21 comments/ 25647 views/ 30 favorites Making Hay Ch. 01 By: OldeGold Looking back it is really hard to believe it happened. It was just an ordinary day but it turned the sex life of my wife and I absolutely upside down. Firstly, let me tell you about us. My wife is Jenny and she is 45 years old though anyone would say she looks ten years younger than that. She has short dark hair and a very shapely slim figure. Her breasts are a lovely 36C and she has long slim legs and a terrific tight arse. She is lovely - and bright, too! She is a primary school teacher and normally quite serious - too serious in fact of late and a bit dour at times unless she has had a glass or two of wine. Her job is stressful and she takes it very responsibly. We have two late teenage boys and a good life all round, I suppose. My name is Rob and I am ten years older than Jenny and maybe just beginning to feel it a bit! I try and keep fit but maybe the years are taking their toll - I work in an office - so I'm a bit thicker round the waist than I used to be and maybe the hard-on is not quite as hard as it once was. I have been very aware of that because Jenny had certainly seemed to go off sex gradually over the last few years- well, until these incidents I am about to tell you about - and I wondered if it was me she had going off. She certainly still got more than her share of admiring glances from other men though she did not seem to notice. She just seemed to have completely lost her interest in sex. Or as far as I knew, she had. We only made love about once every two months and then it seemed she was doing me a favour although once we got into it she evidently enjoyed it. Like most couples, when we first met twenty years ago our sex life was great. I was certainly not Jenny's first lover and she was excitable and willing. Of course, time changes things and we had lost that sexual edge and energy like most couples do over time. I still very much fancied Jenny - what wasn't to fancy? However, what with her job, my job and the boys there just didn't seem much time for playing. We had just moved house and had taken a rare day off together. It was early summer and we went for a walk for a couple of hours through the lovely Sussex countryside not too far away. Jenny liked to walk and it was one of the ways she had kept her lovely slim figure and youthful looks. On this warm day we had a really nice circular walk and were almost back to our car. It was great, we were both very relaxed and in good moods and getting on really well. As we walked along a very quiet back lane we came to a barn with open sides. It was almost filled with bales of cut hay in stacks and blocks. 'Oh, look,' said Jenny with a laugh, 'I had my first sex in a barn!' 'Oh, yes,' I said, vaguely remembering her telling me that years ago. Jenny was a country girl from East Anglia whereas I was a city boy from London. Much to my disappointment Jenny rarely talked about her previous sexual experiences but she had mentioned that her first time was in a barn. 'Let's go in,' she said excitedly, on a whim, grabbing my arm,' and have sex!' I almost fell over with shock! But I was not about to question her so we both hurried over to the barn, both giggling, and Jenny led the way between some bales and we found a secluded spot where there was a bale about waist high in a little space surrounded by higher stacks of bales. She laughed and pulled me towards her and we kissed with passion, her mouth open, her breathing coming in excited gasps. I fumbled at her white cotton blouse, undoing the buttons, exposing her beautiful breasts heaving in the white lace bra. She shrugged off the blouse and immediately reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, casting it aside on the bale, her lovely tits now free, the nipples already hard, I could see. I was undoing my shorts, and she reached in and grabbed my hardening cock as we kissed again. We shuffled back to the bale so it was behind her, and she was tugging on my erection. 'Ouch!' she said, jumping forward as she backed into the bale ,'I remember now had scratchy it is!'. 'Not to worry,' I laughed, 'we'll use my sweatshirt.' I reached down to the day rucksack I had shrugged off and pulled my sweatshirt out. I reached past Jenny and arranged it on the bale, she was undoing her shorts and pushing them and her white lacy knickers down and she lifted herself up so she was on the bale. Her shorts and knickers were around one ankle when I dived in, my mouth immediately going for her bush which she keeps trimmed but still thick with dark hair. Her labia lips are quite prominent and I could see she was already red and puffy there - and wet! I tongued her clit and slid two fingers roughly into her hot, wet pussy as she lay back on the bale, gasping, her legs opening wide. She was grabbing her own tits, playing with the nipples, her breaths coming quick and fast. She was incredibly aroused already. 'God,' she gasped, 'that's good, lick my clit, uh, yes!' One hand was now on my head, holding me tight against her as she humped her hairy bush into my face, her pussy wet and open. The other arm was thrown aside, her hand gripping the edge of the bale, her knuckles white. My two fingers pistoned in and out of her and she thrashed and moaned. 'Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum,' she hissed, 'uh, yes, yes, oh, now, fuck!' Her body arched and she ground my face in her crotch as I kept feathering my tongue back and forth across her straining clit. I could not remember her cumming so quick for years. She lay back, gasping, her legs apart, her dark hairy bush wet, her pussy red and dripping. The bale was just a little too high for me so I pulled her legs round and she slid off the bale as I turned her round. 'Bend over,' I grunted. She bent forward, supporting herself on her arms, sticking her lovely arse out and back, opening her legs. I reached up between her legs and found her hot hairy slit and soon fed my rock hard cock into her. I was soon gripping her by the hips and thrusting in and out, her pussy so wet she was squelching with each thrust. 'Yes, fuck me,' she hissed, her face muffled in the sweatshirt on the bale, 'harder, yes, harder, do it hard!" I did my best to comply, hammering in and out, her lovely round tits swinging underneath, her bum shuddering with each thrust, her lovely long legs braced with her khaki shorts and white lacy knickers round one ankle. It was not going to take me long at all, it was all so erotic., so sudden and hot - and so unlike our normal almost non-existent sex life! I was soon gasping out that I was going to cum and Jenny spurred me on. 'Yes, do it, cum in me, cum in me now, fuck me hard!' she shouted at me. I spurted in to her, each thrust another jet of cum and then fell back, my cock slipping out of her, gasping for breath. Jenny was breathless too, slowly turning round, leaning back against the bale behind her, her body shuddering. I was speechless, my wet cock slowly declining, leaning back against a high stack of bales towering over me, trying to catch my breath. Suddenly a voice cut through the air. 'Well, if you're going to fuck in my barn, you can at least let me look!' We both turned. There, framed in the passageway between the bales that we had squeezed through was a big ruddy faced guy with tousled dark hair, a little grey at the sides, a white shirt rolled back on his broad tanned forearms, and dark jeans and boots. He was about forty five, big and bluff with a twinkle in his blue eyes that crinkled his sun-tanned face as he leant against the bales, looking Jenny up and down. 'Oh!' Jenny tried to reach down to her knickers and shorts, and cover her bouncing breasts with their flushed dark, hard nipples and also cover her dark hairy bush between her now closed legs as well and ended up doing none of it very well. But then the man had stepped forward across the small space and was right in front of her, his hands gently on her bare shoulders. I was still stunned, frozen, as he turned and looked at me over his shoulder. 'Now, hubby, you wont mind me having a bit of a look seeing as you have trespassed in my barn?' He was grinning widely, then looking back at Jenny as she looked up at his cheery face now looming over her. "you don't mind, my beauty, do you? Give John a little look? I heard you enjoying yourselves. Did he fuck you hard like you asked him?' I was just about to finally speak up and protest, and step forward but then something happened that changed the whole feeling. Jenny was still looking up at him, deep into his eyes as he spoke, and she smiled a little, moving her arms behind her, leaning back on the bale, her body open to the gaze of this stranger now. He could now easily see her lovely flushed breasts and her shapely waist and long legs with the dark bush between. 'Yes,' she murmured, looking briefly at me then back to this John,' he did fuck me hard - but not for long enough.' John leant forward, still holding her shoulders and kissed her gently on the mouth and she responded. Time seemed to stand still. 'What's your name, my beauty?' he whispered. 'Jenny,' she said, then put her arms round his neck and kissed him harder, then broke the kiss,' and he's Rob.' "Hi Rob,' said John, not even looking over at me. 'You don't mind if I finish off what you started? Seems our Jenny here wants some more.' They both then looked round at me. I did not know what was happening. I was in a daze. But I did know my cock was getting hard and pointing up at them and I had taken it in my hand without thinking. Jenny noticed it too and giggled. 'I think that's a yes" she said, nodding at my growing erection as I leant there still against the bales, shorts round my knees and John laughed too. They kissed again, and John's big rough hands reached up and kneaded Jenny's firm tits, he caught her nipples between his fingers and thumbs as they kissed passionately, mouths writhing against each other's, and Jenny gasped out loud as he squeezed and pinched her roughly. Then his hands were on her waist and he lifted her effortlessly up on the bale which I could not help noticing was going to be just the right height for him. They looked deep into each other's eyes and Jenny was smiling, a lustful look on her face I had not seen for a very long time - if ever. John unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, pushing his boxers down too. His big, knarled rod of a cock sprang free. It was huge, at least nine inches and thick. Jenny gasped out loud. 'My God!' she said, laughing, 'look at the size of that!' She reached out for it and her slim white hand could barely reach around it. Then John was pushing her back, her legs opened wide, and he was right between them, reaching for his cock. His body blocked my view a bit, but I presumed he was guiding his big cock into the wet hot pussy of my wife who lay before him, legs spread wide, tits heaving, her eyes shiny and bright, my cum still on her thighs and bush. I could see his large backside move forward as he thrust into Jenny steadily. 'Oh fuck,' said Jenny, groaning,' that is so big!" as her knees lifted. But her arms were around him, her hands splayed on his big back, she reached for his arse and pulled him further towards her, deep into her. He must have been completely in by now. He began moving in and out, Jenny's head fell to the side, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a perfect 'O'.. I was now wanking steadily, transfixed by the charged erotic scene before me of my wife with her legs wrapped round a stranger getting royally fucked - and loving it. It crossed my mind briefly that it was unusual for me to get hard so quick after cumming these days but then everything was unusual right then. 'Oh yes,' Jenny gasped, 'that is so good, so fucking good..' I could not believe my serious primary school teacher wife, for so long not interested in sex, almost frigid, was here now, lying back on some bales of hay in a country barn, her legs wide apart while a big brawny farmer fucked her senseless with his big pole of a cock, and talking so dirty too. He was really pounding her now, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the dusty barn. 'Oh, yes, Jenny..uh, so wet,' said John, 'such a wet hot married pussy, haven't we? And it feels so good...uh, yes..you love it, don't you? God, you've needed this, haven't you?' Jenny had her eyes open now, looking up at him as he ploughed into her, her body heaving, her tits wobbling with hard nipples, her face contorted with pleasure and lust. She had one hand flat on his chest in front of her and another hooked round his neck pulling him in. Braced like this she was humping her soaking pussy against every one of his thrusts, her legs round his waist. 'Yes,' she gasped, louder now,' yes, I've needed this...oh...yes...a proper fucking...with a big cock...uh, yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming, John. Fuck me hard, don't stop, yes, I'm cumming...yes, oh yes. YESSSSSSSS!' She told me later that in fact she had first cum as soon as he had entered her with that big hard knarled cock but this second one - her third of the afternoon - was a shattering one, her body convulsing but he just kept on hammering. I was suddenly cumming too, it was all too erotic, my cock spurting cum across the dusty barn floor in front of me. John was clearly there too now. 'Oh, yes, Jenny...I'm going to spunk in that lovely hairy fanny...oh yes, here it comes...yes, yes, oh, fuck!' He then thrust three times more slowly, then froze buried deep inside my wife, balls deep, no doubt emptying those big balls into my wife. Then he slumped forward over her and she had her arms round him as they gasped and moaned, her face at his meaty shoulder red and flushed. Just then in the distance a dog started barking. John's head suddenly lifted at the sound. 'Oh, shit, that will be my wife come back. I'd better go!" He backed off and I saw Jenny's wide open, soaking wet bush, her gaping pussy now oozing white cum as she stood unsteadily, wet cum smeared on her quivering thighs too. We all quickly started readjusted clothing. Then John stepped up to Jenny and kissed her quickly, tenderly, on the lips and then stepped back. "Sorry, Jenny, I have to go!' he laughed. 'It's OK,' she murmured, smiling shyly at him now, 'that was lovely.' 'It was!' he said and turned to me with a grin holding out his big paw which bizarrely I shook then he was gone. Jenny and I quickly got our stuff together and finished dressing without speaking. I found some tissues in my rucksack and handed them to her. She took them. 'Thanks,' she whispered, wiping thoroughly between her legs, then pulling up her lacy white knickers and positioning them on her still wet dark bush and doing up her shorts, then she put on her bra and buttoned her blouse. 'Though I think I'm going to leak quite a bit what with you and him. He came loads'. We sneaked out of the barn and walked quickly, almost running down the lane without looking back then stopped for breath. Jenny stepped up to me and kissed me. I put my arms round her and we hugged. 'Thanks for that,' she said in my ear. 'What for?' I pulled back and looked at her. She smiled a little sheepishly. 'Well,' she said, 'you were great about it. Who would've believed that would happen? But you were great. It was an adventure and you went with it. Thank you.' She kissed me again. 'Are you OK?" My head was in a whirl. 'Yes, I'm OK,' I said, shaking my head,' I don't quite know what I think about it. It happened all too fast. But it was very horny!' We both laughed and walked off arm in arm. Our sex life took on a whole new phase. We had sex again that very night after we'd showered and we talked excitedly about what happened as we made love, both re-living the event. Jenny was riding me, her lovely tits bouncing as she lifted herself up and down steadily on my hard-again cock. 'I'm not as big as him,' I gasped. 'No, he was huge! Oh, this is good though, uh, yes.' 'Is it better when it's big?' 'Uh..yes, sorry, but yes, it is...oh...it is better but this if good too. When it's that big you feel it more. God, yes, it was really big...oh yes, I'm cumming.' She was grinding her clit against me now then shuddering in her climax. Once she calmed down a bit she slid off me leaving my cock wet and hard. She recovered her breath a bit more, then slid her thigh across mine, cuddling close. I could feel her wet bush at the top of her legs pressed against my hip. She reached out and took my straining cock in her hand. It was still slick with her juices as she began moving her hand up and down, gripping me firmly. She whispered in my ear. 'This is a real turn-on for you, isn't it? You pervert.' She giggled. 'And for you!' 'Yes, it is. God it is. I never would have thought..' 'So, have you ever had a cock as big as John's?' 'Well,' she said thoughtfully,'no, not quite.' 'Who else was big?' 'Oh, a few but my last boyfriend before you was almost as big as John, maybe even thicker but not as long. He was a soldier and I remember if we had been out and he'd stayed over at the flat, he would usually want to fuck me again in the hallway before I gave him a lift back in the morning.' 'Oh..yes..don't stop...in the hallway? Standing up?' 'Yes, I loved that, its my favourite position probably. You have to be young and strong though and energetic - and he was. I would always come quick because of the angle. But I mostly remember always then having knickers full of his spunk when I dropped him off.' That was enough for me. I came in spurts, all over my stomach. Not only were we having sex, which was incredible, but Jenny was talking about sex. I could not ever remember this happening before. I had a lot to be grateful to Farmer John for! It certainly sparked us up. Just a once in a lifetime thing, we said. Well, that's what we thought. Except it didn't turn out that way. Making Hay Ch. 02 It was about three weeks after the first incident with 'Farmer John', as Jenny and I jokingly referred to him, that we were out having dinner at a lovely country pub. As we had only moved quite recently to the area, we were still discovering new places and this pub had a reputation for its excellent restaurant and was not far away at all - about a five minute drive. It was a classy, old fashioned rambling place and we were enjoying the food that was living up to its reputation although the restaurant was almost empty. It was actually quite close to the barn where we had enjoyed our first wild experience, too, a few weeks before. We had more or less finished the meal and Jenny looked at me across the table in the subtle lighting. She looked lovely in a light red patterned summer dress that was gathered under her beautiful bust and then flowed down to finish well above her tanned knees. The top was cut quite low and the pretty pink lacy bra that you could just get a glimpse of held up her shapely breasts so the swell of the cleavage was impressive - and arousing. Jenny was well into the wine as usual by that point but I was driving so had the short straw of soft drinks all night. I was however looking forward to a glass or two when we got home and in fact looking forward to quite a bit more than that, too. Our sex life had really been boosted by the barn adventure and although it was calming down again it was still way better than it had been for many years. It seemed my lovely but very reserved teacher wife had really rediscovered the joys of sex and had suddenly blossomed. It was having a really positive effect on our relationship overall which I just could not have imagined it would have. The benefits and closeness far outweighed the odd twinge of jealousy or doubt that I felt in quieter reflective moments. I had thought Jenny had completely lost any interest in sex but whether that was true or not then it had now changed. And what is more, Jenny had begun to talk about her sex life before we met - which she had hardly ever mentioned at all, let alone enjoyed doing so as seemed to be the case now, telling me all the details. I was getting a picture of a completely different side to my wife, to be honest which I had not realised existed or had been hidden away. It did make me wonder about these last twenty years - well, certainly the last ten, let's say, when she had not seemed at all interested in sex. Was that only in relation to me? Had this hot wife always been there under the surface? I didn't know but given we were talking about sex so much more openly now I had resolved to try and find out. 'I need to go to the loo,' said Jenny. 'I think they're through the bar', I said pointing behind her. She got up and walked through the archway to the bar area which was busier, her heels giving her a lovely sexy sway as her light summer dress fluttered around her slim shapely frame, and I realised that with the light behind it from the bar, you could easily make out her lacy bra and small sexy pink knickers when the angle was right. As she got to the entrance to the bar she hesitated, no doubt looking round for the loos, then someone sitting at the bar, just inside the archway from the restaurant, obviously spoke to her because she turned, looking surprised then delighted. A brawny arm came round her waist and she leant forward out of sight briefly presumably to kiss the person hello. I wondered who this could be as we did not know many locals yet. Jenny stood up straight again, looking a little flushed and the tanned brawny arm stayed round her waist. She was chatting away and then pointed back at me. A big tousled black-haired head looked round the archway, no doubt from a stool at the bar. It was John! My heart began hammering. Should I go and speak to him? They were chatting away then and as Jenny turned to go on to the loos his arm slipped down from her waist and his big hand settle on the left cheek of her curvy arse and clearly squeezed it. As she walked away she looked back over her shoulder at John and gave a little wry smile. I was still uncertain what to do so ended up doing nothing. I just sat and dithered in uncertainty. Then Jenny was coming back, smiling at John and I saw him reach out and hold her arm, pulling her gently towards him and he whispered something in her ear. She laughed aloud then obviously asked him something and then blushed a bit more at his reply. She came back to the table. She sat down, flushed, with shining excited eyes. She leant forward over the table and I leant towards her. 'You saw John is here?' She spoke quietly, urgently. 'Yes, what did he say?' 'Not much when I was going through, he is sat at the bar with two other guys. But when I came back he whispered so they couldn't hear.' 'What? What did he say?' Jenny took a big gulp of her white wine and leant forward again, her lovely swelling breasts heaving in the low cut dress where I could now plainly see the pretty pink lace of her bra. 'He said he wanted me again, soon. So I said 'when do you mean?' So he said 'in five minutes, I'll come through, we'll go outside.' 'What?' 'Yes, he wants me to go outside with him in five minutes!' 'My God,' I muttered looking up at the bar but he was out of sight again behind the arch. 'what do you want to do?' Jenny looked aside, sipped her wine again, then leant forward. 'I want to do it ,' she said simply. 'You know he'll want to fuck you?' 'Yes,' she said looking closely at me, excited, 'is that alright with you?' 'I don't know,' I said despairing. 'Look, it worked out great last time, didn't it? Great for us, I mean. But I won't do anything if you don't want me to.'' 'But you want to?' 'Yes, yes, I do.' Then she was looking up behind her over her shoulder and I saw the big burly frame of Farmer John approaching. He was wearing a smart dark green Lacoste polo shirt and beige chinos. He looked big, healthy and prosperous. 'Hello Rob,' he said with a big grin, holding out his hand which I shook. He put one hand on Jenny's shoulder and leant in to our table so only we could hear. 'I want to borrow your lovely wife again,' he said conspiratorially,' just for ten minutes. Is that OK?' 'It's OK with me, John, if It's OK with Jenny,' I heard myself say not having time to think just speaking out the first words that came to mind. Jenny was already getting up as John held her arm so that seemed to answer that. 'Just ten minutes,' she murmured and then they walked out the back door together leaving me alone at the table. My mouth was dry. I finished my orange juice and soda. The young, dark-haired waitress appeared. 'Anything else, sir?' she said brightly, clearing the last few dishes from the table. 'Ah no, no,' I stammered, distracted.' The bill, please. We'll be ready to go when my wife..ah, when she gets back.' 'OK, sir,' she bustled off. I looked over at the back door not knowing what to think. The minutes dragged on and on, the time just seems frozen, those ten minutes just went on forever. The waitress came back with the bill and I paid, making small talk while a voice screamed in my head 'Jenny is probably getting fucked out there right now!' I half expected to be able to hear them and kept straining my ears for the tell-tale sounds even though I knew they would be out of earshot. Still, I waited and waited, it seemed hours but it was actually only ten minutes in reality. I was just about to give in and go outside and try and find them when the door opened and Jenny came back in alone. She was flushed and a bit dishevelled, her dress wrinkled and looked like it had been scrunched up. She was looking at me, biting her lip nervously. Fortunately the restaurant was almost empty and those diners who were there were over the other side and not paying any attention to us at all. I stood up as she approached. 'Have you paid?' She asked. 'Yes,'I said. 'Good, let's go,' she said and turned and walked out. I followed. We went through to the darkness of the outside, where the path through various outbuildings was well lit leading to the garden in one direction and the car park in the other. I caught up and we walked together towards the car. 'Where's John?' I asked. 'Oh, he went round the front to go back in to the bar.' We got to the car. I unlocked as we approached the car and then I looked across at her as I caught hold of her arm. 'You OK? What happened?' I hissed. 'Yes, fine, I'll tell you all about it but let's go.' She smiled at me reassuringly and even winked as she walked around to the passenger door. We got in the car. I began to drive us out, hardly able to concentrate. Fortunately the car park was almost empty and the lane outside very quiet. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she buckled her seat belt in the semi-darkness. 'God,' she said,' this dress is going to be so wet. I hope it doesn't get on your seats.' 'What?' I asked stupidly. 'John's cum,' she said laughing now,' what do you think?' 'Wow! So he did fuck you?' 'My God, did he! I will tell you every detail, don't worry, I know you'll like that but let's get home!' I drove back as quickly as I safely could. It only took five minutes. The boys were watching TV in one of their rooms so we had privacy and space. 'You get us a drink,' whispered Jenny in the kitchen,' and I'll go upstairs and get out of this dress and have a shower.' 'No!,' I almost shouted then quietened my voice again,' don't have a shower yet.' Jenny looked at me quizzically then smiled and snuggled up close to me, whispering in my ear as I wrapped my arms round her. She thrust her crotch up at me. 'You are definitely a pervert. OK, no shower yet, but let me get this dress off and I'll show you what he did to me and tell you about the whole thing.' Then she was gone up the stairs. I quickly got two glasses of wine and followed up the stairs. I went into our bedroom, Jenny was in the en-suite, sponging off the dress. She hung it over the bath as I got undressed and into bed. She walked into the bedroom wearing just her lacy pink bra and her heels. She looked fantastic. 'Where are your knickers?' I asked, 'Or have you washed them too?' 'John kept them,' she giggled. 'He wiped his cock on them afterwards and then wiped me and said he would keep them as a souvenir. A very messy souvenir, I would think.' She slid off her heels then stood and released her bra and threw it in a chair. Her breasts bounced beautifully as got into bed beside me. I pushed the duvet off us and looked at her lovely body in the muted light from the bedside lamp. She reached out for my hand and lay back. She then directed my hand straight between her legs, slowly opening them wide. She rubbed my hand on her dark trimmed bush. It was soaking wet and in the light from the bedside lamp I could see her thighs were shiny wet too. I leant over and could see her red, swollen, gaping pussy absolutely soaked, the prominent lips puffy, with white cum oozing out on her trimmed dark bush and all over her thighs. She rolled on to her side facing me and smiled at me, almost purring like a contented cat. She reached for my rock hard cock and began to stoke. I lay back. 'Is it OK if I make you come like this?' She whispered to me as we lay close together, me playing with her wet swollen pussy between her wet sticky thighs, her firmly wanking me. 'I'm just a bit sore,' she said. 'Yes, sure,' I gasped,' come on then, tell me everything, every detail.' She laughed and kissed me. 'Well,' she said quietly, 'we went outside, I was really excited, already really wet to be honest. I could feel my little knickers were already wet. He guided me round the back of one of the buildings by the garden, looking for somewhere we could be out of sight I guess. There was just like a little alcove tucked away where two buildings met and he said 'here, this will do.' He pushed me up against the wall in the dark space and was immediately kissing me really strongly. He had his right hand on my tits, squeezing, just that hand. The other was already pulling up my dress.' 'He said, 'take your knickers off, my lovely,' I thought that was so sweet!' She giggled as she pumped me steadily. 'So I did and just dropped them beside us on this, like, window ledge. Then he was kissing me again and he had his trousers down and his boxers and I could feel that big hard cock pushing against me. I helped him lift my dress out of the way, up round my waist and he quickly fingered my pussy. I was absolutely soaking. He liked that. 'I love a nice wet hairy pussy,' he said in my ear. Then he was lifting me up. He is so strong, he just lifted me with his hands under my thighs and then sort of thrust forward and his prick just hit the spot. I wriggled a bit and he slid right up me, it took my breath away and I came hard straight away and had to try and not shout out too loud. I told him I was cumming. I sort of shouted out 'John, I'm cumming, don't stop!' No chance of that. He fucked me up against the wall, banging me against the rough brick, his big cock was throbbing inside me, my legs up round his waist, my arms round his neck hanging on. God, it was hot!' 'Did you come again?' I managed to ask. 'Yes, amazingly twice altogether, in about five minutes. First, like I say, as soon as he shoved his cock in me - like last time - then again when he said he was going to come, the angle was just so great, all my weight seemed to be grinding my clit onto his cock.' I groaned and felt my own spunk rising, 'Ooh, Jenny,' I gasped, 'I'm going to come, don't stop, oh, tell me...' 'So he came too with big hard thrusts. I could feel his cum running down my thighs straight away and it was all over my pussy hair. There was loads of it again, like last time. He must be saving it up! Then he pulled out and we both just lay back against the wall, catching our breath.' I came in a spray over my stomach. Jenny giggled and reached to a get a tissue for me. Jenny continued whispering in my ear. 'He grabbed hold of my knickers from the ledge and wiped his cock. I could see him in the lights from the garden path. Then he leant in and gently wiped my pussy with the wet knickers and kissed me. I was still gasping for breath but that was a really nice touch.' 'Was that it?' 'Well, he passed me a paper napkin from his pocket and said he'd already written his mobile number on it. I've got it in my handbag. He said he wants me to call him and we can get together again.' 'Do you want to?' I leant up on my elbow, looking down at Jenny looking alive and beautiful even with her matted bush and smears of cum on her stomach and thighs as I wiped my stomach with the tissue she had handed me. 'I don't know,' she said,' I haven't even caught my breath from that one yet. Sex with him is just something really different.' 'How do you mean' 'Well, not just the obvious physical difference, someone else, such a big cock too as I've said but the whole thing is just so dirty, so exciting, so different. I don't know, it's very good, I must say. He makes me come really hard and so quickly.' 'Yes,' I agreed,' I can see that. As long as it helps us get closer together rather than drive us apart.' 'Yes,' she said with conviction and reached up and pulled my face to hers and kissed me. 'It really does seem to work that way, doesn't it?' 'Yes, it does,' I said and kissed her again. 'It's like I can compartmentalize.' 'What do you mean?' I asked. 'Well, it's like my normal life, at work, with you, the kids and that. Well that is something completely separate from what I do with John or what we then do. I can almost be someone else, John's slut, as he called me. And it's OK because you are involved in it all so I don't feel any guilt. I can just enjoy it.' 'And you do.' 'Yes, Rob,' Jenny smiled, 'let's be honest, we both do. I'm not sure how much longer I would want it to go on or anything and, look, I don't have any love feeling for him of course. I love you more than ever, to be honest. It just allows me to enjoy things I otherwise don't. Even his cum on my thighs or him fucking me just after you did in the barn. I can just somehow enjoy it all without guilt and I never would have thought I would.' 'It does seem to work,' I said. 'For both of us. I love hearing you talk in detail about what has happened - otherwise I would feel excluded and that would be bad.' 'So,' she said with a little smile,' maybe I will give him a call - when my pussy has recovered!' I laughed, 'Is it sore then?' I was still stroking her gently. 'A bit,' she said, 'standing up was great but he really hammered me, really pounded his cock into me and ground me against the wall. Good job I was so wet.' 'So you've always liked that position?' 'Yes,' she said, 'Ive told you about Jimmy, my boyfriend before you, the soldier, he loved to do that, usually in the hallway of my flat.' 'Embarrassing if your flat mate was there.' 'Lucy? Oh yes, she often was. We used to laugh about it. She could hear really easy from her bedroom. But then I used to hear her and her boyfriends having sex, too, so fair's fair.' 'Was that good?' 'Yes, if I was in bed on my own then I would get so horny listening to them banging the headboard and moaning or whatever.' 'Did you play with yourself at those times?' 'Yes, of course, many times I frigged myself silly listening to Lucy having noisy sex. She said she did the same to me and Jimmy.' 'You were so randy and you are again now. What happened in between?' 'Oh, I don't know, Rob' she sighed, 'it's just normal for the lust to burn out a bit between a couple, we all get older, I suppose, what with the boys and so on. It's not unusual, is it?' 'No, I know. But it just seems...well, did you not still get horny?' 'Yes, from time to time. I would occasionally see to myself just like I know you did!' She poked me playfully in the ribs and we both laughed. 'Yes, I did,' I admitted, 'a lot. But you didn't seem interested at all.' 'No, well, I had my moments but generally I know what you mean. It was just nothing sparked me with you to be honest, we just got so used to each other and so busy with everything else.' 'I understand,' I said thoughtfully, 'but you said 'with you' and that you 'had your moments'. Do you mean with other people?' 'No!' Jenny lifted her head to look at me, 'no...I have never been unfaithful...no, well, no.' 'You don't seem sure?' She laughed, 'I am, no, well not really. It was nothing, nothing to get upset over.' 'I won't but you have to explain now!' 'OK, if you insist' Jenny lay on her back and looked up at me as I sat up on my elbow leaning over her. 'Now, it's nothing major at all. I have never ever had sex with anyone else since we've been married. Not full sex.' 'Okay,' I said slowly, 'go on.' 'Well, look, I'm only telling you this because you asked and everything is out in the open now and we are so close again and I want no secrets. And it's really not a big deal. It wasn't full at all. And it was only once.' 'What was?' I was still outwardly calm, but my heart rate had definitely gone up. What was this going to be about? 'Not full sex'? Well that still left a lot of room for manoeuvre. 'Ok, well, it was years ago, ten at least, when we lived in Bedford. So, the boys were young, Josh had just started primary school I think. You were often working away, you remember?' 'Yes, at GH Holdings, yeah, I travelled a lot then, didn't I? Money was good though.' 'Well, I did get lonely and I did feel a bit neglected. So, anyway, I was at a party. It was that couple Louise and Bill, you remember?' 'Yes, sure, nice people. Not him surely?' 'Who? Bill? No, don't be silly. Wait, be patient. Let me tell it right. Anyway at this party in their lovely old house.' Making Hay Ch. 02 'Yes, I remember that, lovely rambling place just round the corner from us, by the wood.' 'Right, well, it was a Saturday night, you were away somewhere and I wasn't going to go but Louise persuaded me and I thought what the hell, I was really fed up anyway, I'd had shitty week at school, so I got a babysitter. It was the first time I'd been out in ages and ages. I can't ever remember going out on my own at all any other time pretty much. Anyway, I went. It was a good party, loads of people, loads of drink and I had walked there so that was OK. And there was even some dancing once people started getting pissed. So, Louise introduced me to her brother, called Jack, who was visiting from America where he worked in tree conservation or something. He was staying with them a couple of days or something.' 'Right.' 'Well, I have to say he was rather gorgeous. About five years younger than me, about thirty or late twenties I would say. Tall, dark hair but with these highlights from the sun and very tanned and fit. He latched on to me. We were probably the only people there not in a couple. So, we danced and drank and he was flirting, well I was too I guess. I was wearing jeans and a short tight top, as I recall. Anyway, we had a few dances and then a slow one, he was holding me close, and I remember he smelt lovely. He then suddenly slid his hands down to my bum and pulled me in close and kissed me on the mouth. I was shocked, well, a bit anyway though we were both fairly drunk by then. Then he moved his hands back and it seemed no-one had noticed. It was pretty dark in the lounge where we were all dancing. I got flustered though because of the kiss and also because when he pulled me close I had definitely felt a good long erection in his jeans pressing in to me.' I was transfixed by Jenny's whispered story-telling but I realised a part of me was responding in its own way. Jenny did too, she reached out with a smile for my hardening cock and began to stroke it. 'I'm glad you're not upset, it's really nothing to get upset about as you will see. It's nice you're turned on too, you perv! You never get so hard so quickly after cumming! So, anyway, back to the story, I got all flustered and said I had to go, babysitter and so on. I broke away and scuttled off upstairs looking for the room with the coats. It was winter and very cold, I remember. All the coats were in a spare room upstairs. I could hear someone on the stairs behind me. I went into the room and it was Jack who followed me in. I turned round and said 'look, Jack, this has been really nice, to meet you, and I've enjoyed it but I'm married and I don't cheat on my husband.' He held his hands up and said he was sorry, he'd just got carried away, didn't mean to upset me. He said he just found me so sexy, so attractive that he couldn't help himself and got carried away. I was flattered of course, here was this hunky young man attracted to me, little housewife me, and I hadn't felt attractive for so long. So, he stepped up to me, and held my shoulders. He said 'I'm sorry, just one goodnight kiss then.' I said ok, and literally felt a bit weak in my knees as he kissed me full on the lips. He was a great kisser, I felt myself melting. He carried on kissing me and I was kissing him back, a lot!' 'Were you wet by then?' I gasped out. 'Yes, definitely, then somehow he had his hand under my little top, rubbing his thumb over my nipples through my bra. They were really hard. I was so turned on. Again I could feel this lovely rock hard cock under his jeans. Then he had my jeans open, he just unsnapped the button and pushed them open, and his hand was forcing itself down inside? He drove his hand down into my very wet knickers and had a finger up me in no time. I was barely able to stand at that point. He knew what he was doing, I will say that, he had a big strong finger up me and his thumb on my clit. I was gushing by now and breathing very heavy, he was still kissing me then all of a sudden I knew I was going to cum. I remember saying 'Oh, no, I'm going to cum,' but then I did say 'don't stop, Jack, please don't stop.' And I came on his hand and literally my knees gave way and I sort of fell on the bed on all the coats. 'He stood over me and unbuttoned his jeans and this lovely long cock sprang out. But I was determined. 'I can't,' I said, 'We are not going to fuck.' He groaned and said 'Oh, Jenny, look how I am. Please, help me out here, you had yours.' But I really was determined I was not going to do that. But I know I probably had to get him off. So, as he stood in front of me, I took hold of this lovely cock and held it at the base and kissed it, I licked it, all round the head and then took him in my mouth and began to suck him off, working him with my hand too.' 'What?' I said, 'you never want to do that to me.' 'Well, I always associated it with him after that, to be honest, and felt so guilty. Anyway, I had my mouth going up and down on him, but I didn't have to do it long. I kept thinking someone else would be coming up for their coast at any time. He then had hold of my head, his hands in my hair, gripping me gently but firmly, urging me up and down on his cock. Then I felt him stiffen up and I knew what was going to happen. He came in my mouth.' 'Oh, God, Jenny' I stuttered as my own cock spewed out cum, she kept on going till I had finished, it was all over her tits and stomach. 'So,' she said, 'that was it. I swallowed it all down and then we got ourselves sorted and he showed me to the door. Outside we kissed again and then I walked home and he went back inside. That was that.' 'I should be upset,' I said, 'but it's hard to say that when you've just made me cum like that! And that was it? Nothing else happened? Not any other time either?' 'No,' Jenny said firmly, 'never, not even close, well, until a couple of weeks ago of course when we met John in the barn. I swear. You do believe me, Rob?' 'Yes, I do,' I said. Jenny was wiping herself down with tissues now. 'Good,' she said,' there it's all out now. It's a relief, to be honest. I have felt guilty about that for ten years or so. What about you? Any confessions to make?' 'No, never had the chance!' We both laughed. 'So, okay,' I went on, 'what about John? What are we going to do? Do you want to meet up with him again? Are you going to call him?' We were cuddled up close now, and I had turned the bedside light off. Jenny kissed me, 'oh, I think so,' she murmured huskily, 'don't you?' Making Hay Ch. 03 It was in the summer holidays and Jenny was at home from teaching school. It was about a week after the escapade at the pub. When I got back from work on this particular day she grabbed me and pulled me to the side in the kitchen. 'He's texted me back, he wants us to go out.' I knew she meant John - or Farmer John as we called him- who she had now had two sexual encounters with. Last time he'd given her his mobile phone number. We had debated whether to contact him. Our sex life had been renewed again by the encounters, no doubt about that especially as Jenny was on school holidays now and much less stressed from her teaching job. We had discussed it one night when our two teenage boys were out and we took the opportunity to rush upstairs like excited teenagers, ever ready and ever randy. I still sometimes had to pinch myself to think off the dramatic change in mine and Jenny's relationship that these two random encounters with John had caused. Jenny had rediscovered sex, and talking to me about it, that was for sure, and I was loving it. She was on her knees bent over on the edge of the bed, her face down on a pillow and her lovely curvy arse up in the air. I was standing behind her, ramming my cock into her very wet pussy.. This doggy style position was certainly my own favourite and I would have thought it was Jenny's too until she mentioned just the week before after the pub encounter that standing up sex was her own preference. Anyway. I was gripping her hips and banging hard. 'Yes, Rob,' Jenny gasped out,' yes, do me hard, fuck me hard. Harder!' I responded by slamming into her as much as I could, and started to slap her arse with each thrust, she groaned out loud. 'God, yes, I love that. Spank me, Rob, hard. Smack your naughty wife!' This was all so different from the very rare conventional quick' missionary style and that was it' sex we had had before for years - when we had any sex at all. Jenny never used to speak at all then during those brief and rare sessions but now she was always telling me what she felt and what she liked. 'Do you want Farmer John to fuck you again?' I managed to ask between thrusts and slaps. 'Uh...yes...uh...I do, yes, Rob, I want him to fuck me...oh...oh' 'So are you...going to..call him?' 'Yes...yes...oh shit, I'm cumming, baby!' She was shuddering and I could feel her wet pussy contracting in spasm. It tipped me over the edge too and I came gloriously. We collapsed together in a heap on the bed. 'So,' I said at last,'you want to call him?' 'Yes, I think so. If that's Ok? Maybe I'll text him.' 'Ok.' So later that evening Jenny texted big John after much discussion between us about what to say. 'Hi, this is Jenny, this is my number x' It was the next day that I returned from work to hear her excitedly tell me that John had been back in touch. 'What did he say?' I asked. 'Look - I replied too' Jenny gave me her phone. I followed the text conversation. 'Hello! Didn't think you were going to contact' he had texted. 'Well I have!' Jenny had replied. 'Let's go out for a drink one night?' 'OK. Is a drink all you have in mind?' Jenny was peering over my shoulder as I worked through the texts. 'Bit forward?' I smiled. 'Well, a girl's gotta try send make an effort too,' she giggled. I looked back at John's text reply: 'Course not. You know I will fuck you' 'Yes, I do hope so!' 'You slut Jenny!' 'Only with you' 'Great. When?' 'How about Thursday evening?' 'OK, where?' 'Pick me up at our house at 8?' 'Address?' 'Hillside Cottage, Bennett's Lane, Copley.' 'No problem. One thing though.' 'What?' 'No knickers' 'OK, could get messy tho.' 'Well I will pump you full of cum again.' 'I expect you will.' 'Thursday at 8, can't wait, getting hard already' ' I will have to check with Rob but I'm sure it will be fine' 'Yes, he seems to like us doing it too' 'Yes, he should, he's getting more sex than he's had in years!' 'Ha!' That was it. Jenny was almost trembling with excitement. I passed her phone back. 'Is it OK?' She asked anxiously. 'Yes, sure, we discussed it.' 'Great,' she leaned up and kissed me briefly. 'One thing,' I said. She laughed - 'you want me to tell you every detail when I get back? You old perv. Of course, that's almost as much fun as the fucking with John!' 'No, not that - I mean, yes, of course that, that's the deal - but no, as well as that, will you be able to text me during the evening?' 'I can try,' she said, kissing me again,'could be tricky but I will try.' So that was it. It was all set up for my teacher wife of twenty years, Jenny, to go out for a date with another man. What's more that man was John, the farmer, who we knew would want to get his big cock into Jenny's hot married pussy as soon as he could. Later that night when Jenny and I were in bed she raised the subject again. It was Wednesday and her date with John was the following evening. 'I don't know what I'll wear tomorrow night?' 'Well, something summery, I suppose, it's quite warm.' 'Yes, but,' she moved closer and slid a thigh across me,' I have to think about the practicalities.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, think about it, he will want to fuck me, we know that, so I don't think we will be going to a hotel or anything.' 'No, maybe it's back to the barn?' 'Maybe,' Jenny laughed at this,'I wouldn't mind that but it's a bit close to his house, isn't it? No, I reckon he will want to do me in his car somewhere after we have had a drink.' 'Yeah,' I said, 'you could well be right. So you're thinking about what to wear for possible car sex?' 'Exactly, well, I wouldn't be wearing trousers anyway because of the no knickers.' 'I don't follow,' I said, puzzled. 'Rob, don't be dim! If he doesn't want me to wear knickers he will want to look and that means a dress or skirt. Well, that would be better for the car anyway.' 'Maybe you should do the whole thing and wear, like, a basque and suspenders?' 'You wish! Well, I probably would if I had anything like that. But I haven't, though I will get some sexy lingerie for you sweetie if you want me to. It would be a bit over the top for a first date.' She leaned over and kissed me, not mentioning that whilst it may be formally a first date, John had already fucked her thoroughly twice, then she carried on 'So not for tomorrow night. I will have a bikini wax tomorrow, though.' 'What? All off?' 'No, I think you both like the hairy bush look, don't you? That's been made clear! No just a tidy up round the edges. I needed to for the holiday next week anyway.' That weekend we were off to Turkey for two weeks with the boys for our summer family holiday. 'Maybe hold-ups' Jenny said thoughtfully. 'What, like thigh-highs?' 'Yes, I could easily get some tomorrow when I'm in town for my waxing. Oh, I should maybe get some condoms too.' 'Really?' I was surprised. I had had a vasectomy years ago so birth control never really was an issue of late, particularly when sex had been so rare. 'You think you could get pregnant?' I was a bit alarmed. 'No,' said Jenny, 'I don't honestly think so. But I think my period is due next week - yes, when we're on holiday, sorry - and if so then this is probably my most fertile time. I mean I really don't think I could get pregnant but I was thinking I should be sure.' 'Yes, I guess so. What do you think John will say to that?' 'I don't know,' laughed Jenny,' but you have to think about sexual infections too, really. I mean, I can't imagine I'm the first woman he's had outside his wife. I reckon he is a bit of a ladies man, he is a charmer after all and is very confident.' 'I suppose so. So you'll get some condoms? Or do you want me to?' 'Oh, that's so sweet, but no, I'll get them at the supermarket. And the hold-ups.' 'I reckon the check-out girl will know you are on for a hot date!' 'Maybe so! Maybe it will be a checkout guy! Anyway, that will work. Then I could wear that charcoal jersey dress, that's nice and clingy but not too tight, and it's quite light, won't be too hot.' 'So you can lift it up easy in the car?' I kissed her. 'Yes, or he can,' she felt me getting aroused, pressing myself against her. 'Wow, I said, 'thigh-high stockings, no knickers, a slinky dress, you will look amazing.' Jenny laughed and pushed me away. 'That's the idea, but hold off matey. Not tonight.' 'Why not?' 'I want to save it up and be extra horny tomorrow night. Don't pout! I promise you can fuck me in my thigh-highs when I get back. If you don't mind his sloppy seconds.' 'Ooh,' I groaned, 'you are teasing me. You'll probably be too sore again.' 'No, I promise, and if I am you can do me up the arse or I will suck you off. I promise.' 'Whoa - what?'Up the arse'? Where did that come from?' Jenny giggled and kissed me again.'Oh, OK, I know I haven't done that with you but I thought you might like to sometime?' 'Yeah, great, but you say not with me, you mean...?' 'Yes, of course, I've done it before, with other people. Before you, sweetie, of course.' 'Did you like it?' 'Depends on my mood, I suppose, but yes, at the right time, yes, I did. It was useful anyway, like whenI I had my period and still wanted to satisfy my lover.' 'OK, well, you never cease to surprise me these days but right, well, we'll try it then sometime.' 'You've never done it?' She asked gently. 'No,' I laughed,'I don't think it had been invented when I was single, or not by the girls I dated. I was lucky to get a blow job or a quick fuck. And there weren't many of those!' 'Well,' she smiled, 'I did it a few times. Some guys really like it, really have it as a fantasy.' 'I guess so - but on that subject, what are your fantasies?' ' I think I am living out a few! Passionate sex with a stranger with my husband watching - that's right up there. Then a quickie against a wall with a stranger with a huge cock. Ooh yes. I mean, I suppose other than that I have much the same basic fantasies as, well, like many women, I think, you know, trying sex with another woman, having two men at once or, yes, I know, a gang-bang on a pub pool table! With maybe seven or eight men! One after the other or even two at once. One either end! But they are just fantasies usually, not reality. This has all been different because these ones have become real.' 'Really? Wow, that's a lively collection!' 'What about you?' 'Oh, like you I think watching you getting fucked was great, and, Jen, I want to do that again!' I blurted out then carried on. 'Maybe a threesome with another woman, too. That would be good.' 'I think we might be able to arrange the first one, to see me have sex with someone else again.' 'Yes, maybe so. I must say I also love hearing you tell me about your sexual escapades and adventures in detail, too, blow by blow, so to speak, even those from years ago. That is so great when you're working me with your hand or I'm fucking you.' 'We can do a lot more of that, easily, if you like it, I love it too. I love the effect it has on you. I've got a lot more tales to tell,' she said, yawning. 'But for now I need some sleep. A big day tomorrow.' This was all too much, so different - and so great! Even though I was horny now after those images I felt it would all be worth waiting for so we both settled down to sleep. The next day we got on with normal life. I went off to work and Jenny was at home sorting the boys out. She texted me to say she was going in to town about midday. Of course, as the day progressed I could not concentrate on work and the technical reports and meetings. I was forever day-dreaming of what was in store that evening when Jenny would be going out on a date with Farmer John and we both knew sex was in store and she would be dressing with that in mind. I had very mixed feelings about it. We had arranged for me to take the boys to the cinema that night to give Jenny some space and time to get ready in peace but she had promised to try and stay in touch as far as practicable. I took the boys out about six o'clock and Jenny and I shared a deep kiss in the hallway as I was leaving. I held her close. 'Are you nervous?' I whispered as we stood clutched together. 'Yes, of course,' she hissed, 'but turned on, too. It will be fine. I'll see you later and tell you all about it. I'll keep my promise.' The boys were calling then and I kissed Jenny again quickly and went off, not looking back. Later in the cinema, my phone buzzed briefly in my pocket and I dug it out. Jenny had texted me a photo. She was in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom, phone in hand, taking a selfie. She was in full make-up with dark red glossy lips. She wore a push up black bra which lifted her swelling breasts and offered them up. She had no knickers on but stood with one hip raised, her trim dark bush on show, with lovely dark grey tinted hold-up stockings with a band of black lace at the tops and on her feet she had black shiny three inch heels. She looked sensational. I checked the time - 7.45pm. John was picking her up in fifteen minutes. Trying to hide the screen discreetly from the boys I texted a quick reply. 'Fantastic! You might not even get out of the drive! Xx' Then the phone buzzed briefly again and there was another photo. This time she had on her slinky, figure hugging charcoal grey dress, with a deep V top showing her impressive cleavage and ending a few inches above her knee, modestly covering the thigh-highs lacy tops but still showing a lot of elegant leg. 'Wonderful! Xx' I texted. 'Love you, xx' came the reply and that was it. Later just before me and the boys left the cinema I got another text: 'Having a drink in a country pub near Chichester x' By the time I got back with the boys it was around ten o'clock. They disappeared upstairs to their rooms and I sat and paced and sat and paced. At half ten I got another text: 'Going to park up somewhere x' I was very much having mixed feelings now. On the one hand I was very anxious for Jenny. We didn't know this guy at all really. I was also a bit upset and jealous to be honest. This felt different with Jenny not being here. I did not feel comfortable at all. On the other hand, at the same time, I was very turned on and it was all I could do not to go and wank. I was half-watching a chat show on TV when I heard a car door close outside and I jumped up. It was close to midnight. I stood in the hallway and then the door opened and Jenny was there. We hugged and she said: 'Hi, are you OK?' I held her at arms length. 'Me? Never mind me, how are you?' I whispered urgently, aware of needing to keep our voices down. Jenny looked a little flushed and her lipstick had gone but otherwise she looked as smart and collected as usual. 'Great,' she said as we walked into the lounge. 'So, what happened?' She pulled me close and pressed her body to mine. She whispered in my ear. 'I need to keep my promise, let's got upstairs and I will slowly tell you the whole story while you fuck me senseless but meanwhile let me just show you three photos.' She reached into her handbag and got out her phone, she scrolled through. 'Number one,' she said and showed me the phone. There was a photo taken by a phone I thought and in the glare of a flash, Jenny was naked except for her thigh highs, leaning back in the corner of a back seat of a car, smiling. She had some sort of cloth between her legs. 'Hell,' I gasped out.' You'd just been fucked?' 'Yes, the first time.' She scrolled again and showed me another photo that had also been texted to her. 'Number two.' This time the photo was a bit difficult at first to work out but then I made out it was almost a close up of a shapely white arse, obviously Jenny's, caught by the flash, bent over and the camera was held by whoever was fucking her as you could see a big cock sticking into her pussy from behind as the photo was taken from above. 'That was the second time,' she said then scrolled again. 'Number three,' now she was stood outside, leaning against a car, again naked in the flash but for stockings and shoes, caught wiping between her legs with the white cloth and grinning at the camera. She went on, 'that was just after the second time.' She put the phone away and smiled at me. 'Come on tiger,' she giggled,' I need you now upstairs in our bed.' Upstairs, I lay on the bed. She unzipped her grey jersey dress and shrugged it off, throwing it aside. 'Something else that will need serious cleaning,' she said and reached behind herself to unhook her bra freeing her lovely round breasts with the dark nipples standing erect. She looked wonderful in her thigh high stockings and heels. She walked closer, her dark triangle of trimmed dark pubic hair now just in front of me. She lifted one foot up onto the bed and thus opened her legs, just in front of my face, exposing the trimmed hair above her red protruding swollen pussy lips. Her thighs and the lacy tops of the stockings as well as her pubic hair were all splattered with cum, some dried, some still wet. 'Get your cock out,' she said huskily. I wriggled out of my boxers, freeing my rigid cock. She kicked off her shoes and then knelt on the bed, lifting one leg over me and straddled me. I could see come wet on her thighs. She grabbed my straining cock. 'You know,' she said with a soft smile,'I've not known you get as hard as you have since we started this for years. I love it.' Looking deep into my eyes she positioned my cock underneath her and then lowered herself down with a squelch, cum and pussy-juice oozing down my cock onto my pubic hair and balls. She leant forward and I kissed her breasts, licking the rigid nipples. There was a hickey on the side of one just above the nipple. I thrust up. She started easing up and down my shaft, she felt loose and wet and very hot. She spoke low and sultry again. 'Can you feel how wet that is, Rob? That's all my wetness and two loads of John's cum. Can you feel that?' 'Yes,' I grunted, 'it feels great.' And it did, I was real turned on and so clearly was Jenny. She was moving slowly then and picked up her story as best she could, as she gasped and moaned a bit. 'Good, well, after he picked me up - I was very nervous - we drove a bit and he said we were going to a quiet pub he knew for a drink or two. We hadn't gone more than a mile when he said 'So, Jenny, did you remember - no knickers?' 'Of course,' I said. So he says 'Show me.' I laughed at that, you men are so..uh..predictable. I lifted up and wriggled my dress up and slowly...oh...showed my long legs, then my stocking tops, my naked thighs and then my hairy pussy. He nearly crashed the car! So I put my dress back down and said no more until later...yes...So he was chatting away and we got to the pub. I had a few glasses of wine and he had a pint then cokes. At that point, after about half an hour as we were in a corner of this quiet pub and he was sat on my right. He turned toward me, leant over me and thrust his hand up my dress. I opened my legs and lifted up a bit. He slid two fingers in to my wet pussy and was working my clit with them, ...oh yes, Rob...then sliding them inside, then back to my clit. I was going crazy.' I was gasping now, thrusting up as Jenny lifted up and down. I knew I was there. Making Hay Ch. 03 'Oh, Jenny, I'm cumming, oh baby.' I held her close thrusting up inside her, pumping out come. Jenny was getting going now, her head back, moaning, and I managed to stay up inside her while she ground her clit against me. 'Oh Rob, that's what I've wanted, your cum up inside me, oh God, yes, yes, I'm cumming baby.' We collapsed in a messy heap. Once we had recovered a bit, we rearranged ourselves, cuddling up. She covered my softened wet cock with her hand gently and I lightly stroked her hip. 'Go on,' I said, 'tell me the rest.' 'OK, well, I was really turned on and after all we both knew we were there to have sex. I mean he had chatted away about the farm and his family - he's got three kids by the way, a son from his first marriage and two girls from this, oh and he's had the snip like you so that did for the condoms. And he said he 'didn't go in for this sort of thing' much, so assured me he was no health risk. Anyway, to be honest, I was a bit bored by him, I mean he's not you, he doesn't make me laugh and he's not as smart but I guess he's quite charming in a blustery, old fashioned way but I wanted to get on with the sex and come home and tell you about it. So, I was relieved when he made that grab for me and started fingering me and to be fair he was very good at it.' 'Did you cum?' 'No, I wanted his cock up me. I managed to grab his hand and stop him and I said 'take me somewhere and fuck me, John.' So we were soon out in the car and he said 'pull your dress up and finger yourself.' So I did, I hiked the dress up, opened my legs and played with my clit. He drove almost back here and I was going crazy with my feet up on the dashboard humping my hand but actually not wanting to cum yet then he pulls in to this empty farmyard place. He said it was actually part of his farm but he rented these storage sheds to a mate of his who would not be there this time of night. There were these buildings and he drove around the back of one. It was dark but he opened the car door and the interior light came on and said 'lets get in the back.' He got out and walked round to the back at my side and said he'd get in first then I could ride him, as he put it, just like we just have. He sat in the back, it's a big Mercedes saloon so there was a lot of room. Then he said 'Right, my beauty, take that lovely dress off,' I was impatient and really horny by then. I was stood beside the car and then had the dress off and my bra and I threw them on the front seat and was standing there lit by the light inside the car in the darkness of this farm place, naked except for my stockings and heels, and desperate to get fucked. Then I was sliding across him, he had his trousers down round his ankles and his big old cock standing up. I slid down onto him, I'd have thought it would be painful and that I would have to go slow but I was so horny by then that I just slammed straight down and was riding him furiously. I knew I wouldn't take long and neither did he. I was soon moaning and shouting I was cumming and he was hollering and grunting and he was then holding me tight and making small thrusts up into me, pumping cum up me. So, that did it, I came really hard and he shot loads of his spunk into me then we fell apart and I sort of slumped in the corner, we were both out of breath.' 'God, what a night,'I said. 'Well it wasn't over. I could feel his cum coming out and I told him I didn't want to ruin his seats. He jumped up, doing up his trousers a bit and got something out of the boot which he gave me. It was a tea towel! It was clean at least. Anyway, I was cleaning up when he produced his phone and took that first photo which he said he'd text me. We sat there for a good fifteen minutes just talking. He had his cock out but it was still soft but he was working it a bit. Then a bit later he said 'Well, Jenny, I reckon if you come over and work on this old cock with your mouth a bit, it will be ready for action in no time now.'' 'So I did! I leant over and started sucking his cock. It was soft at first though still quite big. I could taste his cum and maybe my juices on him too but in time he did get harder and harder. It was a bit dirty and horny actually and by the time I'd got him hard I was ready for some more. So he says,'right, let's go outside.' We went round the back of the car, he bent me over so I was leaning on the boot and I opened my legs for him. He slid it straight in, helping it in with his hand, right in to the hilt, I could feel his pubic hair on my arse. It wasn't quite fully hard at first but once he guided it in up me and had a couple of strokes it got hard enough. Then he was really banging me, he took that second photo then and was fucking me steady but I thought he was going to take a long time so I wanted to turn him on a bit more so I shouted over my shoulder, 'spank me, John!' 'He started slapping my arse and I was moaning and really getting into it and he really got going. He started calling me names 'Jenny, you little slut,' and 'you dirty little bitch,' he said 'you love me pumping my cum into your married pussy, don't you?' And I was shouting out too, 'Yes, yes, I love it, give me your cum, pump it in me, fill my cunt.' The he was cumming hard and we were gasping and both leaning against the car.' Jenny noticed my cock was beginning to harden. 'Oh, Rob, look at you, I don't believe you! You've never been this virile for years. You are like a twenty year old!' She bent over and sucked me till I was hard just like she had John, then she immediately got on her hands and knees. 'Do me from behind, please, Rob! Just like he did!' I got up behind her, not believing I was really hard again, feeling a million dollars and started fucking her, gripping her hips. 'Did you come again?' I grunted. 'No,' she said, her voice muffled in the duvet, 'I was cleaning myself up when he took the third photo. I was just thinking of you then and getting back telling you the story. Uh, yes, Rob, that's it. He took photos of your naked wife after he had fucked me and then even while he was fucking me, sliding his big cock in me. Do the photos turn you on? Oh God, yes. They do me.' We were both in the throes of our orgasms then, not as big as the first one for me but great because I hadn't managed two fucks in years and the time in the barn when I wanked myself watching Jenny and John fuck was the first time I'd come twice so quickly that I could ever recall. But now, this was two proper fucks. After we lay together and felt our hearts gradually slowing down again, cum on our bodies and on our bed. 'So he said he wanted us to go away for a night together sometime,' said Jenny. 'Oh, what do you think about that?' 'I'm not sure. I said we were going away at the weekend for our holiday and we'd talk it over and I'd be in touch when we came back.' We talked about it then and some more when we were on holiday. It turned out we both felt we should call the adventures with John to a halt. As Jenny said 'it's been great, it's reconnected us and kick- started our sex life. We are talking and much closer now. That's all I want it to do. I've enjoyed being a slut with John and sharing it with you but that's it. It's all too risky to continue.' We talked it through. I said: 'Won't you miss his big cock?' 'No,' she giggled, 'I mean it was great, don't get me wrong, but well..it's like having whipped cream on ice cream. You don't really need it, it's nice to have now and then but the ice cream is more than enough. You are more than enough.' I liked to hear that, of course. The next night when we ate a restaurant with the boys when it came to dessert the waiter asked Jenny what she wanted and she said 'ice cream, please'. Dead pan I straight away said 'with whipped cream on top.' Jenny collapsed in a fit of giggles but managed to say 'no, really, the ice cream is enough for me.' The boys - and the waiter no doubt - thought we were total idiots, of course. So all that big cock stuff didn't make me feel inadequate in the end. Jenny actually boosted my confidence in what she said and what she did. She took delight in pleasing me and that in itself was just terrific, and I hope I returned the compliment. We had both clearly enjoyed the sex, Jenny admitted she had loved feeling so desirable and being able to be a slut with my permission and blessing but she just felt it had gone far enough. I agreed. I had not been happy when Jenny was on the date with John. I was still uncertain about finding out she has sucked someone off ten years ago but I had accepted her explanation and we had talked that through and of course in the circumstances it had turned me on, to be honest. But I wasn't happy with that. I realised that Jenny was right. Going on with it, a night away, well, it was too much. It felt a bridge too far. It was great we could talk about it and that we both agreed on the way forward. It was actually me that texted John when we got back to say it was over then Jenny followed that up. He was disappointed but OK with it eventually and we went our separate ways. I actually saw him in the street one Saturday at our nearest town and we both smiled and nodded and that was it. Jenny and I have continued our healthy new sex life together, maybe not as red hot as during the crazy whirling days and nights of the affair with John but still much improved. But Jenny does enjoy telling me about her previous experiences and that works well for both of us. We have settled into a much better pattern. But even more important than the improvement in our sex life was the improvement in our relationship overall. We talk a lot more about all sorts of feelings. We both know we had taken all sorts of crazy risks but we're happy it has worked out so well for us and we knew we had been incredibly lucky. It could easily have gone wrong on all sorts of counts. We still have our horny moments, too. I recall a lovely surprise blow job from Jenny in the kitchen just last week and a while ago I took her roughly from behind bent over the sofa in the lounge, smacking her bouncing arse and we agreed afterwards that had been very hot and unusual. We take advantage of the odd moments we get time alone in our busy lives and that adds value in a real way, to be honest. I think the whole thing ended up doing us both good in terms of confidence. We joke about our adventures that started that afternoon in the barn and still relive them from time to time and, yes, I still have the three photographs!