Note from Bookbuddy: The first book in this trilogy is Adult World described how to rejected lovers meet and form a group of like mind people exploring polyamory. Through miss fortune, this group of swingers discover they aren't universally liked draw unwanted attention from police. They are forced to move from their city and set up elsewhere. Read Adult World Pt 01 - 25 to read this.
This is a second novella in the same series. Adult Farm follows the trials and tribulations of a group of like mind polyamorous people who join forces to create a world where sex and love are separate worlds. A polyamory community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame or retribution. The lifestyle pushes emotional buttons with the participants and creates real-world issues.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to discover how these relationships affect our heroes.
If you have read that, then start Adult Farm Pt 01 The Water Hole Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale and above all, enjoy.
All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 Years old and are consenting adults.
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Constable Denton Boswell reflected on his decision to have a coffee that morning. Until now, he had found this village policing job was pretty relaxed work. He reasoned to himself he wouldn't be here long before he would return to the city. The previous nonsense would have blown over. People moved on. Meantime, it was time to smell the roses and maybe have a bit of fun in life. He already was banging the church leader's wife as she was painting a nude of him. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the picture that looked like a modern David, but with a much bigger dick. He had pulled up outside the Country Cafe, his hot landlady ran the Cafe and he was hoping he could get on the right side of her, he disparately wanted to get into her knickers as well. He had seen her around after work when she didn't realise he was home and she was definitely a bit of all right, floating around bra-less in a transparent kaftan. How he would like to get a grip of those globes. A plan was germinating to make a play at all the hot ladies while he was here.
He couldn't believe it when he pulled up outside the cafe, to survey the situation, it all seemed cool, there was Suzy Newlove his land lady operating the till and the cafe was only half full. As he cast his eyes down the row of patrons sitting at the window seat, he saw a familiar face. What the fuck I know that guy.
When their eyes locked, Constable Boswell's automatic mental suspect list flicked over, he knew that face, his brow furrowed as the answer to his mental search came up with a result. A result he didn't want, a result that made him feel very uneasy. He was sure this guy and his friends were peddling drugs in the city. Why would those sluts act like that, unless fired up on cocaine or something similar? He would've caught them if they hadn't up and run as soon as they realised. He got the blame for the fucked up raid; they had cleared out, leaving the place to beneficiaries. That raid was the reason he had ended up here policing in this god forsaken shit hole. Time for redemption. This time, he wouldn't have anyone work with him. They had proved brainless.
Now he didn't know why this Stapleton guy was here, but he suspected this is where they had run to. Which means they must have moved their operation here, or could this slime bag just be passing through? He needed to know. Only one way to find out to confront the turd he could have his coffee later. The only way Denton Boswell knew how to act, was to get right up in the face of a problem and call it out for what it was. He went right past the counter of the Coffee shop and fronted up to him at his seat. Boy, was that a shock to the guy. He never expects Constable Boswell to be on his case.
Denton thought his face off with David Stapleton had gone pretty well, his insightful questions had turned up a result, he had extracted information from the guy and would have gotten more if that interfering bitch the Mayor hadn't turned up. Fuck, she was everywhere. After the interview, he had confirmed the suspect had moved the operation to Burntwood and was operating out of Macquarie Farm. He just needed to find out where that was. That the entire crew were here in town, so it stood to reason that all their gear was here, they would have thought they were out of the police eye moving here. Not with Constable Denton Boswell on the job they weren't safe. He had also uncovered the prick Stapleton had some evidence about the unfortunate incident he had with the girls when he went back for a second look. He had kept this on the down low with his fellow officer, Constable Khan, believing he was in as much trouble if he didn't back Denton up.
Denton knew he had to find out what proof these guys might have against him. Either get it or destroy it. In parallel, he needed to investigate what the hell these guys were up to and what sort of drug operation there was running. How best to do that, he didn't trust anyone, so he would gather evidence himself, the first thing to do would be to monitor them? Time for a conversation with his landlady, Suzy Newlove. Maybe he could get lucky killing two birds with one stone. Get her into the sack and find out what she knew about the Stapleton and his mates. Now he had the outline of a plan he needed to act on it as soon as he could. The feeling that those shit heads had any information that could ruin his career made him feel very sick.
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Denton Boswell arrived back at his flat early. A strange day meeting Stapleton guy and finding out that he and his friends are resident right here in Burntwood. He needed to understand a lot more about their movements because Stapleton signalled possessing evidence against Denton. Denton desperate to get hold of that evidence and destroying it thought of ways to achieve this goal. The tiny village population wouldn't think anything of the house being destroyed by fire, he concluded. Perhaps his best plan.
He lived at the residence of Suzy Newlove and he fancied her; he wondered about her knowledge of the Macquarie farm occupants and decided the best way to find out was a nice social chat. If that got hot and heavy, then that was a bonus. All this went through his mind as he strolled the backstreets of Burntwood towards Suzy Newlove's BnB.
Denton stood in front of the locked gate leading around the home, wondering why. He almost knocked, but continued to the front door instead. Shut tight as a drum, he concluded she must be out. With no keys other than the one to his room out back of the garage, his anger rose. How frustrating. Call Suzy, he thought, first look under the doormat for a spare key. There wasn't, one, okay, good on Suzy. He took his phone out to dial when he saw the lower fence on the other side of the dwelling. He would vault that fence. How lucky was that? He must mention this breach of security to Suzy the next chat they had. Now the chance to get out of uniform and get himself a beer.
He went directly towards the garage, and he saw what appeared like a naked body out of the corner of his eye. He stopped for a second view, what was he seeing? Suzy lying on her front, propped up by her elbows. A glass of wine beside her and an ebook or tablet or something in her hand. Naked but for a g-string of a bikini left her arse cheeks exposed; she had the strings on the side undone, leaving her arse no coverage at all. All but naked.
"Hi am I interrupting something?" Constable Boswell used his sweetest voice.
