The cottage was just as they imagined as they pulled up on the gravel by the rose covered arch around the front door. It was a small, quaint building nestled into the side of a hill, next to a working farm and surrounded by the vast expanse of Dartmoor. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of earth and livestock. They had left the kids at their cousins and were looking forward to a couple of days alone together. George, his grey hair gleaming with the last of the sun's rays helped Marcy with the bags. Her voluptuous figure and ample breasts made every movement seductive in the floral mini-dress she was wearing for him. She had already made George hard on the drive up with her luscious pale thighs and bosom, now he felt more aroused by her with every step she took.
Marcy's eyes lit up as they entered the cottage, the low ceilings and uneven floorboards adding to its charm , it was just what they had hoped for. “Oh look!” She called out with delight at the sight of the claw-footed free standing tub in the bedroom, already preparing for a relaxing soak. Her enthusiasm was a little dampened when the water from the tap ran cold.
"George, the water's cold" she called out to him as he was organizing the kitchen.
"No worries, I'll message the owner" George replied, scrolling through his phone for for the farmer they rented the place from. "It's probably just a valve or something” George thought to himself as he fumbled round with the pipes under the boiler, waiting for the farmer to reply to his text.
The farmer, a towering figure of rugged masculinity let himself in though the open door and startled George a little “I'm Tom” he said in a strong Devon accent . Tom, was the picture of rural charm, with muscular arms and a chest that looked like it had been carved from the very oak forests around the property. He politely but firmly asked George to step aside so he could take a look. George, feeling a little inadequate watched on as the farmer fixed the problem by turning the power on right underneath the sign that said 'switch on here'. Tom laughed and slapped George on the back jovially saying “Thats ok, my lad, always worth reading instructions! Now let me just check the thermostat in the bedroom” and off he strode.
George stood there for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed, but also a little aroused. He sometimes felt this in the presence of confident and assertive men, it was a pleasant submissive feeling which led to him confessing to Marcy of his conflicting desire to be made to watch her with another more masculine man, preferably with a big cock. As George stood there daydreaming he suddenly realized Marcy was naked in the bedroom and that's where Tom was heading when he heard her shriek.
The farmer, a little shocked himself got an eyeful of Marcy's full curvy figure and large rounded breasts before he quickly averted his eyes and apologized, explaining who he was and that he just needed to check the thermostat. Marcy grabbed a tiny towel that barely covered her large breasts and neatly trimmed bush. She looked up at the handsome farmer as her husband appeared behind him blushing “Its my fault! I didn't tell him you were in here!” George exclaimed. Despite her shock, Marcy couldn't help but feel a little aroused at but for a tiny towel, being naked in the same room as her husband and another man, a handsome looking man too.
She defused the situation and in a friendly tone said “Oh you might as well go ahead and check it whilst your here then” She realized that this was a rare opportunity to tease George with his biggest fantasy, and it was all of his own doing leaving her exposed like that anyway! She stood there, semi-naked, chatting with the farmer and learned that Tom was divorced and lived there alone since the kids had gone to Uni which helped put her more at ease with the situation knowing he was single.
After a short time, the farmer turned the tap on, filling the bath with hot steaming water.
“Once again my apologies for the rude intrusion” he said “I've checked everything and it all looks fine, George just hadn't turned the boiler on” Tom said smiling.
“Not like my husband to not read the instructions properly” Marcy joked and they both laughed at George who smiled looking embarrassed.
“Now you go on and enjoy your lovely bath miss, and if there is anything you need, just message me”
“Thank you so much” she said cheerily
He started to leave but stopped and added “I hope you'll forgive me for saying so miss, but you are a most handsome lady and your husband is a very lucky man!”
And with that he ducked his hulking torso under the old wonky door frame and strode away.
They stood there a moment listening to the sound of the front door close and Tom's footsteps crunching into the distance on the gravel path. She had a guilty but naughty look on her face once she was alone with her husband again and she noticed that George had a very hard erection sticking up in his shorts. She wasn't mad at George “I think you let him walk in on me like that on purpose” she said playfully reaching out to rub his erection. “Is he the type of man that you imagine me fucking?” Marcy asked. George had confessed his desires to her many times and Tom did fit the profile very well, a tall single mature handsome brute of a man. “He had quite a big bulge in his tight jeans” she teased continuing to rub George's cock to motivate him to give her a good fucking. “Isn't that your nasty little fantasy? To watch me with a bigger man?” Almost without warning George groaned, his knees buckled and he came in his pants. “Oh dear, someone got a little over exited” she said a little disappointed watching a dark wet patch appear in his shorts “You better clean yourself up while I have my bath and perhaps we can try again later”.
George got changed as Marcy soaked in the tub, “Would you mind popping out to the shop for me?” she said out of the blue, “I've forgotten a few things that I really need”, George agreed, feeling a bit guilty at cumming so quickly and wanting to make it up to her. It was nearly an hour round trip to the nearest shop, through the narrow bendy country lanes and it was dark by the time he got back to the cottage. He had been thinking about her the whole time and he was hard again now, ready to rip her knickers off and ravage her when he got back.
The cottage windows glowed a warm light in the darkness as he parked the car in the drive and walked toward the cottage. As he got closer he witnessed a sight he would never forget. In the warm glow of the living room, sitting on the sofa, he saw the naked bulk of Tom the farmer relaxing on the sofa. Sitting beside him, in a sexy red negligee, with her head bobbing up and down in Tom's lap, was Marcy.
Tom had popped round to check on the boiler was still working and she had opened the door in her sexy negligee thinking it was George returning. They chatted and flirted a little, the farmer joking about what her husband would think and she ended up telling him about George's secret fantasy to watch her with another man. One thing had then led to another.
As George watched through the window, his heart was racing, he felt helpless and completely aroused watching his wife brazenly sucking the farmers cock. The farmer was sat there relaxing, his arm casually groping her ass under the hem of her nightwear, he looked very comfortable and had clearly made himself at home. George was transfixed watching his wife's mouth so tenderly pleasuring the farmers cock. It was much bigger than his own He watched through the window for a little while longer then decided to join them “Oh, George, I hope you don't mind but me and your Marcy are just getting a little better acquainted” Tom said grinning. “Why don't you take your clothes off and watch, there's a good boy”. George did as he was told and sat naked on the sofa opposite with his dick in hand. Marcy had stopped sucking the farmer now and was kissing him with her hand still wrapped around his big shaft. She kept looking at George encouraged by him clearly enjoying the show.
After a while of wanking Toms big cock and kissing him, the farmer told her to “get on top”. She obeyed him and stood up in front of Tom with her ass facing George. She pulled her red lacy knickers down and threw them at her husband who eagerly sniffed and cherished them as he jerked and watched. She proceeded to straddle Tom on the sofa grabbing hold of his big bare eight-inches to make sure it was aligned with her hole then she lowered herself onto it inch by inch. She was wet and horny so it slid in snug with a bit of effort, nice and deep all the way down to his balls. She was getting a few inches more than George could give her now and it had made a big difference as it stretched her pussy out. As she got used to the size of him deep inside her she upped the tempo and started grinding down on him. George was mesmerized by the motion of her ass as Tom grabbed her hips and pulled her back and forth in an increasingly fast rhythm.
After a while of her grinding down hard on him like that, they could tell she wasn't far from Cumming. Tom stopped and told her to turn around so her husband could “get a proper look” She gently slid off him then turned to face George. She was still wearing her negligee but her big pale tits were hanging out with hard wet nipples after tom had been sucking and manhandling them. She lowered herself onto his big shaft again and began grinding. This time George could see the look of sexual intensity on her face, her big tits bouncing around, the grinding of her pussy on his dick back and forth. He saw Toms hand reach around from behind to rub her clit and he could tell she was going to cum. After a time she cried out a number of times as she came on the farmers big cock. At the same time Tom began to grunt and pant like a beast and George could only watch his big cock unloading into his wife. They sat still for a moment, gathering their breath then she carefully slid off the farmer and as she did so a huge wad of sperm flooded out of her well fucked pussy.
Marcy sat next to Tom looking very well fucked and satisfied as Tom gave her a big kiss and told her how sexy she was. George looked at his wife, her negligee pulled down and her tits exposed, her well fucked pussy on display all red and gaping wide open from Toms big cock, still leaking the farmers cum. It was too much for George who leaned forward and squirted five or six big shots of cum all over the coffee table. “Good Boy” they said laughing and sent him off to fetch some towels. As George returned from the bathroom, he wondered with some nervousness, what else was in store, this was only the first night of a long weekend on the farm. |
