The Farm

I'm a thirty-eight year old blonde haired, brown eyed, married mother of two, five-seven, with a 36D-24-38 figure. My husband and I have had an open marriage for several years which we both

take advantage of whenever the opportunity comes along.

I work for an insurance company as a broker/agent and part of my job is to do inspections of homes or businesses we insure. This part of the job can be incredibly interesting, it also provides time away from the office.

One of my clients owns a rather large farm, including cattle, horses, and every type of equipment that's needed to operate his family business. He was a third generation farmer, but his aw shucks, country boy attitude and demeanor hid the fact that he was a well educated, shrewd business man with a masters degree in business management and agriculture from Clemson.

Justin was thirty-six, married, with three children, his wife was a high-school teacher. She was also the girls softball coach. Kim had long black hair, soft brown eyes and a fantastic figure.

Justin was tall, tan, and lean, with wavy black hair, blue eyes, they were just a beautiful couple.

They had attended school with me, though a few years younger, we'd known each other since we were young. The cute shy skinny guy from school had grown up to be a dashing, handsome man, he had also become an incurable flirt.

My husband had become acquainted with Justin and Kim, we saw them at a local sports bar on occasion and they had invited us to come out for the afternoon to go horseback riding. Kim was very interested in my husbands job, always asking him what it was like to be a Policeman, but his only answer was it's ninety percent boring with ten percent excitement. Telling her she could do a ride-a-long for a shift and see for herself.

Justin was constantly picking on her about being sweet on my husband, laughing at her when she blushed. He always had a smile on his face, laughing, and joking like he didn't have a care in the world. When my husband finally admitted his fear of horses, Justin shook his head telling him we're all afraid of something, but we were welcome anytime.

It wasn't long before Justin came into my office to go over his insurance coverage with me,, telling me about some new equipment, out buildings, and an addition to his house, along with an in ground swimming pool, saying he probably needed to update his policies.

He was wearing blue jeans, boots, and a nice polo shirt that showed off his leaan muscular physique quite nicely, his wavy hair was messed up from the wind, he was looking very good.

He complimented me several times as we talked, on my hair, dress, even my shoes.

He'd brought in a map of his farm along with pictures of the buildings and equipment and had it spread out on a table near my desk. We stood side by side as he went through the photos, that's when he had begun with the compliments, I was taking notes, asking a few questions, when he leaned across the table in front of me, placing one of the photos on the map, he put his hand on my shoulder to steady himself, his hand was large, warm, a bit rough, and I could feel the power from the slight pressure as he stood up, flashing that bright smile at me as he left it on my shoulder squeezing gently.

When I looked up into those deep blue eyes, he knew he had me, and said you are a very beautiful sexy lady, I hope you know that, and your perfume is lovely.

He took his hand off my shoulder asking me what I thought, and how much his insurance was going up, as he gathered up the photos from the table and rolled up the map. What he didn't realize was I would have closed and locked my office door, hopped up on my desk so he could fuck me right there. But I sat down and looked over the notes I had written, asking if I could hold on to the photos and map, telling him I really needed to come out and take more pictures, take measurements so I could make sure he got the best price, adding that it would probably take a whole morning at least if he could spare that much time, as I smiled and winked at him.

He said he would make sure I had all the time I needed and that I would probably want to wear clothes that I didn't mind getting dirty, that the next Tuesday would be great with him if it was possible. I checked my schedule and told him I'd be at his house around eight-thirty and get started.

The next Tuesday I arrived right on time, wearing a pair of the tightest jeans I owned, an old denim shirt with white snaps, and a pair of tennis shoes. Underneath a red lace bra, matching lace

thong and holding an old pair of cowboy boots in my hand as Justin stepped outside in boots, jeans, and t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He walked over, helping me load my camera, measuring wheel, note pad and bag in a John Deere four seat ATV and off we went. I took pictures, measured the buildings, pool, and the addition to the house, went to every barn and shed on the farm. The only thing left was the the horse stables

which were cleaner than many homes I'd inspected and larger too. Up until now Justin had allowed me to get my work done helping when I asked him, making friendly conversation and being very polite and professional as I completed my work.

When a beautiful chestnut colored horse stuck her head out of the stall and shook her head and blew at me I was startled, and jumped back, Justin caught me, laughing saying Sadie just wanted me to pet her asking if I was okay. Sadie was friendly, and as I petted her on the neck, Justin kept his hand on the small of my back, talking to her, as he stood beside me, when I glanced at him, he was very close, so I leaned against him, telling him I was done with my work, but I didn't have to be back in the office until three-thirty and it was eleven o'clock and I really had nothing to do until then, but I needed to pack up my stuff and head back.

Justin had moved his hand from my back when I leaned into him putting his arm around my waist with his thumb hooked in the waistline of my jeans, so I asked him if knew of anything that we could do for a few hours.

Justin smiled, and said he had a few ideas, and if I would like to see the saddles and tack room he could show me, as he undid the top two snaps of my shirt and pulled it open.

He put a finger underneath my chin and lifted, and we started kissing, Sadie stomped and whinnied, as Justin pulled my shirt open, Justin laughed as he led me into the tack room, which smelled of saddle soap and leather, he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled me to him pushing my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms draping it over a saddle, he had me pinned against the wall kissing me as his large rough hands fondled my breasts, squeezing them hard, he took off my bra and dropped his face to my nipples flicking his tongue across them as he was undoing my jeans, pulling them over my hips and down my legs, Justin was being rough with me and I liked it, his strong hands holding me tight as he kneeled in front of me pushing his face into my lace covered panties licking my pussy through them until I was sopping wet and moaning.

He had my jeans off, my lace thong hung from my left ankle as he pulled my legs over his shoulders my back still against the wall when he sucked the lips of my pussy into his mouth and started tongue fucking me with deep, fast thrusts bringing me to orgasm, my juices flowing down his neck and chest. When he stood up and kissed me again I had my legs around his waist pulling him into me as hard as I could, feeling his erection straining against his jeans. My fingers digging into his back as he kissed me even harder.

When we stopped to catch our breath, he asked me if I was okay, that he had wanted me for a very long time, and if he was being to rough to tell him. When I answered that I liked it and wanted more, he took me to a bench and set me down, telling me he was going to fuck me, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped his pants and started tugging them down.

With his pants around his knees and his boxers with them as I wrapped my hand around his shaft stroking. It was hard as a bat and just the right size for me to go completely down on, his testicles were on the other hand, huge and hung below my chin, so I took them one at a time sucking them gently into my mouth, as I stroked his shaft a bit faster, his fingers were entwined in my hair, as I ran my tongue up his shaft to the head, which I licked and sucked, like it was a piece of hard candy.

Justin was almost growling when he said suck that dick like you mean it girl, as he pulled my hair thrusting forcefully into my mouth, that's it baby, show me how much you like it as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth holding me when I was deep throating him until I started to gag, telling me I was a very good cock sucker.

When I stopped to catch my breath for a moment, I was stroking him with both hands, my saliva dripped between my fingers, as our eyes met, I told him I loved a hard cock, that I was a bad girl and his cock tasted good.

When I went back down on him grabbing his muscular ass pulling him closer as I slurped noisily he began ejaculating, warm, thick, salty semen filling my mouth.

When he finished I looked up opened my cum filled mouth, then closed it and swallowed, as he watched and smiled at me, telling me I was very bad, but he loved it as I laid back playing with my nipples, and started fingering myself.

I want you to fuck me now Justin, I want it bad, spank me, choke me fuck me hard, I brought myself to a powerful squirting orgasm as he was removing his boots and jeans watching every single move I made.

He was stroking himself trying to get his cock hard again telling me to make myself cum again for him, to show him how much I wanted to be fucked. When I did Justin pulled me to his lap and we started fucking, we tried every imaginable position, from the bench, to horse blankets on the floor, and bent over a saddle from behind. I had bruises on the top of my thighs from his hands, my breasts had hickies, and marks from a riding crop on my rear end. Justins back and chest were striped with finger nail marks. We had fucked almost two and a half hours, I had so many orgasms my legs were weak, Justin had just three, the last of which he masturbated on my breasts. I ended up calling the office and taking the rest of the day off.

I told Justin I was concerned about the marks on his back and chest, he smiled, telling me not to worry, that his wife was very understanding about things and they had an agreement with one another.

When I asked he said she had her own special friends and everything would be fine.

Now I knew, and admitted that our marriages were quite similar. Justin suggested that Kim and I talk, and maybe my husband and I could come try out the pool one evening. That's a different story for another day.

I went home soaked in the tub, fixed supper and spent a relaxing evening with my husband and children. In bed I told my husband about my day.

We became close friends with Kim and Justin and still see each other on a regular basis.