Rhonda's Tired Marriage

Rhonda needed a moment to recoup. Everything had happened so fast. Her experience with Jason, his good looks, his incredible cock, and the fact he was half her age had swamped her with misgivings. She walked to the bathroom and paused at the door to glance back. Maaka was hungrily eating Agneta whilst reaching up to offer her breasts to Jason. She watched as Jason leaned forward, kissed, and then nibbled on her nipples.

With a twinge of jealousy, Rhonda noted that Agneta had a hand around Jason's engorged shaft and was humping her hips onto Maaka's face with tiny squeals of delight. Rhonda hesitated, mesmerised, that Jason was still hard. Torn between staying to watch or returning to the bed, she decided they would still be at it when she returned. So it would be best if she used their preoccupation to clean herself and get her head around what she had done.

Rhonda wet a flannel in the bathroom and attempted to clean Jason's mess from between her legs. She saw that some had leaked onto her stockings. She slipped them off and washed them in the handbasin, then, deciding she'd have a quick shower, placed her stockings over the heated towel rail to dry.

Fiddling with the shower head, she adjusted it to a solid stream and directed the flow between her legs to wash Jason's mess away. A big mistake, as the flow of water made her horny again. She turned the water off, towelled herself down, then blow-dried the ends of her hair and ran the drier over the tops of her stockings as they were still damp. She wondered about leaving her stockings off but liked the effect the suspenders and stockings had on the men, so she slipped the suspender belt on and clipped up her stockings before heading back to the action.

When she re-entered the bedroom, she saw that Andrew, Marie and Lars were now in the bedroom. She must have been in the bathroom longer than she thought, as Maaka was now on the other bed playing with Marie, who had Andrew thrusting between her thighs. Jason was now on top of Agneta, who seemed torn between relishing his mighty cock, and listening to Lars blubbering he was sorry in her ear.

Rhonda took three quick steps over to the bed and pulled Lars away. She guided him to the luggage rack inside the bedroom door and pushed him down.

"You promised to behave if I lured your wife into our room. What are you apologising for? She needs positive feedback. Not you kneeling there feeding your own guilt. If you go anywhere near her again, say nothing but positive things. Tell her that you love her and that you're turned on by watching her fuck."

Lars apologised, and Rhonda told him to stop that, "You're doing it to me now. You wanted to see your wife enjoying sex. Well, look at her. She's in seventh heaven and wants nothing from you but support. Man up and tell her she looks beautiful, or go and sit out in the lounge."

Lars threw his shoulders back and tried to look positive. They sat and watched the proceedings. Maaka was now chewing on Marie's nipples and urging Andrew to finish, as he wanted a go. Agneta looked to be getting in the swing of things again now that Lars wasn't bugging her. She had her legs spread wide and was responding to Jason's frenzied thrusts. It looked like Jason was about to come. His arse was going ninety to the dozen, his face was screwed up, and his breathing was becoming laboured.

Watching Agneta getting fucked had gotten Rhonda horny, overriding the twinges of conscience that she had been struggling with. She motioned Lars to stay where he was, rose, walked over to her bed, and whispered in Agneta's ear, "Is it good? Are you alright?"

"Oh! It's fantastic. I never thought I would accommodate him, but it hasn't hurt at all. I'm about to have my third orgasm."

Rhonda stroked Agneta's ears and neck as she became more agitated. Then, as Jason began moaning he was coming, Rhonda pinched Agneta's nipples and murmured dirty suggestions in Agneta's ear, attempting to heighten her experience.

But before Agneta could reach her climax, Jason groaned and collapsed and rolled to her side. Agneta voiced her disappointment, "Oh, don't stop, I'm close."

So, without thinking, Rhonda pulled Agneta's hip to the edge of the bed and went down on her. She could taste Jason and Agneta's spending. Far from being revolted, she savoured the sloppy overflow and ground her face into Agneta's groin, attempting to give her the closure she was crying out for.

Her slutty behaviour had Rhonda's body squirming around with arousal. She welcomed the two hands that gripped her hips and lifted her lower body into a standing position, Bent double, she continued to keep pleasuring Agneta and felt a cock probing at her bum. She tried to break away, "Not there," she rasped. "I've never let anyone do that."

But it was too late. Rhonda felt a sharp jab of pain, and then someone's cock was sliding into her forbidden hole. She snapped her head around and saw it was Lars and saw his face screwed up with an insatiable longing. Rhonda gave up her attempts to stop him and returned to pleasuring Agneta. Who was moving around and crying out that she was going to cum. Rhonda gave all her attention to Agneta, ignoring Lar's painful intrusion. As she went to work with fingers and tongue, she became aware that the pain in her bum had almost gone and that she was beginning to enjoy Lars's indecent attack on her virgin tush.

Lars bent over Rhonda's back and told Agneta he was coming. "So am I," screamed Agneta."

Their explosive orgasms fuelled Rhonda's ardour, and she found herself climaxing also.

They all collapsed on the bed. Lars on one side of Agneta, Rhonda on the other. They lay together in silence for a while. Listening and taking the odd glance over to Marie's bed. All action had ceased there also. But Rhonda saw that Marie was attempting to get Jason interested in more sex. She had a hand wrapped around his cock and was nibbling on his neck.

Lar also noticed and commented, "I've heard that many women around the Mediterranean have fire in their blood." Then, looking at his watch, he said, "We need to get going. We need to be at the airport at 10:00 in the morning."

Rhonda looked at the bedside clock; it read 2:15 am. Agneta cuddled into Rhonda and said she didn't want to go but then asked Rhonda if she would write to her. So Rhonda rolled over and took some writing paper off the bedside cabinet. She wrote out her address and handed the notepad to Agneta, who wrote her address on it.

Everyone got up to say goodbye. The couple hastily dressed, and Rhonda and Marie slipped into their robes. They moved to the lounge and offered drinks, but Lars insisted they get to bed. Agneta wrapped Rhonda in her arms and thanked her, "Please write. I want to keep in touch. I have much to ask you."

Once Agneta and Lars left for their room, Rhonda said she also needed some sleep and retired to her bed. Maaka followed. They stripped and slipped under the covers. He spooned into her back, and she felt him begin to harden.

Rhonda twisted around to face him. "I need some sleep. Just hold me for now. Maybe I'll be ready again in the morning."

She shut her eyes and felt his fingers lightly tracing her cheek. He kissed her, and she shivered as she felt a flicker of arousal at his touch. Her last conscious memory was of Jason's fervent grunting from Marie's bed.

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Rhonda woke to someone climbing into bed beside her. She could feel Maaka spooned into her back, so it wasn't him. Two large, rough hands cradled her face and drew her into a gentle kiss. She figured it was Andrew because of the stubble pricking her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, scared that if she opened them, he might see distaste in her eyes, as he wasn't an attractive man. His arms circled behind her and pulled her inescapably close, then rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

She opened her eyes and saw dawn light was creeping between the curtains. She heard sounds of sexual activity coming from Marie's bed and knew that Jason was at Marie again. Andrew drew her head down, kissed her, and murmured, "I've wanted to nail you from the moment I saw you. Open your legs."

Rhonda felt herself tottering on the edge of total surrender to this man she scarcely knew. She was both appalled and excited that she was becoming aroused by a man almost twice her age. One of his hands was roaming through her red hair, the other was fondling her butt, and a finger was probing her ass crack. The tip of his finger was very close to her puckered, abused ass hole, and she went to tell him no. But his touching her there brought back the memory of the pleasure Lars had given her the previous evening, and she bit her tongue. Hearing no objection, Andrew began fingering her bum, and an insatiable longing gripped Rhonda. She slid her hand between them and directed his erect shaft to her entrance. As soon as his knob touched her, Rhonda sat back, impaling herself fully.

As they began to fuck, Rhonda became aware another hand was exploring her breasts. She opened her eyes and was not surprised to find Maaka awake and lying beside them with a wicked grin on his face.  She grinned back at him and tilted her body to give better access and consent. Within seconds, he had her nipples so hard they were aching, and she asked him to pinch them to relieve the pressure.

His ministrations on her breasts were causing electrical pulses to travel down to her pussy, and she marvelled at the growing heat coming from between her legs. She couldn't believe how excited she was getting. Andrew drew her down for another kiss and increased his tempo. She broke free when she felt Maaka pull away and climb off the bed. She was about to complain, thinking he was going over to join Jason and Marie. But then he climbed back on the bed behind her and began to rub some cream into her ass.

Rhonda let out a moan of pleasure when she felt Maaka insert a finger, then pull it out and insert two. But when he moved up and tried inserting his rigid rod, she came to her senses.

"Oh god! I can't take you both."

"Of course you can. It may hurt for a second. But that will go. I'll take it easy."

Rhonda wondered if she should allow this. Was it going too far? She'd read about double penetration in a couple of the stories she'd read but had never considered attempting it. She turned to look at him, "Go easy. I'm not at all sure about this. If I say stop, you must stop, please."

For a minute, there was a flurry of activity as the two men sorted out where to put their legs. Then she felt Maaka press himself home. He slid in much easier than she expected. She put this down to the fact that Maaka's erection was not as thick as Lars's and that Lars had stretched her nether regions. As Maaka inserted the first inch, she knew she would not tell him to stop. She felt her holes stretching like never before to accommodate their assault. The experience was even more delicious than in her fantasies. There were a few awkward moments as the guys tried synchronising their attack. Finally, Maaka pulled out as Andrew thrust in, which seemed to work.

Rhonda began to respond to the sensations they were creating in her posterior. The two men's synchronised thrusts were turning her on, making her jut her bum back into them, even though her mind was screaming to her that it was wrong.

She became aware that Andrew was biting her neck, one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. She tried to shake free, not wanting a love bite. Something that brought back memories of the easy girls in her final years of school. He retaliated by hissing, "Come on slut, move that sloppy cunt. Fuck it up and down on my big, hard cock...move...".

Rhonda couldn't stop the moan that escaped her mouth. His crude language was a trigger she had not expected. Her clit was throbbing, and she knew it was erect and peeking out from its hood. All her inhibitions and doubts disappeared, and she screamed at them to fuck her harder. She began to hump hard against their onslaught, chasing release, moaning like an animal in heat.

Both men were whispering crude nothings in her ear. Calling her a dirty wet slut, and a hungry whore. She felt no outrage. Their filthy language turned her on more than she could have believed. She knew she'd have her conscience to deal with later, but that was not an issue at that minute.

Rhonda began to shake with fast, violent contractions. She buried her face into Andrews's hairy chest to quieten her screams of ecstasy. But had to lift and take a deep breath, and yelled, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yessssssssssssss," as her orgasm exploded.

Her climax caused Andrew to explode just seconds after her, but Maaka kept fucking. Rhonda heaved out a plea for him to stop. "I'm almost there he cried," and doubled his efforts. His actions prolonged her delirium, and just when she began to feel spicy tingles start again, he let go. Maaka's release felt like a hot tap had been turned on in her ass. She wondered how there could be so much cum, when he had already ejaculated multiple times that night.

Maaka collapsed to one side, and Rhonda rolled off Andrew. She saw Jason and Marie sitting on the edge of her bed, watching. Embarrassed, she grabbed a pillow and clutched it to her front. But the guys took little notice of her. Instead, Andrew leapt up, started dressing, and yelled at the other two to hurry and get dressed, "We have to be checked out and on the road by 10:00."

Rhonda slipped under the covers and watched them search for their clothes. Marie didn't bother covering up. She lay on the bed and asked Jason if he needed to leave, as she wanted more. Andrew moved over to her and smacked her bum, Don't leave it so long next time, and turned for the door, hustling the two reluctant boys ahead of him.

When the door banged closed, Marie announced she would shower and then try to get some more sleep.

"I've asked for a late check-out. So we don't need to leave the room until 2:00 pm," Marie announced as she passed the end of the bed.

Rhonda used the shower after her, and when she returned to the bedroom, she saw Marie was asleep. They slept until midday, then went down and had lunch, after which Marie paid the bill. Rhonda offered to pay something towards the weekend, but Marie wouldn't hear of it, saying, again, that it was business expenses. There was a slightly uncomfortable silence between them on the drive home--many one-word answers in their exchanges. Rhonda's conscience was troubling her.

Marie dropped Rhonda off around 4:30 pm. She made herself a snack, put on some washing, and headed to bed. She lay listening to the silence of her empty house for quite a while and tried to convince herself she'd done no wrong.

Rhonda awoke at the crack of dawn, donned her usual work clothes, and drove out to the farm. Doug was on the front porch drinking coffee. "Hi!" He yelled. 'Was it a good weekend?"

Rhonda nodded to him that it was. But her embarrassed/guilty expression told a different story.

"I've had a couple of weekends like that," replied Doug. "It takes a few days to come down to earth and realise nothing has changed. If you want to talk about it, I will not cast any judgments."

Rhonda looked to see if he was teasing but saw that he was genuine. He rose, hugged her, and then helped her start the day's chores. She didn't see much of him for the next two days as it was lambing season, and he was up on the hills with the boys. But on Wednesday, he came down to the house early and asked if she would have dinner with him on Thursday evening.

"You can stay the night if you want. Then we can have a few drinks, and you won't have to worry about driving."

Rhonda took a long, hard look to see if he was making a pass. But it was the same old caring Doug. He just told her there were three empty bedrooms and that going home to an empty house must be hard. So she accepted his offer and said she'd cook them a nice meal.

Harry was waiting at the front door when she got home. He wanted to discuss selling the house and to pick up some of his stuff. But as their conversation progressed, Rhonda ascertained that he had found out she'd spent the weekend in Auckland with Marie and was there to discover what had happened. It took all her willpower not to try and hurt him and blurt out that she now only had eight more men to fuck before Christmas.

Marie called while Harry was there, and Rhonda used Harry as an excuse not to see her. She wasn't ready to discuss things or fall into bed with Marie quite yet.

Thursday, she got her chores done as quickly as possible and then drove into Te Aroha to get some ingredients for dinner that night. She wanted to cook something special, as Doug had been so good to her. But seeing a lamb roast in his freezer, she decided that would be best and would go nicely with her mother's apple crumble and cream.

The meal went well. Doug was an absolute gentleman. They swapped stories and drank wine, but Rhonda didn't allow the conversation to drift to her weekend in Auckland. Doug told her about his three close mates, none of whom lived close. His best mate, Michael, lived in Auckland, where he had an engineering business. He mentioned that it was Michael, who his eldest son, was named after. His other two mates didn't live close either. Graham lived in Tauranga, and Chris lived in Hastings. He told her that these Boy's weekends happened two or three times a year. He mentioned that things had gotten out of hand on one of these weekends, and he'd struggled to cope afterwards.

She knew he was giving her an opening to relieve her conscience, and inwardly, she thanked him for this, but she kept her mouth closed. No way could she admit to anyone what she had done or the turmoil she was feeling.

Around 10:00, Doug made up the bed in one of his daughter's rooms, and she disappointedly turned out the light at 10:30, slightly irked that he had not made a pass.

At the door, as they retired to bed, he asked, "Do you want to take tomorrow off? A rather obnoxious guy is bringing a stallion around tomorrow to service two of my mares."

Not wanting him to think her a prude, she replied, "No, I'd like to see that if I'm allowed."

"Sure. It can be a bit full-on if you are not used to it. I'm also worried about you meeting Stan, he's a rough diamond. He was the school bully back in the day." Then, as an afterthought, "He once reckoned he had slept with Shirley. No one believed him, though, and he later retracted it and admitted he'd made it up."

The following day, Rhonda rose as soon as she heard the shower going. Wanting to look her best for Doug and make the old-school bully jealous, she pulled on her shortest denim skirt, a tee shirt and the sexy top that Marie had made her buy. Rhonda beat Doug to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast. She found some lambs fry in the fridge, Bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, and beans. Doug gave her a whistle when he came into the room. Have you dressed up for Stan? He'll be tripping over his tongue all day. I warned you, he has a reputation."

Rhonda coloured up at the thought Doug would think she had dressed for another man.

"I tidied myself up for you, as you have been so nice to me. And I hoped your Stan might be a bit jealous of you."

Doug apologised for teasing her, and they set about their morning tasks. Around 11:00, Stan and a helper called Brian turned up. They had driven over from Cambridge. They unloaded the horse float, and Rhonda got her first close-up look at a thoroughbred stallion. It was quite a magnificent beast. Stan was tough and stocky, and he took control. Rhonda had no problem picturing him as the school bully. On the other hand, Brian was tall and thin and looked like some mafia hitman. The Stallion had sensed the mares in heat and was tossing its head and trying to bite the two men.