Chapter 5
Jennifer had started up her travel agency in her and Joe's spacious brick home. The news had spread through a sign in the front yard and by word of mouth, and clients had started to find their way in.
But she'd been surprised by their choices of destination. Instead of picking prosaic resorts as she might have expected, almost all of them booked for Mazatlan, St. Tropez, Tangiers, and other exotic, swinging places!
At first, she'd thought it was to provide a contrast to the small town, if only to watch other people who weren't so limited. Then, however, she'd heard them talking about their travel as if it was just an extension of what they were already doing.
Was it really possible that there was a swinging scene right here? Given the outward appearance of things, she could hardly believe it. In a way, though, it did make sense.
So she decided to ask someone. And that person turned out to be a gray-haired farmer of about fifty-five, a man she thought she could trust.
"Excuse me, but why is everyone going to such wild locations?" Jennifer inquired, as she stood with the older guy in her front hall after booking him to Aruba for the next winter.
She was wearing a short, low-necked blue dress that showed off her full, round breasts and her curvy legs to good advantage, although that wasn't really her intention.
"Simple," the man replied readily, his thumbs hooked in his overall straps. "Because they're damn good places to fuck!"
She almost fell over.
"Shame on you," she reacted. "Using language like that. I think I want you to leave now." But he only grinned.
"Aw, shucks," he said. "You just feel that way because you can't imagine someone like me being a swinger. You wouldn't mind a young stud talking like that, but I'm supposed to be different."
The grizzled farmer paused.
"Well, I ain't," he concluded. "You ought to see me on the beach in my thong, with a busty, nineteen-year-old beauty on either arm!"
In spite of herself, Jennifer did look him over now. Actually, his wiry body was good, his skin deeply tanned and his muscles toned by years of outdoor work. She'd seen young "studs" who'd looked worse.
But all her reflection was ended by what he did next. As if to prove everything she'd been suspecting about the small town but hadn't wanted to admit, he casually shrugged off his overalls and let them drop to the floor.
Then, with one more grin, he pulled his cock out of his long underwear and showed her its whole erect, throbbing length!
Her first impulse was to call the town cop. Her second one was to run to the bank and tell Joe they had to move back to the city immediately.
But her third feeling was the one that mattered. It came from between her smooth white thighs, which she found herself involuntarily pressing together. And it came from her pussy, which she found, to her amazement, to be rapidly moistening, even dripping.
Damn it, but this old guy was turning her on like crazy! His cock, too, was the largest she'd ever seen, and she hungered to know what it would feel like inside her.
No wonder he could attract a sexy young woman for either arm!
Was she really going to take this un-likely partner on? What could she ever tell Joe? Or had he already learned the truth about this place, and found an earthy, small-town swinger of his own?
But the farmer settled things for her.
"Young lady," he drawled, "I think you've got an itch, and I can scratch it."
"Oh, yes!" Jennifer heard herself moan.
Then she took hold of his magnificent cock and melted her body against him.
No longer shy in the least, she led him by his love tool to the living room. It was the same place where she and her husband had lately made slow, relaxed love in front of the fire, but this was to be much different. She reflected that she possibly needed wild sex again, after all.
The older guy readily got all the way naked, and his body was muscular and fine. His cock, though, was the remarkable thing, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.
Then he stripped her delightedly, as if he was opening a prize package. She'd never had a lover who was twenty years older, so she didn't know how lucky one felt to be getting a younger woman like her. His happiness was a turn-on for both of them.
Shucking her blue dress off over her dark head, he feasted his eyes on her body in a brief white bra and matching thong panties. The upper parts of her breasts were bare, down to her nipples, and they were perfectly round and smooth. Before going farther, he turned her around to get a view of her naked buns, which were just as firm and full.
"Oh, missy!" he exclaimed with a grin, turning her front-ways again. "Ain't you something!"
Then he ran his hands all over her exposed flesh. She shuddered happily under his touch, finding his rough, calloused hands immensely arousing. He stroked the small of her back and felt up the insides of her thighs. By now, she was creaming like crazy.
"Ohhh, do it!" Jennifer moaned, grabbing his cock once more. "Ohhh, I need it bad!"
So he unhooked her bra and eased it off her shoulders, letting her breasts spring fully free. He lifted them in his hands, licked her hard nipples, and ran his eager tongue around her puckered areolae. That made her upper body prickle with delight.
Then he worked her thong down and off, his eyes bulging when he saw her lush patch of dark, humid fur. He cupped it in his palm, letting his middle finger slide along her dripping slit and even probe up inside her. That made her wriggle around uncontrollably.
The old farmer glanced around the living room, trying to figure out where to do the deed. He was much taller than she was, so it would be hard to do it standing.
But she had a solution for that. Reaching up to grab his shoulders and leaping off the floor, she hugged his middle with her short legs like a clinging vine. He got his hands under her firm buns to support her, reaching in so far that his fingers touched her labia. The upper surface of his long, thick rod was right along her slit.
"Ohhh, fuck me!" she panted. "Ohhh, please!"
"I will, missy," he assured her. "But there's one more thing that's got to be done."
It was almost comical the way he carried her around the room, looking for a condom, but she finally directed him to one that was in an unpacked box of her and Joe's stuff. The old guy got it on himself, and then brought her down on him. His cock was standing straight up by now, and it started into her easily.
When Jennifer at last felt it in her pussy, she went really wild.
"Ohhh, damn!" she shouted. "Ohhh, that feels good! Give me all of it. I want it all!"
He hadn't used his whole length at first, but now he did. It was the biggest cock she'd ever taken, but she was able to accommodate it. It was amazing how any pussy had the capacity for any male member, but that was nature's way.
"Ahhh!" she gasped, as it opened up whole new sensations inside her. "Ahhh!"
They humped with her on him for a while, getting hotly and wetly into it. He helped with his hands under her buns, but it was really she who did the work. Her brown, sex-drunk eyes met his, her round breasts pressed against his chest, and her hot breath met his face. They started to sweat from their happy exertion, and she slid against his front.
"Oh, aren't you the nympho?" he grinned. "You'll be right at home here in Orgy Town."
It was indeed Orgy Town, she realized, and she decided right then and there to go with it. But she had to think about the other thing he'd said. Maybe she really was a nympho, and that was why she and Joe had gotten into swinging scenes, after all!
In any event, she was hot-to-trot right now. Her pussy felt like it would go ballistic, and every nerve ending in her compact, naked body was on red alert. She was going to come more than once that afternoon, she knew.
Then she did pop off, in easily one of the best orgasms of her life. She gripped her partner's shoulders like she'd never let go, and she seized his middle with her legs. Her quim contracted strongly around that humongous cock of his, and she felt her hot juices gush. Marvelous sensations shot through her straining form as she rode her wave of pleasure to the finish.
"Ohhh, damn!" shouted Jennifer. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yessss!"
But the old farmer took it all in stride. That was the amazing thing about him, that he delighted in younger women and yet was no stranger to them. If he was fucking her, he must have fucked a hundred!
"Glad you made it, missy," he drawled, looking genuinely pleased. "But let's keep it up!"
She wasn't about to argue, since she felt herself quickly building again. And as for keeping it up, his cock was taller and harder than ever! So he eased her up off him for a moment, carried her over to the sofa, and set her down on the floor. She wound up kneeling with her back to him and her upper body draped over the seat cushions.
He knelt behind her and prepared to put it to her pussy that way. She presented a tantalizing picture, with her round breasts pressing out to her sides, her smooth back curving, and her delicious rear raised. Wisps of her wet black fur were visible in her cleft, and the backs of her thighs tensed in anticipation.
She was feeling so free and shameless that she reached back and slapped one of her buns.
"Come on back in," she urged the old guy with the great big rod. "Come on!"
He wasn't slow to accept her invitation. Grasping her waist, he found her opening and plunged to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Then he got into a strong rhythm, as she savored the feeling of his cock from a different angle. Now the underside was rubbing right on her switched-on clit, which drove her wild.
"Oh, yeah!" she panted. "Yeah!"
Her husband, Joe, was the farthest thing from her mind, as was their resolve to abandon experiences such as this one. Instead, she'd abandoned herself so far to sex with the farmer that it seemed the only thing in the world right now.
She came again. It was even stronger this time, if that was possible. Her juice practically squirted out onto the sofa, her clit went crazy, and her whole compact body shuddered out of control. She rolled her dark head around, and she made fists and beat them on the cushions.
"Oh, yeah!" she shrieked, gasping for breath. "Oh, thank you. Ahhhhh!"
"My pleasure," her partner drawled. "If I can make you happy, it makes me feel more like a man."
But they still weren't done. He stayed in her, but he maneuvered her off the sofa so that she was free-standing on all fours. That way, she could lunge back at him as he levered his big thing into her. She could be in charge of her own pleasure, and he could enjoy the side benefit of seeing her body in sexy motion.
Both things happened. Her round breasts hung and swung, her smooth flesh quivered, and her buns rippled as they met his front. And she felt herself building to the biggest climax of all.
Then it broke over her, like a bolt of lightning on a clear, sunny day. She couldn't even think about it, since it was so strong. Her head swam, and she almost fainted from its sheer intensity. Her arms and legs went weak, and she collapsed down onto the rug, letting him out of her. There, she wriggled around, still coming, in a fit of absolute passion.
' v'h! Uh! Uh!" Jennifer grunted. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohhhhh!"
But her partner had stayed in her long enough to find his own stupendous release. In fact, she'd felt his cock grow even bigger and harder, then begin to jerk strongly. She'd heard him grunt and shout, too, and had felt his hands seize and squeeze her tensing buns.
Now, as her own tremor subsided, she looked back and up to see how he'd been faring. But she needn't have worried, if she could have. The old farmer was kneeling there with the widest of all grins on his face, and with his supremely satisfied member in his hand.
And in his other hand he held the rubber, swinging it back and forth to show her just how much stuff an old guy like him could still pump!
That was almost too much for Jennifer, and yet it seemed appropriate. She once might have regretted the bizarre thing she'd just done, but now all bets were off. If she was really a nympho, and if she and Joe had accidentally moved to Orgy Town, then she might as well go all the way.
She'd surely have even crazier experiences, so why not revel in them? If you couldn't beat it, you might as well join it.
So she scraped herself up off the floor and sat on the sofa, watching the farmer smilingly get back into his long underwear and overalls. He was probably about to do his spring plowing, and he'd warmed up by "plowing" her! Now he looked so sexy to her that she wished she could go to Aruba with him and be one of the bikini-clad women on his arm.
"Well, young lady, now you get the picture," he said. "In this town, everybody fucks everybody, and all that's left is for you and your hubby to get into the action. Along those lines, why don't you join my wife and me and a couple of other nice folks next Friday night?"
It would be Richard and Sally all over again. She didn't accept or decline, as he smiled, shrugged, and left. She just sat there, remaining somewhat stunned-and also knowing that she'd just fucked as wildly and completely as she ever had in her life!
Jennifer was still in the same position when Joe arrived home fifteen minutes later. He walked in the big front door and entered the living room, looking like he had something to tell her.
"Hi, lover-oh!" he said, as he took in the situation. There was no way she could explain away her flushed, tousled appearance even if she'd wanted to, much less the wet spots on the sofa and the rug.
So she blurted out everything, even the un-likely identity of the man she'd taken. And her husband, in turn, sat down beside her and confessed his own new affair, giving details, too.
They sat silent for a minute, digesting everything that had happened. But then, recalling how the same sort of thing had occurred on that day in the city with Bree and her trainer, they burst out laughing.
"I guess we just can't get away from it," she concluded.
"No, I guess we can't," he concurred. "So we might as well take the next step, like we did then. Call that farmer of yours, and tell him we're on for Friday night!"
He paused.
"But me, I've got an idea for right now," he said, glancing down at her crotch. "That pussy of yours looks so juicy and delicious that I just have to take a drink. It would be too much of a rerun for us to fuck like we did the other time, but I do want that."
"Be my guest," she replied, opening her legs. "Far be it from me to deny my dear hubby, especially when it's my loins that will get the jolt!"
So he knelt on the floor in front of her, put his hands on her luscious thighs, and dove right in.
From what he'd told her, she wondered if he really wasn't treating her pussy as a substitute for the one on the big blonde that he'd done everything with but eat, but she didn't mind. Instead, she simply leaned back and enjoyed.
Jennifer felt like a libertine, reclining on the sofa with her arms over her dark head, her round, hard-nippled breasts upraised, and her man tending with his mouth to her quivering quim. She might have been enjoying any leisure activity, such as reading or watching television, but instead she was experiencing this.
It was just fine with her, and if she'd once thought such an attitude would result in her being jaded, then she hadn't taken the right approach. Now, she felt as though she could fuck or be eaten, and enjoy it to the fullest, forever!
"Ohhh. Ohhh!" she sighed deeply. "Yes, do that. Lick around my labia. Tongue my clit. Ohhh, yes!"
And Joe did, lapping up her juices and delighting in every drop. He was still in his business suit, too, which provided a somewhat kinky contrast to her nakedness. In fact, he was getting one knee all sticky from kneeling in a spot of her stuff from when she'd fucked the farmer on the rug!
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm!" he hummed, giving her all the cunnilingus she wanted, and more. "Mmmmm!" Her thighs began to tighten on his head, her tummy tensed, and her nipples ached pleasantly. The tingles spread from her pussy, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came yet again that afternoon.
But before she let go, she thought dreamily of all the fucking that was to follow. She idly made plans to buy new, more revealing outfits, and she pictured taking them off for a succession of strange men.
All thought was ended, though, by her orgasm coming upon her. It was a soft, gentle one, but none the less satisfying. She flexed her legs and her upper body and pushed her languidly spasming quim against her partner's lips, feeling her warm juices flow. At the ultimate moment, she seemed to set sail in a lazily rocking boat upon a deep, glassy sea.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uhhh," she sighed. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Ohhhhh!"
Then she reached down and stroked Joe's brown hair, thanking him silently for taking her there.
Afterward, they got up and left the living room as if nothing had happened. They had each just slept with someone else, but it had only made them that more attractive to each other.
"You know, jealousy really sucks," Joe observed, reading their mutual thoughts, as he changed out of his suit into something more comfortable and she put on a robe.
"And I've always wondered why they call it 'sleeping,' Jennifer said. "I was pretty relaxed just then, but I sure as heck wasn't asleep!"
Then they cooked up a delicious dinner and enjoyed it in front of the fire. Spring was coming, and they'd have few more chances, so they savored every minute and every bite. Despite their changed situation, they could still have moments like this.
After that, being gluttons for punishment, they went to bed, but indeed not to sleep! Their energy miraculously renewed, they stayed up until three A.M. making love all over the mattress.
And they agreed that the male member of their duo could have "stayed up" even longer than that!
Then it was back to work for the rest of the week, but with an entirely different perspective.
And on Friday night, it was on to their first real orgy in Orgy Town!