The Confrontation
About one year ago, I found myself in the position that many married couples find themselves in after a time. Honestly, I knew it was going to happen... how could it not? Then I figured if I knew it was going to come, I might as well do something about it... so I thought ahead.
Allow me to explain further. Recently, Carrot has grown rather bored of me. What used to be passionate romps in the sheets, turned into vapid sessions that rarely ever lasted more than seven or so minutes. I could feel the disinterest in every thoughtless thrust he made. Going through the motions, nothing more.
Disinterest. It has destroyed many relationships in the past, and taken lovers of 20 or more years and split them like the legs of a lithe teenager, but like I said, I knew it would happen. I knew that eventually my Carrot would long for something more.
It's been a full year since I confronted him about it, and well... I can say my foresight has paid off. Instead of waiting on him to simply make the change, I took it into my own hooves.
I can still remember it like it was just yesterday.
I had sat him down after we closed down, and told how I could feel his boredom during our times together. I told him that I knew he no longer wanted me. Being the sweet and caring stallion he was, he apologized. He hugged me, kissed me, and tried to make up for all the vapid love right there.
Just like I wanted him to.
I shrugged him off and told him that I knew he would never be satisfied with boring old me. I knew that deep down inside, he wanted a young mare to satisfy his lust, someone with enough energy to keep up with his imagination.
"But honey, you know that isn't true!" he said with an air of disbelief.
"Oh but I know it is, Carrot. You can deny it, but the proof is in the pudding," I said, my back turned to him. I knew he felt a twinge of guilt. He didn't mean to lose interest, he really didn't, but the decision was far out of his hooves.
"It's fine... I know what you want. I get it," I had said, marching toward the back of the store, stopping just before the door to the kitchen. I felt a bit bad playing his emotions like that... but it would be worth it. For both of us.
I walked in and kicked the door behind me, listening as he hurried after me. I knew my Carrot would follow me back there.
"Honey! I'm sorry! I promise I'll make it up to you..."
I could hear the guilt in his voice. He had no idea that I had been hungering for this moment for ages.
I watched as the door swung open, with Carrot's apologetic face peeking through. I watched as his lips moved to form a sentence, but as his eyes widened in surprise, the remorseful string of words he would have likely spouted found themselves caught in his throat.
I stood there, a lustful grin on my lips, as I watched his reaction to my plan.
"Oh, Mr. Cake! I didn't think you'd be coming back here," said a wildly grinning Pinkie, as she stared back at the dumbstruck stallion. She sat perched seductively on a catering wagon, her legs parted and hanging loosely on both sides. She was staring back at him, her youthful eyes half open, accompanying the playful biting of her lower lip.
"P-Pinkie?" stammered Carrot, his confusion eliciting a few sultry giggles from the young mare in front of him.
I watched as Carrot slowly spilled from his sheath, the dark length slowly peeking out from under him.
"Like I said, Carrot,"
I struggled to contain my excitement as I slowly walked up to him, pressing my lips right to his ear.
"I know what you want,"
I watched as Pinkie slowly jiggled her exposed backside to my husband, who could only gulp uncomfortably.
"Honey... I don't think I can do this,"
"Why not?" I said, strutting towards Pinkie. I knew he would be almost fully erect by now, his arousal betraying whatever cover he thought he had.
"It's... This isn't... I just-"
His voice faded as he watched me open one of our refrigerators and grab hold of a bottle of chocolate syrup. With the hoof of an expert baker, I drew a clean wave of chocolate over Pinkie's perfect rump. I felt her tense up slightly as the cold liquid started at the top of her buttocks, and swirled down in a tantalizing design, stopping a few inches from her marehood.
"Because I certainly can,"
I drew my tongue right over her young, firm ass, chasing that little line of chocolate. I heard a small moan from Pinkie, feeling her muscles tighten ever so slightly as I left a little stream of saliva in place of the chocolate one.
I turned back towards Carrot, who had small moist spot just below his throbbing erection.
"Feeling any differently, sweetie?" I called back at him, using my hoof to gently rub a circle in her rump. Mmm... I could run my hooves over that firm body all night.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Not yet? Well, I guess you just need to-" I whipped my hoof across her right cheek, sending a loud slap into the room "-warm up to the idea a bit,"
Pinkie had let out a squeal from the hit, her back arched in surprise.
"Pinkie, don't you want Mr. Cake to join us?"
"Oh yes," she said in a pant, her head turned to half look back him. "Please Mr. Cake?"
I smacked my hoof across Pinkie's rump once again, feeling her whole body tense up. Her voice barely a squeak as a second "Ah!" escaped her lips.
"How about now, sweetie? Finally ready to receive what you've been wanting for so long now?"
There was a pause as Carrot gulped hard.
"I-Is this really what you want, Honey?" he asked me, almost in disbelief. "You want me... with our tenant?"
He had no idea, but this is what I yearned for.
I walked around Pinkie, before using my hooves to spread her cheeks, giving carrot a pristine view of Pinkie's marehood. I could feel the needy heat from it, the smallest dribble of moisture leaking from the pink slit.
I smiled a sultry grin back at Carrot, who slowly nodded at my gesture. He walked briskly toward Pinkie, before planting his two front legs atop the catering wagon, and aimed his fully erect member at Pinkie's entrance. He let out a breath and closed his eyes, before he gently rubbed the tip against her folds, feeling the inviting moisture waiting for him just inside.
Pinkie closed her eyes and laid herself flat against the metal of the tray, feeling the warmth that came from him. I licked my lips in lust as I watched Pinkie enjoy the teasing motion. Her breaths were short and hot, leaving a small fog against the metal of the wagon.
I could see the pleasure in my husbands face as well. There was a look in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a very long time, and it set my stomach aflutter with excitement.
Carrot simply rubbed himself against her, enjoying every pant and moan that came from the youthful pony beneath him. I watched as his legs eased slightly, allowing himself to slip inside just a little further, and I could tell by Pinkies expression that she was in heaven. I watched her beautiful, vibrant eyes roll back, with her lips spread slightly apart, experiencing every electric sensation.
I dipped down, placing my face just in front of Pinkie.
"How does he feel?" I asked, a smile curling my lips.
"Oh! He feels, ah! Amazing," she stammered through gasps, her eyes half lidded in bliss. "We should have, mmn... Done this a long, ah! Time ago,"
I looked back at Carrot, who seemed to be falling deeper and deeper into his fantasy. I knew he'd be in his element in no time.
And me? I felt my heart revel in the one thing I'd been longing for this whole time.
Passion.
I could see the same spark in Carrots eyes that I had seen in our hay days. I watched as discomfort turned to anticipation, all the uncertainty in his motions turning to carnal desire.
Pinkie eyed me as Carrot's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.
Her youthful, blue eyes, looking me up and down. What could be so interesting about boring old me?
Perhaps it was my reaction. I had grown rather moist, watching as she bounced back and forth with every motion of the stallion behind her. I couldn't simply sit idle any longer, I wanted my piece of the pie as well, so to speak.
I drew Pinkie into a kiss, thrusting my tongue past her lips. She was quite quick on the uptake, and soon I felt her soft tongue against mine, as each muscle danced around each other. I drew my hoof ever so gently across her face, feeling the slight chubbiness of her features, accompanied by the slight bouncing that my husband was responsible for.
With my arm rested on the catering wagon, my free hoof couldn't help but snake its way between my thighs. Oh, how my legs would shift slightly every time I would so much as nudge myself in the right way. I rubbed gently, allowing my hoof to only slightly dip between the folds of my marehood. I could feel the warm, slick fluid beginning to dribble down my hoof and on to the kitchen floor.
Carrots thrusting had become hard and fast, and Pinkie's kiss had been broken in his movements.
I watched as her muscles tightened, her hooves digging into the metal surface. All that could be heard was the hard smacks of flesh on flesh, accompanied by the shrieks of pleasure emitting from her.
She was close, and Carrot couldn't have been far off.
"Mmm... Harder, Mr Cake, glaze me like a danish!"
Her breaths were short, but I couldn't help but smile at her words. She was still Pinkie, even while being plowed relentlessly by my husband.
Though her words seemed a bit saccharine to me, Carrot ate them up like candy. I watched as his pace increased, the wagon rattling like a snake as he thrust ever deeper inside her. Beads of sweat began to fall from his face, joining the symphony of fluids that had been slowly collecting on the floor of the bakery.
Suddenly, Carrot grabbed hold of Pinkie, lifting her up. I watched as his fully erect, slicked up cock bobbed from her entrance, bouncing wildly about as he flipped her over and placed her face up on one of the counters. It wasn't long before Carrot had repositioned himself and resumed.
"Oh P-Pinkie," Carrot stammered out, his head bowed in effort.
Pinkie was too lost in pleasure to say anything further, all that she could vocalize were shrieks and moans.
The heat of my own arousal had grown far too strong to be satisfied by only my hoof... That's about when I decided to get a bit more involved.
Pinkie would be cumming soon, but it was my husbands climax that I was worried about. I wanted him to finish in me. I simply had to feel it... Mm, I could imagine each rope of hot, sticky cum taking flight inside of me, before dribbling out like an overfilled donut...
"How does it feel to live a fantasy, honey?" I said, keeping my voice level and sultry. I wrapped my hooves around his waist, which caused him to slow down.
"It's... It's incredible," he said, his voice strained by panting.
"I thought you might like it," I said with a small giggle.
I watched as his attention slowly turned to me, his hips coming to a stop, leaving a confused and disappointed Pinkie on the Counter.
"But I still want my turn with you," I said, reaching my hoof down to stroke his length, which was still half buried in Pinkie's pussy.
"O-of course, anything for my sweet bun," he said, his breath still heavy.
That's all I needed to hear. I pulled carrot back and guided him into a small sack of flour, letting him lay down, his erection straight in the air for all to see.
I hovered over his throbbing cock, feeling the heat that irradiated from it. With a long lick that started at the tip and swirled toward his medial ring, I got a taste of the sweet juices that my husband and Pinkie had shared. Like a sweet nectar, straight from the flower.
I rose back to the tip, before taking the head into my mouth. I swirled by tongue over the tip, catching the sweet taste of precum as it surfaced over the skin.
Down I went, slowly drawing his warm, delicious shaft deeper into my mouth. I watched as Carrot let his head fall back in pleasure.
"Room for one more?" said a familiar voice behind me.
Suddenly, I felt a familiar hoof lift up my tail, accompanied by a few hot breaths near my nethers.
I felt her first lick lap up much of the moisture that had been seeping out, before letting her tongue ride slowly in between my folds.
I couldn't help but let out a moan, Pinkie's sudden attention to me distracting me from my own prize.
I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling the ring as it passed through my lips, before letting it pop back out, along with everything but the tip. I took a deep breath and relaxed my throat, maneuvering my head and straightening out my neck, before scooting forward once more.
I felt the head glide toward the back of my throat, before the medial ring squeezed past my lips once more, and I felt a slight stretch. I crawled forward on my hooves, allowing myself to take as much of him as I could, feeling as the ring slipped farther inside my mouth.
As tight as it was, I could still feel every slight throb of his penis, before withdrawing myself and taking a breath. I moved a hoof to knead his testicles, applying a slight pressure in between them, massaging the very base of his cock. I shifted forward again, this time with a little more speed, and felt as my throat was once again filled with his warm flesh.
Pinkie had taken to massaging my marehood with her hoof, shallowly penetrating me as I pleasured my husband.
I made a point to quicken my movements after each suck, running the full of my tongue against the underside.
His breaths were getting short and his jaw was slightly agape, which meant he was near the edge for the second time tonight.
As much as I wanted to see him cum, there was still another part of me I wanted to feel stretched. He had all the motivation he needed, and there was nothing to stop him from utterly destroying me.
I couldn't wait any longer. I withdrew myself completely from him, before turning around and raising my rump in the air. I turned my head to look back at him, and I quickly watched his eyes drift to my backside. It was nice and moist, courtesy of Pinkie, and already he was getting to his hooves.
I braced myself for the lovemaking I had been wanting for ages. I felt his hooves drag me backwards, butterflies of excitement beginning to take off inside of me. I felt his cock rub against my backside before finding the hole he'd had his eye on. Suddenly, I felt my lips part, and his saliva slicked muscle found itself inside. I felt the electric sensation as it slipped deeper and deeper inside, before I felt the pressure of his ring squeeze in, but it didn't stop there. I slipped in even further, before I felt his testicles swing against the underside of my cunt.
He wasted no time. I felt his hooves grip around my midsection, before he pulled out and slammed into me. Ripples of pleasure blasted through me as his second, vicious, thrust sent his skin slapping against mine.
I was lost in the euphoric sensations. "Oh Carrot" I said, lost in the moment. "Harder, ah!"
His response was immediate. I felt the full length of him rocket inside of me, accompanied beautiful slap of his pelvis against my ass. There was no boredom this time, no empty feelings. It was as carnal and emotional as I could have ever wanted it to be.
My right eye cracked open to find Pinkie, who watched us as she tended to herself with her hooves. Her legs were splayed wide, giving me the perfect view of her slit as she furiously rubbed herself. Her eyes were trained on me, her lip lower lip bitten in effort, small moans seeped past her lips.
Carrot's pace quickened ever more, his testicles slapping against me after every thrust. I felt the mind-numbing sensation of every thrust, and I couldn't help but let out a few moans myself.
Carrot's pace had leveled out at a breakneck pace, and my rump would surely be red with all of the slapping against me.
I couldn't hold out much longer, and soon, I felt my orgasm coming on like an approaching tsunami. My moans turned to shrieks, which turned to barely stifled screams. Carrot never slowed, and as his grip tightened around me, I knew he would be finishing soon.
"Carrot... cum inside me... fill me up like a bag of icing..."
Carrots breaths shortened to gasps as I began ride my long awaited orgasm.
It was almost like being cast back to our honeymoon, or when we would see each other in the dead of night, back when Carrot was just a young stallion baking party treats. I felt my muscles clench, knowing that the new tightness would be the drop that caused the dam to break.
Carrot's last few pumps were frantic and crazed, before he gave one final thrust, burying himself deep inside me. I let my mouth fall open as I felt the first strand fly. It spilled inside of me, followed by a second, third... fourth... oh, they felt like they would never end. I felt the throb of each release, accompanied by the incredible warmth...
He stood there rooted in me, letting loose each wave of seed... I simply reveled in the feeling of being filled, until I reached my capacity and the cum began to seep outwards.
Once he had finished, he fell back into the pile of flour, his breaths heavy and his cock limp.
I felt the waterfall of semen spill from me, the countless waves of tingling pleasure accompanying me as I laid there. The cum pooled beneath me as fatigue began to set in.
I felt my pussy spill the last of the cum out onto the floor, before Carrot spoke up.
"Honey?" he said, his voice weak with exhaustion.
"Yes?"
"Thank you for that... It was amazing..."
I couldn't help but smile a bit. It was nothing short of breathtaking. My plan worked out quite well, and let me tell you, it lit a fire in Carrots heart that really made him creative... oh, and Pinkie coming in for a quick romp every now and again kept up the diversity.
I looked back over at Pinkie, to find her head back in pleasure and exhaustion, with a pool of liquids just beneath her.
So for those of you in relationships where the sex just isn't enough... never be afraid to take the leap. Of course, you don't have to have a threesome in your kitchen to make things more interesting... but it always feels good to break the cycle.
And now that I think about it... It's kinda funny that we ended up naming one of our foals "Pound,"