The Farm Foreman Made Me Forget I Was Married

What I’m about to tell you happened to me a couple of years ago, when I came back from a job at a ranch far from the city. I still blush when I remember it, and at the same time I bite my lip.

My name is Marcela. Back then I was thirty-eight, and without false modesty, I had a body that knew how to be used. Black hair down to the middle of my back, tawny skin, just under five foot seven, and a round ass that had earned me a reputation as a show-off at the gym. I’ve been married for a long time to a hardworking but distracted man, the kind who doesn’t notice when a woman goes to extra trouble to look good. I have a teenage son and a life that, from the outside, looks spotless.

From the outside. Because more than once I had cheated on my husband. A lover here, a friend there, always far from my family’s eyes, always with the perfect excuse and a clear conscience. I didn’t feel guilty. I felt alive.

I’m a veterinarian, specializing in livestock. That’s why I usually travel to ranches and farms where they need someone who knows big animals. And it was on one of those trips that what I’m about to tell you happened.

One autumn day I got a call from an old client, Don Genaro, owner of a ranch four hours from the city. He told me one of his breeding bulls was sick and that some of the horses seemed to have caught an infection. We agreed on the contract, my fee, and expenses, and I confirmed that I’d go. I left my son in my sister’s care, packed my instruments, and took the first bus of the morning.

***

After three hours of travel and a transfer, I arrived at the ranch. Don Genaro, a gentleman of about seventy, welcomed me with a kind smile and immediately called his foreman.

—Damián will take your things and show you where you’ll sleep —he said.

Damián was in his early forties. Tall, dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, with huge hands. A body built by years of sun and hard work, not by machines. He had a serious, almost shy look, but when he thought I wasn’t watching, he let his eyes run over me from head to toe with a shamelessness that made me smile to myself. He carried my bag without saying much and led me to a simple room they had prepared for me.

I spent the rest of the day resting. I went downstairs only to eat something light and went back to bed early, because I had plenty of work to do the next day. The following morning, around eight o’clock, Don Genaro came to greet me with Damián behind him, hat in hand, announcing that everything was ready to check the sick animals.

They offered me a horse. Damián helped me mount with a delicacy I wouldn’t have expected from such big hands, then got on his own and told me to follow him. We rode for quite a while through pastures and pens. The air smelled of wet earth and grass, and I felt the foreman’s body moving ahead of me, steady in the saddle.

***

We reached the stables. I got down from the horse and went straight to the first bull. The animal was restless, so I shot a tranquilizer dart into its back and waited for it to take effect. While I examined it, Damián never left my side.

To liven up the morning, we started talking. About the ranch, the weather, our lives. He told me he was separated, that his daughter studied in the city, and that he worked like a mule to support her. I told him a little about my home, without going into details. And between one sentence and the next, I noticed something odd about the bull: his testicles were swollen, almost twice their normal size.

—Look at this —I said, surprised.

Damián came closer and frowned.

—What’s that from, doctor?

—It could be an infection, a blow… —I paused, weighing it—. Or maybe he hasn’t been breeding any cows and the semen’s built up.

The foreman let out a short laugh.

—What, like he’s a Christian.

—Males suffer too when they don’t unload enough —I answered, amused—. It’s not that different.

He looked at me with a new spark in his eyes. And an idea came to me to get to the bottom of it. I started massaging the bull’s testicles slowly, palpating them. And I won’t deny it: the moment I felt that warm, heavy flesh beneath my fingers, something lit up inside me. I tried to hide it, but the slow, almost tender way I stroked the sedated animal did not go unnoticed by Damián, who didn’t miss a single movement of my hands.

When I finished, I wiped my hands and straightened up.

—They’re full —I said—. When he wakes up, put him with a cow and let’s see what happens.

—And if it doesn’t go down?

—Then it’s something else. An infection, maybe. But let’s give him the chance first.

I then examined the horses and mares. Nothing serious: a few mild infections and some ticks from poor cleaning in the pens. By the time I was done, it was almost two in the afternoon. I told Damián we should head back, that it was time for lunch and to give Don Genaro the report.

At the house I told the boss what was necessary, omitting, of course, the massage part. I gave my recommendations and went off to rest.

***

Two days passed, going back and forth to check on the animals. I confirmed that the bull’s swelling wasn’t from a blow or an infection: he simply had trouble breeding. On the fourth day I got up early, before anyone else, wanting to walk around and get to know the place a little better.

And then I saw them.

Damián was walking with one of the service girls, the two of them far too close to be just coworkers. I smiled and, out of pure curiosity, followed them at a distance. They reached a half-ruined building, out of sight. The maid let him kiss her; he devoured her mouth with a hunger that showed from afar, their tongues playing between sighs. Then she crouched down, opened the zipper of his overalls, and took his cock out.

I froze in my hiding place. He was hard, standing up, thick. I couldn’t see everything from where I was, but I could see enough to make my mouth go dry. The girl started sucking him with complete devotion, and he held her by the head, setting the rhythm, as if he wanted to thrust through her. I watched without breathing, my heart pounding and a heat between my legs I could no longer ignore.

Suddenly he gave a grunt, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and came outside, all over her hand. I turned around and left almost running before they could catch me, my legs trembling and my head full of images I wasn’t going to be able to get rid of.

***

I went back to the house pretending to be calm. Don Genaro asked if I’d gone for a walk, and I said yes, that I was ready to go see how the bull was doing. We waited a bit. Damián arrived somewhat flustered, still flushed from the moment, and I couldn’t help smiling at him in a way that left no doubt. The boss scolded him for being late; he apologized, and we headed to the stable.

The bull was still half asleep. I approached with Damián’s help and checked that the testicles were still just as swollen.

—Did you put him with the cow? —I asked.

—I forgot to give the order, doctor.

—It doesn’t matter. Let’s find one.

There were four in the next corral. Damián chose one that wasn’t pregnant and brought her near the bull while we stood off to the side and waited. It took less than two minutes: the animal approached the female, sniffed her, circled her a couple of times, and mounted her. The scene was raw, primitive, and we both watched in silence.

Then I felt Damián’s hands on my waist from behind.

—Did you like what you saw this morning, doctor? —he said in my ear, bluntly—. The blow job that girl was giving me.

I didn’t answer. I turned around and kissed him. We hugged like possessed people, our hands roaming over each other’s clothes, while the cow’s lowing filled the stable. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, pulled down the collar of my shirt. He unbuttoned my pants in a hurry and slipped his hand under my underwear, finding me already soaked. I yanked off his T-shirt, threw it to the ground, and set to biting his chest, tasting that skin salty with sweat and country-man musk.

I opened his overalls and, this time, I pulled his cock out myself. It wasn’t just big, it was also veined, throbbing in my hand. I kept stroking it while I took it into my mouth, trying to take as much as I could.

—So the little doctor likes it —he teased, his hand on the back of my neck—. I figured as much, ever since I saw you grab the bull’s balls.

I didn’t answer. I kept going until he made me stop.

***

He pulled me to my feet and latched onto my breasts, my nipples already hard and sensitive. His tongue, his teeth, lightly biting me, made my back arch. We finished stripping each other. I saw his balls, almost as big as the bull’s, still heavy despite the morning with the maid.

He spread a blanket they used for the animals on the floor and laid me down on it. He opened my legs and lowered his mouth to my sex with skill I hadn’t expected. I grabbed his head, pressed him against me, wanted more. He kept licking and nibbling me until he made me come twice, one right after the other, trembling over his face.

Then he settled himself over me, pressed the tip to my entrance, and played for a while, going in a little, pulling out, teasing me.

—Put it in me already —I begged him, not recognizing my own voice.

He shoved it in all at once and I let out a cry. He started pounding me hard, and the sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the bull’s and cow’s lowing beside us. Damián never stopped kissing me and saying dirty things. He called me a whore and I told him yes, that I was his.

He put me on my side, held one leg up, and kept fucking me in that new position that made me feel every inch. He brought my mouth to his so he could silence me with kisses. When we got tired, I sat on top of him, lined up his cock and sank down in one motion, all the way to the hilt. I started riding him, losing count of how many times I’d already come. He grabbed my ass, slapped it, and I answered that he was my stud, that I was his slut. I bounced and cried out with every thrust.

***

When I thought he was exhausted, he flipped me over and put me on all fours. He pulled out his cock, all wet, and started lubricating my other hole patiently, with spit, with his fingers. I had never let anyone do that to me. But there, on that ranch, far from everything, I lost the last trace of sanity.

He worked it in slowly, with a pressure that made me close my eyes and bite the edge of my own clothes to hold out. There was a sharp burn, then a strange, deep pleasure. He held my hips while he started moving, first gently, then more firmly. I moaned and tears slipped out of me, not from pain but from an intensity I had never felt before.

He stayed like that for a good while, changing the rhythm, until I felt him tense. He pulled me to my feet without leaving me, kept thrusting while our panting blurred together, and with a hoarse growl he emptied himself inside. We stayed stuck together for a few seconds, my body still throbbing around his.

Then we collapsed onto the blanket, naked and wrapped in each other, catching our breath. He stroked and kissed me with a tenderness that contrasted with everything that had come before. We were so caught up in each other that we forgot about the bull and the cow, who had finished long before and were watching us, still, like spectators to what we had just done.

***

When I stood up and went over to the bull, I noticed the swelling had gone down a little. Damián looked at me with a crooked smile, repeating that I was a good slut. I only smiled back. We got dressed, I tried to make myself presentable so no one would suspect anything, and we rode back to the house. I felt my whole body different, marked.

Luckily Don Genaro was in a meeting with other ranchers, so I went straight into the shower. When the water fell over me, I could still feel Damián’s traces on my skin.

Later I told the boss the animal needed two or three more days of observation. He agreed without any problem. I called home to say I’d be delayed. Of course, it was all a plan between Damián and me, an excuse to keep meeting in the horse barn and the stables, hidden away like two teenagers.

I became addicted to him during those days. While the animals mated, we did too, over and over, with a hunger that never wore out. When I finally went back to the city, to my distracted husband and my spotless life, I took with me the memory of that ranch as one more secret, the best one of all.

And that was the experience I lived on the farm. To this day, when I pass near a field, my pulse races.