His is the story of a rejected, just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to just have fun with sex, exploring its possibilities and deviations. The result has created a very open sexual life, which expanded to include old and new friends. They even sustain their own emotional relationship between themselves, built on consent, trust and honesty.
They centre their adult world in Dave and June's city abode as the couple create a circle of like-minded people, and establish a business around their philosophy of open sex and steady emotional relationships. They sell adult toys online and make their own brand of adult films. Life is great until an aggressive police team hounds them out of their city flat. With the help of a member called Poppy, they secured a lease on a small holding to continue their lifestyle. [Adult World 1-26]
The group moved to a farm property near the village of Burntwood, an hour away from the city. Dave, June, and their group did not go unnoticed in Burntwood. The small village, known for its conservative values, was immediately abuzz with gossip and suspicion. Many residents were wary of the newcomers, their unconventional lifestyle clashing starkly with the town's apparent traditional norms. An idealistic lifestyle went well until their aggressor in the police force in the form of a police constable caused them grief in Burntwood, burning their home down and some local young men gang raped one of their members. [Adult Farm 1-25]
This phase of their story sees the self-made family now trying to rise above their adversity to continue building their new world and perhaps bringing at least some of the community with them.
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Myrtle Macquarie with her friend Maureen arranged their visit to Adult Farm for a Monday after the weekenders had gone home and the farm permanents were settling into the normal weekday farm routines.
As they swept up the drive in Myrtles Audi grey A8 sedan, she observed they had been graced with perfectly fine and sunny weather for this historic meeting. This small holding had been her home for 60 years she had moved here with her husband who was the oldest son in an extremely wealthy banking and farming dynasty. Her husband and her decided not to have children and now that side of the family had all gone, leaving much of their assets to her. She was in a form of assisted living although she didn't really need it, she actually owned a major shareholding in the company that ran the facility and had a significant private suite. Her own family had insisted she do this when they were sorting out wills and all that sort of thing.
The time had been right she was lonely, with the exception of her lifetime buddy Maureen in the massive home with only them and staff for company. It was enough motivation to have her design and build a luxury assisted living complex and she had the best suite.
Maureen had been chef and personal assistant as long as she could remember and had a similar mindset. She chuckled to herself what total sluts and whores they had been. Their debauchery knew no boundaries, the pair never flinched at offers if they held the whip hand, in a manner of speaking.
She was loyal to her husband in that she always gave him the attention he desired and never ever played away when he was at home. Not that he had been so faithful. She walked in him fucking Maureen over the kitchen bench when Maureen should have been cooking dinner. After her disappointment and initial shock at seeing Maureen in this position, she said nothing, crawled quietly up behind her husband and rimmed him as he pounded her best friend. She had never worked her tongue in his anus before but gained instruction on giving men pleasure with her tongue in their date by a rather dishy farrier. The farrier was rude, crude and very fit. She smiled when remembered the excitement when he was around, perhaps she had the horses shod too often. She had to rim hubby many times since he loved it. What a slut she was.
The ladies could see the permanent residences were busy, excited at the prospect of meeting the original benefactor of their collective for sexual freedom. Myrtle Macquarie had set up a financial arrangement where the group of swingers going by the name of Adult Farm could purchase the 20-hectare property outside the village of Burntwood. The arrangement gave them an absolute permanent base for their lifestyle choice. She smiled to herself, what a coincidence meeting Angus and talking to him about his daughters' issue. She knew what these young ones were up to before he did. In her mind she had built a picture of them as nudists on steroids, this was close but not quite right.
At ten am the prearranged time for their arrival, a greeting party of June, Dave, Colin, Felicity Pilkington Fell the Mayor of Burntwood, who is naked but for her Mayoral robes, and Charles Pilkington, stood in the shade of farmhouse verandah watching the grey Audi sweep up the drive with Myrtle, Maureen and their driver Angus guests.
Angus is acting chauffeur, dressed formally in a white shirt and black trousers he appears out of place in the more casually clothed assembly. He parks next to an eight-seat white golf buggy that the farm had just proudly acquired to facilitate moving guests and members around the property.
Angus emerged from the Audi and moved to open the doors to allow the two ladies to step out into the bright sun light. As if to provide a natural greeting, kookaburras in the trees behind the outdoor dining area cackled a welcome similar to the opening of news reels in the nineteen fifties and sixties. Myrtle smiled and took a deep breath, the sights, sounds and smells were all to familiar, if she wasn't careful, she would end up crying a little from the joy of returning home.
Perfect weather graced this historic meeting the entire resident had gone about their duties to ensure a memorable visit for their benefactor.
Bill Lombard had busied himself thoroughly cleaning down the outside kitchen and dining area, Chas Defoe did the swimming pool and spa cleaning and maintenance. Poppy had mounted the ride-on mower to groom the lawns. Billy, as usual was on laundry duties. Emmy and Dennis were tidying up the studio, the good doctor Adana with her brother Jafan decided to stay on to meet the esteemed guests. Suzy Newlove had taken her normal down day from the cafe to prepare morning tea and lunch for everyone. Adult Farm was looking at its best.
As the entourage walked up the path to the greeting party, Maureen broke the ice by asking, "Can we visit the ladies first I busting you pee a lot at our age." Said Maureen.
"No problem, but that is the first change you will see here at Adult Farm we only have no ladies we only have uni-sex toilets, and they are not necessarily as private as you would want, but we do have to ambient toilets we had to have them by law." Said Felicity, June will show you the way."
June walked the ladies around inside the club house, pointing out the various playrooms and main hall, the commercial kitchen and offices. The new complex, now a club house rather than living accommodation all living accommodation was in a row of relocatable cabins locally known as dongas. Reaching the toileting area, there were two ambient stalls and a row of six unscreened traditional toilets along a wall, an exposed area of urinals for those who stand and a row of six sinks. The sink side of the room had mirrors, soap, and towel dispenser as we as two air dryers for hands.
"No walls, but how do you be private to do you know private things?"
"Well, we don't really go with the privacy thing for toileting, if you want you can use the ambient stalls, most everyone just uses these," she says pointing at the six toilet bowls sitting in the open of the room. "It's much more social. There are toilets and showers in the dongas if you want absolute privacy and you live here. We also have a shower room next door which, of course, has no stalls just shower heads. We work on the ethos that every creature pees and poo's so why the big deal? Think that the Romans did exactly this."
Maureen grunts and disappeared into an ambient toilet stall, Myrtle faced June and spoke. "When in Rome and all that then, she turned, lifted her white cotton dress and pushed her old lady underpants down to her knees before planting her buttocks on the seat tingling down the toilet bowl. June followed suit on the bowl next to her.
