9 comments/ 45094 views/ 4 favorites The Farmers Market By: ukresearcher HEALTH WARNING. This story contains gay activity, lesbian contact, infidelity, cuckold practices, pagan ritual, fetish elements and a cult theme. If your tender susceptibilities are liable to be offended by any of the above than go directly to the nasty comments section, do not pass Go, do not collect 200. * I place the start of the whole thing near the end of an ordinary evening that Sylvia and I had spent pleasantly socialising with our friends James and Krista. It was as we were getting ready to leave that Krista suddenly said, "I nearly forgot, have you tried the new farmers market. It's every Saturday in the car park behind the Brown Cow pub?" and, when we said that we hadn't heard about it she insisted, "You really must go along, they sell wild boar meat and venison, as well as the usual organic produce." When we met Sylvia was undoubtedly an exceptionally attractive girl but it was her who made the better catch because I was already on track for a remunerative career in surveying when she didn't even make it to university. My earnings have made possible a four bedroom house in a good area with her wages from a high street patisserie contributing mainly to the cost of the two good holidays we enjoyed each year. Near the start we used to fuck like rabbits but now after seven years of marriage we make love twice a week in a regular Monday and Saturday routine. Other interests during the rest of the week seem to sap the energy required for that particular sport. Tuesdays we always go out for a good restaurant meal, to give Sylvia a break from cooking and Thursday evenings are regularly spent with our friends on a reciprocal basis. I like golf, so on Sunday I try to get at least one round in on the links and Friday evenings see me in the clubhouse catching up with my golfing buddies. Sylvia's night out is Wednesday. She starts out at the gym with some girlfriends and they generally go somewhere for drinks afterwards. On those nights I tend to stay late at work to catch up on paperwork, and avoid a boring evening at home by myself. I think everybody will agree, that is a very pleasant lifestyle with little to be dissatisfied about. The farmers market was pretty standard. After we had been wandering around for about twenty minutes, Sylvia tugged my arm and said, "See the guy standing over there, the one handing out leaflets who looks a bit like a hippy. Well he keeps watching me; I can feel his eyes everywhere I go." I looked over at the tall youngish male. He was dressed in jeans and a caftan type top, complete with the obligatory strings of beads, and on his feet he was wearing sandals instead of the ubiquitous trainers. His hair was dark, long and wavy and he had a stupid wispy beard on the point of his chin. I had actually noticed him before when it had struck me that he was rather passive for a leafleteer, not bothering to intercept potential recipients, seemingly content to casually proffer a leaflet only when someone happened to walk close. I pointed out to my wife that this was almost certainly her imagination. "He's just scanning the crowd and you keep glancing at him just when he happens to be looking in your general direction," I argued reasonably. Five minutes later Sylvia insisted, "I knew it, he is watching, he hardly takes his eyes off me," and when I again looked dubious she said, "I'll prove it, you stay here and check while I walk past him." She set off walking in a parabola that skirted his position and I quickly had to admit that I was mistaken. Then, as my wife reached the closest position he kind of beckoned her with his head and she changed direction to walk up to him. They exchanged only two or three sentences before Sylvia turned and, with only one glance back, walked back to me with a funny kind of smile on her face. "So what did he want," I asked, only mildly interested. "He said he wanted to fuck me," "The cheeky bugger," I said. This wasn't the first time that Sylvia had been blatantly propositioned so I did not immediately become irate. "What did he actually say?" "Just what I told you he said, 'I want to fuck you,' just like that." "What did you say to him?" Now she did smile. "I asked, 'What did you say?' and he said, 'You already know and I don't want to repeat because it was crudely put. My problem was that those are the only words that state exactly what I want. I don't want to make love to you because it's your husband's job to keep you happy but I do want to give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible.' Then I came back to you," Sylvia finished. "Didn't you say anything else?" "I thanked him for the offer," my wife told me but then her inherent honesty made her add, "And said I would need to think about it." Now I could feel my anger bubbling. "Why the fuck did you say that. It will have given him hope when all you needed to do was to tell him to Piss off.' "I didn't want to do that. He wasn't really pushy, he's got rather nice eyes and he did seem really sincere. Anyway, I only said what I always say when I don't want to buy what a salesman is pushing." We went to the car with Sylvia obviously a bit exhilarated by her mini encounter. "Why do you think he picked me," she asked, unwilling to let the subject drop. "He probably says it to any half decent female that walks near him It costs nothing and he might score say one in twenty. They say that lots of married women are easy and screw milkmen and window cleaners while their husbands are at work, so they're exactly the kind he might pull." I had ploughed on with my speech even though I knew I had dropped a clanger. I would have been better advised to say 'every beautiful woman' rather than the disparaging 'any half decent female'. Sylvia was already accusing me of not appreciating her and little slips like that didn't help. She probably didn't notice though because that night's scheduled rumpy-pumpy was the best for quite a long time. The week passed without any further mention of the leaflet guy but while getting ready to again go to the market I noticed that my wife was now wearing a dress and taking more care with her make-up than she had the week before. "Tarting yourself up for your admirer," I asked sarcastically. "Don't be ridiculous, Dave," she snapped back. "The weather has changed so I dress differently and that means slightly different make-up. You're not a woman so you wouldn't know. Apart from which I do intend to speak to him again." "What the fuck for?" "I want to ask why he picked me. For my peace of mind I'd like to know if it was because he thought I was special or because I seemed like just any old scrubber." The angry response died in my throat on the realisation that my ill chosen words the week before had indeed earned me a black mark. At the market we meandered past several stalls until coming in sight of where the hippy had his pitch, upon which Sylvia muttered, "Wait here," and made a beeline towards him. While still several paces away she very clearly shook her head and I assumed that was to forewarn that she hadn't come to surrender her body to him. The conversation was again relatively brief, and although the guy did at one point look over towards me, for the rest of the time his attention was fixed firmly on my wife. Sylvia returned looking very pleased with the exchange and reported, "He claims that he can sense vibrations emanating from me and he said that I'm like a volcano inside with a vast reserve of untapped sexual potential waiting to burst out." "He must have said more than that. You were talking for three of four minutes," I said, keeping my temper under control. "I accused him of saying the same thing to all attractive women but he denied it. He admitted that he has picked up the vibrations from other females but said he has only made a cold approach once before. Then he told me something about his Earth Magic group." Sylvia held up a leaflet to illustrate. "I don't know why you bother giving that jerk the time of day. As far as I'm concerned he's just another pick-up merchant and a pretty crude one at that." "A lot of far more obnoxious types have tried to get me into bed, most by describing the size of their todger," Sylvia shot back. "Roscoe is different. He is rather attractive and I think he's an essentially nice guy." "So its Roscoe now is it, and I suppose you've told him your name," I spat out through gritted teeth. "Dave if you carry on like this we are going to have a row. As far as I'm concerned it's just a bit of harmless fun and anyway, I'd have thought you would have learned to trust me by now," she said sadly. We drove home in silence and for most of the day existed in a state of armed truce but by bedtime relations had become normalised enough for sex as usual. Life followed its customary pattern until the next Saturday morning when Sylvia again started getting ready to go to the market. Suddenly my animus came flooding back. "Why do we have to go every sodding week, as far as I can see it's just so you can get chatted up by lover boy," I said nastily. "I'm only going for what they have to sell; I bring home a carrier full every time. If you're that paranoid, I promise not to do anywhere near Roscoe," Sylvia offered, obviously struggling to keep her temper. We went to the market and she kept to her word. I know because I positioned myself where I would see, even if they only tried to exchange smiles from a distance. Eventually I abandoned the vigil and set out to find her. My wife was at the opposite side of the market and seemed to be staring fixedly at a particular stall but I could not see what it was that she was debating whether to purchase. However, as I approached from directly behind her, I saw that the real object of her intense scrutiny was Roscoe. He was in the distance but perfectly framed in the gap at the side of the stall. "Can't keep your eyes off him can you?" I said from just behind her. Startled Sylvia whipped round and had the grace to blush, "It's not what you think. I was only watching to see if he did chat up other girls despite what he said," she tried to explain. I didn't argue but made it obvious that I didn't believe her. In the grip of jealousy, I think I had become somewhat irrational. We skirted round each other for the rest of the day, without overt hostility but little warmth either. We did not make love that night and I think that Monday was a wash as well. We had a good night on Thursday with James and Krista and things seemed to be improving but Saturday morning once more found Sylvia dolling herself up just to go to a scrappy local market. "Not again, you've got a fixation about that punk." "This has nothing to do with Roscoe. I want some more of those large duck's eggs and that goat cheese that you enjoyed so much on Thursday. I'll only need to be there about ten minutes." "I don't fucking believe you," I said flatly. "I'm certainly not going to stand around again looking the fool while you gaze at him in adoration. If you go, you go by your bloody self." "Aren't you afraid that I might run off with him and let him have his wicked way," Sylvia said with a grin, making a last attempt at lightening the atmosphere. "Do what the hell you like. Let him fuck you, I don't care. Perhaps that's the only way to get the bastard out of your system," I told her with all the venom I could muster. "If that's how you feel then I damn well will," my wife said angrily, and so saying she snatched up her bag and was gone. I sat fuming but fully expecting her to get to the end of the road and come back. When it became obvious that that would not happen I was still not worried because, knowing my wife, I could see her dawdling at the farmer's market to frighten me but then bringing back some little delicacy as a peace offering but when more than two hours had passed, the panic kicked in. Running out to my car I drove at speed in the direction of the market. Only a couple of minutes from my destination, I was held at traffic lights and had time to notice a psychedelic painted car at the head of the oncoming traffic. With great consternation I saw my precious wife sitting in the passenger seat next to the gigolo. She was looking down at her lap and did not see me. At the next roundabout I did a full circuit and set off in pursuit, rather dangerously switching lanes to gain a one or two car advantage, but every traffic light seemed to be against me and I eventually decided that attempting to catch them was futile. That afternoon was the most horrendous of my life. I sat with constant images of them copulating flitting through my brain, some extreme, involving pentagrams and the picture of Sylvia's lovely stretched out naked and bound in the style of a virgin sacrifice. Perversely, I had an erection, not just any erection because my penis was painfully stiff and this fact added an element of shame to my other torments. It was 7 p.m. when the phone rang and I heard my wife's welcome voice, "Can you pick me up love, I'll give you the address?" "Are you still with him?" I asked. "Yes I am but.." Before she could say more, I snarled, "If you want to spend the afternoon fucking another man, don't expect me to provide a taxi service afterwards," and with that I slammed the phone down. I poured myself a full tumbler of whiskey and sat down but didn't take even a sip because something was niggling at the back of my mind. That niggle revolved round the word 'but'. What was the sentence my wife was about to say when I cut her off? What possible sentences might have followed on from the words, 'Yes I am but?" There was only one that I could think of and that was, 'Yes I am but I haven't done anything.' If she was still faithful to me then I had to rescue her pretty damn quick but I had no idea where she had called from. I sat fretting for several minutes with the answer staring me in the face -- last caller redial. Belatedly realising what to do I jumped up and ran to the phone but as I stretched out to reach it the damn thing rang. My first reaction was relief, believing that Sylvia must have decided to give me another chance but the caller was not her and compounding my frustration was the fact that it was a fucking wrong number. Now I was in a real panic because I believed that if I could not get to Sylvia in time then her virtue would be forfeit. Pushing the whiskey glass aside, I sat and forced myself to be calm. Slowly going through all that I have written above in my mind, I remembered that after the second time my wife spoke with Roscoe, she had walked away from him with one of his leaflets in her hand. That leaflet was almost certain to contain an address or telephone if only I could find it. I looked in all the places where she might have put it and I checked out every waste paper basket, all to no avail. As a last resort I sorted through the big outside paper recycling bin. It took nearly an hour but I found it. Almost tripping over in my haste I ran out to my car and hurried to the Earth Magic headquarters. When I got there I was disappointed to see no sign of the psychedelic car and a very pleasant girl inside confirmed that Roscoe had gone home 'some time ago', taking Sylvia with him. She kindly provided me with the relevant address. Maybe I drove with my mind too concentrated on what might be happening at my destination but I was unfamiliar with the area and managed to get lost on the way. Many minutes later than I need have been, I finally drew up in front of a block of flats. The distinctive car that I had chased earlier was parked to the side. Although it was becoming dusk there were few lights showing and they were all in the upper floors. The helpful girl had warned me that the lift was out, "But his flat is not too far up." I switched off the engine and my hand was on the car door handle ready to dash to the rescue but I forced myself to pause for a moment, to decide my strategy once I got up there. Suddenly a light came on up on the third floor and a male figure, naked at least from the waist up, moved forward to pull closed what looked like bedroom curtains. At that distance, without his caftan top, I couldn't be sure that it was Roscoe, but whoever the male was he looked lithe and fit. That sight should have imbued me with an even greater sense of urgency but instead I found myself in the grip of inertia as doubts flooded into my mind. What if he reacted to my intervention with violence because he was taller than me and seemed the sort who might have dabbled in martial arts? How did I know he was the only male up there? What if Sylvia refused to leave and I was forced to make a humiliating retreat? Would I be in time to save her fidelity in any case? He was already apparently naked so they might have already fucked in another room before retiring to the bedroom and although they had spent all afternoon at the Earth Magic HQ, I had only seen the ground floor and there were undoubtedly bedrooms upstairs so they could easily been shagging even before going to his flat. So I sat watching that lighted window for hour after hour, imagining what was happening behind those lighted curtains and yes, I had a stiff erection for all of that time. Luckily I had a full pack of twenty cigarettes but they all went and I was eventually reduced to sorting through the ash tray for butts with un-smoked remnants. The lights eventually went out not long after 2 a.m. and I must have taken that as a signal to fall asleep, mentally exhausted. Unfortunately my dreams provided no respite. It was light when I woke, cold very stiff and with my mouth tasting like a cesspit. I was also so desperately parched that I had to abandon the plan to maintain the vigil until my wife emerged from that den of depravity. I was also encouraged in this decision by the fact that two black boys, aged about nine or ten, were standing near to the car curiously peering in at me. At home the first priority was a cup of tea and a smoke. After that I had a long hot shower, dressed in fresh clothes and then cooked myself a decent breakfast of bacon and eggs. Finally feeling human again I sat down and waited. Sylvia got home at nine o'clock. At first glance she looked no different from the last time I saw her but closer inspection revealed that her eyes looked tired and she also had an air about her that I can only describe as serene. Without speaking she walked slowly to about six feet from where I was sitting and halted. "Did he fuck you?" I asked. She nodded. Looking straight into her eyes I asked the single word question, "Why?" "I suppose the short answer is because I wanted to." "What's the longer answer?" "Perhaps because I'm every bit as stubborn as you and I ended up feeling that I had no choice. After I left the house there were times when I wanted him badly and others where I hoped desperately that you would turn up and rescue me." Sylvia looked so resigned and forlorn that despite myself I could not suppress a feeling of pity. "Do you want to talk about it?" I said more gently. She nodded. "I'll tell you everything that you want to know but I don't think you'll like it." I made us both a cup of tea and then we sat facing on the settee as she told me, "When I left the house I had no real intention of doing what I threatened, I just wanted to frighten you and wipe the smug look off your face. I was sure that you would come running after me. At the market I went to Roscoe, we talked and I even helped him hand out his leaflets. He is incredibly attractive because he has an aura of power about him but I was convinced that you were bound to turn up before the market closed." "But I didn't," I interrupted. "No and then I couldn't face the thought of coming home to your triumphant smirk so when Roscoe invited to show me round his headquarters I agreed to go, just to show that you couldn't call my bluff that easily." The Farmers Market I did come to the market but I just missed you," I explained. "I saw you in his car going the other way and although I chased after all the traffic lights were against me." For a moment this news seemed to dent her self justification but then she said, "You should have come sooner," and I could tell I was back in the wrong. "At the headquarters everything changed," Sylvia continued. "Roscoe took me round and introduced me to everybody. He let them tell me about what they did but he had become possessive. At first he just kept running his fingers lightly up and down my bare arm and his touch was like a series of electric shocks. It made me very wet and I could see that he was aroused too; his erection was far too big to hide. Then he put his arm around me and kept it there, I could tell that he thought it was a done deal." "Apparently it was." I said glumly. "It needn't have been. There were periods when I badly wanted him to just take me upstairs and fuck me but there were times when I still hoped that you would turn up and save me. There's something about him that makes me wet just by being near him. The longer I was there the more I fell under his spell and I knew that very soon I'd do anything he wanted but then he had to go outside to sort some problem. It was my last chance to stay faithful and that's when I rang you." Not for the first time I bitterly regretted my stupid crude response. "We went out and got in his car again," she went on. "I knew I was committed and that was a relief, especially as I'd no longer got loyalty to you holding me back. At that point I wanted him badly and I hoped we would start fucking the moment we got to his flat but Roscoe remembered that neither of us had eaten so he insisted on getting a Chinese takeaway. After walking up the stairs at the flats, he started taking the lids off the trays but said that he always liked to eat naked. So we both undressed ourselves then sat cross-legged side by side on the floor with the food spread out in front." Knowing we were close to the nitty-gritty I felt the need for a cigarette and Sylvia took one too although she doesn't usually smoke. Taking a long drag she said, "At one point he picked up a prawn with his chop-sticks, balanced it on the end of his stiff cock and challenged me to eat from there. He really does have a beautiful penis so I didn't hesitate; I even licked up the sauce that was left behind. Next thing he reciprocated by flicking some juice on my tits then demanding to suck it off and from then it turned into a big game during which I got a nice long gobble on his cock and he gave my pussy lots of attention with both his fingers and mouth. I was convinced that I was going to get fucked right there but he said it would be far better in bed. I had to wait until he had drawn the curtains but then I went into the bedroom for the best sex of my life." It did not help my peace of mind one bit, to know that had I rushed straight up as soon as I arrived at the flats, I could have still been in time to prevent all that followed. "From then on his cock was hardly ever out of me but we weren't fucking all the time," my wife went on, neatly skipping all the detail. "For long periods he lay on his back with me very slowly bouncing up and down on top while he told me more about his beliefs. His group are all basically pagans with Wicca, or what he calls Gardnerian leanings, and a bit of eastern philosophy thrown in. The rituals are based on the original primitive mother Goddess concept because Roscoe is convinced that the power of female sexuality provides the energy that drives the world." Sylvia laughed and added, "I can go along with all that but I think there should be phallic worship in there too." "Why do you say that?" I asked reluctantly. "If you'd seen his wonderful cock you wouldn't need to ask," she said happily. "I can understand now why some men are gay because I don't see how anybody could resist it. It's long and thick and perfectly formed with just a very slight curve that lets it touch magical places inside me. His balls are just as good. Most men's testicles just hang down in a loose sack of skin but his are literally like two big balls, always slightly stretching the skin. I love licking them almost as much as having the shaft down my throat." I had to wonder how she had become such an expert on male genitalia. "What exactly did you do in bed?" I asked, even though I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know. "Oh, just all the usual positions that we do, although he did it so much better. He has got that huge advantage though," my wife told me offhandedly. "He also has the advantage that his cock never goes completely soft and he can actually cum a lot more than once. I don't know how he manages that because he also squirts a lot more than you do." I did not want to hear any more and I also knew that if I did not say what I wanted to immediately I probably wouldn't be able to. Looking straight into her eyes I took a deep breath and said, "I still love you and I don't want to lose you so I'm willing to forgive everything and we can forget it ever happened." Sylvia smiled, "I still love you darling and you're not going to lose me but I do want to go with Roscoe again." "You can't," I stuttered. My wife reached out as if to take my hand but didn't. With an intent look on her face she said calmly, "Sweetheart, be reasonable. I've just had the most wonderful sexual experience of my life and you expect me to agree to never again. That's it for the rest of my life. I agree with Roscoe that sexual exclusivity is an outmoded concept imposed by organized patriarchal religions. The prime belief of Earth Magic is free love; it benefits everybody and harms none. Sex is good, not something shameful, and it is there to be shared." My wife's conviction shook me. He certainly had her well brainwashed in a very short period of time but on the other hand I could not totally disagree with anything she said. "I don't know, I muttered, playing for time. Sylvia lit another cigarette and then said soothingly, "You wouldn't even need to know when I was with Roscoe if you didn't want to and you could easily pretend that it wasn't happening. I intend to start going along there on Friday evenings when you are out and possibly Sunday during the day while you're on the golf course." "So no over night stays like last night?" I don't really know why I didn't make a stand at that point. It was possibly because I was very aware that it was my attitude which had help create the situation in the first place but I also had the thought that, as he had already fucked her, what difference did it make if they did it again. Sylvia shook her head, "No, at least not at first, although it would be nice sometime. I certainly won't even think of that until you are more used to the idea." "Will I get used to it?" "Of course you will," Sylvia said happily, jumping up and moving quickly towards me. I admit that I hadn't categorically refused but neither had I given my agreement. Unfortunately, from the way that she smothered my face with kisses, my wife seemed to think that I had. After lunch, when the palpitation feeling had faded from my chest I asked about the combination of the group. "Apart from Roscoe there are two married couples, Mia and Brian and Karen and Keith. There are also two younger guys called Peter and Gordon but they're mainly gay. The headquarters is a very big old house that was almost derelict when they took over and they have been renovating it ever since. There are three large rooms on the ground floor, one is currently the office and shop, another is the meeting room and the other is still empty. There are four big bedrooms on the first floor with one couple in each and the fourth is being made ready for Roscoe when he moves in." "Why isn't he there already?" "His flats are going to be demolished and as a sitting tenant he gets compensation but only if he stays until the end. It's worth several thousands and they need the money. There are more bedrooms in the attic and a huge cellar but they haven't even been touched yet. Brian and Keith can do carpentry so they do the structural repairs and a couple of local lads look after all the re-plastering. They work on a cost only basis but Mia and Karen look after them at the end of the day. Peter and Gordon are very artistic and they spend their time painting murals in all the rooms instead of wallpaper." Where does the money come from?" I wanted to know. "There is some from the shop but since the leaflets more people are calling, mainly looking for aphrodisiacs and ways to prevent pregnancy." "What do they get?" I asked with a short laugh. "Males are given mainly ginko biloba. It comes from China from something called the maidenhair tree. To get females extra randy they sell a natural milder version of rohypnol and they also have a pregnancy thing that they call 'The month after pill." "It isn't a very big group," I pointed out. My wife nodded. "They hope to get more people when there is somewhere for them to live but it's not that easy because the rules only allow couples to be full members. Singles can join but only as associate members who don't have the same rights." "What rights?" "Well Roscoe has the right to fuck any girl he likes and everybody is happy with that. Both Brian and Keith can demand to fuck the other female but only when their own wife is on her period. That rule is there to prevent falling out and unnecessary jealousy. Associates can also have sex with anybody but only by invitation." Nothing much more was said and we fell into the usual pattern. In bed I did make a move for intimacy but Sylvia easily deflected my half hearted approach. The following night was far better when I think she was trying to prove that being fucked by Roscoe had not decreased her passion for me. The rest of the week left little memory but I did have a three day crisis at work. On Friday evening when I left for the pub, Sylvia was in the process of putting on makeup but nothing was said. As I walked up to the guys in the club, one of them chose that moment to ask, "How's that lovely wife of yours?" The question hit a raw nerve and without thinking I snapped, "Why the fuck should I care?" The questioner responded, "Touchy, touchy," and another voice said, "Somebody hasn't been getting his leg over." Now everybody wanted to join in and a third person suggested astutely, "Perhaps a certain golf widow has found a hobby of her own," which turn prompted the group's lecher to offer, "Well I certainly wouldn't mind playing a round with her." "You can all piss off," I snarled and picking up my pint I went and sat at an empty table, well aware that I couldn't have handled that worse if I'd tried. After a few minutes a peacemaker came over to say sorry for winding me up and I in turn apologised for my bad mood, explaining that I had just had a flaming row with my wife. It turned into a reasonably pleasant evening. with good companionship and a bit of mental discipline distracting me from dwelling too much on what Sylvia might be doing. My wife arrived home about twenty minutes after me and just one glance was enough to tell that she had been well fucked. Although I had been aware all night that it might be happening the realisation still hit me like a punch in the guts. Seeing the distress on my face Sylvia walked quickly to me and, cupping my cheeks soothingly in both her hands, she said softly, "Don't look like that love, He's given me pleasure and I have given him pleasure but I don't think it has taken anything at all away from you." "Until we get in bed and you knock me back because he's tired you out," I said bitterly. "Don't be silly, I want to make love to you and there's plenty of me left," Sylvia said smiling but as I grabbed at her she added, "I might not be quite as tight as usual because he did have to stretch me a bit to get it all in." Filled with need I rushed her upstairs and we undressed with equal urgency. I got on top and started screwing but was less aware of looseness than the fact that it felt somehow extra nice. After two or three minutes of thrusting, (or was it two or three thrusts), I started to feel wetness round my testicles and even the sensation of something trickling down my leg. Lifting myself clear, I reached down to discover that the slimy texture of the moisture unmistakeably indicated cum. Sylvia was contrite. "I'm so, so sorry," she said, "I didn't think. I'm just not used to fucking different men so soon after each other. Give me a minute darling and I'll clean myself up." "Don't bother" I said, plunging back in. What followed was a kind of rutting frenzy that ended in possibly the most explosive orgasm of my life. All day Saturday I stayed close to her with a constant need to touch. We had an impromptu fuck during the afternoon and a much longer uninhibited session that night. Sunday morning we both slept late which left Sylvia with a bit of a rush to get to the mini commune. When I found myself asking if she would be having sex with Roscoe, "I do hope so," she said cheerfully. At the club I played terrible golf, slicing drives and missing easy puts. Although nobody remarked on my poor play I noticed plenty of winks and quiet asides just outside my hearing. I was just a little inebriated when I got home to find Sylvia already there preparing a quick evening meal. The moment I got in, my first question was whether she and Roscoe had fucked. Sylvia shook her head. "There wasn't time. He'd hired a rotovator and everybody was busy working the land so they can get some crops planted." She paused and then said, "But at the end of the day I did go in the Jacuzzi with Mia and Karen to help them give the two young plasterers their treat." "I suppose they've both got huge cocks too," I said unhappily. "No, neither of them came anywhere close to Roscoe but both of them were bigger than you," my wife told me truthfully. Then, quickly changing the subject she said, "I didn't realise that you visited the HQ last Saturday. Mia mentioned it today. She said that you look like a really nice guy and she hopes she'll be seeing you again. That led to another fantastic night. I can't claim that this strength of passion continued every day but the incidence of sex was certainly higher that usual. On Thursday we attended our monthly dinner date with James and Krista. With the food in front us but before touching a single mouthful, Krista laid down her fork and gazing straight at Sylvia, said admiringly, "Whatever has got into you, you've absolutely blossomed since we saw you last?" My wife looked flustered. "I don't know. I have been picking up stuff at that Farmer's market you recommended, mainly ducks eggs." "Whatever it is, I want some," Krista grinned. James backed his wife up. "You do look extra er...fetching," he said, choosing his word carefully. Seeing that Sylvia was very uncomfortable, Krista closed the subject by tapping her nose and saying conspiratorially, "You can whisper the secret to me later when these two lugs aren't listening. The next night was another Friday but this time I was just tense rather than tormented, so was able to pass the evening without drawing comment from my pals. My wife was already there when I got home and before I could speak she said, "In case you're wondering I haven't fucked anybody tonight." I'm not saying that my reaction was one of disappointment but it might have been. "Why?" I asked. Sylvia walked over and kissed me, "Because I want to ask a very big favour. You gave me permission to go on Fridays and Sundays but not all night but I want to be at HQ from tomorrow night right through to Sunday morning. You see, they're all planning a big do to celebrate me becoming a proper associate. Please say 'Yes' because it's not as if I'm going to be just with Roscoe all that time. You can even come and watch if you want." "Just watch?" "Yes, as a guest you couldn't join in at all but if you joined properly as well and we became full members, you could. You'd be entitled to fuck both Mia and Karen when I was busy" "From what you said that would be only three or four times a month," I pointed out. Sylvia laughed. "That wouldn't apply to you and it's only a temporary rule anyway. Mia has a better body than Karen and Keith got the hot's for her. It seems that he was knocking on her door wanting a shag almost every night." We talked a lot more about it and in the end I decided that I didn't wish to join and neither did I want to go along as an observer, but somewhere along the line my wife got the impression that I had given her the green light and I hadn't the nerve to disabuse her. The conversation had left me feeling rather aroused so the moment we got in bed I made a move to put my erection to good use but Sylvia put up a hand to stop me. "I'm so sorry, especially as you've been so generous, but I can't let you," she said. "I'm meant to stay sexually pure for at least twenty-four hours before the ceremony and that means no fucking or sucking but I will give you a quick wank it you're really desperate, nobody need know." Some element of foolish pride caused me to decline and that was a decision that I was to greatly regret during the long hours that followed. An aching erection kept me awake and when morning came there was going through the motions of the day, with escalating tension as the evening approached. Inevitably the moment arrived when my wife kissed me a loving goodbye and set off with excited anticipation in her eyes, leaving me alone with my thoughts. You might guess the carnal images that populated my brain, so I won't dwell on them except to say that I spent another tormented sleepless night. On Sunday morning I rang to cancel golf and then sat down to wait. My wife got home at 10.30 and seemed surprised to see me, asking why I wasn't playing golf. I muttered something about waiting to see her to which she said, "You should have gone. I'm totally knackered, I'm going straight to bed and I don't know when I'll get up. I feel as if I've been fucking from the moment I got there and I'm so sore and bruised that I probably won't let you near me for a week." I roused her with a cup of tea after eight hours and was pleased to see the mischievous look on her face. "I suppose that you're dying to know what happened," she grinned. I was so tongue tied I could hardly speak but she patted the side of the bed for me to sit then, reclining seductively back on the pillows, began her story. "In the office I was blindfolded, with a rope round my neck and my hands loosely tied behind me. I was then led into the lounge and had the blindfold removed, to see that the room had been decorated with tree boughs and lots of flowers everywhere. Roscoe was done up as the Green Man, complete with headdress and painted face but otherwise totally naked. Brian and Keith were disguised as Satyrs and the two girls had garlands in their hair but also completely bare except for some flimsy chiffon veils. I'm not sure what Peter and Gordon were meant to be. They both were wearing vivid eye makeup and had their cocks and balls painted in startling primary colours. Somehow they were always stiff so looked rather spectacular, particularly Gordon. His penis is very long but rather on the thin side." "What were Brian and Keith like?" I had to ask. "You mean in the cock department? OK but nothing special, about the same as you except that Keith is possibly a bit smaller." "So what happened?" Sylvia settled back obviously ready to savour what she was about to relate. "First Mia and Karen completely undressed me except for my heels. There was lots of kissing and touching but nothing else, except that at one time they were sucking a tit each and both had fingers inside me. Then I was laid on a padded bench done up as an alta and Roscoe stepped forward to give me a right royal fucking. It was kind of animalistic and it set me on fire. At the end he pulled out and squirted his cum all over me and almost immediately there were lots of tongues licking it off. I couldn't see who because by that tine I had another cock in my mouth." The Farmers Market She paused to order her words before saying, "Then all the males took turns shagging me. That included Peter and Gordon but they had me facing away if you get what I mean. After that it was a general orgy that seemed to go on for hours. We were drinking mead mulled with special herbs and there were lots of pastries called 'Passion cakes'. A really fun bit was where someone produced some cream, honey and wine. There was a silly game that got everybody smeared in the stuff and we all finished up in one big pile with everybody licking and sucking the nearest available body. Eventually everyone slowed down and starting to fall asleep but Roscoe was still going strong, so me and him snuck away somewhere else for a long slow fuck." It was actually Wednesday night before I got sex but she then made it extra special for me and as I lay enjoying the afterglow, Sylvia suggested, "Why don't you come along with me on Friday, I don't mean to join, just for a look round the place. I'd also like you to meet everybody so you'll have a better picture in your mind when I tell you stuff. They all want to be introduced to you and Mia in particular is eager to see you again." It was the last few words of that sentence which tilted the balance, so Friday found me at the Earth Magic HQ with my promiscuous wife taking me round and making introductions. I shook hands with the four subsidiary males and then we moved on but after speaking to Mia and Karen they fell into step behind. Roscoe suddenly appeared and made a big show of greeting me but after pleasantries were exchanged he took hold of Sylvia's arm, saying something about borrowing my lovely wife for a while. On cue the other two ladies linked arms with me for a conducted tour of the outbuildings and grounds. After viewing the large barn, stables and facilities for keeping both pigs and sheep, I could see a lot of potential. As we re-entered the main building, Karen broke away and immediately Mia pulled me through a door into an empty bedroom. Next moment she had placed my hand on her breast, wrapped a leg round behind mine and pushed her warm wet tongue into my mouth. My stiff cock was pressing into her, my heart was pounding and my only thought was how quickly I could get her onto the very inviting bed. Alas, after no more than two minutes of that lava like passion, Karen reappeared to say laughing, "Put him down Mia, you don't know where he's been." We left the room and continued down the corridor with me still walking awkwardly. At the next doorway Mia put a finger to her lips indicating silence and pulled me into another bedroom - but this time Karen came too. Also the bed was occupied. I could tell straight away that the woman engaged in rampant sex was my wife and although the face was hidden it was obvious that the male must be Roscoe. She was on her back with spread legs in the air and her heels resting on his shoulders. He was raised up on his knees, pulling almost clear then plunging back home, each thrust provoking an ecstatic shriek. His cock was incredibly long and thick and it seemed impossible that something that size could disappear so completely. We viewed for perhaps five minutes and then I was pulled reluctantly back outside. "Isn't Sylvia a lucky girl," Mia enthused, "Both me and Karen do know exactly what it feels like. You're a man but pretend that you're female and try to imagine how wonderful it feels to have something so big, right up inside you." "It's the most amazing sensation in the world," Karen confirmed, "My Keith understands why I deserve to experience that and so does Brian with Mia." "Once you become a member you're allowed to watch as much as you like," Mia explained, then reaching down she squeezed my crotch two or three times and said sexily, "And there are other benefits. " In a bit of a daze I found myself at a barbeque area where the two girls sorted me out for food. They also kept me occupied with sexually charged banter until Sylvia appeared some ten minutes or so later. From the knowing smile on her face I guessed that she was aware that I had seen her copulating. We left after another half an hour and although nothing was said on the ride home I could tell that she was bubbling inside. My liberated wife managed to contain herself until we were in the bedroom but then, sitting cross-legged on the bed, she enthused, "Isn't he totally spectacular. I'm so glad that you've seen him in action because it must make you understand a lot better. I wish you could just sit and gaze at that beautiful cock while it is perfectly still because I'm sure you'd soon become every bit as enthralled by it as I am." I did not know what to say so I concentrated on pushing her back and manoeuvring my dick into position for entry but Sylvia had more to say. "I'd been half planning to invite Roscoe round here one night so we could give you a full demonstration. I was convinced that once you'd seen that you would want to become a full member too." "You don't need to because I am going to join," I heard myself say. Sylvia was delighted and proceeded to reward me in the most appropriate way. She naturally assumed that it was the thought of seeing her being taken to sexual nirvana by Roscoe's oversized phallus which had convinced me but in fact, it was the prospect of closer acquaintance with dark eyed Mia's pneumatic body that was really the deciding factor. It was arranged that my induction would take place two weeks hence and both my wife and I booked a fortnight's holiday, which we planned to spend at the big house as live in members, after the ceremony. During the first week of waiting we had some form of sex every day but from the Saturday preceding my big day, Sylvia pulled the plug. I was still allowed to give her oral and unlimited touching but penetration was out as was any form of release for me. She said she was acting under orders and that the purpose was for me to build up my reserves of sexual energy. Although it was far from easy, with a surfeit of sex in store, I was happy to go along. My big day finally arrived. Sylvia drove me to the Earth Magic big house and gave me a long loving kiss before we exited the vehicle. Her last words were 'Good luck'. As we reached the door, Karen and Mia emerged to take charge of me, one on each side. They were both wearing simple voluminous garments in an opaque material that stretched from neck to foot, with only simple arm holes. The apparel was completely shapeless except that the thin fabric clung enticingly to the contours of their bodies as they moved. I was led into a room where a table stood waiting. The girls started undressing me, slapping my hands when I tried to assist, and when naked I was told to hop up and lie on the table. After a week of restraint, looking down I was pleased that my erect prick was nothing to be ashamed of. At that point two younger males entered each carrying what looked like large physicians mortars. Puzzlingly they were dressed in identical fashion to the females. Karen and each Mia took a bowl and the purpose became clear when they produced oversized shaving brushes and started to lather me all over. It felt rather nice and I relaxed into the sensation, until out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter and Gordon approaching again, this time brandishing cut throat razors. I tried to sit up but was firmly held down with the warning to lie very still or else I might get cut. Although I managed to remain relatively calm, when the two barbers started to work in the genital region panic began to set in. Mia was standing above my head with hands lightly resting on my shoulders but at this point she lifted the hem of her garment above waist height to reveal a nest of sparse, soft brown hair clinging to the juncture between her perfect thighs. The lips of her vagina were slightly open and for the length of the pale slit I could clearly see traces of moisture. Then, very slowly, she inserted two fingers inside her cunt, finger fucked herself a few times before reaching out to push the glistening fingers into my eager mouth. Very soon after, I had to roll over but this only improved my view. Mia kept her private parts exposed for my pleasure and while Peter and Gordon investigated every nook and cranny, denuding me of body hair with meticulous pleasure, she undulated her hips tantalisingly, scant inches in front of my face. When the two gays had finished their task and left, Karen took over, rubbing me down with baby oil. However, when she started to oil my cock it suddenly began to spasm ominously. With barely a change of pace, she solved the problem with a rather vicious flick, delivered from thumb and forefinger. But while Karen was dousing my passion, Mia continued to inflame it. She had resumed playing with herself and from time to time reached out to let her fingers just brush my eager outstretched tongue. Sportingly I submitted to having a blindfold put on but in an instant everything changed. I realised that the razor wielders were back but this time it was to fix me up with a belt. Then a cord was fixed round my cock and balls from above and this apparently had cloth attached. Suddenly my whole genitalia was pulled roughly back between my legs and held in that extremely uncomfortable position by the fixings on the back of the belt. I was forced into a crouch position and urged forward into some kind of container with orders not to stand until I had counted to a hundred. The container was bodily lifted and carried forward and the moment it was set down I was aware someone clambered on top. On reaching the required number I started to rise and as I emerged from the container, the blindfold was whisked away. Blinking at the tableau in front of me I realised that my head was between Karen's large thighs. I later found that she was playing the Mother Goddess, complete with large lipstick accentuated nipples. Peter and Gordon had pale pastel green skin and pointed ears so I deduced that they were meant to be pixies, sprites (or possibly Vulcans). Both had their dicks decorated with luminous paint with the knobs bright red, shafts green and balls a brilliant cobalt blue. Almost as spectacular, Brian and Keith were disguised as Satyrs. They were wearing modified high heel shoes to simulate hooves and displaying exaggerated hairy genitals which hung down well below their knees. Sylvia and Mia as naked nymphs played the role of handmaidens to Roscoe in his capacity as ruler of the forest. His cock and balls looked almost as grotesquely large as the Satyrs but I knew that his were the genuine article. A disembodied, rather over the top voice, announced, "Welcome to your rebirth David. Now starts the process of development during which you will learn to obey and appreciate all the laws of nature." The pixies and satyrs moved forward to fold back the front of the container and lift me bodily clear of the symbolic birthing chair. I was carried to a kind of throne and then plonked down rather carelessly causing my constricted testicles to be trapped under the weight of my body. By the time that the rush of tears had cleared from my ears there was sexual activity in progress everywhere I looked. Sylvia and Mia were lasciviously licking opposite sides of Roscoe's cock, happily tangling tongues when they reached the crown at the same time. To one side Brian was enthusiastically fucking Karen while she swallowed her husband's cock and right of me Peter and Gordon gave a striking demonstration of alternative sex. Peter was bent supply forward grasping an ankle with either hand allowing Gordon to step up behind and impale him with his long, thin, very stiff, multi-coloured penis. I looked back to find that Roscoe was now forcefully humping Mia but was surprised to find that my wife had switched to happily sucking the smaller girls breasts, as if such Sapphic activity came quite naturally to her. I was engrossed watching but at that moment the ethereal voice over declared, "As a helpless infant you must grow accustomed to your parents rutting near you, mostly together but sometimes with friends." It was at that point that I discovered that my wrists were secured to the arms of my 'throne'. When looking down I was also disconcerted to see that my genitals appeared to have completely disappeared and all that remained was skin, stretching down between my legs. Taking the voice as a signal everybody stopped and clustered around me. As they lifted me down to the ground I found Mia by my head, one pert tit pressed against my face with the thrusting nipple still wet from Sylvia's saliva. I felt fingers fumbling at my waist and then I found that the cloth constraining my genitals came free, allowing my cock to spring back forward. The relief was incredible. Can I recommend not getting an erection with your cock strapped backwards underneath your body. Unfortunately that release was of very short duration, because while the males held me down, giggling females produced bags of ice which they quickly packed round my cock and balls. Fortunately, that agonising experience lasted little more than a minute before the bags were whipped away and my wife moved forward to efficiently snap a chastity device in place. After securing the lock, she kissed the key then handed it to Roscoe for him to hang nonchalantly round his neck. The informing voice now told me, "You are about to relive your puberty, that period of your life when you desperately want sex and seem never able to get it but when every slight touch and taste gives infinite pleasure." One cue everybody now moved away, to resume whatever copulation they had been engaged in, leaving me lying abandoned on the floor. Sylvia, Mia and Roscoe were lying on piles of cushions, engaged in a vigorous FFM with Brian's wife on the receiving end of his powerful thrusts. Feeling unobserved I edged closer and then closer still but I had hardly settled in the better vantage position when he brought that stage of events to an explosive conclusion, pumping many jets of jism into her receptive twat. . There was no lingering to enjoy the afterglow because the moment he pulled clear, Mia leapt up and sprinted over to me, while Sylvia grabbed his cock to lick it clean and encourage it back to full stiffness. The girl who had so enjoyed teasing me earlier now crouched beside me, grinning and asking how I had enjoyed watching. Due to both her position and the sex, her cunt gaped open with signs of ejaculation very much in evidence. "You can lick me now, I know how much you wanted to before," she said with a mischievous smile. The idea suddenly no longer seemed so compulsive. I shook my head and instead muttered, "I wanted to fuck you." "You will eventually but not while you're still like a little boy," she said, "The moment that your pubes grow back, I promise I'll be one of the first. In the meantime you can do anything else that you want to me. Why not start by having a play with my tits, I'd love you to suck my nipples and I bet you would too," she suggested pushing them closer to my face. That started a session of squeezing, sucking and lots of kissing. I was in heaven and this was not spoiled by the fact that, barely three feet away, Roscoe was busy giving my wife a dose of what Mia had just received. After some minutes Mia pulled back and reached down to finger fuck herself but instead of masturbating to climax she withdrew her cum and juice coated fingers and proffered them to me. I again declined the treat upon which she licked them clean herself before saying, "You can put your fingers in there too you know." I jumped at the chance and she felt wonderful inside, squishy, silky and burning hot. I would happily have kept my fingers in there forever but eventually Mia pulled them out and pushed them up towards my mouth. I tried to turn my head away but she insisted, "You're being very silly. I know what's putting you off but it only improves the taste. Tell you what, if you lick one side of your fingers I'll lick the other." Unable to avoid the 'bargain' I conceded, only to find that the resistance was completely in my mind. Very quickly I found that the fingers were all in my mouth. From there, inevitably, with gentle urging, my head was soon between her thighs avidly licking away. Enveloped in the triple sensation of touch, taste and smell, I became removed from both time and place. Even when the cunt in front of me was removed, I continued to lick futilely at the air until it was replaced by a different one, bearing a fresh load of semen for me to suck. My eyes were closed but the accompanying familiar aroma told me that it was my wife that I was servicing. In one sense I was on home ground but this was completely different from anything I remembered. From a dim distance I heard Sylvia say in a pleased voice, "I do think our boy is going to make it." I think it was sheer lack of breath that caused me to eventually slow down and we moved to a large soft couch where I had a pair of nubile breasts pressing into me on each side, while the two girls split their time between kissing me and kissing each other. At one point Sylvia glanced down and exclaimed, "Oh my." I followed her gaze to see that a long thick strand of pre-cum was dangling from the end of the chastity device and puddling on my thigh. In the same moment, she scooped it up until hanging in loops from her finger, then put it in her mouth. Grinning at the other girl, she said," I wish I'd know that he could produce this delicious stuff in such quantity a long time ago." That interlude ended with them topping up my tumbler from the punch bowl and then wandering off looking for stiff cocks in need, leaving me alone but emotionally drained. Sylvia quickly snagged Brian and they settled down to screw not far from me, with him pistoning away between her legs as if his life depended on it. Strangely I felt a greater surge of jealousy seeing a mere mortal fucking my wife than watching the godlike Roscoe doing exactly the same thing. The copulation was of only short duration and when they parted it was he who headed in my direction not her. He made a detour past the refreshment table and tossed me a can of lager as he approached, saying, "I'd steer clear of the punch in your situation, if I were you. They put something in it to keep everybody randy and by tomorrow morning you'll feel as if your balls are about to explode. How's it going by the way?" "My wife was initiated last week and it seems like everybody in the world fucked her but at my initiation, I'm the only one not allowed to fuck," I complained, "Why is that?" "I can only quote from the book. 'A female is like a fertile field ready to be ploughed any time but males are the seed bearers and that seed needs to be nurtured, not cast willy-nilly on the ground." "Do you go along with that? I mean, you're a member so how do you like the life?" "I wouldn't go back to how I was, that's certain but I do admit that it is not always easy. I've got my mind right now but I still rebel sometimes, and get punished for it. The vital thing is to switch sexual focus away from your dick and on to your mouth and tongue," Brian said sincerely. "I think I'd prefer to walk away." "Do that and you will lose your wife for certain," he warned. "I can already see that she is hooked on the life and she's always going to want more than you can give." "What about you and Mia?" I asked. "I only got into this in the first place because I fancied extra pussy," he admitted. "Mia loves to fuck and she had already cheated on me twice so I knew she'd be putting it around as well but I never dreamed that other men's cocks would be up her a lot more than mine. Now, I don't really mind Roscoe because he does have that mouth wateringly large organ but visitors from other communes and using sex to get discount from traders still bothers me, especially when it puts extra restrictions on me." The Farmers Market "It all seems very unbalanced, why do you and Keith put up with it?" "Because it's the law of nature," he said simply. "Loads of different species, notably stags, walruses and gorillas, have one alpha male who breeds with every female in the herd, while all the other males form a bachelor group and have to get their jollies that way. The setup here follows that pattern but without being quite so rigid. We put up with it because it's what Mia and Karen want, and that's because Roscoe fucks them both at least once every day. Me and Bri get what's left." "How the hell does Roscoe manage that?" I asked thinking of my own recuperative capability. "He's naturally extra virile but he also has permanent access to a powerful aphrodisiac. Cuckolds only get it issued for special occasions, like now. It isn't as bad as it sounds because there are a lot of consolations. Like I said, I wouldn't want my old life back now even if I could. " "I don't think he can make me submit so easily," I told him. "Say that again in a fortnight. Stuck in your cock cage with stiff cocks and fucking everywhere you look, you'll be a blubbering wreck by then, doing everybody's bidding and getting a compulsive desire to swallow other men's cum. That device broke me; if it hadn't been for Peter and Gordon I think I might have gone mad." "How did they help," I had to ask. "Gordon has a way of making you ejaculate that doesn't directly involve your dick. You may not actually like it but it certainly relieves the pressure." I was puzzled. "How does he manage that?" Brian grinned. "He massages your prostate with the end of his cock." Aghast I shook my head violently say, "No, never." "Don't knock it until you've tried it," Brian smiled, seeming very relaxed within himself. "What actually happens when this damn thing is removed," I asked, half expecting this to be secret information." "That's your big day and you rule. It's built up into a big event with all the members there to watch," he said. "You are plied with drink and covered with garlands, even a crown. Forget what your stamina used to be, when that thing is first removed I bet you wont get within six inches of a pussy before squirting your cum everywhere. Everybody will laugh but don't let that bother you because it always happens and anyway, your dick will be up and ready to go again in only a couple of minutes. For the rest of the day you can fuck anybody you like and no-one is allowed to refuse." I liked the prospect of that and started to say so but Brian hadn't finished. "There is one last hurdle before it comes off," he said. "Before handing over the key Roscoe will insist that you suck his cock first and when I say 'suck' I mean the whole nine yards." Update. It's now six weeks since my initiation and I am writing this back at work. Sylvia has given up her job and spends every day at the commune and I stay there Friday evening through Monday morning. She sleeps with me at home on three nights but often claims that it is her only chance to escape being fucked all the time. Waiting for my pubic hair to grow back was every bit the ordeal that Brian predicted and there were times when throbbing aching balls almost drove me crazy. Peter and Gordon turned out to be nice considerate guys when I got to know them. During the summer, nudity is the rule everywhere except in the shop and frontal grounds of the building. Wearing a chastity device on open display was always embarrassing but when accidentally bumping into tradesmen (or members of the public looking for potions), it was total humiliation. I did seem particularly unlucky in the number of these encounters and was even accused of lurking deliberately. Mia was true to her promise and does seem to have a soft spot for me. She seeks me out deliberately but this is more to engage in a kind of delicious teasing rather than to actually shag. I agree with Brian that there are many sacrifices to be made but the intensity of feelings experienced soon becomes very adductive.