This story will flow better for you if you have read part one, as I did not spend a great deal of space recapping the relationships and occurrences. Also, considering the subject matter, do not expect realism. Hopefully just some fun. Ratings and comments are appreciated. Enjoy.
Martha was doing the dishes. As she worked, she looked out of the kitchen window at the family farmland, stretching miles into the distance, and the horizon beyond. It was a beautiful day, with a spattering of high altitude clouds accentuating the blue skies.
She loved this view, and never got tired of it. She planned to take a cup of coffee and a book out on the wrap around porch after her chores, so she could enjoy it some more.
She was nude. Since she and her husband James had met a stranger months ago, they had become sexually liberated. Well, more her. They now had a loving female led household. Neither of them wore clothing in the house. Their closest neighbor was miles away. Why not?
She observed a dust cloud moving along the county road in the distance. From experience, this meant a vehicle speeding along the dirt road. Could be one of her few neighbors headed home.
Then the dust cloud appeared to turn left, heading towards the house. There was no other place for the travelers to go at that point. In five minutes or so, the lost tourists would be in her drive. She would have to explain to them where they took a wrong turn. Damn. She walked to the kitchen door and took her white house coat from a hook and wrapped it around herself.
She pushed open the well maintained but ancient screen door and stood on the wood framed porch, waiting for her rare visitors.
Eventually, as expected, a large "army" green Jeep SUV drove up and stopped on the gravel drive about twenty feet from the porch she stood on, the intervening space covered in green grass.
The driver's door opened, and a tall, muscular man stepped out.
Everything changed in an instant.
Martha covered the distance in seconds on her bare feet. Her countenance was lit up with excitement as she leapt into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.
She was suddenly moist. Her house coat had fallen open so that her nude breasts, abdomen and thighs were pressed against him. In her mind she imagined him nude so she could once again slide down onto his burgeoning phallus. She had missed him SO much! He had given them so much!
She kissed Stu deeply, lovingly. Her husband James was out plowing the south 40, but in this moment she could think of nothing else, she wanted this man to plow her!
Stu returned her kiss, but then seemed to glance to his right.
That is when Martha realized that a woman had stepped from the passenger side of the Jeep. A voluptuous, amazing woman... probably the most beautiful female Martha had ever seen.
She realized the woman likely laid claim to the man she had just mounted so enthusiastically. Wife? Girlfriend?
She tried to separate herself from him, to stand and apologize. But Stu grasped her buttocks in his strong hands and held her in place on his abdomen.
The powerfully confident woman approached and extended her hand. Martha felt compelled to remove one hand from Stu's neck and place it in the woman's hand.
In a pleasant voice the woman spoke, "Please... he has the same effect on me, so relax. I'm Phoebe, Stu's wife. I have heard so much about you..."
FUCK?
Martha glanced between the two. Her unasked question... how MUCH did he tell you?
Stu helped her out, "We tell each other everything, honey. And if I did not tell her, she would just read my mind."
Martha smiled back, if hesitantly. So, Stu and his wife have a close relationship and can intuit what the other is thinking sometimes, like her and James. She could not know that Stu was being quite literal.
Neither woman was very tall, but Martha was almost pixie-like. She was still apprehensive.
Phoebe stepped in close, placing one hand on her husband's shoulder, the other flat on Martha's back reassuringly. "Sweetie, I am standing here with you... you are virtually naked, and if Stu was naked, you would already be mounted on his dick. I am not upset with you. After what Stu has told me, I feel like you and I could be friends, if not sisters."
What she could not say was that Stu did not have to tell her. She had used her powers to watch portions of his sexual encounter with Martha and James.
Now that her breathing seemed under control, Stu released Martha, who stood, closing her housecoat and retying the sash.
She made an attempt at sounding prim and proper, realizing that horse was out of the barn, "Would ya'll like to come in for some sweet tea?"
Phoebe replied, "We would love to... but could we sit on the porch? It is so beautiful here..."
Stu went with Martha to help get the tea, withstanding a "you could have fucking warned me" look. She suggested she should go put clothes on, and he convinced her it was unnecessary.
When they were all seated at a small table on the porch, Phoebe took an opportunity when Martha was not looking to whisper a quick incantation, "spiking" their tea with a calming spell. Nothing which would affect one's ability to reason, or to force an opinion. Just something so Martha would know she was among friends, Phoebe was not a threat, and she could relax.
They chatted for quite awhile. Mostly about the lifestyle on the farm, somewhat about life in the city. Phoebe explained how Stu had told her what good people they were, how he'd like to spend time fishing or just working the farm with them. And how good Martha tasted. This of course caused their host to turn crimson.
Phoebe explained they were in the middle of a country-wide vacation, wanting to see as many of their bucket list sites as possible. Meeting Martha and James had been on her wish list.
"We apologize for just dropping in on you like this. But Stu did not have your phone number, he just recalled where you live. Anyway... we won't take up too much of your time. I don't know if you are aware, but Stu is a master... with a grill. We have some steaks in a cooler in the Jeep; if you don't mind, we'd like to feed you and James before we go."
Martha thought for a moment. First it took her a moment to get past the distraction of "Stu is a master" because that brought to mind things which had nothing to do with eating... no, that wasn't right, because him eating her was the first image she had in her mind... then she thought with desperation about time with him ending after only a couple of hours...
"Um... uh... do ya'll gotta be somewhere?"
Stu remained silent, letting his witch-wife work her linguistic magic. He knew what she was doing.
Phoebe responded, "Oh, no. We purposefully do not have a schedule... in case we want to stop and see the world's biggest ball of twine or something. We just do not want to impose, but wanted to see you."
Martha brightened, "Impose my ass! We got plenty a room... please stay a couple days. I know James will wanna go fishin' with Stu and show ya'll around the farm. And I would love to get to know ya'll better..."
