Chapter 1

Binky lay in bed and looked up at her bedroom ceiling. There were several cracks that needed filling and a lick of paint wouldn't have gone a miss. She rolled her eyes as she listened to Matt, talking outside on his mobile phone, no doubt making excuses as to his whereabouts to his harridan of a demanding wife. Binky sighed and lay over onto her stomach. This was obviously not an ideal situation and if someone had told her six months ago that she would become be involved with a married man she would have laughed them out of town. Now all she could hear was Matt's murmurs of deception as he let his wife know that his 'weekend with the lads' was going fine. Binky twirled her hair around her finger, a habit she had kept from childhood, it brought her comfort

Matt walked into the bedroom, his face a mass of anxiety, his blonde hair stuck up on end which usually made him look cute it Binky's eyes, now the sight of him irritated, particularly because her gut instinct was telling her that yet again, there was another problem. That was Matt's downfall; he always had a fucking problem. Instead of ripping off his clothes and slipping beneath the sheets and ravishing Binky till she begged him to stop, he sat at the end of her bed, a look of contrition shadowing his baby face looks.

"I have to go. Maisie isn't well." Matt's eyes gazed at her, imploring her to be understanding, but that was definitely not on her agenda.

"She can't keep doing this to you. Every time you go away or heaven forbid you have a night out, one of the children are always ill. If it's not Maisie, it's Solomon with his reflux issues that incidentally never seem to occur when you are at home. It's pathetic." Binky's green eyes flashed Matt a look of disgust, her lips curled in visible discontent.

"What can I do?" Matt looked at her, visibly torn.

"You could tell her that she will have to deal with it herself or you will look pussy whipped in front of the lads." Binky retorted.

Matt slid his hand across the bed sheets and attempted to stroke Binky's legs, she pulled them away and sat up, drawing them up to her chest.

"Í hate it when you get all mad, but your wrinkled forehead is so cute." Matt said in an obvious attempt to win her over.

"Just go Matt." Binky pulled the bed covers off her and stormed out of the bedroom. Reaching the bathroom she tugged the door open before slamming it hard behind her. Sitting on the toilet seat, she felt tears of frustration sting her eyes. Angrily she wiped them away as she heard the apartment door shut heralding Matt's exit. This was a totally new situation for her, she was always so in control of everything and she knew that she would have to end it with Matt at some point but unfortunately her heart was involved which was another weird situation for Binky. She simply didn't do love, it was never worth the hassle.

An hour later, Binky found herself sat at her breakfast bar nursing a banana smoothie contemplating what to do. Not only was she livid at Matt, she was horny and frustrated, a dangerous mixture. However, more importantly she was angry at herself for even thinking that Matt would step up to the mark. She had planned on fucking Matt all day but now that particular arrangement had gone out of the window quicker than a rat up a drain pipe she was at a loss. Her pride wouldn't allow her to start ringing her anyone to find out what they were up to, the last thing Binky needed was for her whole circle of friends to know yet again, Matt had let her down. She would just have to find a way to occupy herself. Twenty minutes later she was showered and dressed in her Lycra running shorts and matching vest. Grabbing her water bottle off the kitchen work top, Binky left her apartment fully geared up to run out her sexual frustration.

Reaching the local country park in record time, Binky picked up her running pace, her trainers pounding against the stone laden path. She reached the lake and stopped momentarily to take in the natural beauty that surrounded her. The swans dipped their heads under the lake searching for food and Binky wondered how swans could actually live with having just one partner for the rest of their lives, she couldn't imagine anything more boring to be honest. Also, even if she had been looking for a lifetime of eternal commitment, she was never going to find that with Matt. Binky took off her baseball cap and rearranged her sleek ebony hair into a neat pony tail before replacing her cap,

As she ran under the branches that led to a secluded part of the park, Binky spotted Jogging Boy. She'd seen him a few times on her daily runs and they had shared the odd few cursory, friendly smiles. He was admittedly gorgeous, in a rough and ready kind of way and Binky had noticed that he was hiding a sizeable cock beneath his jogging bottoms. Running past her, he gave her a small wave and Binky waved back. There and then she decided that the only medicine to ease her discontent was a good hard fuck. She watched Jogging Boy, seeing which way he was going and instantly changed the direction of her run so they were guaranteed to meet at some point. 'At least my fuckdar is still in tact.' Binky thought to herself and like a woman possessed she embarked on her mission.

Two hours later, Jogging Boy was in Binky's bed. His cock was unfeasibly huge, his body toned within an inch of his life and as Binky rocked back and forth on his cock she brought him to a seamless orgasm. However, Jogging Boy wasn't as rough and ready as his appearance suggested. He had visibly looked horrified when Binky had asked him to pull her hair and had physically balked when she had tried to manouvere his cock for a bit of anal. Lying beside him, Binky felt herself let out a huge sigh. All she had wanted was desperate, hard dirty fucking but obviously Jogging Boy was from the school of making love. 'Who makes love to a relevant stranger?' Binky thought to herself as she felt Jogging Boys muscular legs curl into hers.

After half an hour of small talk and giving Jogging Boy the excuse that she really had an urgent dinner party to attend, Binky managed to co-erce him out of her apartment. Leaning against her apartment door Binky realised she was even more sexually frustrated than before. Walking through to her living room she picked up her mobile phone, there were no texts from Matt and now she had a whole evening stretched out before her with nothing to do. She decided in the end to take up her father's offer of spending the rest of the weekend at his house. It wasn't the most ideal of propositions for a horny, single twenty eight year old but as Binky half heartedly packed her overnight she consoled herself with the thought of spending the next day riding one of her father's treasured stallions. Zipping up her overnight bag she grabbed her car keys from the bedside table and felt immediately cheered at the thought of having a stallion between her thighs even if it was one from the animal world.

Subsequent to an evening of drinks with her father and his new much younger girlfriend, Binky opted for an early night to end what had turned out to be a disastrous day. Matt still hadn't texted her so Binky turned off her phone and snuggled into her childhood bed. 'Let that bastard wonder where I am for a change' was her final thought before sleep overtook her and sent her into a blessed oblivion.

The next morning, after a shower and one of her father's customary mammoth full English breakfasts, Binky couldn't wait to get in the saddle and blow away the cobwebs of discontentment that were filling her head like cotton wool. She'd always been aware of how horny it made her feel riding a horse. She loved the feeling of gripping the back of the horse tightly between her thighs and hopefully, if she rode for long enough in the fresh air, she would eventually be too tired to feel sexually frustrated.

With breakfast over and done and after exchanging pleasantries with her father whilst pointedly trying to ignore his hands that were roaming up his new girlfriend's dressing gown, Binky ran upstairs and changed into her riding gear. Twirling in front of her full length bedroom mirror she secretly coveted how her cream riding jodhpurs hugged her lithe thighs and accentuated her pert bottom. Scouring her wardrobe, Binky found her favourite navy blue riding jacket. Grabbing her crop from the top shelf along with her riding hat, Binky ran back downstairs and left the house striding with confidence across the court yard to the stables.

That afternoon Binky rode her father's favourite black stallion Jasper for what seemed like hours. The thrill of galloping freely amidst the countryside lifted Binky's spirits. The warm July breeze whipped against her cheeks, giving her face a healthy glow. As she returned to the stables she dismounted leading Jasper in. The smell of fresh straw and manure assailed her nostrils. As she took off the saddle and hung up Jaspers bridle she turned and noticed Marco, her father's stable hand and long trusted family friend. His deep blue eyes pierced his olive complexion, causing Binky to take an involuntary gasp.

"Oh my God, Binky!" Marco exclaimed, his Italian accent causing something inside her to stir. "It's been so long since I saw you last. " He gushed. "You look fabulous."

Binky smiled at him, she had completely forgotten about Marco. He'd worked at her father's stables for as long as she could remember and for a guy close to hitting forty he was remarkably fit. How could she have not even given him a thought? After all, he had been the second guy she had slept with when she had been a naïve eighteen year old. He had been her dirty little secret and she had been his. He had liberated her sexually and Binky had developed a penchant to sucking him off on their way to her gymkhanas.