7 comments/ 65227 views/ 47 favorites Sex Farm By: LustyWolf Author's Note: I'd like to thank my editor, Rip_isback, for his expert editing and advice. * I had just gotten home from work; I had a hellacious day at the office. I walked in the house and see my wife Robbin working at the kitchen table. "That's it!" I exclaimed. "I'm so sick of dealing with this shit. That fuckwad Marvin is busting my balls again over the latest production slip. That shit-for-brains doesn't care one iota about quality. He'll ship broken crap to the market, just to get his god damned bonus." "Then quit John," Robbin stated without looking up from her tablet; she was reviewing the latest sales figures for the sales division she headed up. "Thanks, that helps...," I said throwing my laptop case down on the kitchen table. "In fact, let's both quit," she continued, a serious tone had settled now into her voice. "I'm sick of my job too; the thrill is gone." She looks up at me with a complete dead pan expression. "Oh come on; we can't quit. For Christ sakes; what the fuck will we do?" Robbin and I had worked for "Corporate America" for 20 years. We both had done well for ourselves, and we climbed fairly high on the corporate ladder. We had no children; DINKs as they called our slot in the socioeconomic scale. We weren't rich, but we managed to save and invest enough that the thought of bailing on our high paying jobs was something we could consider. These jobs were killing us; we use to have fun when we were young and free spirited, but now it's all work. And for what? Another fucking dollar? "Seriously, we have enough to live on for a while and our retirement fund is all set as long as we don't raid it. We can take low key jobs, or start our own business. If we watch our spending we'll be fine," she said while continuing to review the work she had brought home. "I'd love to; don't tempt me," I cried out. Robbin had been getting increasingly frustrated with her job also. She used to love being head of the east coast division; that position gave her a lot of self worth. Coming from a poor farming family her accomplishments meant a lot to her. I've seen the stress take a toll on her though; as it has on me I suppose. We met at the work. We were both new hires right out of college 20 years ago. We used to have a lot of fun when we first got together. We were swingers for a while and loved meeting and fucking new people. When we were young and care free, we didn't care if we had gotten fired, we lived it up. We were both put on the fast track. Once the promotions start coming and we attained a certain level, then the money was serious enough to make us consider our actions. We purchased a big house and fancy cars; all the trimmings of success. We now had a life style to protect. We stopped swinging because we were suddenly afraid of someone in our company finding out; we could have lost everything if our swinging ways became public knowledge at work. Making money and keeping up with the Joneses was all we had cared about; well almost all we had cared about, we did try for a while to make a family. After a year of failed attempts to get pregnant, my wife and I went to a fertility clinic and Robbin was diagnosed as the infertile one. At first this news depressed her. I was disappointed, but supported Robbin and tried my best to cheer her up. Robbin didn't want to hear anything about adoption, so I just tried to be the compassionate husband. The depression soon passed and we both buried ourselves in our work and forgot about having any kids of our own. "Start our own business! What business would we start?" I said with a biting tone. "Why not a farm? We've inherited my father's farm, it's just sitting there," Robbin seriously replied. It's true; we had a farm upstate that was basically just sitting there. We rented the north end fields and paid someone to watch the place and mow around the house and barns; but otherwise it was just sitting idle. The rent didn't make us any extra money; it was just enough to pay for the taxes and the rest of the upkeep on the place. "A farm is a ton of work Robbin. You want to start farming in your 40's? Are you nuts?" "The farm pays for itself already with the rent we get for the northern lots. We can screw around with something small in the fields around the barns, maybe an organic farm. We can sell this house, and move into the farm house; that alone will make us enough money so we can retire early. We can sell some vegetables for pocket change." "It sounds like you've been thinking a lot about this," I said a little surprised since this is the first I've heard of Robbin's ideas for the farm. "Well...tell me you don't dream of dumping the rat race?" she said while looking at the charts on her tablet. My wheels started spinning by this time. Robbin was right; if we sold our too big-for-us-anyway house, and moved into the farm house, we could live rent free. I still wasn't sure about the farming though; that seemed like too much work. "The farm is in a college town remember John, the standard of living is pretty high around Slatesville. There are plenty of liberals up there, they're all over that locally produced organic shit. We'll have no trouble selling local organic produce; maybe we'll grow some flowers too." Robbin continued as she kept her head down, still reading the sales figures she was reviewing. "It still sounds like a lot of work," I protested. "Think small. Look, we won't need the farm to be making a fortune, we can hire help. We wouldn't starve if we fail to make a killing. As long as we're not losing money and having fun, what do we have to lose? Remember when we use to have fun John? Remember when we fucked around; when we were swingers? I long for those freewheeling days," she said now looking directly at me. I could see it in her eyes; she was serious about this. "You want to start a farm and start swinging again? What does one thing have to do with the other?" "Nothing, and yet everything. Can't you see? We have been in this bullshit rut for too long. The only fun I have anymore is in my dreams. We are so busy, we don't even watch porn anymore. Remember when we would pop in an X-rated movie, get high and fuck our brains out; at least we still did that for a while after we stopped swinging. Now we barely fuck -- its wham-bam anymore; we're both too tired to do much else." There was a big pause in the conversation as I was processing what Robbin just said. "Look John, we're not getting any younger, I say we give this idea some serious thought. We're both in our mid 40's. We're both in good shape and look about 10 years younger than we are. The stress of our jobs is starting to take a toll on us. How many more years do we have before old age creeps in? I want to swing again before my breasts start sagging. Can you imagine us swinging when we are in our 60's? We gotta change our lives now." Robbin was right, well at least about her, she was still hot looking and looked to be about 10 years younger than someone in their mid 40s. Her auburn hair had not grayed at all yet and she didn't dye it. She worked out at the gym 4 days a week, her body was still athletic and toned. I still loved looking at her pretty face with blue eyes and lightly freckled complexion. Robbin had made her point. The fact that she had brought up our pathetic sex lives, and the suggestion that she wanted to get back to our wilder days, really got me thinking. In fact, the more I thought back to the old wild days the more excited I got. My mind drifted as I recalled a particular hot weekend orgy at my friends Steve's house. I fucked so many new women that day, it was an all time record, six as I recalled. I started thinking of this one hot brunette that really got me jacked up. My cock stirred as I let the memories or that brunette flood my mind, and soon my cock was hard as a rock. I ripped off my cloths right there in the kitchen where Robbin and I were discussing our wrecked lives. Robbin's eyes were as big as saucers as I turned and faced her with my cock as hard as granite. "All this talk of chucking the grind and getting back to our roots has me hornier than I've been in years. I need to fuck now, get out of your clothes -- please," I pleaded. Robbin must have been sexually charged by the conversation too. She wasted no time stripping and clamping her mouth around my cock. I reached for her twat and it was dripping. We fucked like we were in our twenties again; it was glorious. The next day I sent in my resignation. "I did it. I resigned." I sent a text to Robbin. "No way!" she yelled in my ear when I answered my cell. "Are you serious? I thought we were going to think about it? This is a big step!" "I did think about it, for all of five minutes after I got to the office, that's all it took. That fuckwad Marvin was in my shit first thing this morning. You're right, our retirement is funded and we have enough invested to last a number of years if we're frugal. If we sell the house, we can use the money to start some small business at your father's old farm." And so, Robbin and I started a new chapter. We sold the house, the BMW, the Volvo and purchased a Chevy pickup truck. We traded in the yuppie lifestyle for a farm lifestyle. We sold everything from our former lives; our furniture, our boat, skis, and even most of our clothes -- no need for suits on a farm. It was late March by the time we got everything sold and packed what we didn't sell for the move to the farm. Robbin was excited, she said, "I can't wait to get started. It's early enough in the season that we'll be able to get a jump on getting the farm ready for planting." During the ride in the new pickup to the farm Robbin brought up a delicate subject. "That day in the kitchen, when we first talked about chucking it all in, we both brought up our former sex lives. When we were younger and did some swinging. We both alluded to how we miss the old days." "Yes. I hope you're not going to tell me you didn't mean that part. Tell me you're not going to renege on that." "Would it make a difference?" Robbin asked. "Well, you know I love you and want only to be with you. And we use to have a great sex life, even after the wild swinging days, until we let work get in the way of it. I have no doubt we can get back to a great sex life just between the two of us. That said, I do miss having sex with other people. Just sex mind you, nothing emotional, strictly sport sex. I wouldn't mind doing some of that again before we get too old." "I feel the same way," Robbin added. "It has just been so long, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about doing it again with someone other than you." "You know how you use to like to eat another girl's pussy during the orgies we attended? Well, in case you haven't noticed, I don't have a pussy," I said half jokingly, half attempting to sway her with her own lust. Robbin was a bisexual true and true. I knew she hadn't been with another woman since the last time we swung with Bill and Kathy, our favorite swinging couple from years ago. Robbin loved cock as much as the next girl, but she had a soft spot for pussy. Kathy and Robbin could be found in a 69 just about any time Bill and I weren't fucking either one of them. "Yeah, I miss that." she said staring out the truck window. "I almost did it with a girl at work. You know her, Darlene from marketing. I really thought about asking you if it would be ok, but you always seemed too stressed out, so I just buried my feelings within my work." "Darlene, ah?" I said. "I wouldn't have minded, especially if you brought her home, we could have both done her." "I bet you would have loved to have buried your cock in her; she has some body, that one." We sat in silence for while, just the road noise and some god damn country music Robbin put on. I guess I better get used to country music, being as we are heading to the country to a farm. "I think we should...try swinging again that is, or something," Robbin finally blurted out. "What do mean by 'something'?" I asked curiously. "Well, I'm not sure of the swinging opportunities up in Slatesville. I mean, it's a fairly sophisticated liberal town, there are two colleges and a couple of international businesses have offices located up there. It's within easy driving distance of the city so you have weekenders. But I just don't know; we never looked up there for swingers in the old days." "And why would we have, we only went up there to visit your family," I added. "Exactly," she said. "Well there may not be swingers, but I'm sure we can find something to entertain us," she said as she smiled lustfully. "Maybe we can get some college girls to work the farm during the summer," I added with a grin. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Some eighteen or nineteen year old pussy to fuck. I don't know...how about an old itinerant farm hand's wife?" she laughed. "That's about all I think I'll let you do." she busted up laughing. "Fine, you'll have to eat the old farm hand's wife out too then," I added coldly, but with a smile. "Maybe college girls aren't such a bad idea," she said as she stared out the truck window. Robbin's hand had slid down between her legs and she was lightly circling her clit through her pants with the tip of her finger. I could tell the college girls were on her mind; as well the college girls were on my mind, and my cock started to stir. I reached over to lend Robbin a hand. She let my hand replace her hand at her crotch. Soon Robbin was moaning lightly and her breathing became more labored. She suddenly said, "Oh fuck it," and undid her pants button and slid her pants and panties down in one movement. She stepped out of her left pants leg and spread her legs open. My right hand fingers worked her clit rapidly. I only stopped playing with her clit to slip some fingers inside her and work her vagina; then back to the clit again. I had to keep my attention on the road, it was hard to do as my own lust was building. I wanted to help Robbin's lust along, I knew she was fantasizing about some young college age girl. So I started talking dirty to her while fingering her. "Can't you just smell her sweet young pussy as you bury your nose in her young tender cunt? Now you lap her with your tongue, her sweet nectar oozing from her cunt. Her musk is overwhelming your senses, it's driving you wild. You're fingering your own pussy while you eat this young thing." "Oh...John...keeeep thaat uuupp. YES..that's it...right there...I'm cuuummmming," she screams as she bucks wildly in the seat next to me. A tractor trailer driver toots his horn in appreciation. We hadn't noticed the truck driving right next to us and apparently he had been watching the whole show. I thought my wife would be embarrassed and quickly want to cover herself up, and ask me to slow up or pull over to let the truck get as far away as possible. But Robbin did something like the Robbin of old would have done, the Robbin of our wild youth. She rolled down the window on her side, the side next to the truck, and then pulled her top off. She was now naked, except for her pants still dangling down around her right leg. She flashed the truck driver; she got her big 34D tits right up there in the window and wiggled them back and forth. Then she got up on all fours and shoved her ass out the window and mooned him. That truck driver honked a couple of honks and he smiled a big shit eating grin, then he waved and moved on. "Oh, that felt good," she exclaimed. "Not just the orgasm, but being sexually free again. Oh John, how I have missed my sexuality. I miss the fun we used to have. Let's get it back before we're too old." Seeing my wife so sexually expressive again got me hard as a baseball bat. My cock hurt straining against my pants, I needed to get it out. Driving with my left hand I unbuttoned my pants and opened my fly with my right hand and pulled my cock out. "Oh... my baby needs some relief," Robbin said as she slid over and gave me a blow job while I drove the pickup truck - trying hard not to crash. She used to blow me all the time while I was driving, but it's been about 10 years since the last time. It felt wonderful to be sexually spontaneous again; I hadn't felt this free in years. Farm life: About four weeks have gone by since we arrived at the farm. We spent most of time settling into the old farm house, cleaning, unpacking, decorating, etc. It was time to get down to business and think about planting. Robbin and I settled on a plan. We'd keep things small for the first year, planting only vegetables and flowers. We would sell to local markets and health food stores, and maybe do our own market next year. We would plant as much as we could in raised beds to make it easier to tend to the plants and limit the weeds. We were mostly interested in spring and summer crops: radishes, a variety of lettuces, beans, peas, tomatoes, herbs, summer squash, strawberries, and fresh cut flowers. This way we could hire summer help, hopefully from the local college. When fall came and college was back in session, most of our work would be done for the year. There were already plenty of places doing fall crops, such as apples, hard squashes, pumpkins, etc...; no need in competing with them right now. There is a bunkhouse between the house and the barn. It was used in the old days for the itinerant farm hands. Robbin and I talked about letting the summer hires stay there if they needed a place to stay. The bunkhouse had a kitchen and indoor plumbing, but the shower was an outdoor shower. In the old days the farmhands were all males, showering outside in the summer was not a problem. I hired a carpenter to make long raised beds for the plantings. These beds would be in the field behind the barn. The day Ed arrived to talk to us about taking the raised bed construction job, I saw Robbin's jaw hit the ground. She recognized Ed immediately as he got out of his truck. "Eddie, is that you?" she yelled from the barn. "My name is Ed, who would you..." he didn't need to finish his sentence. Robbin was on her way to greet her old lover. Robin and Eddie dated in high school when Robbin lived with her parents on the farm. She ran up to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "Look at you, you haven't changed a bit," she marveled. "You always were a liar Robbin," Eddie chucked. I saw they were old friends so I gave them a little time to catch up, then I walked out to meet the carpenter. "John, this is Eddie; he is an old boyfriend of mine. We dated in high school, and we were quite a hot pair. As I sized up Ed; he looked fit, trim and ruggedly handsome. "I bet your were," I said grinning. Good thing I'm not the jealous type, or I would have had to send Ed packing before he even started working. Robbin had a gleam in her eye and her face was flushed; she looked like she was about to jump his bones right there in the barn driveway. It turns out Ed is also married with no kids, and according to the picture he showed Robbin and myself, his wife was pretty. I started thinking at that point, maybe we have found another couple to swing with, that is, if they were into it. I showed Ed were we wanted him to build the raised beds and the dimensions we wanted. I instructed him to get redwood, not pressure treated, as we were growing organic vegetables. Ed took a bunch of measurements and said he would be back in a few days to start the work. "I'd like to fuck Eddie again," Robbin said as he pulled away. "I know it's a lot to ask of you John, but I really feel I need to. I don't love Eddie John, it would just be sex, sport sex, like we talked about." "What's in it for me? Does Eddie and his wife swing?" "I don't know, I didn't ask," Robbin said holding my arm as we walked back to the barn. "But I'll find out. And if she doesn't, can I still fuck him? I'll owe you one, you can fuck anyone you want without me involved in a three-way or a swinging situation -- you'll get a free card." Sex Farm "Ok, but I would rather if they were swingers and we fucked them together, so find out about his wife," I said as we reached the barn. We worked for a few more weeks around the barn getting everything ready for planting. Ed came and went when he wanted to; slowly getting the raised beds built. We planted radishes and early lettuce in some of the beds that were finished. The spring semester would be over soon and I knew we needed to line up some help. "Let's go into town and meet the owner of the health food store, the one on Main and Market St., Green Bounty is the name; we need to line up clients for our produce," I said to Robbin one morning. We arrived at the Green Bounty and asked to speak to the owner. Out of the back, a very attractive older woman came to greet us. "Hi, I'm Carly." this radiant looking, barely 50ish woman extended her hand to greet us. Carly was about 5'7", slender with short cropped stylish gray hair. Her breasts were small but they were pert for her age, evident by the fact that she wore no bra. We introduced ourselves and our plans for the organic farm. Carly was keen on the idea of buying produce from us. She said she wanted us to keep her informed before the produce was ready to pick as to what would be coming in, so she could cut back her order with her other supplier. Her other supplier was not local, and she would rather deal with us, but our production would be limited and seasonal. She needed to keep her normal supplier, but could order less from them when we had produce ready. She was especially keen on the flowers. She said she currently doesn't carry flowers, but it's something she has wanted to start carrying at the store. "Carly, I have a question for you: we'd like to hire college students as summer help. Do you have any experience with that, or any contacts?" I asked. "Yes. I hire college girls every summer, it works out just fine. Most of the girls go home for the summer, but there are number that stay around town, I guess they don't have much to go home to. Talk to Jenifer at the front counter. She used to attend the college and knows a lot of the girls that stay around for the summer." "Thanks Carly. Nice meeting you and hopefully this is the start of a beautiful relationship," I said as we left Carly and headed to the front counter. "Hi, Jenifer?" "Yes." said the bohemian looking young girl behind the counter. "My name is John, this is my wife Robbin. We are starting an organic vegetable farm over on Westway Road. We'd like to hire college girls..." "And guys," my wife interrupted. "Yes, either/or, I was just thinking girls might take more to the task, but certainly either. We'd like to hire college students, male or female, for the summer to work on our farm. It's mostly planting, weeding and harvesting from raised beds, not heavy lifting stuff. We plan to grow flowers too, so the girls especially might like to work the flower beds." "I know some students that might be interested," Jenifer told us. "Give me your number and I'll have them call you." The next day Eddie was building the raised beds, and Robbin was lusting after him big time. She kept going out there bringing him coffee and treats. It was hilarious watching her fawn all over him. The buttons on her blouse somehow kept getting unbuttoned until her tits were just about hanging out. "Just fuck him already, and get it over with," I finally told Robbin. "I think I will," she said. I was working on the irrigation pipes so I lost track of Robbin for a while. As I went back into the barn I saw Robbin and Ed fucking on bales of hay we had delivered for mulching the plant beds. They had set a blanket on the hay and Ed was already balls deep into Robbin, so they must have started a while ago -- Robbin liked to take her time with a lot of oral before intercourse. I walked over to them and stood there watching for a while. "Sorry man," Ed said as he kept plowing my wife. "I'm cool with it Ed, no worries. Maybe I'll fuck your wife someday." Ed just smiled and said, "She might just like that." "Get out your cock baby and bring it over here," Robbin said between deep breaths as she was clearly excited from the pounding she was getting from Eddie. I unbuttoned my pants and took out my cock and started stroking it. I slowly walked over to my wife's mouth and plopped my cock in her mouth. Robbin eagerly took my cock and started sucking it while Ed continued to fuck her pussy. She was close to cumming, I could tell. From our old swinging days I knew Robbin could keep sucking cock while having an orgasm. A lot of women would need to stop and concentrate on their orgasm, but not Robbin. I reached down to her pussy and started fingering her clit while Ed stroked in and out of her. I looked at Ed and said, "She is getting close." Ed said, "Me too." Robbin started bucking and trashing, but she kept on sucking my cock. Ed announced he was cumming first and started driving deep hard strokes into Robbin's cunt. Robbin moaned and shook her way to orgasm, never missing a beat sucking my cock. Ed let out a howl and shot his load into my wife's cunt. He soon pulled out of her and stumbled off to crash on another bale of hay totally spent. Since I was late to the party, I wasn't ready to cum yet. I considered my options; let Robbin continue to suck me off, go in for sloppy seconds, or roll Robbin over and fuck her up her ass. Watching the two of them fuck got me really randy, so I opted for her ass. I pulled out of her mouth and dipped my cock inside her now cream filled pussy; just to lube up my cock. I then rolled Robbin over on her hands and knees. Robbin got the hint and presented her ass to me. I dipped my fingers into her pussy and pulled some more cream out, then used that to lube her rear hole. I pushed the head of my cock against her bung hole and pushed slowly. The head popped in and soon I was stroking in farther with each stroke. I fucked her ass for about five minutes before I blasted her bowels with my load. Robbin had been fingering herself while I was plowing her ass, she was close to cumming again. After I pulled out of her ass, she kept on fingering her pussy until she climaxed again shaking and quivering all over. Ed was sitting on a hay bale smiling watching us as we fucked, and Robbin as she fingered herself off at the end. He just shook his head smiling and said, "Man, I missed you Robbin, you're some horny bitch." "Your wife isn't as adventurous?" I asked him as I pulled up my pants. "She can be sexually adventurous, at times, but not as wild as Robbin. We'll need to work on her. Robbin says you want to have a foursome," Ed said as he dressed. "It might be fun," I added. Ed finished dressing and went back to work on the raised beds. Robbin and I went to take a shower. The next day while working in the barn my cell went off. "Hello, is John there?" the voice on the other end said. "John here," I said. "My name is Amy. Jenifer from Green Bounty said you might have some summer work, out on a farm?" "Yes, we are starting an organic vegetable farm and we're looking for some help this summer," I told the voice on the other end. "Can you come out for an interview?" I gave Amy directions and we set a time for the next day at noon for the interview. I started thinking right away of Amy and getting into her pants, but I hadn't even met her yet, let alone interviewed or hired her. Robbin and I talked about how to interview these college hires. We wanted them to work, but also wanted them to know that we were interested in extracurricular activities if the situation arises. I said to Robbin, "You know, if we hire these college students and then have sex with them, aren't we opening ourselves up to sexual harassment charges?" Robbin had this all figured out, she would not hire them as employees, but contract with them as farm consultants. They would be self employed, we would be merely their clients. I told Robbin if Amy was to my liking, I'd signal her. If she got my signal, I wanted her to be fucking Ed in the barn on the hay when I brought Amy into the barn. Robbin looked at me as if lost my mind. "I want Amy to get the idea we are free spirited around here. If that scares her, she is not the right person for the job anyway," I explained. The next day Amy arrived and I met her in the driveway. We sat at a picnic table in front of the barn for the interview. I told her about our plans and what would be entailed with the job. Amy is a cute young bohemian chick with dark brown hair and brown eyes. It was a warm April day and she had on a denim dress, unbuttoned in the front displaying plenty of cleavage. I could tell she wore no bra the way her breasts swung free in the dress. Her legs looked a little hairy, so I guessed she didn't shave in many places. I liked her and could see myself fucking her. I gave a thumbs up to Robbin, who was watching from inside the barn. I continued the interview with Amy for about ten more minutes to give Robbin and Ed time to get into position. "Let me show you the barn," I said to Amy. I took her to the back of the barn and showed her the raised beds Ed was building. I mentioned how we planned to have most of the plants in the raised beds to make it easier to manage the garden. As we walked into the barn, I was telling her about the bunkhouse and the option for her to stay there this summer if that worked for her. I continued to show her the various parts of the barn. When we rounded the back corner, there on a bale of hay, Robbin and Ed were fucking, just like I had planned. Amy looked shocked. I continued to talk as if this was an everyday event. Amy froze, she turned and walked out of the barn. "Oh well," I said to Robbin. "That was the plan, if she ran when she saw you two fucking, she won't be any fun around here this summer." I walked out the barn's front door and expected to see Amy driving off. Instead, I saw her sitting at the picnic table out in front of the barn. I waved to Robbin to come out. Robbin quickly dressed. She pulled her jeans on and quickly put on her white blouse with no bra. She had been sweating while fucking Ed, so her white blouse clung to her breasts. She had barely bothered to button just a few lower buttons of her blouse, so her breasts were almost hanging out as she walked out of the barn. I was already sitting with Amy talking to her as Robbin walked toward the table. I expected Amy to say something about what she saw in the barn, something like "what kind of place is this?", but she continued to talk about the farm. She asked what kind of flowers we planned to grow. Robbin soon joined us at the picnic table. "Amy, this is my wife Robbin. Robbin, Amy." I introduced them. Amy looked shocked again. "This is your wife?" she asked. "The same one fucking the other guy in the barn?" "Well, yes, we have an arrangement," I said not wanting to get too specific. Amy's face maintained a shocked look, but a little smile came to the corner of her eyes. I didn't know what else to say about Ed fucking my wife in the barn. Robbin saw this as he opportunity to change the subject, so she began her part of the interview with Amy. She informed Amy of some of the details with respect to being a "farm consultant", not a direct employee of ours. While Robbin was talking to Amy, you could see Amy was fascinated with Robbin, she was staring at her sweat soaked blouse clinging to her breasts. Amy had her legs crossed, her top leg was swinging lightly. She was leaning on the table with her left elbow, and had let her left hand pinky drifted into the corner of her mouth. Amy was looking down Robbin's open blouse getting lost in her breasts. Amy kept interrupting Robbin, "Oh, what was that? I didn't catch all that, can you repeat that." You could tell she was lost in Robbin's breasts rather than listening to her. Robbin was playing it up, she loved being the object of Amy's desire. Robbin was patient with Amy's lost attention. She leaned in and repeated herself with a lustful smile. Every time she leaned in a little more, her breasts came more into view for Amy. At the end of the interview, Amy stated she wanted the job. I was surprised she even stuck around after she walked out of the barn once she saw Robbin and Eddie fucking on that bale of hay. I was pleased she wanted the job. Amy also wanted to room in the bunkhouse. She had not yet made living arrangements for the summer, and needed to be out of the dorm at the end of the semester. I showed Amy the outdoor shower, hoping that didn't make her change her mind. "See, this is what I was talking about. The shower is right out here on the side of the bunkhouse. There are no stalls or curtains, just an open shower. You'll be exposed to the world if you shower out here. It's not like anyone passing by on the road can see you; only people here on the farm. I guess if you're really shy, I can erect some curtains or something." "I don't mind," Amy stated. She was not bothered at all about the shower situation. Suddenly, it looked like Amy would fit in after all. Amy was hired, and she agreed to start after the end of the semester in two weeks. After she left I said to Robbin, "She wasn't at all fazed by the outdoor shower." "She seems to be a free spirit; perhaps there is another pussy in your future," Robbin said grinning. "Perhaps, then again she might just be a live-and-let-live kinda girl. Maybe she is fine with you fucking in the barn out in the open, but maybe she'll never do it in a million years." "I'm sure you'll have fun finding out," Robbin laughed and poked me in the ribs. Late May came and I helped Amy move into the bunkhouse after her semester was over. The next day I awoke early and brewed some coffee. I had taken a cup to the back porch of the old farmhouse. The bunkhouse was about 30 yards off the back porch. I was sitting there sipping my coffee and listening to the birds chirp when I heard the door of the bunk house open. Amy came out in her robe, she held a towel and some soap in her had. Amy disrobed and started the shower. I sat there admiring her body in the morning light. She had a nice full figure, she was almost buxom, not quite, but her breasts were definitely making a presence that morning. She wasn't thin, nor plump, something in between. Her body tone was soft and her skin was smooth and clear. It was clear Amy did not shave, anywhere. Her dark pubic hair was thick and wild, she sported quite the bush down there. As she raised her arms to wash her under arms, she had hair there too. Amy saw me admiring her as she showered, she looked in my direction and smiled, she kept right on showering. I decided to bring her some coffee. I went back into the house and poured her a cup. I guessed she might like milk, no sugar. As I headed back out the door she was still showering, she was rinsing her hair. I just walked over with my coffee offering. "Good Morning. I see you discovered how the shower works." I said as I extended the coffee cup in her direction. "Oh, thank you." She took the cup while still under the water, she made no attempt to cover herself. "Care to join me?" she asked. Now what kind of host would I be if I declined an offer like that. I stripped off my cloths and started the shower head next to Amy. She handed me her soap and I soaped up while she looked on smiling. My cock was getting hard as a rock as I stood there in front of Amy showering. I had just met her a few weeks ago when I interviewed her, then again yesterday when I helped her move into the bunkhouse. She was practically a stranger, a very young stranger. Here I was naked, out in the open air, in the early morning sun, with the birds chirping, showering within inches of this young garden maiden. She took some soap and lathered up her hands and then reached for my hard-on and started stroking it. "Here, let me help you clean that tool of yours. You need to keep your tool clean, you may need it later," she said as she gazed on my cock lovingly as she cleaned it. I was just about to reach for her body, but the word 'later' hung there in my mind. What did she mean by later I wondered as she finished washing my cock. Were the two of us going to have sex later, was she referring to me having sex with my wife later, or something entirely different. She stopped washing my cock, and turned her back to me as she did a final rinse and then turned the water to her shower head off. She stepped away to a dry spot on the cement pad where the showers were and grabbed her towel and dried herself. She wrapped herself in her towel, turned and smiled and said, "See you in the barn at 8:00." "It's going to be a hot one, dress light," I said. Eight o'clock was the agreed to start time. We were to meet in the barn every morning at 8:00 and discuss the day's work. It was unseasonably warm the past few days and the heat was not supposed to let up for a few more days. I went back into the house for breakfast. Robbin was up and pouring herself some coffee. "I see you're making friends with the help," she said with a big grin. "You needed help washing your cock, did you?" she busted up laughing. "I was hoping to get it into her big bush this morning, but she seemed to not want to go there yet," I added. "I saw that hairy cunt," Robbin said. "That's gotta take some work to get through." "I suppose you'll find out soon enough yourself," I chided her. "With any luck," she added. After breakfast I headed to the barn and started working on the irrigation. I was installing drip irrigation in the raised bed planters and a misting system that would mist the plants from above. With this heat wave, I thought I'd add some pipes with additional misters hanging from them that aimed at the pathway between the beds. This way we'd keep cool while tending the plants. Ed had filled each planter box has he finished building them, so some were full of dirt and ready to go. Robbin and Amy would be planting tomatoes and herbs today. After planting the plants, they needed to be mulched with the hay Ed and Robbin were fucking on the other day. Robbin came out of the house about 8:00, she was dressed in her white blouse, no bra and a short skirt, and sandals. As she passed by me she lifted her skirt; she had no panties on. "Is that appropriate dress for farming?" I asked her. "It's going to be hot, all I have to do is lift small baby plants and dig holes and plop them in. The raised beds make it so I don't have to do a lot of bending, it'll be fine." She defended her choice of clothing for the day. Amy came into the barn a few minute later. She was dressed in a short light yellow sun dress. She also had no bra on and the dress plunge cut allowed ample view of her cleavage. She was barefoot. It broke my heart to tell her she should but something on her feet; a farm can be a dangerous place to walk around barefoot. As the day went on, it got hotter and hotter. I stopped work often to bring the girls lemonade. With each trip out to bring the girls lemonade I could see more and more skin through Robbins sweat soaked white blouse. Amy's dress was also clinging to her body, moist with perspiration. She was fanning her crotch with her dress, no doubt that bush between her legs was moist and curly. Just before lunch I was lying on the ground installing irrigation to the planter Amy was working. She moved over to where I was and straddled my body as she reached in to plant some plants. "You're in my way," she said jokingly. I turned my head up to look at her and say some wise guy retort. When I looked up, I saw up her skirt as her legs straddled my head. She had no panties on either and her black bush looked so inviting. Sex Farm Then she did something I didn't see coming. She lowered herself toward my face and ground that thick bush in my face. I tilted my head up and licked her moist hairy pussy. She smelled wonderful. With all her pubic hair and the heat of the day her cunt had a deep musky aroma; but it was a sweet smell nonetheless. She tasted sweet, salty and tangy. She only held her pussy on my face for a minute, then she lifted herself up and continued to work as if nothing happened. My cock stiffened in my work pants, I needed to rearrange things down there to be comfortable. I continued working on the irrigation. Robbin walked over to me. She had seen Amy on my face as she was returning from the barn with another load of plants. She straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my lips as Amy had done. She said to me as she ground her cunt on my face, "Imagine my surprise when I came out of the barn and I saw Amy sitting on your face. I thought to myself that looks like a wonderful idea. When I saw Amy get off you and go back to work, I just had to have my turn." Robbin stayed longer than Amy had, long enough for me to bring her off with my tongue. "Did you make Amy cum?" Robbin asked after she stood up from my face. "No, she only stayed a minute," I said. "She seems to be teasing me." "Well, that makes two of us," she said to me laughing as she walked away leaving me with a hard-on straining against my Carhartts. I got the misters working in the afternoon. It was the heat of the day and everyone was hot, sweaty and tired. As the girls were finishing their last plantings, I turned on the misters. I got hoots and hollers from the girls as the mist of water descending on them as they worked. They were already very moist from perspiration, but with the added water from the misters they were soon wet. Robbin's white blouse was now see through, her breasts were pasted against the wet thin white material. Amy's yellow dress was not as shear as Robbin's blouse so it wasn't quite see through, but it clung nicely to her naked body underneath. Seeing the girls all wet and still working got me thinking it was time for them to quit for the day. I took the garden hose and started spraying them with water, pretty soon they were both soaked and yelling. Robbin started running and stripping off her blouse and skirt as she ran toward the outdoor showers. Amy was hot on her tail as she pulled her dress off and ran to the showers. I was right behind them and soon we were all naked and showering together. All three of us were soaping each other and rubbing hands on bodies. Soon Amy bent over to wash her toes, her ass was facing me. She spread her legs as she bent over and her black bush was the most prominent thing staring at me. Her pubic hair even crawled up her ass, it was so unruly. Her hairy twat was a big turn on for me. Robbin's pussy was not shaved, but she trimmed it neat, and her pubic hair was thin and wispy, so even if she never trimmed it she would never be as thick as Amy. Of all of the other women I've fucked, they hadn't had a bush as thick as Amy's. It was mysterious and dark, forbidden fruit, I just had to fuck it. My cock was rock hard as Robbin was massaging it under the shower. She saw me eying Amy's cunt as Amy bent over washing her toes. My wife nodded with her head as if to say go ahead. She guided my cock toward Amy's beaver. I pushed the head of my hard cock into Amy's bush. Amy didn't flinch, she just pushed back as to indicate -- come on in. Amy stopped washing her toes, she reached up between her legs and started massaging my balls as I made my way through her thick bush to the lips within. Robbin moved around to put her hands on Amy's back and ass. She began massaging and kneading her skin with her hands as I fucked her from behind. Robbin reached around to grab Amy's breasts and started kneading her breasts while planting kisses on Amy's back and neck. Amy stopped playing with my balls and started fingering her clit as I continued to fuck her. Her bung hole was staring me in the face, so I spit on her there and used my thumb to play with her anus. Amy seemed to love the anal play I was giving her, she started moaning and quivering. Robbin moved to kneel down in front of Amy and kissed her face. I was getting close to cumming. I wanted to wait for Amy to cum, but from this position and with the water running it was hard to tell how close she was. "Is she close?" I asked Robbin as I trusted in and out of Amy's dark bush. Robbin, as she continued to kiss Amy manage to get a response from her that she was indeed ready to cum. "Good, because I can't hold back much longer," I said as I increased the tempo of the thrusts in her cunt. I felt Amy cumming, her pussy walls were pulsing, gripping and releasing my cock. Her knees started buckling, her moans could now be heard above the water spraying on us. Robbin reached up and tweaked her breasts. "I'm cumming!" I announced as I plowed my cock deep inside Amy's cunt and let my semen fill her. We were both weak in the knees now and could not stay standing, we collapsed in a heap on the cement floor of the shower, the water still running on us. My cock popped out of Amy as we collapsed. Robbin put her hands under Amy's arm pits and guided her too her feet and over to the bench next to the shower. She pushed Amy back on the bench so she was reclining. Robbin spread the young woman's legs and used her fingers to dig through Amy's thick bush to find her pussy lips. Robbin parted Amy's lips and lowered her head in to eat her out. In the old days when we were swingers, Robbin often ate out the girl I just fucked, she loved eating my sperm out of a just fucked pussy. Amy loved this and she started fingering her clit while my wife's tongue was deep in her twat digging for sperm. At the same time Robbin's right hand was fingering her own clit. When I was younger I would have gotten hard again immediately and taken my wife from behind as she knelt eating Amy. Now in my 40's, I needed a little time to recover. I just sat back on the bench and enjoyed the show. Amy was soon quaking to her second orgasm. Robbin got up from eating Amy and lay on the bench, she spread her legs and started fingering her clit. She had not cum yet. It was up to Amy or me to take care of Robbin. I still had not recovered yet, but would have eagerly gone down on my Robbin. I was just about to move when I saw Amy get up and kneel down between my wife's legs and begin to eat her. I was fine with that, I lay down on the bench and basked in my orgasmic glow. Amy brought Robbin to an intense orgasm; you could hear her moans echoing off the side of the barn. We all lay there basking in the late afternoon sun for what seemed like an eternity. As we lay there we could hear the birds chirping, they seemed to be saying 'well done, well done'. Soon the tree frogs started peeping as the late afternoon turning into evening. When we recovered, we showered again and got dressed and I took the ladies out for dinner. The next day brought more unseasonably warm weather, and the girls continued to plant tomatoes and herbs all day. I worked on the irrigation in the morning but needed to catch up on bookkeeping after lunch. When I finished the bookkeeping I went out to the garden and saw the girls soaked in perspiration. Robbin again wore her white blouse with no bra, her breasts were completely visible through her shear wet cotton blouse. Amy had on a front buttoned sundress and she was so hot she unbuttoned her dress all the way. She had no bra or panties on and I got a glimpse of her naked body as her dress swayed open as she worked. I took the garden hose and again soaked the ladies. They removed their cloths and I sprayed them with water as they danced under the spray. Robbin grabbed the hose and soaked me with it. I stripped out of my wet cloths and the three of us had another threesome right there in the garden. The next few days we worked hard in the garden, and Amy started menstruating; so there was no sex with Amy for the rest of the week. Later that week we had several planters of lettuce ready and with the heat wave it really looked like it needed to be picked and sold. I had called Carly at the Green Bounty a week earlier to give her a heads up, and she put her order in on the spot. My plan was to call her later that day and inform her I would be bringing the lettuce to her store the next day. I was in the house after lunch doing some bookkeeping when my cell went off, it was Carly, "Hi, I'm in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by and see the lettuce I'm getting." "I was just going to call you about the lettuce. What brings you out this way?" I asked. "My horse is boarded on the other end of Westway Road at the Griffin Farm, I ride every Tuesday morning," Carly explained. "I'm in my car heading to your farm now, and I'm just about there, see you in a minute or two," she hung up. I continued the bookkeeping I was doing until I heard her car drive in. I went outside to meet Carly but she had already walked into the barn. Just then I saw Eddie's truck in the drive. "Gee I hope Robbin and Eddie aren't fucking somewhere in the open," I said to myself out loud. Eddie had gotten in to habit of stopping by whenever he was horny. It didn't take much convincing for Robbin to take a break from whatever she was doing to fuck Eddie. I had already given her permission to fuck him; and I was going to be getting a lot of time with Amy, so I didn't mind. Sure enough, I walked through the back doors of the barn to the fields where the planters were and there was Robbin and Eddie fucking right out in the open on the cutting table. Amy was watching from about 10 yards away, she was leaning against a planter with her summer dress hiked up and she was fingering her hairy pussy. I then saw Carly, she was just standing there with her jaw on the ground. I walked up to her and said, "The lettuce is over her," as I indicated with my body language we should walk this way. Carly just stood there looking shocked, then pointed at Robbin and Eddie and said, "There are people fucking in your garden, in broad daylight." The gig was already up so what could I say at that point but try to make light of it? "Oh that's just Robbin and Eddie, they can't keep their hands off one another," I said as nonchalantly as I could. "And the girl masturbating while watching?" Carly asked. "That's Amy. Jenifer, the one that works in your store, hooked us up with her." "Why are they fornicating? And isn't Robbin you wife?" Carly wasn't going to let this go away easily I could see. So I told her everything. How Robbin and I use to be swingers long ago before we climbed the corporate ladder. How we traded in the rat race for a simple life on the farm. And how we wanted to get back into swinging again, and that Robbin was getting a head start with an old boyfriend. "So you're not only swingers, you have an open marriage?" Carly asked. "I guess so, but this is something recent, so I haven't really thought about it," I said in a defensive tone. "The lettuce is over here," I started walking toward the raised beds where the lettuce was growing. I was desperately hoping Carly wasn't going to cancel her order over this. She followed me to the lettuce. As I turned to talk to her about the various varieties of lettuce we were growing, she had a different look on her face, an almost sultry look. "Do you know why women ride horses John?" she asked me. Without waiting for an answer she answered her own question, "So we can feel a big strong animal moving between our legs." She had a lust filled look in her eyes as she continued talking. "I sometimes cum when riding, but I usually need to use a hand on my clit. I can do that when I ride alone, but this morning I rode with a group. I got horny riding, as usual, but I couldn't take the opportunity to slip a hand down my riding pants. I'm still horny John." Carly stated this while standing a few feet from me dressed in her riding breeches, a white blouse, and riding boots. She had her right hand on her hip, her body language was saying, "So what are you going to do about it?" I thought to myself, "I'm going to fuck you. That's what I'm going to do about it." I started walking toward her, as I did she began unbuttoning her blouse. She wore no bra, just as the first time I met her at the health food store. Her small but pert breasts came into view as she unbuttoned and pulled the tails of her blouse from her pants. Her breasts were those of a younger woman's, but since they were small I was pretty sure they were natural. Her waist was thin and toned from all the horse riding she does. I slipped my left hand into her opening blouse and grabbed a hand full of her pert breast. My right hand found its way to her firm ass, I massaged a cheek through her riding pants. "Get undressed," she ordered as pushed me away and began to remove her boots and clothes. Carly was a little bossy I could see; something different, I might like this. I did as she requested and removed my clothes. "Get on the ground," she barked another order. Luckily there was hay on the ground near the planters the lettuce was in. I lay on the ground face up. She straddled my face and lowered her pussy on my mouth. Her pussy was wet as soon as I slipped my tongue in. She had a wonderful aroma between her legs, musky and sweaty, with a hint of leather from her morning ride. "I won't need much foreplay, I'm still horny from riding. Get your cock hard," she ordered as I licked her neatly quaffed pussy. My cock was quickly growing rock hard. Carly ordering me around had a sexually intoxicating effect on me. My cock didn't need much more encouragement, but I grabbed it and wanked to full mast while I continued to eat her. Carly moaned and cooed as she grounded her cunt into my lips. She soon reached back to check the stiffness of my cock. She seemed satisfied it was stiff enough, and she stood up and moved back and impaled herself on my hard cock. She rode me like she was riding her horse. Her hands grabbed a hold of my pecs and kneaded them like she was grabbing the reins of her horse. She rocked her clit on my pelvis bone as she if she was riding in her saddle. She was in complete control of this fuck. It was more like she was using me than we were fucking together, but I didn't mind. I didn't dare cum before her though. Her eyes were closed during most of the fuck, and when they weren't she was looking up skyward. Her short, straight gray hair stayed in place while she rode my shaft; another part of her life she has managed to get under her control I presumed. Soon she started sliding her cunt all the way up and down my cock. She ground her clit onto my pelvic bone at the bottom of her down stroke. Then she rose all the way up until the head of my cock was just about to pop out of her pussy before she drove back down. She rode me for what seemed like 15 minutes before showing any sign of getting ready to cum; good thing I had staying power. When she came, it was neat and controlled; barely a slight moan escaped her lips. The only way I could tell she had cum was the small shivers that rippled through her body. Once I was sure she was cumming I stopped holding back and pumped my cock inside her cunt with my own mission in mind. When she finished she stood up and said, "Is there a place I can clean up?" I showed her the outdoor showers and brought her some soap and a towel. She showered, dressed and said, "I'll be expecting the lettuce first thing in the morning. I open at 9:00, I'll need it before then. Can you bring it around by 8:00?" "I'll have it there by 8:00," I said. Jack- Later that afternoon, Robbin and I were working in the barn when we heard a vehicle pull into the drive. I looked out of the barn window to see who it was and I saw a van parked in front of the barn. There was some commotion in the van, then the side door opens and a wheelchair on a lift swings out and lowers. The driver of this van had a way of positioning himself into the wheelchair, and using an electric lift system he was able to get in and out of the van. Once free of the lift, he wheeled himself over to the open barn doors. "Hi, Jack is my name, being nosy is my game," he said as he wheeled himself into the barn. I walked over and extended my hand to him. "I'm John, that's my wife Robbin," pointing in Robbin's direction as she stayed working on the flower bench. "Hi," Robbin said looking in our direction. Jack wheeled himself right over to Robbin and parked himself next to her. "What kinda place you running here?" he asked her. "We just moved in last March, my father used to own this place. He had a farm here for many years, and he passed away a few years ago. We're starting an organic vegetable and flower farm," Robbin explained. Jack was in his late twenties I'd say, and he had no legs. Both legs were amputated not far below his crotch. Jack's upper body looked fit; probably from the necessity of compensating for no legs. Someone in his position would use their arms more just performing daily activities. Jack was a good looking guy; he had blond hair, blue eyes, a nice face and smile. "I live at the other end of this road myself," Jack informed us. "It's my mother's place, she left me for Florida. She said I was depressing her, she needed to get away. She told me I could live in it rent free; sure helps stretch the paltry amount I get for disability." Robbin was cutting and arranging flowers at the flower bench while she talked to Jack. Carly wanted to start carrying some of our flowers, so Robbin wanted to give her some to start with and see how they sold. I was to bring them tomorrow when I dropped off the lettuce at the Green Bounty. Jack reached up and started helping Robbin with the flowers. "Oh, you don't need to do that," Robbin said. "I got nothing else to do except to sit at home watching porn and jerking off," Jack said with a grin. "Ok then. Here take these and just cut them about 10 inches below the flowers," Robbin instructed him. Jack and Robbin worked on the flowers for over an hour. They were getting along like old lost friends; chatting and joking as they worked. Robbin wore her usual thin white blouse with no bra, and as she sweated from the heat of the day her breasts became very visible through her damp blouse. She also had a tendency to unbutton some buttons as the heat of the day wore on. There she sat very exposed and unconcerned, working side by side with Jack, whom she just met when he rolled his wheelchair up to her cutting table. Jack was lost in her breasts. He kept working and talking but his eyes were glued to Robbins melting blouse. They finished the flowers and it was getting late, near dinner time. Robbin invited Jack to dine with us that evening, and he accepted. As he rolled his wheelchair away from the cutting table I could see he had a hard-on; he didn't bother covering it up as hands were busy wheeling his chair. After dinner and some wine, Jack started telling us how he lost his legs. He was stationed in Fallujah, Iraq. He was guarding a post near a two story building while other soldiers from his brigade were inside searching for the insurgents' weapons cache. There was a large explosion in the building, he was knocked off his feet by the explosion , but was unhurt by the initial blast. As he lay on the ground next to the building, a large piece of glass from the second story fell straight down and severed both his legs instantly just below his crotch. "I'm lucky to be alive; luckier than my mates inside that building," he said as he took a large gulp of wine. "I bled like a stuck pig. Luckily medics were in the area and I was only five minutes from the combat support hospital."