a look? You can ride a horse too," I added casually.

"I do! I'll go. It's so boring here," Madeline said at once and stood up. No one thought much of it—she had always been lively and playful.

"Let's go." I gestured to her, and she followed happily.

Madeline walked in front of me. Her figure was full and curvy, and every step made her skirt lift and fall again.

My eyes never left her hips. I kept hoping I'd catch a glimpse of her panties. I wondered what kind a girl this cute liked to wear.

"Connor, is riding a horse fun? I've seen them a few times before, but they're so tall. I was afraid they'd kick me, so I never dared to try." She suddenly turned back, clearly waiting for my answer.

"Of course it's fun. When it runs, the feeling is amazing. I'll teach you in a bit."

Heh… this was promising. Since Madeline had brought it up herself, I'd take advantage of the moment on horseback.

I quickly fitted the horse with a double saddle and led the tall chestnut horse over to her.

"Wow! It's so tall up close!" Madeline stared at it, her eyes sparkling.

"Come on, I'll help you get up and try."

I took her hand and led her to the stirrup on the side. Before she could react, I grabbed her left ankle and placed it into the stirrup.

"Connor! I… I'm not ready yet…"

She grew nervous all at once, but I didn't give her time to hesitate.

"Push with your right foot, step into the stirrup with your left—up!"

As I spoke, I supported her by the hips and lifted her onto the stirrup.

Through the thin fabric of her skirt, what met my hand was soft and springy. I had to admit—Madeline wasn't just well-endowed in the chest; her hips were just as tempting.

Then I lifted her right leg over the horse's back and settled her onto the saddle. In the instant she swung over, her skirt flipped high into the air.

White thong panties. Two round, snow-white cheeks of her bottom were exposed right before my eyes, with only a tiny strip of fabric at the center.

So sexy.

"Pffft—!"

The chestnut horse snorted loudly and paced back and forth.

"Ah! Connor, hold me!" Madeline's cry snapped me out of my daze.

Right—such a gorgeous lady was right in front of me. How could I not act?

"Don't be afraid. I've got the reins. Come on, I'll lead you around once."

As I spoke, I guided the horse along the track. Excited, it pawed at the ground and began to trot, its body bouncing lightly.

"Ah—Connor, I'm scared!"

"Don't be. I'll teach you."

Gripping the reins with one hand, I stepped on the rear stirrup with my left foot and pushed off, swinging myself up onto the horse and settling in behind Madeline.

The saddle was a parent-child double saddle, smaller than a standard two-person saddle, so the moment I mounted, I was pressed tightly against her back.

The warmth of her body and her intoxicating fragrance drifted to me at once. Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front…

Perfect.

Madeline seemed frozen, unsure what to do. She didn't dare lean back against me, yet didn't know how else to move.

"Madeline, let me teach you. Hold the reins."

I wrapped my arms around her, placed the reins into her hands, then covered her hands with mine and pulled downward firmly.

The horse responded at once, breaking into a lively run.

The wind roared past as I leaned close to her ear and shouted, "Isn't it exciting, Madeline?"

"Mm! Connor, with you here, I don't feel so scared. Riding really is exciting!"

Her attention was fixed on the road ahead and the thrill of riding for the first time. She didn't notice that our lower bodies were already pressed tightly together.

Holding the beauty I'd been longing for, our bodies rubbing back and forth, the thing between my legs slowly grew hard.

Madeline must have sensed something. The tips of her ears turned red, and she relaxed against me.

I could clearly feel her breathing quicken, yet she didn't seem unhappy, nor did she try to move away from me.

There was an opening. It seemed this young married woman was quite sensitive.

After riding a little longer, Madeline began to squirm.

"Connor… my skirt seems to be stuck under me. It's really uncomfortable."

"Oh, lift your hips a bit."

Before she could answer, I supported her soft, springy hips with both hands and pulled her skirt free.

"Is that better?"

My breath grew hotter and heavier as I wrapped one arm around her slender waist.

"Mm… but it feels like something is poking me…"

Her voice dropped, and her words carried a different kind of meaning.

She was already married—she knew exactly what that "something" was.

If she were resisting, she would have asked to get down immediately. So what did she mean by saying that?

My heart started pounding wildly. Was this a signal?

"I know."

By now, all hesitation had vanished from my mind.

One hand held her waist, the other slid onto her thigh.

My lips followed, sealing over hers. My tongue pried open her closed teeth, drawing out her sweet tongue and sucking it gently. One hand slid down along her back, slipped into the waistband of her panties, and slowly moved inward, rubbing with two fingers at the top of her cleft.

Warm and soft in my arms, the tent below me grew larger and larger.

Madeline felt the change in my body too. After a long moment, we parted our lips. Gasping, she buried her face against my chest and rubbed lightly.

"Ah! Connor… no…"

Though her mouth said no, the hand pressing against me had no strength at all.

Her body went limp, her breathing chaotic, her head tilted back, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips.

Seeing the moment was right, I grasped her waist with both hands and lifted her up forcefully, then turned her to face me and set her down in front of me.

Then, I pressed my fingers to the edge of her panties, teasing along her slit as I pulled the fabric aside…