0 comments/ 95478 views/ 9 favorites A Farmer's Wife By: The Bard In homage to another unknown author I am adding this small preamble for the premise of my last scene comes from a forgotten story I personally found erotic. Although I have used my own descriptive flow and imagination as to how the events might have unfolded much of the original still exists as I recall it from memory. * Was it some dark mysterious plan which formulated in the back of my mind or mere coincidence I ask myself? Surely it could not have been by chance, for the events which unfolded changed my life and showed my wife how much I loved her. I suppose I should though begin at the beginning for it is there that the events unfolded. I work or perhaps more accurately run a farm which on the whole is long days and strenuous work. Don't kid yourself though that just because I'm a farmer I'm dull. No I'd say I have my share of wild days or nights and sometimes even both. Also being an owner operator I have the luxury of being able to delegate the work load so that should I need or want time off it can be had at a moments notice. During our peak season though life always gets a bit more interesting for it is at these time I need the extra efforts supplied by seasonal employees. I advertise far and wide for a selection of pickers, sorters and heavy labors, and as is always the case I find myself immersed in the vast characters of life. There are many stories I might well share but it is my own I chose to because here I know all the facts and the truth. Perhaps now I should also explain that although I am 46 my wife is a mere kitten at 33. She is shapely, intelligent and oh so sweet but what seems truly remarkable to me is her wild sexual side. Often I wonder what I did to ensnare such a prize for age aside there are days I don't think I could keep up. You see I knew my wife had but one lover before me, and being younger she might well harbor certain curiosities; curiosities about size, technique etc., but life taught me the extent. I recall even now how it all began; how one day I decided to show her, but let's face it I couldn't just find a guy to screw her, too many things could just go wrong, bad or I might never know the results. No I decided that in order to explore this I'd have to be there and so I came up with a silly plan. I'd be the man to seduce her. Ok, ok I know that's ridiculous, but I'm a farmer not a rocket scientist so hear me out. The day was set, my wife was out getting supplies; yeah even farmers have to eat; and I emptied most of her closets and arranged everything in the back of my cube van. I set up poles to hang the clothes on and arranged shoes along the floor. I even set up a small curtain for a change room, a bench to sit upon and a mirror where she could review her selections. My plan was simple she'd come home and I'd be the traveling salesman come to show her my wears, and if all went well seduce her in the process. So my wife comes home and moments later I pull up in the cube van. I know she's surprised to see me especially since I don't look like a farmer. I showered, shaved, put on cologne, and dressed neat but rather casually. "Morning ma'am" I said with a smile as I exited the van. She smiled that wonderful smile of hers but before she could ask me any questions I continued. "My name is Walter, Walter J. Armbrooster, and I happened to notice you as I was passing." Now since I didn't use my real name she instantly realized this was a game and proceeded to play along. "Good morning Mr. Armbrooster what can I do for you?" "Well as I was saying, I happened to notice you as I was driving past and frankly. . . I'm lost." "Really?" came her response. "Where exactly are you trying to go?" "Smith's Falls" I replied, "But I guess I got all turned about and now I've no idea where I am. I have a map here perhaps if you could show me where I am, I can get to where I'm going." I added a smile and made sure my eyes scanned slowly down her body so she'd realize as a traveler I was 'checking her out'. "Sure, sure" she said flicking her hair with her hand "But it's not really necessary you see it is easy to get there from here." I recall how surprised I was that she played along so easily and so well, and in fact I was thrilled that this now added a whole new level to our sexual encounters. Even if this didn't work out we'd be able to have tiny role playing sessions and thus the encounters could be endless and surprising. When she came up beside me and pointed down the road, I smelt her perfume and could just imagine a salesman being intoxicated. "You see that barn way off in the distance? she said leaning into me to point around the fence post. God she felt good. "Well just past that is the main highway, turn right on it and keep going you can't miss it and you'll be there in about an hour." "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. . . In fact I'll tell you what. Have a consignment of women's apparel in the back and to thank you for your kindness why don't you choose something you like. No charge of course." "Oh don't be silly it was nothing you were practically on the right road all by yourself" "No, no I could have been driving around for hours and honestly you're so pretty I'd welcome any chance to be with you even for a few more minutes." I saw her blush at the compliment and knew she wanted to keep playing so I then added. "Besides you're a lady and you can't tell me you don't like shopping, so the least you could do is have a look." Naturally she agreed and we retired to the back of the truck. She was shocked at the preparations I'd gone through and played along looking at this and that, and all the while I talked about the clothes, what would look good on her body and was sure to offer up other compliments. I urged her to try some of the things on, and amongst all this slipped in general questions about whether she was married? How would her husband like this or that? Where he was as perhaps he could help her decided etc. I figured if a salesman wanted to seduce someone as pretty as my wife he'd want to know these things so he could gauge her loneliness, how much her husband paid attention to the little things and let's not forget how much time one might have with the young lady. With the various pieces she tried on I made comments about the fit and look, 'adjusting' them where needed and naturally slipping in a few caresses. Eventually I got around to showing her shoes, which I helped her try on, and lingerie which she found interesting but 'wouldn't dare' try on. My caresses were becoming longer and bolder resulting in her nipples hardening noticeably, and so now I introduced the perfumes and massage oils. I explained that the proper use was extremely important and that if she applied them correctly her husband would become a wild man unable to resist her natural charms. This naturally lead to the demonstration of proper use and soon applications on the forearms, became arms, shoulders and neck. I stopped as my fingers nudged the collar of her blouse off her shoulders so that only her breasts and friction held it in place. Now I pulled her body back into my lap and told her to close her eyes. This way she'd better remember the techniques for later and then I started rubbing her thighs. I recall the shocked tension of that first contact and how she began to rise, but I told I was sorry, and that even though I was a trained professional I should never have been so bold without asking. I explained that here above the knees was most critical for the oil's application but that if she felt uncomfortable with the demonstration I could always wait for her husband. "No, no" was her response, she was just a bit shocked that was all. She wanted to surprise her husband and she'd best learn the proper use first. I felt like the salesman just then yelling in my own mind SCORE!!!!, and when she sat back down I could already feel my cock beginning to swell. With permission on my side and her closed eyes I again began on her thighs, rubbing tiny circles as my voice whispered how beautifully hot and silken her skin felt. I whispered how sexy she was and told her that with this application technique she'd be able to feel her husband's excitement grow, knowing full well she could feel my cock throbbing hard and pressing against that ass. My lips were so close to her ear as I continued rubbing and telling her that as the warmth spread through her she should relax into it. Enjoy the sensations for as she gave in her husband would become unglued. Boy was that an understatement I was dying to start making love to her, but then that would have been reverting back to myself and I wanted her to experience someone else. Still though as my fingers moved and my whispers slipped into her mind her thighs began parting so my fingers could trace tiny intricate patterns higher and higher. My lips would now occasionally brush her skin, and I felt the shivers after each but more than this I felt her hips begin slowly rocking on my hard, hot, aching cock. The time was right, and so my fingers reached up and stroked through her pussy; ohh no panties could you imagine trying to stay in character; it was already so wet but the gasp and moan that contact made sent my desire spinning out of control. Now I eagerly teased her wet pussy. Slipping the tip of a finger inside and then withdrawing it. Her thighs shook and she squirmed harder on my cock so my other hand reached around and started caressing her tits. Now my pretty wife was truly lost, she moaned and squirmed against each pleasure and so forgoing the whispers I started kissing her neck and ear. The hand which squeezed and caressed the breasts then began opening each button but after two her blouse slipped away to her waist. My hand now had free roam of her naked breasts while my finger tip thrust in and out. I knew she wanted more I could feel her thighs tensing as I thrust the tip in and then her hips would flex forward trying to get more. "Do you feel how excited he becomes as he applies the oils?" I asked and she moaned "Yes. Oh yes" "Your body is excited too isn't it?" I probed further "Oh God yes" she moaned. "What would you like him to do now?" "Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard" came her answer. "Do you want to feel his cock thrusting inside you?" I asked and on the word 'thrusting' I pushed my fingers in hard to the second knuckle. Her body spasmed once and she moaned "Ohh yess. . . Yes. . . Yes please." "You want that thick, hot, cock pushing deep inside you? Thrusting hard and deep?" Again my fingers mirror my words but this time her arms rose grabbed my hair as she answered "Oh God yes. Do me now! Fuck me and let me feel all of it!" Thrusting deep now my finger sank as far as it could but then I held it inside as I drew her to a standing position. "Turn around sit on my lap facing me" I ordered and she did just that. As she turned I released my throbbing cock and the moment she saw it her eagerness to feel it inside was evident. Quickly she straddled my lap and grasped that blood filled shaft directing it at her pussy, and when I felt the head part those lips I held her hips. It wasn't enough though to prevent her from sinking the head inside but it was to stop her feeling the entire length. I wanted this to be special to make her come differently than I had as a husband and so I held her suspended on only the tip. Her hips flexed and the head slipped out and back in then she grabbed my face kissed me and released all her weight into my hands. Instantly her body took on too much weight for my hands and my cock slammed home. "Ohhhh" we both moaned into the air, but then a slight movement caught my eye. I looked again and saw it was only the dog but I leaned in and told her "I just saw your husband outside the truck" Her body shook intensely and I felt her pussy actually sucking at my cock and I knew she'd cum. She was biting my collar and a bit of my neck to stave off screaming out but I used the power of my arms to thrust her hips back and forth. This not only triggered my own orgasm but caused her to scream out "OHHHH GODDD" at the top of her lungs. Now normally I loved hearing my wife scream out because of something I'd done, but when she quickly climbed off my lap and said "Mister; you do have something I'll take as a thank you gift!!" and then she swallowed my cock. It dawned on me when at last our energies were spent that this had been the hottest sex session I could remember save our first meeting and wedding night. The only apparent difference was the fact I was playing someone not her husband, so I asked her plainly if it had been a fantasy of hers. Imagine my surprise to learn my sweet innocent wife often had fantasies of making love with others. Not only was she curious about size and technique though oh no... She was curious about threesomes, swapping, group sex and even women. "The pleasure of the body" she said "Seems boundless, and deep down I've longed to experience them." WOW!!! What is a guy to say to that? I suppose in many ways I surprised even myself that day though, for I admitted that often I had fantasies of her with other women both with me as a participant and just a voyeur. I said that although I didn't know if I could handle watching another man please her I did have fantasies of me and another taking her. We talked more openly after that and actually continued the role playing. Sharing little fantasies of people we saw or scenarios which came to mind. Sometime we pretended to be watching others getting so caught up in their passion our own would take over and sometimes we played at being watched. Realizing there was an audience and not caring. We became bold in our sessions teasing each other in the car, at the movies, and even progressing to the point we played at a friend's house while having dinner. The sex was amazing and then one day we went out dancing and my darling got a bit tanked. She kept bumping into another lady and at one point it looked like they were going to have an all out battle but before I could act the cashier from our local supermarket intervened. We knew her right away, and although she was only 21 she seemed to instinctively know what to do. She dragged my wife off to another area of the floor and together they danced. When the song had ended the young cashier hugged my wife, and then together they came back for a drink. My wife introduced her savior, with a smile saying "Honey this is Clarissa did you see how she handled that bitch?" and then leaned over and gave her a tiny hug. I knew then my wife had way too much to drink, for this was so out of character, not only would she never have said "bitch" in public but she'd never have hugged a practical stranger in a public situation. I tried to introduce the idea of leaving, but my wife pouted and Clarissa said "Oh don't be an ole stick in the mud let her have a bit of fun. Her hand dropped onto my wife's knee squeezed it and she said at least give her one more dance. Before I had a chance to answer though her arm slipped under my wife's and she continued "Come on I love this song." Again they were off into the crowd dancing away. I saw how with the crush of bodies they would occasionally bump together and how hands would push off hips to break free again. There was talking too but with the music and distance I couldn't hear what was being said I only know my wife's head would tilt back she'd smile and then lower her own lips to Clarissa's ear to respond. It must have been a great conversation though for I watched as it happened again and again and both ladies were sporting wide happy smiles. When that song ended they slipped away to the bathroom, and after an indomitably long time they finally returned. I saw them exit even though the lights had been dimmed for a slow song but then they rejoined the crush and danced together close. Ohh how my fantasies took hold just then; imagining hands caressing asses and breasts in the dim lights. I imagined them kissing and grinding hips, while whispering sweet nasty thoughts into each others ears. Frankly I got so hot and excited from these two just dancing, that I cursed the end of the song. Finally though Clarissa brought my wife back to me, and her eyes were a soft dreary glaze. I knew now was the time to take her away. I could see how she was falling asleep and so I bid our young guest a good evening. She smiled a contagious smile and said "You're right its time we went to bed". For a moment I had thought she was flirting? Her eyes sparkled so, but then she asked if I had a cell phone so she might call herself a cab. She rescued my wife and kept her both happy and out of danger; a drive was the least I could offer wasn't it? Well I did and Clarissa agreed so together the three of us piled into my pick-up. There we were driving along, my wife and the young lady giggling about this or that when suddenly my wife turned and kissed her; square on the lips. Honestly I'm not sure who was the most surprised; Clarissa, my wife or I. Well in any event she didn't object and so my wife kissed her again and this time she kept kissing her. I felt my cock jerk and begin to grow even though I started to think this was just some desperate rekindling of my earlier fantasy, but with each passing streetlamp I began to realize it was actually happening. There she was my sweet innocent wife actually kissing another woman. I had often fantasized about it but this was so much better. I saw my wife's hand slip across, but in the flash of the next streetlamp I realized it was actually under Clarissa's top. My cock had swollen across my hips causing me great pain and I desperately tried to keep driving, shift it and watch all at the same time. There was a constant mewling of passionate sounds, moans, groans and what not, and frankly I was going crazy. I wanted to stop; to watch them; to help, but no this was my wife's foray and drunk or not I was determined to let her have the experience as she wanted it. More than that though I feared should I stop, so too would the seduction. When at last we arrived at Clarissa's home and I had to stop, that was exactly what had happened. They broke apart as though nothing had occurred. My wife thanked her for rescuing her and bid her a good evening, to which Clarissa replied in kind although a bit breathless. What happened? I just couldn't understand it. One minute they were like animals in heat and now it was as cordial as a meeting with the local pastor. We both watched as Clarissa went to her door and as she inserted the key, but then suddenly my wife turned and said "I need to pee can you wait a moment?" "Sure no problem" I replied and then my wife was off down the same walk. I waited and waited and waited, then went to ask what happened. The door was still ajar when I got there so I let myself in and wandered about looking for my wayward wife. As I came upon the young lady's bedroom I froze in my tracks. There was my wife sucking those pert young tits. The cashier's back was arched off the bed and she was moaning. Her blouse and bra were discarded, and her hands were gripping the metal cross supports of her headboard. From one breast to another my wife's lips shifted each time bringing new moans and squirms. Her own thigh had pushed between those of Clarissa's and the already short skirt was beginning to bunch. I watch in utter fascination as my wife slowly worked her thigh ever higher while her hands and lips consumed this innocence's breasts. She had worked up quite the rhythm kissing squeezing scraping with her teeth causing the thighs to squirm and part and then her own leg would take up the slack. I watched as soon Clarissa's hips began to rise and fall, knowing that was a sign my wife's leg had made contact and now that hungry pussy was dragging up and down for added stimulation. The young lady's moans and breathing told me she had surrendered and it seemed my wife knew this as well for now she shifted to draw away the last resistant folds of the skirt up over the ass and hips. As she did so I thought my heart would stop for not only did I see the thong, black, sweet, and silk, jammed tightly between the swollen wet folds of her pussy, but I also saw Clarissa's hands moving up under my wife's skirt. A Farmer's Wife Almost on cue my wife moaned and shifted one leg over Clarissa's head, even as her own hands began removing that thong. I watched as it exposed the soft brown fur and pulled reluctantly from the wet lips; then as my wife's skirt rose over her ass I saw she was pantiless. I didn't know she was pantiless. Why didn't I know she was pantiless? Perhaps I might well have examined this closer had my wife not just then buried her tongue in that wet pussy. But the gasp from Clarissa was matched a second later by my own wife feeling two fingers sink into her own desire. Now there was no stopping them. My wife licked and sucked at the lips, clit and pussy while Clarissa thrust her fingers in and out. I watched Clarissa's thighs start to shake then rise with her hips forcing that tongue deeper into her hungry pussy. She was screaming and her fingers slipped free, wet and slick with my wife's juices before again grabbing at the metal headboard supports. Her body spasmed and spasmed before my very eyes; she was cumming and it was sweet. As her hips crashed back to the bed I saw Clarissa reach out and start licking at my own wife's pussy. Her hands had grasped those hips and were holding her fast as her head rocked up and down. My wife began screaming and gasping for breath "Oh God. . . Oh God. . . Yes. . . Yes... YESSSSSSSSS. I wanted to be there to kiss her, to suck her hard nipples even as they arched high towards the ceiling but I couldn't. Something told me this was a private moment and so as quietly as I could I slipped away. I wasn't in the truck ten minutes before she returned radiant, beautiful smelling of sex, but she said nothing. It was a quiet long ride home and when at we got there my darling was asleep. I carried her from the car to our bed, removed her clothes and then snuggled up against her. More than anything I wanted to fuck her but I didn't. Somehow I wanted her to have this night without me, a pure memory of the boundless pleasure she had longed for and told me of so long ago. Still though I couldn't help snuggling up to her and holding her body tight against my throbbing cock. The next morning my darling wife awoke me to sex. She was sucking my throbbing cock and I watched as it slipped between her ruby lips. Her hand was stroking my balls softly caressing them and having them slide through her palm while her lips and tongue worked their magic. My hips began rising meeting each long entry into that warm palace of pleasure and her other hand began stroking the shaft up and down. "My God" I was moaning it felt incredible I was going to explode but then she stopped and straddled me. She pushed my cock inside her pussy and rode me like a wild woman; her hips slamming down on it while her hands cupped and squeezed her breasts before me. I was going to cum; too quickly; and I tried to stop her but she'd have none of it. She thrust and ground until finally my cock spasmed inside. Then using all her weight she sat and kept it deep. It is an amazing feeling having your cock inside a tight warm pussy especially when it is cumming. The feeling as the cock's head swells and spurts; the jerks against those tight walls and the resultant spasms is like a peek at heaven. Even through this though something was wrong and so I asked my darling "Honey what wrong?" "Wrong?" she responded "What do you mean?" "Sweetie", I continued, "I'm not be the brightest lamp in the world but this was not like you." "I'm sorry" she began crying, "I'm so sorry" "What? What is it?" I pushed her "I. . . I . . . I cheated on you." Now the crying was full blown and her head was buried in my chest. Between the sobs she asked if I could ever forgive her. I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach by surprise. All the air had left my lungs and I couldn't think; stammering to understand to say something I asked "When? With whom?" I'm not sure I really wanted to hear this but I need to say something and it was the only words which came to mind. "I'm too embarrassed" she replied "I just can't tell you, you'll hate me forever." Regaining a bit of my composure I pressed her. "If I'm ever going to understand I need to know" And so she told me. "I cheated on you last night with Clarissa. I had too much to drink and she kept touching me. One thing lead to another and instead of peeing I screwed her." Perhaps laughing was not really appropriate, but I couldn't help myself. It just sort of started in the pit of my stomach and rolled out. Her head snapped off my chest and she screamed at me "Don't you understand I broke our solemn vows and had sex with another woman behind your back. I'm a damned lesbian." More laughing burst forth before I regained enough composure "Honey, honey calm down" I began "Firstly your not a lesbian at least not unless your willing to give up sex with all men including me, and secondly you didn't have sex behind my back. I watched you. I watched everything and it was HOT!!!" Sniffling she wiped her eyes with her hands and said "You. . . you watched? How did you know?" I told you long ago that I had fantasies just like you. I told you I often had them about you and another lady, in fact most men I suspect have those thoughts. I told you that for me it was erotic but last night when I actually witnessed everything I never in my wildest dreams imagined how exciting it could be. Watching you guys together dancing, kiss and touch each other. Listening to the sounds of your pleasure, well I couldn't help it I was so hot." "You're just saying that aren't you?" "Look I said lifting her from my chest. Look at how hard I am just remembering yesterday." Indeed I was hard. My cock was bobbing like a ten year old at a Halloween party until her hand closed about it. "Then you're not upset?" "Honey you made my fantasy come true how could I be upset with that? It was so intense I wanted to be there pushing inside you as you made her cum." "Well why didn't you?" "Oh honey sometimes you can be so innocent. Yesterday was your day. You not only fulfilled my fantasy but you also fulfilled your own. You had what you told me you longed for, the chance to experience the boundless passion of the body. Had I come in to join there was a chance you would have let me, but there was also a chance you would freeze up ashamed of the pleasure you found and thus spoil even what we had. No I had to let you have her. Even last night I suffered long with desires as I lay with you perhaps that's why I'm still so horny, but I decided that I needed to leave you with the purest experience I could. After all I love you and to taint it would have been merely selfish." It is an amazing thing what honesty and conversation can do. After that our lives were never quite the same. My wife surprised me again on my birthday sharing her closest friend with me in the first of many threesomes we tried, but something within her prevented her from trying another male lover. Now with our new found open relationship though we discussed it. I knew it still burned deep inside, and I tried to support her by saying I wouldn't mind but perhaps she too recalled the past. My own inadequacies and flaws in telling her I didn't know if I could handle another man pleasuring her, but still we shared the fantasies and role played so she could have whomever turned her on. And so we've come full circle back to the beginning, but this is not the end of our tale merely our prologue for as I said before when busy we hire seasonal workers, and in the summer of 2005 two young men were amongst those we hired. They came together from some sprawling metropolis out west, filled with energy and visions of being rich. They were strong well mannered and polite something you don't often see with kids from the big cities yet beneath it all they were both quite shy. I recall the day they met my wife in her Daisy Dukes {very tight short shorts}. She was just leaving the barn and both boys eyes snapped to attention. I watched a moment and saw the hunger and then called her over "Honey. Oh Honey, come on over and meet the guys." As I looked back they were now both regarding me closely, I swear I could see the calculations going through their minds. 'It's his daughter, his sister, his charge'; yeah my wife looks that good. I waited until my wife was close, watched as she wiped her hands on her ass and how both boys seemed to drool over the sight of it, and then I hit them with the truth "Boys this is my wife Jacky. Honey this is. . ." I paused realizing I didn't know which was which, but then the taller or the two stepped forward. "I'm Matt pleased to meet you ma'am." He shook her hand although I noted his gaze was now downcast as though afraid of my reaction. Then Tommy came forward and he too introduced himself. His gaze though was not as reserved for although he tried to be casual about it there was no doubt about it, he had found her chest intriguing. My wife smiled that contagious smile of hers and said "Pleased to meet you both" then with a rapid sweep of her head she flicked the hair from her shoulder and continued. "I hope you have a wonderful summer with us." She then turned to me casting that smile upon my lips and finished with "Oh, and Honey when you're done getting the guys settled in I need some help getting the rest of that hay into the loft." "I could help her sir" came Tommy's quick intervention. Both my wife and I looked at him briefly in silence, and then I turned my attention back to her and shrugged my shoulders. "Plenty of time to have your ass worked off without it starting before you even get here" I finally said, but Tommy seemed determined. "Please sir I'd like to help that's why I'm here and I'd prefer starting sooner than later." Matt quickly piped up "Me too no sense sitting around getting bored when there's things to do." I smiled at my wife and said "Well it looks like you've got your help", then turned back and continued "Ok boys you asked for it I'll stow your gear and she'll tell you what needs to be done." I'm sure I saw a tiny smirk on my wife's lips before she headed back to the barn knowing full well I was turning her over to the wolves as it were but over the years she'd handled her share with ease and these were mere puppies. Later that night as I was giving my wife a massage in bed I asked her about the boys. "Oh they were nice enough" she responded. "Nice enough?" I repeated, "Just exactly how nice were they?" "Ohh" she said teasingly "It looks like someone is jealous." "Jealous me? Try curious, after all it wasn't I who flirted with them; It wasn't I who teased them; It wasn't I who spent the entire day with the wolves only to come home again still smiling I might add." "Just what are you insinuating?" she said looking back with a wide playful grin, "Besides they aren't so much wolves." "You mean to tell me you spent the entire day and nothing happened?" "Well sort of" she said. Now I started working the small of her back with warmed oil she groaned; "Sort of? Do tell." "Well there we were working away Tommy in the loft, Matt on the barn floor working the hoist ropes and me in the wagon hooking up the bundles. We developed a kind of rhythm to it I'd hook up Matt would begin the hoisting I'd keep the bundle straight until they got above the loft floor then Tommy would swing them in and unhook them. The trouble was they keep looking at me. First Tommy would lean over to watch me hook up, then Matt would watch me stretch out between the ladder and the wagon to keep the bundles straight and all that attention was getting to me. Her body was beginning to squirm under me as my fingers and her memories worked their magic. "Well you know what happens when I wear those shorts you like; the more I move the more they rub against me. I couldn't help it I was getting wet." My fingers paused in the massage to slip between my wife's partially spread thighs and rub along the lips of her pussy. Indeed she was wet and they were already swollen and parting. The intimate contact though made her jump and then moan as my fingers slipped away. "Yeap" I confirmed "You were wet; go on." She looked back at me and I'm sure realized I was going to take advantage of her excitement, and perhaps even that added to it so she continued. "Well I was getting so hot I was sweating. My nipples ached; my pussy was leaking juices down my thighs; thank God for the sweating though as this covered that up." Once again my fingers slipped between her thighs and rubbed down through her pussy one finger rolled over her clit and her thighs clamped closed. With my other hand I surreptitiously took out my cock and then I pulled my fingers free dragging them through the lips across the opening and finally away. Again my wife's thighs parted and again I confirmed "Yeap; wet thighs, go on." "What do you mean go on? Fuck me! she demanded" "Oh no I chastised if I did that I might never know the truth so first you have to finish telling me." "But that's it. They looked, I got wet, nothing else happened. They're only 19 God sake." I reached between her legs again and started rubbing that very wet pussy. "You can't tell me you got this wet over just looking I said thrusting a finger deep inside, come on what did you leave out?" "OHHHHH" she moaned and then said "Yes, yes you're right there was more. . . Oh God don't stop" my fingers slowly began working in and out keeping her pleasure high knowing she'd keep telling me everything. "I was getting so damned excited and they did nothing so I went to the bathroom for some release. I told them I would be back soon with something to drink and to take a break. Well When I got back I heard them both in the loft. . . they were discussing me. Tommy was saying My God you should have seen those tits. They are so hot especially from above. I can see right down her blouse almost to the nipples, but when she started sweating and her tits began sliding against the inside of her blouse her nipples became so hard. I swear she has the most amazing tits I bet they feel like heaven. Hearing this, my free hand slipped under my wife's torso and felt the hard nipple "He's right they do feel like heaven and so hot." She was moaning now and the story line was beginning to break up but I gathered that Matt was saying each time she stretched from the wagon to the ladder he had a clear view up the crotch of her shorts. They were so tight he could see the outline of her pussy lips but more than that sometimes when the angle was just right he could see tufts of fur through a leg hole. She wasn't wearing any panties. They apparently kept talking about her and her body about fucking her and making her scream and she found herself excited by it. To have two young men thinking lusty thoughts of her made her even hornier and she opened a button on her blouse and began caressing her breasts beneath them. At one point the glasses with the drinks clicked together and she only just managed to untangle her other arm before two curious heads peaked from above. She wasn't sure but they might have seen one naked beast to the nipple. At this point my cock sank deep inside her and she came. We made love three times before finally falling asleep, the first with the story, the second with me as Matt and the third with me as Tommy. She was really into it too and came, and came, and came. Now I'm not exactly sure what it was, but something in knowing two young men found her as hot as I was erotic. It gave me a great sense of pride and no I wasn't thinking the swelling one below; although I'll admit that too was unexpected; it was more a reflection on me as a man. Knowing that I a simple farmer possessed the heart of desire while others looked on with envy and lust, and she with all her options kept me. Perhaps even that night the percolating idea of actually getting them together started, but I never put conscious thought to it until much later. I have over the years developed a tradition of sorts where by I invite one or two of the employees each night to share our table, and the evening with my wife and I. It is partially during these times that I learn of the odd characters, wild tales and adventures even I only dreamt of, but it is also a chance to listen and learn. My wife always seems to enjoy these evenings as well, perhaps because being a farmer's wife her days are equally filled with task after task and any break to meet and socialize is always welcomed. Over the course of the season both Matt and Tommy were overheard discussing my darling, sometimes by her and others by me. It seemed that alone they would often boast about what they'd seen, or done and yet save that first incidence they'd gotten nothing more. Still though each conversation added fuel to our own erotic fire and we often made love to the spirit of youthful fantasies. As the season came to a close I invited both Matt and Tommy to our table for one final evening. Naturally they had been there several times before but never together. The evening was much like all others eating, drinking jokes and stories but as it wore on I began to realize something. There was a sort of sexual tension in the air, and so I purposefully paid extra attention. Within the eyes of the boys was undoubtedly lust and their very actions spoke volumes of want. Perhaps this was to be expected though, for it would be their last evening with us before heading back home. I watched with a kind of amusement how they would jostle for position always trying to sit across from her, but more than this I saw my wife was flirting with them. I steered the conversation to home and after a few minutes I learned neither of boys had a 'regular' girlfriends. I don't know what came over me but I suggested that perhaps it was technique. "Women" I said "Love a man who can kiss, and once you learn how it stays with you for life. Not only that though, once a woman discovers you're a great kisser you'll find you never have troubles where girls were concerned. My wife can attest to that, now can't you honey?" I watched the shocked expression on her face fade as I drew the attention back to her, then smiled and said "What about it honey don't women love a great kisser?" "Well yeah of course they do," came her response "just like men love a woman who's a great kisser." "My point exactly" I interrupted "now take my wife for instance, she's a great kisser. Her lips are so soft and warm it's like heaven, in fact I'll tell you what as a sort of bonus for being such great workers why don't I have my wife teach you guys how to kiss" The boys suddenly took on that infamous deer caught in headlights appearance, shocked, nervous, hearts pounding, while my wife seemed to clearly be contemplating what I was up to. I watched as her brow furrowed in a sort of questioning my sanity fashion, but I smiled at her and added a tiny almost imperceptible nod. Not surprisingly Tommy was the first to say something. He'd always seemed tad more worldly and open to me. "Well sir, he began I've always thought you should learn as much as possible and if you're serious then I'm game" "Ohh me too" chirped in Matt now looking at my darling. Before she could object I looked her straight in the eyes and added "Even if you don't learn a thing, at least you'll have the memory for your later years." Ok I'll admit it; it was purely a calculated statement. I figured the boys would think I was talking to them and my wife would interpret the words to mean she'd have the memory of kissing the boys and would know she had my approval to do so. This way she'd have a sensible excuse to proceed and wouldn't delve into what might happen. Having quelled any pending questions or concerns I then proceeded. "To make things fair I'll keep time; say five minutes each; is that ok honey?" A Farmer's Wife She smiled at me, and her eyes sparkled, "Yeah I suppose that's fair." With a toss of the coin it was determined Matt would go first and so with my official "Go" he started. At first his kisses were clumsy and tentative but my wife directed him and slowly they began to get better. Before they even knew it I was calling out "Time" and reluctantly Matt broke away. Now it was Tommy's turn and whether he had just paid particular attention or actually had some skills his kisses were much better. I could see the way his body pressed into my wife's chest and even detect a slight increase in both their breathing when at last I called "Time" "Very good boys" I said, "Perhaps one more round just to anchor those techniques, what do you say?" Eagerly both boys said "Yes" before my wife could even blink at my suggestion. And so Matt took up his position crushed his body against my wife's chest as he'd seen Tommy do and began kissing her even before I said "Go" Now Matt's kisses were much more passionate and with them my wife's breathing became harder. I watched as her body shifted sideways and as her delicate thighs parted ever so slightly. Yes she was swimming in a sea of desire and the waves were slowly carrying her out. When at last I called "Time" again Matt was much slower to break away. Tommy though was raring to go and as soon as Matt was free Tommy had moved in. His lips quickly covered hers not giving her even a moment's rest, and his hand now rested just below her breast. My wife shifted again and more of her thighs parted; her breathing deep and hard yet all the while she kissed with ever increasing passion. I watched mesmerized as Tommy began attacking that passion, his lips would kiss and suck upon hers and when she gasped his tongue slipped inside and teased her own. His hand shifted to touch the base of her breast but my darling quickly shifted it away. When at last I looked at my watch it had been already seven minutes. "Time" I managed to get out, but then the luck of it struck me. "I'm afraid I screwed up I said Tommy got an extra two minutes." As the mere idea of it struck home Matt began protesting, but I'd hoped for this and looked at my wife. Her eyes were in a sort of dreamy state, her nipples hard and pressing against the material of her blouse, and her breathing hard. "One more round then I declared lets say ten minutes for Matt followed by eight for Tommy to balance it out. Does that sound fair?" My wife's lips offered up a tiny "Mmm" which I took as a yes and so As Matt took up his position and I said "Go" Now with ten minutes of practice Matt was getting quite adept at drawing out my wife's passions. His tongue would tease her lips and as she parted them his own would begin sucking at the parted sections. When her breathing rose to soft gasps his tongue would mingle with hers and then he'd back away and start all over again. His hand much like Tommy's rose until it just caressed the lower swell of her breast. He never rushed it or raised the finger over the top, but still he ever so softly stroked back and forth. I saw the tiny rises as my wife's body responded and knew it was time. I waited and waited for the ten minutes to end and then when I called "Time" Matt slowly backed away. "Here Matt" I said handing him my watch "It's time for me to go to bed. You guys can keep practicing and time for each other as long as she'll let you." I saw the wide smile on his lips but already Tommy had quickly smothered my wife as I turned and left the room. Just as I was entering the darkness of the shadowed hall I heard my wife moan and look back. Her hand was drawing Tommy's away from her breast and I realized he had fully cupped her breast. Now as I kept watching Tommy's hand would constantly rise and try to swarm over the breast but each time it came close her hand rose and drew it away. "Time" Matt called out and then turned her to his own eager lips. For his own part Tommy merely set the watch aside, and watched with interest as Matt's hand rose towards that waiting breast. He was sneaky about it too, for instead of covering it his fingers rose above it and then softly descended until they contacted the nipple. Instantly Matt began pulling and twisting it and my darling began to moan. It seemed he'd surmised a weakness and was intent on taking full advantage. His lips kept her breathless, and that stimulation weakened her resolve. Just as Tommy called out "Time" his hand closed over the entire breast and softly squeezed. My wife moaned again and her thighs parted even further. Now as Tommy began kissing his fingers closed over my wife's knee. Slowly they moved higher and higher and equally slowly those thighs parted before him. My darling was succumbing and I found it erotic. When Tommy's fingers reached her shorts my wife moaned and her hips rose to maintain that contact. For a moment I watched as his fingers rubbed up and down that crotch and then proceeded ever higher. When he reached the top of her shorts his fingers deftly opened the top button, but suddenly my wife's hand pushed his away. With Tommy's hand not permitted to open my wife's shorts he went back to her breasts and squeezed one then the other through her blouse. Once again my wife moaned and squirmed under his touch and he having learnt from Matt began tugging and rolling first one then the other nipple. My wife's moans were becoming ever more frequent and then Matt called out "Time" Tommy released her and Matt quickly took over his kisses were now more urgent than before and these in turn were matched by my wife's. His hand moved to push her top up but again her's came into play and she stopped him. His fingers start glided up over her breasts rubbing the nipples as before through her blouse and Tommy began opening his own slacks pushing them down his thighs. I watched as he released his throbbing hard cock; how his eyes never left them; and how his own hand slowly began stroking. For a fraction of a second Matt looked up and then with a smooth forceful stroke his fingers found the collar of my wife's blouse and tore it open to the waist. She gasped once but then Matt's lips covered the nearest breast and she moaned again and again. His tongue swirled about the hard nipple then his teeth would capture it and pull. As my wife's head tossed back and she moaned ever louder her own hand rose to entwine in Matt's hair. His fingers though now sought out those shorts Tommy had only just touched and in a single stroke the zipper sank to its lowest position. No longer did my wife fight them for Matt's hand quickly followed the zippers path and entered the shorts. I watched as her hips rose and her thighs parted, as she moaned into the air and then gasped as his teeth scrapped along the hard nipple before releasing it. Matt's other hand waved behind my wife's back and Tommy followed its direction and came close. Raising his head to my wife's ear Matt then said "Tommy needs you." I'd have to guess his finger found her clit just then for my wife's thighs spasmed and thrust up. Again Matt repeated "Tommy needs you" and my darlings head turned to look. Instantly that hard cock was at her lips and then inside. I watched as it sank in with no resistance they'd done it. Slowly Tommy worked that hot cock in and out, and my wife's hand rose to guide it. Tommy was moaning and soft sexy mewling sounds came from her lips as well. Never once did she release him though even as I watched her hips and thighs shake from Matt's attention below. His hand was began visibly jerking inside those shorts until at last my wife pulled away to scream out "Ohhh." Her body spasmed like some epileptic seizure and then Matt's hand came free. Instantly it was on the waist of her shorts and as it pulled my wife's hips rose to aid him in drawing away that last vestige of resistance. I watched as my wife's pussy came into view. Swollen, wet with slicked thighs and a puffy clit. Her thighs quickly parted when freed and then her lips resumed sucking and licking Tommy. Even as Tommy came though Matt's head sank to taste of her, and with that first lick came a long moan and a thick stream of cum escaped her lips. Matt kept licking as she struggled to hold on to drink every last drop, but when his tongue concentrated on her clit that pulsating cock pulled free. I turned to slip away so I wouldn't be discovered figuring the boys were about done but then my wife shouted "OH FUCK YESSSSSSS." Quickly I returned to my shadowy post and saw Matt's own thick cock was pounding in and out of my wife's pussy. Tommy's lips covered hers after that first scream apparently to stifle her cries, but his hands were pulling her bared nipples. There she was riding Matt like a wild woman; thrusting hard with each of his strokes until at last he screamed out. I watched as he pulled free only to spurt line after line of cum onto her belly and chest, but even this was not the end. "Time" Tommy called out as the last spurt hit him but Matt was already moving away, and Tommy quickly replaced him. Now it was Tommy's turn to suck at that hot pussy. His face literally thrust in at her and I watched his snake like tongue disappear between the folds of her pussy. My wife was screaming out at this but Matt quickly stuffed his cock between those parted lips. The scream turned to a moan and then to muffled Mmm's, ahh's and Ohh's. Tommy's head looked up then sank again into the depths of my wife's desires. He thrust and thrust using that tiny cock like tongue to enter her sweet used pussy and each time her hips rose in response. Perhaps as a change of tactics or because he needed a breath Tommy began licking like a child tasting an ice cream at that pussy. His wide flat tongue soon found her clit and her body spasm yet again. Matt's cock visibly began to grow harder between her lips. Soon it became evident that he was thicker and longer than even I but my wife's passion was far from restrained. Once again her hand rose to grasp the shaft at her lips to guide and control it, but now I watched as her other hand played with his balls and her tongue would lick about the tip. Her eyes were wild flashing with a dark passion I'd never reached myself, and in one fell swoop Tommy rose and sank his cock inside. I saw the tension in her legs as she felt it and then with Tommy's hands affixed to her hips he began roughly slamming in and out. With all the screams my wife couldn't keep sucking so instead her hand began jerking that fat, hot cock, and Matt reached down and twisted her nipples. Never before had I imagined an orgasm so powerful for suddenly Tommy groaned and slammed home only to stay. My wife's body instantly reacted with rippled wave after wave of pleasure and then Matt's thick hot cock explode over her face and lips. At that moment I realized how I was panting for breath. My hand had been jerking off my own cock much to my surprise and I too had cum. Then as we all seemed to realize it was the end the bodies began to relax. Matt slumped to one side of my wife and Tommy to the other. I too felt exhausted and leaned back for the wall but there was a sofa table there and the resultant bump caused a noise. Instantly the two boys scattered like mice from a cat, but I remained in the dark. Slowly on unsteady limbs my wife rose, bent to pick up her shorts, and then slung them over her shoulder. I watched as she stroked a hand through her hair, licked her lips with the remnants of Matt still upon them and then headed my way. There was only just enough time for me to slip away and be in bed when she arrived. She cleaned off her face in the bathroom switched off the light and crawled in beside me. I felt the warmth of her body it was naked and I curled up close. "Honey" she whispered into the darkness. "Hmm" I answered. "I was wrong" she continued "The pleasure of the body is not boundless it merely takes two strapping young men to fill it." "Only two?" I replied as my cock sank in deep inside that sweet warm pussy. "Mmmmmm" came the answer. Mmmmmmm doesn't it just send shivers you're your spine Mmmmm ...