Conclusion

Joe turned to look at Margarita, whose face was the picture of contentment. Gone were the lines that permeated her chiseled features, as was the scowl that always made her look older than her years. Joe kissed her inviting lips once again. “Are you OK Margarita?” he asked. Margarita smiled back at him and said, “Never better.” She then sat up, gazing into Joe’s eyes. “Thank you Joseph, for showing me what it feels like just to….to feel, not to think…..you have given me the ultimate gift. Now let me thank you.” Joe looked at her quizzically, wondering just what she meant. But he didn’t have time to think as Margarita began to stroke his manhood, bringing it to life once again. Joe found himself arching his back in pleasure as Margarita continued.

Joe felt the stroke of long nails along his legs, and felt Margarita’s legs alongside his chest. His eyes opened wide as he felt the warmth of Margarita’s mouth take in his member, her tongue moving rapidly along it’s ridges. She sucked ardently, while Joe’s breaths became more and more rapid. Joe then grabbed her legs and brought her on top of him, and was able to pleasure her with his tongue once again. Both of them moaned in pleasure as they brought each other to climax once more.

“You were magnificent.” Margarita whispered as she buttoned her blouse. “In more ways than one.” Joe smiled. “As were you, Margarita. Let people see who you really are, not what they think you are. Let Luis have some control, and I think you’ll be happier for it.” Margarita nodded in agreement. “A leopard doesn’t change it’s spots so easily Joseph,” she said. “But I certainly will try.”

Joe finished tucking his shirt into his pants, and shook the remaining hay out of his hair. “Well, I guess you should head back to the house first.” he said as he picked up Cochise’s saddle from the floor. “Yes, I guess I had enough time to cool down.” Margarita chuckled. She hugged Joe one last time before she opened the barn door, slamming it shut behind her. Joe smiled, knowing full well what was in store for the men back in the house. He turned to Cochise and gave her a pat before leading her to the stall. “Women,” he mumbled to himself. “Can never figure them out.”

Thirty minutes later, Joe walked quietly into the house. He was about to head to the kitchen when he heard a voice call out from the Great Room. “Are you still in one piece little brother?” Adam asked. Joe walked to Adam and nodded. “Yep, still here brother.” he replied.

“You poor bastard – innocently taking care of your horse and having that, that, shrew walk in!” Adam lamented. “What could she yell at you about for all that time?”

“More than you could ever imagine Adam. Much more.” Joe said with a lopsided smile. Joe tapped his brother’s chair. “And on that note, big brother, I wish you a good night!” Adam watched and shook his head as his brother bounded up the stairs, thankful that Don Miguel and his family’s visit was coming to an end. However, from the look on his brother’s face, Adam wondered if Joe felt the same way….

Of course he does, Adam chastised himself. After all, no one could find anything redeeming about Margarita. That shrew could never be tamed. Or could she?

The End