Down on the Farm

I burst out laughing; I'd not heard Kate talk like this when she's sober. She'd sometime let her guard down after a few vinos, but sober - this was a first. 'Maybe this could be a first for so many other things too' I found myself wishing.

I stared at the ceiling and remembered some of the fantasies we'd discussed over the years – well, the ones I could remember anyway. Kate's favourite was to be tied up, a helpless maiden in a room of sex hungry males who would have their way with her. She never went into detail; 'have their way with me' was about as detailed as it got.

She sometimes told another fantasy about eating another woman's pussy, whilst explaining that she wasn't a lesbian, or even bi-sexual. I think she enjoyed how I used to describe how eating her pussy was so fantastic that she wanted to try it out.

Then I thought about my fantasies. Group sex with Tina and Steve, a threesome with Tina, a threesome with Steve - watching him fuck Kate whilst she'd suck my cock. And then the gang-bang fantasy.

"A penny for them," Kate whispered.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"A penny for your thoughts," she repeated.

"Ah I was miles away then, just staring at the ceiling, wondering if we'd get a chance to play out a fantasy or two this weekend." Kate thumped me on my chest and we both laughed silently; "In your dreams."

There was a noise in the hallway. Steve and Tina were heading back down the stairs.

"I think we'd better go get some more sun before we lose the afternoon heat," Kate suggested.

"Ok babe," I kissed her again, handed her a tissue to wipe our juices from her soaking pussy and nipped into the bathroom where we freshened up before we headed back up to the sun terrace.

******

The rest of the afternoon started off pretty uneventful; I was certain things would kick off when Kate and I took a lounger each on the terrace. Tina and Steve were talking with Mark, Wendy had gone up to the 'van to put some food in the slow-cooker, and Pete and Jane were quietly sipping rum & coke, soaking up the sun's rays.

I woke up from a slumber as Pete and Jane were getting off their loungers. "Hey I must have dosed off there for a moment."

"A moment? You've been snoring your head off for the last hour," Jane informed me.

"Oh, sorry folks," I apologised. A pause, "Where's Kate?"

"She's just nipped up to see if Wendy needed some help," Jane said picking up a couple of empty glasses from beside her lounger and taking them to a make-shift bar, aka, the refrigerator. There was a tray with a dozen glasses sitting on top of the fridge.

I looked around again, the shadows were getting longer as the afternoon had drawn on, it must have been around 5-ish. "And where's the rest of the crew?"

"I think Tina wend back down the house; she said she had to give her mother a call about something. Not sure where Mark and Steve went to. They've been gone a good 20 minutes."

I felt the tightness of my skin and the heat from sunburn. "I think I might have overdone the sun."

"Here," Jane offered, "let me put more oil on you."

I didn't refuse and started to move to get up. "No, stay there, it will be easier for me."

Jane stood over me. I looked up through my sunglasses and gazed at her neatly shaven pussy. Unlike Kate's and Tina's, Jane's pussy was like a young teenager's, a line from above her clitoris straight through the diamond gap at the top of her thighs, no sign of protruding labia.

"I'm going to see if I can sort that awning out," Pete said as he got up, finished off his R&C and headed through the little trellis entrance gate for the terrace.

"Need any help?" I offered.

"Nah, you chill out; I got this covered."

I was alone with Jane. She wasted no time in getting soothing oil on my face and chest, followed quickly by my legs and feet. I was expecting her to hand me the bottle to complete the task but she didn't. Instead she took an overflowing handful of oil and poured it over my cock and balls. I felt the coolness of the liquid run down between my legs quickly followed by the softness of Jane's touch as she began to massage my genitals.

Instantly I became erect.

"Mmm, I like that," Jane purred. "I like that very much."

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying every second of her attentiveness. She pulled back my foreskin and I felt the slight breeze cooling the head of my cock. Then I felt a hot wetness. I opened my eyes and watched Jane take my cock into her mouth. She instantly deep throated me, engulfing my penis with her nose now buried into my pubic hair on one side and my balls on the other. The taste must have been terrible but it didn't stop her giving me perfect head.

"That's good," I moaned as she lifted her head and then lowered it again. I felt her teeth scrape the head of my cock and then the tip of her nose touch the flesh above my thigh.

I reached over and touched her on her back. Her soft smooth skin felt good under my fingers. I trace circles and moved my hand under her to feel her breast; firm with erect nipple between my fingers. She continued sucking and licking, occasionally pulling away to lick and suck my balls. As she did this I managed to manoeuvre myself and get my hand under her thigh, my fingers now following an imaginary line up to her pussy and ass. I could feel the dampness and her heat as I neared her nether regions. I push a finger into her and it sank without resistance deep into her pussy. I felt Jane moan on my cock, it made me squirm. This was too much, I was too excited, I felt an orgasm rush from within; "I'm cumming" I whispered. Jane didn't flinch as I shot my semen into the back of her throat. On my fingers, I felt her pussy spasm as I came, her wetness now soaked the palm of my hand.

I slowly stroked the line between her vagina and her clitoris.

"No, don't," she whispered. "I need to keep this for later." She didn't explain herself and I didn't ask. She licked my cock dry and then slowly stood, pulling away from my fingers.

Standing over me once again, I looked up at Jane's wet pussy, I so wanted to taste it. "May I at least taste you?"

"No," she replied wagging her finger. "You've already had too much for now."

'Too much for now? What does that mean? Am I getting more later?' I didn't want to think, didn't want to work out the riddle. I just wanted to fuck Jane, or at least, eat her out.

"I'd better put some fresh oil on that for you," she said bending over and taking more oil, gently rubbed it into my swollen, but semi-hard cock. Once again I felt myself getting hard.

"Mmm, a quick turn-around boy eh? I haven't had one this fast since I was 18.

"Well that's the affect you're having on me Jane."

She stood, playfully slapping my cock as she rose up from her bent over poise, then announced, "I'd better go see if Pete needs any help." She gently kissed my lips, gave me a little hug and then I watched as her ass gently rocked from side to side as she walked through the yard and up into the top field.

I was alone on the terrace, my cock slowly losing its hardness, but at the same time holding its swollen appearance.

'So Kate's helping Wendy... I think I'll stay out of Wendy's way, she scares me' I chuckled to myself.

******

Kate thought that it would be good to find out a bit more of Wendy's view on the tryst. Kate is one of those empathic types who don't like to see friction between people. Clearly there was some tension earlier during what appeared to be a heated argument. Kate felt sure that too much information was shared in front of strangers; after all we'd only just met for the first time just the previous day.

She felt the heat from the sun on her breasts as she strolled up the gentle slope of the top field. Pete & Jane's caravan was a large, twin axle unit parked in the top corner. This gave the couple a commanding overview of the site, the backdrop of the valley and distant hills, and mountains of the Brecon Beacons National Park at the head of the valley in the blue-hazed distance.

Just a few yards away and next to Pete & Jane's 'van was Mark & Wendy's outfit. A smaller unit on a single axle, but with the awning fully extended there was more than enough room to set up a luxurious home from home; they too had a fantastic vista from their pitch.

Kate couldn't see any signs of life as she approached Wendy's 'van.

"Hello?" she called; "you there Wendy?"

"Come on in."

Wendy had been reading a magazine, she tossed it onto a small convenience table at the front of the 'van and fluffed up a couple of cushions indicating where Kate should be seated.

"I just wanted to make sure everything was fine. That was a bit of a blow-up earlier."

"Don't worry about it; we're fine. Nothing like a good fight to get things riled up and then afterward, a good old-fashioned make up. I'm sure we do it to each other just for the hell of it sometimes. Our destiny, it is." Wendy smiled as she impersonated Yoda.

"Ok, as long as things between you guys are good."

"Yeah we do this all the time," Wendy assured my wife.

"Tea? Coffee?... Something a little stronger?"

"A cuppa would be great right now," answered Kate, "I think I can give the alcohol a bit of a rest – I don't usually drink and it doesn't take much to go straight to my head."

"Yeah I saw the effect it had on you earlier with Pete's oiling." Kate blushed.

Wendy put the kettle on the burner and pulled a couple of mugs out of a cupboard, tossing teabags and a spoon in each.

"Listen Kate," Wendy's voice lowered and she sounded like she was about to announce an important address, "Mark and me, we're solid as a rock. We put on these tiffs sometimes just to liven up the party. We're good. And if there is a serious argument, then we always make sure we make up before we go to bed."

"Well that's good to hear," Kate said, "you really convinced me and Dave; Tina & Steve too. We were all convinced that you'd fallen out big time. Hell, that's why I came up here, I thought I'd find you packing your stuff and going home early."

"Nah, don't be silly girl. Like I said, it's all just showmanship." Wendy smiled at Kate and poured hot water on to the teabags.

"Milk? Sugar?"

"Just milk please."

They sat quietly as they sipped their hot teas. Shadows were starting to lengthen and the light starting to turn from a blue hue to a more flattering orange glow as the late afternoon was mutating into a very early evening.

"I love this time of day," Kate commented. "The colour of the light just gets better as the sun gets lower."

"Yeah, but we still got a few hours of sun yet, and the weather's been fantastic this weekend. You know, I've noticed the evening colours are different but God knows why," Wendy looked studious as she pondered on her observation.

"Dave's the scientist in our house. He knows all this stuff about sunlight; why it's hotter in the summer and colder in the winter; why we see the moon with the same old man's face on it; he can be a bit of an anorak some times."

The girls laughed, "Yeah I can just see him now, standing outside there in the field in a bright blue anorak, naked underneath... what a sight that would be!" Wendy joked. More laughter.

The girls' conversation continued for a while; Kate thought that perhaps she had summed up Wendy all wrong. She was actually ok; she did have a sense of humour. 'Perhaps she just has a little insecurity; she compares herself and Mark to Jane & Pete – maybe too much competition or jealousy over how they looked' Kate thought as they talked.

They finished their teas and Kate stood to leave; "I'd better see if I can find Dave. He'll be wondering where I am."

"Well if he's looking for you, he'll not have far to go will he? We got the farmhouse, the yard, the top and bottom barns and the terrace... oh yeah two fields too with just a couple of caravans in one of them."

"True," Kate responded, "but I'll still make a move; leave you to finish your magazine and I'll see if Tina needs help sorting out dinner."

"No need, we're having a barbeque; we got all the stuff ready and Steve's going to bring the barbeque burner up in a while. I think we're gathering around 7-ish."

"Ah ok; I didn't know. Ok, well I'll see where he's hiding anyway and then see if Tina needs any chores doing – they've been good to us, letting us stay at the house for the weekend."

Kate thanked Wendy for the tea and strolled down the gently sloping field, admiring the views once again.

She turned into the top yard and saw Mark pulling the barbeque, "Wendy said that Steve was going to bring the barby up later."

"I thought I'd save him a job," Mark wheezed out.

"Do you need a hand with that?"

"No I'm good. Just a few more yards and I'm on the grass; that'll help – these chippings are a nightmare getting trapped in the wheels; you have to drag the barby rather than wheeling it along."

Kate watched as Mark dragged the heavy looking unit into the field and disappear around the corner.

"Now, where is my husband?" she asked herself.

"He's not in here," Steve announced – he was busying himself in the top barn, wiping down lockers and cleaning showers and toilets – they didn't need cleaning, they were spotless already, but he did it anyway, "not seen him for a little while. The last I saw him he was chilling out on the terrace.

"Yeah I've checked there, no sign. He can't be far away."

"Ok, well I'm sure he'll turn up."

I felt totally refreshed after my cool shower. My cock had returned to its normal form and I admired my body in the mirror.

"You ok in there?" shouted Tina through the door.

"Yeah, I'm good, but a little help drying off my back wouldn't go amiss," I replied with a grin on my face.

"Sorry... got more important things to do," Tina's put-down was swift. I laughed to myself.

I brushed my teeth and combed my damp hair. It was still warm and the late afternoon air reminded me that the British summer could always surprise; talk about the British weather was seen as the number one topic of conversation in the UK.

'Well at least I don't have to find anything to wear' I thought with a smile and tidied up the bathroom before heading downstairs and into the kitchen. 'This naked stuff is really growing on me; I hope Kate feels the same way.'

"Ah, there you are," Kate sounded relieved as she walked through the kitchen door.

"I just took a cool shower. I was a bit hot and sweaty so I thought I'd cool myself down a bit."

"Yeah, but if I had taken you up on your offer you'd be all sweated up again," Tina added.

"I only asked if you'd towel my back. It's not like I was asking for anything else," I chuckled. Tina slapped my arm playfully.

"Wendy says there's a barbeque this evening; anything we can do to help?"

"No, they've sorted out the food and Steve's going to take the barby up the field later."

"No need for Steve to bother himself, I just watched Mark drag it up through the yard."

"Ah well, that's another job less for Steve."

The girls made small talk and I sat admiring these two beauties, bearing all for my eyes to feast upon. I found myself staring again and comparing pussies, breasts, nipples, thighs. I wanted them both so bad.

"Hey, close your mouth, you're drooling," Kate joked and Tina agreed.

"I'd better see if Steve needs a hand with anything."

I left the girls to their chatterbox session. As I closed the door I could hear Kate start to share her conversation she had had with Wendy. 'Those two are like sisters,' I told myself as I climbed the step up to the yard.

The sun was still warm even though it had started to lose its burn energy. My skin, clear of any sun oil after the shower, still felt a little tight and I was sure that tomorrow morning I'd feel the heat from the sun's damaging radiation.

I couldn't find Steve in the bottom barn – I thought perhaps Steve would be messing with the pool – the pool no one had yet used. The bottom field was empty too. Up the slope and as I approached the sun terrace I could hear voices. I peered through the side hedge that obscured the terrace from the approaching pathway and could see Pete and Jane were in discussion. Jane's hand was slowly stroking Pete's cock and this was the first time I had seen him fully erect. It was huge; his cock must have been a solid 10 inches with the girth to match. I knew Pete was going to be big judging from his flaccid size, but this was unexpected. It matched any of the big boy dildos advertised on marital toy websites.

Jane was using her spit to lubricate his cock. Between sentences she'd refocus on his cock and take it in her mouth letting her spittle wet the tip and top half of his shaft. Pete continued to chat away as though he was in deep conversation in a bar with his mates rather than being on the receiving end of a hand/blow-job. Anyone might think he was a porn star they way he behaved and with his massive cock.

I watched the couple for a few more minutes before Jane moved and straddled her husband. She slowly lowered herself onto him, his monster-sized cock stretching Jane's opening as it entering her vagina. Jane was holding his shaft as though guiding and controlling the penetration at her own pace. There was a look of discomfort as well as bliss on her face, and she let out a gasp as Pete's cock was now a full 6 or 7 inches deep. From where I stood I had a clear vision of Jane's pussy and Pete's cock. A few more seconds and Jane was now fully impaled on her husband's cock – I couldn't tell whether that was uncomfortable or she was in heaven. She let out a whimper, pausing to adjust to his size. She began to move, rocking her body back and forth. I thought that Jane would have been used to the size of her husband's cock after being with this man for a few years, but clearly she struggled.

Pete had stopped talking now and had closed his eyes to enjoy his wife's pussy as it engorged his cock. It wasn't as exciting to watch as it must have been to be lying under Jane.

Once again, my cock was standing to attention. I scowled myself and decided to let them have their privacy and quietly made my way across the yard to the top barn. I left them to their private moment, remembering how Jane's mouth felt on my cock earlier. I pulled back my foreskin to enhance the moment.

I found Steve in one of the hot tubs. "So this is where you're hiding," I announce my presence as Steve almost jumped out of his skin.

"You gotta take the time to relax when you can," he said when he recovered from his unexpected interruption.

I joined Steve in the tub and we talked about the Farm, Mark & Wendy, Pete & Jane, and finally, our girls.

I shared the essence of the conversation I had had with Kate that morning and was surprised to hear that Steve and Tina had had similar conversations after they had found themselves under similar circumstances.

The conversation was intense and I realised that we had so much more in common than just our friendship. The deeper the conversation went, the more we shared our secrets; secrets that were, up to know, only shared between our respective spouses.

I learned that Steve and Tina had wanted to have sex with Kate and me and Steve heard how I wanted to bed Tina and live out my fantasy of watching Steve fuck my wife.

"Well you never know kiddo," Steve chuckled, "your dreams may just come true."

*****

The early evening sun shared its golden glow with the fields on the opposite side of the valley. In the distance we watched a farmer cut silage and then higher up the hillside another farmer with his sheepdog gather in about thirty or so sheep, shepherding them into a penned area before allowing them, after some inspection, into an adjacent field.