It was a job I really didn't want to do. Taking some old machinery out and installing new in a farmers milking plant miles away from anywhere and in the middle of a cold spell. I was to start at five in the afternoon and would have to be finished before six in the morning. On top of that I would have to be close by for a day after in case anything went wrong. That meant an overnight stay in a bed and breakfast booked by the girl in the office who assured me there was no hotel within thirty miles.
With a promise of a fat bonus giving me some cheer, I set off early in the morning to arrive at the farm in time to start work. It was the coldest night I have ever known, most it was spent in a cold, damp, milk plant that stank of cows. Despite all this the job went well. There were a few hitches but when the deadline arrived, the work was done.
After a hot mug of coffee, I set off to find the bed and breakfast. The lanes were icy, I had to concentrate the ten minutes it took to find the only other building for miles, a large manor house in the middle of what in the summer would be spectacular views.
I was welcomed by a couple introduced as Sophy and Harold, husband and wife in their early fifties. She made the most spectacular full English breakfast that cheered and warmed me. A quick shower later I fell into bed and was instantly asleep.
I woke at three in the afternoon, fully refreshed and ready for anything. There had been no calls, so all was going well. Downstairs I was ushered into the recreational area and Sophy brought sandwiches and beer, soon the three of us were chatting happily.
The pair seemed to be the typical middle class. Harold was balding and a little on the thick side about the same height as me. Sophy was the bottled blonde wife, pretty and cheerful, quick to carry out what Harold asked her to do. There were no other guests, so Harold said they should relax and enjoy the company. He asked for wine which she poured and another beer for me which she fetched.
She was wearing a button up woollen jumper that covered her from neck to knees and some slacks that hid her legs. She could've been dumpy or slim I couldn't tell yet, but the pair did seem to be very happy with each other.
We chatted about all kinds of things, work, holidays, family, how the weather was compared to childhoods. Television cropped up which led to Game of Thrones with Harold discussing some of the sexy scenes. Then it turned to the internet and suddenly we were discussing web cam sex as if we had known each other for years.
Sophy asked how you could meet people to cam with. Having done some in the past with my wife I explained there were sites where you sent naked wife pics and asked if people wanted to cam. You would then, in the safety of your own home, cam with them. Maybe it was the glass of wine talking but she thought it all a good idea. Harold asked me to set up an account for them, which I did on the new, wide screened, computer on a table in the bay window.
I explained to get a fast response the photo would need to show some flesh. Not her face, bottom or breast I suggested.
"Which do you prefer dear?" Harold asked standing with an iPhone in hand.
Sophy blushed bright red and stuttered that they should do this another time, but Harlod just looked at her, waiting for her choice. She soon gave up and chose bottom. Turning to face me, and blushing bright red, she pulled the back of her slacks down to give him the picture. There was a click, then she quickly hid herself from me. I hadn't seen a thing but when Harold sent it to the site it was clearly seen on the large computer screen.
"Harold!" She gasped and pointed to me.
"He's done this sort of thing before. My god, do you think he hasn't seen a naked arse before." He snapped.
While I wrote the text to go with the picture asking people to message if they wanted to cam I had a closer look. She had a nicely rounded, smooth arse that was as tanned as her back. That made sense, being in the middle of nowhere meant you could sunbathe naked.
"How long will it take?" She asked.
Harold rebuked her, telling her to be patient but I sensed she was trying to tell him another time, would be better, when they were alone.
I explained there are sites you could visit that hooked you up with random people. They were mostly men, but it can be fun as a couple.
Harold opened a drawer and pulled out a webcam on a long cable. Plugging it in he asked me to find such a place. A few moments later the site asked to share microphone and camera and then it went live. Sophy, who had just poured more wine was told to sit in the chair and sat open mouthed with shock when the first man came into view to disappear a moment later. Another two did the same thing.
"You need to take your bra off." Harold said.
Again, she blushed and looked to him, he moved the camera, so it showed more of her face.
With the skill only a woman has, she deftly undid the clasp and pulled the bra through her sleeve, then undid three buttons showing a little cleavage. The next cam appeared with an elderly man clutching his loose cock. It stiffened when he saw her.
Harold reached over and undid buttons down to her naval and pulled the jumper away, so it exposed a breast. The old man shot his load, and his cam went off. She pulled the jumper back and waited for the next to come on.
Harold handed the cam to me to take over so he could join in, again ignoring his wife's plea to stop. Knowing I could see everything going on she covered her breasts again but didn't bother protesting when he stripped off the jumper completely a few minutes later.
The next on was a younger guy in his twenties with a muscular physique and a good-sized cock. She played with her tits for him and let hubby grope her while the man told how he would like to meet and fuck her. Five minutes later he announced he was about to cum and shot his load over his chest, letting her see it drip before his cam went off. I could see she was getting into it now and was eager for more, but Harold announced the other site had replies.
It took close to half an hour to get the four replies on cam together with us. Three were men, the other a couple but for whatever reason they disappeared within a few minutes. Sophy was dressed in the jumper again but undid buttons without being told. She was asking them to get naked which they all did and began stroking as she revealed more breast flesh. We all cheered when she took it off completely.
Sophy had tits to die for, large and plump, still firm with rock hard nipples. Though not thin she still had the stomach of a much younger woman, a little curvy with a few lines telling her story. Her breasts were tanned, when asked about this she told a dirty tale of sex outdoors that had one of guys watching finish in his hand.
One of the remaining asked if she would suck the guy next to her. Sophy looked shocked and expected Harold to say no but he was shaking with lust and had undone his trousers which fell to his feet. Standing closer to her he pulled his cock out. It was throbbing. She pulled the foreskin down to gaze at the purple head before she put it in her mouth, taking it in deep, chocking a little each time she did. His hand reached down to fondle a breast, squeezing hard enough to leave a red mark which quickly faded.
He was doing well, in total control and enjoying the experience as those watching begged him to finish on her face. Then a hand cupped his ball sack, gently stroking the skin. He cried out his pleasure, she went to pull his cock out, but he held her head hard, pushing down, convulsing as he streamed his spunk deep in her throat, giving out a long groan which told the length of his orgasm. She coughed and chocked but he was relentless, only giving in when he was completely drained.
