The Quarry
Copyright© 2026 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - The first of a series of five stories about the lives and loves of people who work at a quarry. As usual, I had problems with the codes. No AI was involved in writing this story. The errors are all on me.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Age Gap Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Paranormal Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting
I was working in my office when Sally buzzed and said I had a visitor. When she opened my door and I saw who it was, I remembered him immediately. It was Randolph Scott! He is the developer who Frank had sold the property to when he bought the concrete company.
Randolph is tall, maybe 6’ 2”. He is in good shape for a man of his age, maybe 55 years old. His face and arms are tanned from time spent in the sun on one of his golf courses in south Florida. I shake his hand and offer him a seat.
“What brings you back to our neck of the woods,” I ask him.
“Well to be brutally honest, I got bored. My wife died about a year ago. My development in south Florida is about finished. My son and his new wife are running it now. I got tired of playing golf with a bunch of retirees. I came here looking for another opportunity like the one Frank sold me. I think I have found it.
When I developed that sub-division, I tried to buy the orange grove next to it, but the owner would not sell. I stopped by last week and found out that he had died. His son is running the farm, but he wants to move to the west coast for some reason. He is willing to sell. I made him an offer and he accepted it yesterday. I have an attorney named Tony Green handling the closing for me and when I asked about Frank, he told me he had died. I understand that you and Leslie are the new owners. I thought I would stop by and see if we could come to the same arrangements as before. Meaning, you guys handle the dirt and concrete needs for the development. I was surprised that we never had one problem. The mix was always correct, and your deliveries were always on time. That is rare in this day and age.”
“I give my husband, Leslie, credit for that he is a stickler for perfection.”
We talked another ten minutes and he asked where Leslie was and I told him he had driven to Ocala to pick up a part for the rock crusher. I called him on the phone to ask when he would be back to talk to Mr. Scott and was told to take him to lunch and he would meet us at the restaurant. I cover the phone and asked if he would like to go to lunch and on hearing yes, I told Leslie and we chose a restaurant. Ironically, it was one of Frank’s favorites. I offered to drive and he accepted. When he opened the door for me, I noticed him looking at my legs. My skirt rode up to the top of my hose. I still wear thigh highs and never panty hose. Frank hated panty hose.
Again, as we walked into the restaurant, I noticed him looking at me. We were seated towards the back at a table for four since I told the hostess that we were expecting another.
Randolph looked across the table at me and said, “I can tell why Frank was in love with you. You are beautiful.”
I blushed and looked directly into his eyes and asked why he thinks that Frank was in love with me?
“Let me be honest. I heard rumors when I was working on that sub-division years back. It was rumored that you were sleeping with Frank, you know cheating on your husband. Was it true?”
I look directly into his eyes, “I have never cheated on my husband and never will. But yes, I fucked Frank. Leslie and I had many threesomes with Frank over the years. I loved Frank and so did Leslie. Now before you get any wrong ideas about Leslie. He is not gay and neither was Frank. I enjoyed having them both at the same time and I miss that to this day.”
He says, “So you and Leslie are swingers?”
“Hell no. I have made love to two men in my entire life. Leslie and Frank. I love both men but differently. Leslie is my soulmate and my first love. Frank was the man who brought me out of my shell. He changed the way I look, my make-up, my clothes, even the way I act around people are all due to Frank. I was brought up in a very religious home. My parents controlled me totally. The way I dressed was the way my parents dictated. My sex life before Frank was vanilla. So was Leslie’s’ for that matter. We both miss Frank deeply.”
Randolph sat and looked at me for a minute. “I bet Frank had a big dick and Leslie is smaller. Am I right?”
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