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foot in the stirrup.”
    She put her bare foot in the stirrup, and I pulled her up facing me, both of us tight in the English saddle, with her arms around me and her bare breasts tight against my chest. I gave Yankee a tap, and he began to walk. I said, “Take it out.”
    She unzipped my fly and took it out, holding it in her warm hands. I said, “Put it in.”
    She sobbed and said, “I do this only to save my husband’s life. He is the only man I have ever known.”
    A few clever replies ran through my mind, but the hormones were in complete control of my intellect now, and I snapped, “Put it
in
!”
    She rose up and came down on it, letting out an exclamation of surprise.
    “Hold on.’’ I kicked Yankee, and he began to trot. Susan held me tighter and locked her strong legs over mine. She buried her face in my neck, and as the horse bounced along, she moaned. This was not acting.
    I was now completely caught up in the heat of the moment. I’m only a fair horseman, and what little skill I have was not equal to this. Yankee trotted at a nice pace through the cherry grove, then out into the pasture. The air was heavy with the smell of horse, the trodden earth, our bodies, and Susan’s musky odor rising between us.
    God, what a ride, Susan breathing hard on my neck, crying out, me panting, and the wetness oozing between us.
    Susan climaxed first and cried out so loudly she flushed a pheasant from a bush. I climaxed a second later and involuntarily jerked on the reins, causing Yankee to nearly tumble.
    The horse settled down and began to graze, as if nothing had happened. Susan and I clung to each other, trying to catch our breath. I finally managed to say, “Whew . . . what a ride. . . .”
    Susan smiled. “I’m sorry I trespassed on your land, sir.”
    “I lied. It’s not my land.”
    “That’s all right. I don’t have a husband in trouble with the King, either.”
    We both laughed. She asked, “What were you doing here?”
    “Same as you. Just riding.”
    “Did you visit our new neighbor?”
    “No,’’ I replied. “But I saw a light in his window.”
    “I’m going to speak to him.”
    “Perhaps you’d better put your clothes on first.”
    “I may have better luck as I am. Was he good-looking?”
    “Not bad, in a Mediterranean sort of way.”
    “Good.”
    I reined Yankee around. “I’ll take you back to Zanzibar and your clothes.”
    She sat upright. “No, I’ll get off here and walk.”
    “I’d rather you didn’t.”
    “It’s all right. Hold my hand.”
    She dismounted and walked off. I called after her, “You have no time to talk with Bellarosa. We’ll be late for the Eltons again.”
    She waved her arm to show she’d heard me. I watched my wife walking naked through the pasture until she entered the shadows of the cherry grove, then I turned Yankee and headed for home.
    After a minute or so, I was able to get Lord Hardwick back in his pants.
    I
do
make love to my wife, Susan Stanhope Sutter, in our bed, and we enjoy it. Yet, I believe that marriages entirely grounded in reality are bound to fail, just as individuals who cannot escape into flights of fancy are bound to crack up. I’m aware that a couple who acts out sexual fantasies must be careful not to step over into the dark side of the psyche. Susan and I have come to the brink a few times but always drew back.
    I crossed from Bellarosa’s land through the white pines to Stanhope. I didn’t much like leaving Susan with darkness coming and with a few hundred yards’ walk in the nude back to her horse, but when she says she’s all right, she means go away.
    Well, I thought, the flowers were bought and planted, the main house resecured, we had chicken Dijon and asparagus delivered from Culinary Delights for lunch, I was able to get into the village to do some errands, and I had my afternoon ride, and got laid at the same time. All in all, an interesting, productive, and fulfilling Saturday. I like