When we first got married I wanted my wife to meet my favorite relative, Uncle Bob. He was widowed, he had been married to my father's sister before she died of cancer, Uncle Bob was a bit eccentric, but always interesting. He raised and trained horses on his property where his house and stables were, I called him and set a date for us to come out and visit with him.
The day we drove out it was very rainy, when we got to the gate I could see the road wasn't passable, I saw a note on the gate to honk when we got there. I honked and in a few minutes here comes Uncle Bob on a horse with another horse in tow. We hug, I introduce him to my wife, he apologizes for not making the wedding, then he says that with all the rain the only way to get any further was on horseback. I was used to riding, but my new bride, not so much, he says that he figured she could just double up with him, only problem was that my wife had on a short skirt.
Being a good sport she just grabbed his hand and he pulled her up behind him, her skimpy panties could not have been more on display. We got to the house and later he saddled up another horse and he took us on a ride around the farm. In the process we got covered in mud and my wife had to sit around in a small robe while our clothes got washed, pretty sure uncle Bob got a few peeks.
My wife loved it so much we went back to visit frequently, better prepared in the future, she became a very good rider. When he passed away years later, we wanted to buy the place, but the price was out of our league.
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