My name's Joe. I have been married to Sue for 10 years and we have four children. This story is about my first child.
Being a farmer in an isolated area of northern England means that meeting a girl, let alone getting a wife, is next to impossible, at least until the web came along. There are farmer's balls, but they are few and far between and are usually made up of older women from the village.
Before meeting Sue, my father Jim, aged 59, and I, along with my five brothers: Andy aged 19, Pete 20, Jon 25, Chris 30 and Bill 33, lived on the farm together; my mother passed away some years ago. Sue and I met at the post office (romantic, I know). She was a 22-year-old widow; her husband fought and died in the first gulf war. It was love at first sight, as they say, and we married within a couple of months, much to the surprise of my family.
Farming was not an easy life; waking up early and coming home late at night for all of us, including Sue, who played the dutiful farmer's wife, getting up with me and making sure we all had good breakfasts to start the day and a hearty meal to end the day. With all the other duties in between, she always managed to dress nice with a curvy figure (34c-24-38). I would see my brothers and father looking longingly at her and would give her many a comment on her looks as well as the odd slap and pinch of her bum which would coarse Sue to squeal.
As I said before, it was hard to find a wife in those days, so all my brothers, with the exception of Bill (who briefly had a girlfriend a couple of years ago), were virgins. With my mother gone for 12 years, my father was fairing no better. So you can imagine the sexual tension. Sue would tell me how hard it must be for my father and brothers to not have a woman for years and how sorry she was. Sue's smalls would regularly go missing from the line and her soiled panties from the washing basket. She asked me if she should tone down her dressing. Was she showing too much cleavage? Were her dresses too short? Was she wearing too much makeup?
"Don't be silly," I said.
"It turns me on to see you dress provocatively, and if they have a wank, so be it."
"Joe," she said, giving me a slap. (Sue told me later that she knew the guys lusted for her. On a few occasions, she overheard them talking about her body, how they would like to do her, and how such talk made her wet.)
"You don't think they do that, do you?"
"Of course they do! You're a curvy brunette. What full-blooded male would not lust after you?"
"You really think they fantasise about me?"
"Yes." "Oh Joe, I think I should tone down my dressing."
"No you don't. I like to see you, so why should they spoil it for me? We live in a modern house because the old farm was knocked down a few years ago, and so the walls are not that thick. Subsequently my brothers and father could probably hear us most nights. Sue would try to keep quiet, but she would regular cry out and moan in the throes of passion. In the morning my brothers and dad would joke about it. They were more helpful around the house saying she needed the rest after our excursions in the night, which would make Sue blush.
It had been another long day. Sue had made us all a nice meal. We said our good nights and went up to bed. I was tired but Sue had other ideas and started to undress. As she took her panties off, I got a surprise. She had shaved her pussy. I got down on my knees to have a closer look and give her a good licking. She was already wet.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"I went into town today to get some more knickers and bought a new razor. Thought you would like it." She said looking down at me as I started to lick her pussy up and down and flicking her clit with my tongue.
"Yes, darling. It looks so sexy."
I got up off the floor and we started French kissing. We were soon on the bed. She pulled me on top of her and we started kissing more passionately. My hand went up her thigh slowly as she turned her head and licked and sucked on my ear. My other hand stroked up and down her back. I then felt her guide my cock into her. We made love passionately.
Afterwards, I rolled off and got the surprise of my life because standing there was my father, looking down at Sue, with her legs still open, her shaved pussy on display, and my fresh cum leaking out. She quickly shut her legs covering her breasts
. "What's the meaning of this dad?" I said.
"Night after night we have to listen to the sound of your humping. We can hear your grunts, but worst of all, we can hear Sue, her moans and cries".
"I'm sorry, dad. I've tried to keep quiet but, but...," said Sue.
"We can't stand any more nights of fantasising about you when we know you are ready for a good fucking next door."
As he was saying this, I noticed all my brothers were standing behind him. I got up to protest, but as I did so my father pushed me back down
"Okay we can make this nice or nasty for both of you it's up to you?"
I looked across to Sue; she had uncrossed her arms exposing her full boobs and opened her legs to their gaze. My brothers and father gasped at the site of her smooth mound and clean pussy whose lips were splayed open slightly from my previous intrusion. "Sue, what are you doing?"
"Joe all that built up frustration and lust I don't think there is anything we can do, but to let them have me,"
They all started to undress, and I could see her eyes staring at each cock in turn as they sprang from the confines of their pants.
(She told me later, that to see all those cocks spring out in front of her, knowing that they would all soon be fucking her was frightening)
I asked if they had any condoms. My father said no, but would pull out.
My father came forward first as Sue moved her bum further forward and opened her legs more to give Jim better access. His cock was about 8 inches long with a bead of pre-cum leaking out. It looked very hard. Sue's eyes were on it all the time as he settled himself between her legs.
