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A Farmer's Wife

by The Bard 08/07/05

"Your body is excited too isn't it?" I probed further "Oh God yes" she moaned.

"What would you like him to do now?"

"Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard" came her answer.

"Do you want to feel his cock thrusting inside you?" I asked and on the word 'thrusting' I pushed my fingers in hard to the second knuckle.

Her body spasmed once and she moaned "Ohh yess. . . Yes. . . Yes please."

"You want that thick, hot, cock pushing deep inside you? Thrusting hard and deep?"

Again my fingers mirror my words but this time her arms rose grabbed my hair as she answered "Oh God yes. Do me now! Fuck me and let me feel all of it!"

Thrusting deep now my finger sank as far as it could but then I held it inside as I drew her to a standing position. "Turn around sit on my lap facing me" I ordered and she did just that. As she turned I released my throbbing cock and the moment she saw it her eagerness to feel it inside was evident.

Quickly she straddled my lap and grasped that blood filled shaft directing it at her pussy, and when I felt the head part those lips I held her hips. It wasn't enough though to prevent her from sinking the head inside but it was to stop her feeling the entire length. I wanted this to be special to make her come differently than I had as a husband and so I held her suspended on only the tip. Her hips flexed and the head slipped out and back in then she grabbed my face kissed me and released all her weight into my hands. Instantly her body took on too much weight for my hands and my cock slammed home.

"Ohhhh" we both moaned into the air, but then a slight movement caught my eye. I looked again and saw it was only the dog but I leaned in and told her "I just saw your husband outside the truck" Her body shook intensely and I felt her pussy actually sucking at my cock and I knew she'd cum. She was biting my collar and a bit of my neck to stave off screaming out but I used the power of my arms to thrust her hips back and forth. This not only triggered my own orgasm but caused her to scream out "OHHHH GODDD" at the top of her lungs. Now normally I loved hearing my wife scream out because of something I'd done, but when she quickly climbed off my lap and said "Mister; you do have something I'll take as a thank you gift!!" and then she swallowed my cock.

It dawned on me when at last our energies were spent that this had been the hottest sex session I could remember save our first meeting and wedding night. The only apparent difference was the fact I was playing someone not her husband, so I asked her plainly if it had been a fantasy of hers.

Imagine my surprise to learn my sweet innocent wife often had fantasies of making love with others. Not only was she curious about size and technique though oh no... She was curious about threesomes, swapping, group sex and even women. "The pleasure of the body" she said "Seems boundless, and deep down I've longed to experience them."

WOW!!! What is a guy to say to that? I suppose in many ways I surprised even myself that day though, for I admitted that often I had fantasies of her with other women both with me as a participant and just a voyeur. I said that although I didn't know if I could handle watching another man please her I did have fantasies of me and another taking her.

We talked more openly after that and actually continued the role playing. Sharing little fantasies of people we saw or scenarios which came to mind. Sometime we pretended to be watching others getting so caught up in their passion our own would take over and sometimes we played at being watched. Realizing there was an audience and not caring. We became bold in our sessions teasing each other in the car, at the movies, and even progressing to the point we played at a friend's house while having dinner.

The sex was amazing and then one day we went out dancing and my darling got a bit tanked. She kept bumping into another lady and at one point it looked like they were going to have an all out battle but before I could act the cashier from our local supermarket intervened. We knew her right away, and although she was only 21 she seemed to instinctively know what to do.

She dragged my wife off to another area of the floor and together they danced. When the song had ended the young cashier hugged my wife, and then together they came back for a drink. My wife introduced her savior, with a smile saying "Honey this is Clarissa did you see how she handled that bitch?" and then leaned over and gave her a tiny hug.

I knew then my wife had way too much to drink, for this was so out of character, not only would she never have said "bitch" in public but she'd never have hugged a practical stranger in a public situation. I tried to introduce the idea of leaving, but my wife pouted and Clarissa said "Oh don't be an ole stick in the mud let her have a bit of fun. Her hand dropped onto my wife's knee squeezed it and she said at least give her one more dance.

Before I had a chance to answer though her arm slipped under my wife's and she continued "Come on I love this song." Again they were off into the crowd dancing away. I saw how with the crush of bodies they would occasionally bump together and how hands would push off hips to break free again. There was talking too but with the music and distance I couldn't hear what was being said I only know my wife's head would tilt back she'd smile and then lower her own lips to Clarissa's ear to respond. It must have been a great conversation though for I watched as it happened again and again and both ladies were sporting wide happy smiles.

When that song ended they slipped away to the bathroom, and after an indomitably long time they finally returned. I saw them exit even though the lights had been dimmed for a slow song but then they rejoined the crush and danced together close. Ohh how my fantasies took hold just then; imagining hands caressing asses and breasts in the dim lights. I imagined them kissing and grinding hips, while whispering sweet nasty thoughts into each others ears. Frankly I got so hot and excited from these two just dancing, that I cursed the end of the song.

Finally though Clarissa brought my wife back to me, and her eyes were a soft dreary glaze. I knew now was the time to take her away. I could see how she was falling asleep and so I bid our young guest a good evening. She smiled a contagious smile and said "You're right its time we went to bed". For a moment I had thought she was flirting? Her eyes sparkled so, but then she asked if I had a cell phone so she might call herself a cab.

She rescued my wife and kept her both happy and out of danger; a drive was the least I could offer wasn't it? Well I did and Clarissa agreed so together the three of us piled into my pick-up. There we were driving along, my wife and the young lady giggling about this or that when suddenly my wife turned and kissed her; square on the lips. Honestly I'm not sure who was the most surprised; Clarissa, my wife or I. Well in any event she didn't object and so my wife kissed her again and this time she kept kissing her.

I felt my cock jerk and begin to grow even though I started to think this was just some desperate rekindling of my earlier fantasy, but with each passing streetlamp I began to realize it was actually happening. There she was my sweet innocent wife actually kissing another woman. I had often fantasized about it but this was so much better. I saw my wife's hand slip across, but in the flash of the next streetlamp I realized it was actually under Clarissa's top.

My cock had swollen across my hips causing me great pain and I desperately tried to keep driving, shift it and watch all at the same time. There was a constant mewling of passionate sounds, moans, groans and what not, and frankly I was going crazy. I wanted to stop; to watch them; to help, but no this was my wife's foray and drunk or not I was determined to let her have the experience as she wanted it. More than that though I feared should I stop, so too would the seduction.

When at last we arrived at Clarissa's home and I had to stop, that was exactly what had happened. They broke apart as though nothing had occurred. My wife thanked her for rescuing her and bid her a good evening, to which Clarissa replied in kind although a bit breathless.

What happened? I just couldn't understand it. One minute they were like animals in heat and now it was as cordial as a meeting with the local pastor. We both watched as Clarissa went to her door and as she inserted the key, but then suddenly my wife turned and said "I need to pee can you wait a moment?"

"Sure no problem" I replied and then my wife was off down the same walk.

I waited and waited and waited, then went to ask what happened. The door was still ajar when I got there so I let myself in and wandered about looking for my wayward wife. As I came upon the young lady's bedroom I froze in my tracks. There was my wife sucking those pert young tits. The cashier's back was arched off the bed and she was moaning. Her blouse and bra were discarded, and her hands were gripping the metal cross supports of her headboard.

From one breast to another my wife's lips shifted each time bringing new moans and squirms. Her own thigh had pushed between those of Clarissa's and the already short skirt was beginning to bunch. I watch in utter fascination as my wife slowly worked her thigh ever higher while her hands and lips consumed this innocence's breasts. She had worked up quite the rhythm kissing squeezing scraping with her teeth causing the thighs to squirm and part and then her own leg would take up the slack.

I watched as soon Clarissa's hips began to rise and fall, knowing that was a sign my wife's leg had made contact and now that hungry pussy was dragging up and down for added stimulation. The young lady's moans and breathing told me she had surrendered and it seemed my wife knew this as well for now she shifted to draw away the last resistant folds of the skirt up over the ass and hips. As she did so I thought my heart would stop for not only did I see the thong, black, sweet, and silk, jammed tightly between the swollen wet folds of her pussy, but I also saw Clarissa's hands moving up under my wife's skirt.

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