Farmer in the Dell


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, .

Desc: Sex Story: Gentleman farmer comes in early from the fields

Mopping at the sweat and dust on his face, Pete looked up into the hard, bright late morning sky. "Damn," he thought, "this ain't going to cut it today. Fuck the damn farm! When a guy don't feel right, he don't feel right. Should of stayed home from the office yesterday. But no-o-o, old mister tough nuts won't let a frigging cold keep him from the job. Damn it to hell! But there's nothing that HAS to be done this weekend. And I can leave the goddamn tractor out here overnight. Won't be the first night it's spent in the open. Won't be the last, either."

Giving the immobile tractor a nasty glance and the wheel a half-hearted kick the man turned and headed toward the white farmhouse, several hundred yards away.

He and Susan were living on the farm he'd picked up, cheap. His wife wanted to start a small business, making craft soaps and essences out of natural products. On their twenty acres he was growing strawberries, raspberries, lavender and a whole pot load of other herbs. During the growing season it took up most of Pete's time to keep it growing right. Susan did a lot during the week, but he didn't think it right or safe for her to do the heavy stuff.

Pete wasn't very big, 5 foot 7 and 160 lbs., but it was all solid muscle. A good thanks to that was from the farm. His wife of five years was 5 foot 3 and 100 lbs. after he fished her out of the creek. The brown haired lovely wasn't very big. And he had to admit she wasn't all that pretty, but DAMN she was sexy. Some women weren't classic beauties, but they just dripped sex appeal. Susan was one of them.

Cussing the upset stomach and headache that was driving him in, Pete trudged slowly back to the house, his boots sinking deep into the rich soil. He was feeling sorry for himself the whole time. The good part, if there was any, was the way Susan was going to fuss over him once he got back to the comfort of their home. She was good to him, and he was so lucky to have her.

Stepping around the end of the garage he was surprised and happy to see Randy's black sports truck parked up close to the door. He wasn't going anyplace today, but Randy already knew that. Still, they could watch a ball game while Susan was fussing. Maybe the day wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Pete pulled off his boots on the back porch before opening the door into the mudroom. After cleaning the muck off them he placed them neatly in their place in the corner. It was good to get the heavy things off. Padding barefoot into the bright yellow kitchen with its oak finished cupboards he was surprised Susan wasn't there. It was after 10:15 and late in the morning for her not to have her housework done. Usually he'd expect to find her sitting at the kitchen table with its bright floral printed tablecloth. Maybe she wasn't feeling so good, either. Or more likely she was chatting with Randy in the living room before his best buddy walked out into the field to see him where he had been driving that goddamn tractor. He was too bleary headed to come up with an answer. He'd find out in a moment anyway.

Unbuttoning his shirt as he went, he walked through the kitchen to the living room and on into the hall leading to the bedrooms. He was going to change clothes before he sat and rested. The way he was feeling, once he sat down he wouldn't be getting up again for a bit. His head was feeling full of cobwebs, and he wanted to be ready to just relax when he sat.

Randy and Susan weren't in the living room either. Not giving a thought to why, Pete continued down the hall past what was going to be the kids room, then past his den on his way to the master bedroom. The bedroom door was open and Pete walked in on his stocking feet before noticing the couple on the bed.

Well, that wasn't quite right. Susan was on the bed, her prized wedding bell quilt rucked up underneath her. She was kneeling on all fours, her ass in the air and buck-naked. Randy was standing next to the bed behind her. He was just unbuttoning the cuffs of his blue denim shirt, which now was open and hanging from his arms. His jeans and bright red jockey underpants were down around his ankles. His nice sized cock was buried in Pete's wife's quim.

Ol' Randy was working that quim pretty good, too, especially considering he was doing it while taking off his shirt. It looked like the couple had sprinted into the bedroom to get started. Susan's blouse was on the floor by the door, her bra half way to the bed, and her jeans and panties were in a tumbled pile on the floor beside the bed atop her shoes. She was still wearing her white ankle socks.

Pete froze in mid-stride. His shirt now was hanging from his hand and he dropped it on the floor. Standing stock-still, his mouth open, he watched that big old cock of Randy's pump in and out, back and forth, in his wife's cunt. Susan was moaning and whimpering, her ass shaking and pumping back, hard as she could, at his best friend's cock.

"Jesus," he thought, "a friend wouldn't be doing that. That's not my best friend. The son of a bitch isn't even a friend. He's treating me like a sucker. Wonder how I missed what was going on?"

Watching silently, unnoticed by the busy couple, Pete noted his cock wasn't trying to bust out of his britches. He'd never bought that crap he read on the Internet about ol' hubby getting a hard-on when he saw his wife getting it on with someone else. Instead, it felt like his big soldier was trying to hide. He could feel it shriveling as he watched.

"Fuck me, you big dicked fucker!" moaned Susan. "Deep, deeper darlin', the way I like it! Real hard, now!"

"Whose cunt is this, slut-babe? Who owns you now?" rasped Randy as he shoved himself into the woman kneeling before him, then held it still and deep for a moment while a little cum quivered its way through Susan's body.

"Yours, Randy. Always yours," she gasped. "You know that! Now give me another of those big cums, you nasty fucker!!"

"Your fucking wish is my command to fuck, whore-child," Randy ground out as he began jack hammering into the gash being split by his cock.

"Oh, God! Randy! If it wasn't for our Saturday morning fucks, sometimes I don't think life would be worth living."

"Hey, what's wrong with my buddy Pete. How come he doesn't take care of you?" asked Randy.

"He does, lover, he does. Just that I need your big cock, too." There was a short pause as Randy stirred his rod deep inside her. The two savored the big meat filling her hole. "Maybe if I didn't keep him so busy on the farm, he'd have time for some nookie on the weekend, but the poor fucker is usually too tired by Saturday night to give me what I need. Sure glad I got you to fill in."

"You keep telling me that, sweet cheeks. I just feel it hard to believe he wouldn't be spending all his time satisfying you."

Pete must have stood there at least ten minutes before Susan screamed, shoving her ass back against Randy's groin. At the same time, Randy shoved himself forward, standing on tiptoe to get more of himself into the woman kneeling before him. Pete watched as Randy's butt clenched rhythmically and he shot himself deep into Susan's body.

Susan fell forward onto the bed, sated from the cum, Randy collapsed atop her, his cock still buried inside Pete's wife. Pete wordlessly turned and walked out of the bedroom.

The first thing he did was head into the hall bathroom. There he closed the door before kneeling over the toilet and tossing his breakfast into the spotlessly clean porcelain bowl.

Kneeling there, his mouth tasting like vomit, he tried to piece together what he had just walked in on. This obviously wasn't the first time. It was a regular, planned Saturday morning occurrence.

How long had this been going on? Since the fields dried out enough for him to get into them, he had been spending every Saturday morning, usually until 2 or 3 PM out there. That was four months ago.

Busting his ass while Randy was busting Susan's ass! Son of a Bitch!

While his "good buddy" Randy was busting his wife's ass!

Bastard! He loved that woman, but she had been routinely fucking him over. This was something a good conversation couldn't fix. She had been cheating on him for months. She'd carefully planned it and until he got sick he had no inkling she didn't love him like she claimed. It might not be true, but it felt like she only wanted him for his paycheck.

She didn't give a fuck what the cheating would do to him. She was just interested in getting her rocks off and not letting him find out.

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