Company Property (Part15)

"You get to experience the "Club" Little girl." Tammy looked back at Clair, smiling, "It's where rich bitchy women go to act all superior and get a real fucking from a Stallion!"

Kelly laughed, "Reducing most of them into dirty stable sluts."

Clair found herself very interested, "So it's a club for sex? I take it; why do they come here? Wouldn't it be more private on their own property?"

Kelly and Tammy explained why affluent women flocked to their facility as the Golf cart whirred along the path.

"Rich women love boarding their horses here because of the exclusivity," Tammy explained, her voice carrying the tone of insider knowledge.

"Our club offers top-notch amenities and personalized care for the horses and their owners. And an unprecedented level of privacy, At least from the outer world."
Kelly nodded in agreement, adding, "And let's not forget the prestige. Being associated with this company elevates their social status among their peers."

Kelly got serious for a minute, "Rich women are drawn to this place for its mystique. The intense taboo and secret perversions. It's a place where the lines between reality and fantasy blur."
"You know," she quipped playfully, though with a hint of truth, "Some of these wealthy wives spend more time with their horses than their husbands. They've found their true soulmates in these Stallions."

Tammy chuckled in agreement, casting a knowing glance at Clair. "It's true," she added with a wink. "I've seen marriages where you'd think the horse is wearing the wedding ring."

Clair added, "I've read articles about women taking stallions as husbands. Does this actually happen?"

"Oh, little girl, I know a dozen women happily married to horses. However, the club is geared towards wives who are still married to human men but desire a connection to their stallions emotionally and especially sexually. They ride the stallions, and then the stallions ride them. If you ask me, it's quite a marvelous relationship," Tammy smiled.

"Some of these women spend days at a time with their prize stallions," Kelly remarked a hint of amusement in her tone. "It's like their husbands are just background noise, there to provide the money but not the emotional connection these women crave."

Clair, curious, asked, "Do you think their husbands know? Or even care?"

Kelly shrugged. They know but are more concerned with maintaining appearances and ensuring their wives are content. Letting them have their way is more accessible than confronting the deeper issues. After all, as long as the wives are happy, the household remains peaceful."

Tammy's eyes sparkled with a mix of humor and insight. "And the horses—they're not just pets. They become confidants, therapists, And the best lover a woman could ask for. The husbands, I suppose, see it as harmless. Better the wives spend their time and affections on the stallions than cause trouble at home. Or with some messy affair. Once the Wife has a stallion, She's no longer looking to cheat on her husband."

Clair's mind buzzed with unanswered questions. The revelations about the bonds between the wives and their stallions had stirred her curiosity to an almost unbearable degree. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Can I ask you both something?" Clair began hesitantly, glancing at Tammy and Kelly. Are the wives able to be physical with their husbands after being with their stallions? I mean, it doesn't seem like they would be able to enjoy." She trailed off, Hinting at the meaning of the inquiry.

Tammy smirked, shaking her head. "It's a fair question, Clair. And the answer is, No. The experience with a stallion is so different, So powerful and massive, that it changes things."

Clair's eyes widened. "Really? How do their husbands deal with that?"

Tammy shrugged. "Like I said, most husbands try to keep their wives happy. They don't ask too many questions. They don't press the issue as long as their wives are content and the household runs smoothly."

With a mischievous grin, Kelly added, "And besides, can you imagine the conversation? 'Honey, why don't you want to sleep with me anymore?' 'Oh, it's nothing, dear. It's just that the stallion is... well, let's just say he's set a new standard. And you don't measure up!"

Clair laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. "That must be quite an adjustment," she mused. "For both the wives and the husbands."

Kelly nodded. "It is, but it's the unspoken agreement that keeps everything in balance. The wives find what they need here, and the husbands enjoy the benefits of a peaceful home life. It's unconventional, but it works for them."

The cart pulled into a small parking area surrounded by large trees and a few wooden tables, The sound of birds filled the air in this secluded hideaway.

"What a romantic setting," Clair said, "I can see why the women are enjoying it here."

The morning sun bathed the park in a golden light as Clair, Tammy, and Kelly walked through the tranquil trails. The otherworldly serenity of the enclave was intoxicating. As they rounded a bend in the trail, they spotted a woman walking with a massive stallion, her movements slow and languid.

"Isn't that Donna?" Kelly whispered, nudging Tammy.

Tammy squinted and nodded. "Yes, it is. Let's go say hi." She looked at Clair and said, "Donna's pretty cool. Her husband spends most of his time overseas, so she's become a regular around here."

As they approached, Donna looked up, her eyes slightly unfocused, as if emerging from a deep trance. She smiled weakly at the trio, her hand resting on the stallion's muscular neck.

"Hello, Donna," Tammy greeted warmly. "How are you doing?"

Donna blinked a few times, her gaze sharpening. "Oh, hi, Tammy, Kelly, I'm... I'm good. Just taking a walk with Thunder here." She leaned over and kissed the stallion, closing her eyes as if concentrating on the act.

Clair couldn't help but notice the dreamy look in Donna's eyes and the way she leaned into the stallion. "You seem a bit out of it, Donna. Everything alright?"

Donna chuckled softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of contentment and pleasure. "Yes, everything's perfect. I've just been... well, I've been intimate with Thunder all morning." She held her stomach, and Clair noticed that Donna's very short skirt seemed soaking wet.

Kelly raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "All morning, huh? No wonder you're wobbling; he's done a good job on you, Donna."

Donna's smile broadened, a dreamy look returning to her eyes. "It was incredible. The connection we have... it's indescribable. I lose track of time when I'm with him. If it were possible, I'd give him a whole herd of foals. I love belonging to him."

Tammy nodded understandingly. "We understand, Donna. You aren't the first wife to give herself body and soul to a Stallion. It's just nature taking its course."

Still grappling with the new realities, Clair asked, "Donna, how do you manage? I mean, spending so much time with Thunder... doesn't it affect your daily life?"

Donna sighed, her expression turning thoughtful. "It does, but it's worth it. My husband is very busy; he purchased Thunder to keep me company. I didn't know much about horses, but he knew I would take it. Thunder was bred for size and stamina, George, My husband, told me that Thunder would pleasure me like he never could. I was initially reluctant, But after a few training sessions, I began craving that thing inside me; now I'm a girl in love. My husband was right!"

Kelly smirked, adding, "I bet your husband is just happy you're happy, right?"

Donna laughed lightly. "Exactly. He prefers it this way. It keeps the peace at home, and I have this incredible relationship with Thunder. And George likes to watch when he's in town; I make sure he always gets a good show. His friends do, too; he'll bring them along sometimes."

Clair looked at Thunder, marveling at his size and strength. "Such a powerful male. You're a lucky girl," Clair looked under the stallion and licked her lips; Thunder's testicles swayed back and forth, Glistening in the sunlight.

Donna's eyes softened as she stroked Thunder's neck. "Yes, he is. The physical connection is intense; he understands my needs without words. It's like he's a part of me."

"We'll be putting you out to pasture one of these days," Tammy said.

Donna smiled, "Sounds perfect, Tammy. It's something I dream about; one day, maybe, I'll spend every day on his cock."