This story is fiction, but it does have some actual events woven into it. Most of these occurred around 2004, so pricing and technology reflect that time.
Rhonda Lawrence was sitting in bed with her laptop perched on her knees. She was reading a dirty story, something she was not totally comfortable with but had been reverting to for stimulation in the past few months. She had found Lush Stories after a friend of a friend let slip she had visited the site. The story she had opened before her was by one of her favourite authors, Mingemuncher. It was about a young girl going away on a sailing trip with some guys.
The story's main protagonist, Veronique, was on a beach being photographed by one of the guys she was sailing with, and you didn't need to be a brain surgeon to know that in the following two or three paragraphs, she was going to get fucked. Maybe, Rhonda hoped, by both the guys. More and more, Rhonda found herself searching for stories that had threesomes or group sex, especially with wives involved. This genre was far removed from the reality of her own life and made her uncomfortable, but reading stories with multiple partners turned her on more than she would have believed.
Rhonda was aware that her fingers had slid into the slippery mess between her legs. She glanced down and watched them sliding through her bright red curls. Her pubic hair was more vivid than the long burgundy curls touching her shoulder. She didn't go near her clit, it was much too soon to go near that. She felt around her opening, but again, she resisted plunging her fingers in and bringing herself off too soon. She craved release but wanted to hold off the exquisite rush for as long as possible.
Her mind drifted. Had she ever come close to having sex on a beach when she was younger? She was sure she hadn't. And there had never been the slightest possibility of having two men at once. Hell, she had only ever had one man. She had started dating Harry when she was barely legal, had gotten pregnant, and had to get married. Their son, Michael, was born five months after the wedding, and Gemma and Ian followed soon after.
'Bugger', she thought. Her mind had wandered, and the impending orgasm receded. She refocused, found where she was up to in the story and continued reading.
"Aaron kissed me hard, quite obviously - my tasting myself on Ryker's fingers turned him on. And I felt myself become aroused with this knowledge, and I greedily returned to sucking Ryker's fingers clean. He withdrew his fingers, and I continued attacking Aaron's tongue. I felt Ryker pushing his fingers between my legs again. He worked them around, not to get more juices this time, but instead, it seemed he was working at making me more aroused."
'Shit!' Rhonda exclaimed. She was about to cum, her fingers had spontaneously slipped inside, and her hips were bucking against their every thrust. As the orgasm built, she let her thumb rub against her clit. Rhonda imagined herself on the beach, with Ryker and Aaron scandalously driving her to a climax. She changed hands and plunged her creamy, wet fingers into her mouth. It was the first time she'd ever tasted herself, and her orgasm came on her like a derailing freight train. It was the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her scream of ecstasy was interrupted by a yelp of pain as she involuntarily bit down on her fingers. The laptop fell to the floor and started beeping, with one of the keys stuck down.
Catching her breath, she retrieved the laptop and turned it off. She lay on the bed thinking about her life. She was in a rut and becoming increasingly frustrated as the years rolled by. She needed to change things. Ten years ago, when the financial pressures of raising children peaked, she'd gotten a job at a bookshop. Harry, her husband, worked as a bar manager, the only job he'd ever had. The term 'Manager' might be taken to mean he was well paid. This was not the case. His earnings were average, and they had struggled with the expense of raising three children. School fees, uniforms, sports gear, and the mortgage forced Rhonda to find a job as soon as their youngest was able to be left in the care of the two older siblings.
They lived in Morrinsville, a small town supplying the farms of the Hauraki plains. She got a job in a bookshop on the main street. The job was a massive change from being stuck at home with a young family. She remembered the early thrill of meeting new people every day. She'd bought new clothes with her first two wage packets, making Harry jealous. He'd accused her of dressing up for other men. Chance would be a fine thing. But over the last ten years, long hours and minimum wages, her enthusiasm for the job had waned. The work was far from what she imagined when leaving school. Then, she dreamed of becoming a personal assistant to some high-flying Auckland executive who would whisk her away on overseas trips.
Her youngest, Ian, had gone flatting with some mates seven months earlier. Harry started work at midday and seldom got home before midnight. Their paths rarely crossed these days, as her hours were 9:00 to 5:00, Tuesday to Saturday. So the only time they had to themselves was Sunday. Far too often these days, she found Harry doing things with his mates on Sundays, and she would meet with their wives. Rhonda was thirty-nine and felt like her life was slipping away without her doing or achieving anything of note.
Slipping from her daydream, Rhonda slid out of bed. She opened the windows to rid the room of the pungent smell of sex. It was only 9:30 pm, so Harry wouldn't be home for another two hours at the earliest. She wondered about staying up and trying to entice him into having sex when he got home. But he'd been too tired the last few times Rhonda had tried and got grumpy with her. Also, he sometimes arrived much later, so she didn't fancy waiting up only to find him sneaking in long after midnight. She wondered if he was messing around with someone from the Pub. But apart from those odd late nights, she'd seen no evidence of his playing around. Unless his lack of interest in sex these days was an obvious sign? Rhonda did wonder why she was not upset by the thought that he may have another woman. A few years earlier, that thought would have messed with her head. But now she felt nothing more than a minor irritation at such thoughts, more to do with the fact he may be getting the sex that she wasn't.
She showered and got herself ready for bed. Tomorrow was Saturday and was her busiest day, so she needed to get some shuteye. But sleep wouldn't come, and she lay awake for the next hour or more thinking about her boring life. She'd been a good girl until she'd met Harry. He'd been worldly-wise and worked in a pub, such a sinful, exciting place for a young, innocent girl from a sheltered upbringing. And she'd succumbed to his charms way too quickly. She regretted that now. She'd never experienced any of the things she'd been reading about this last year. She'd never had anyone lick her pussy. She'd never been fucked in the ass, or for that matter, not even had another man see her naked. Many of these experiences were of her own choice. Harry had tried to get her to experiment, but her upbringing would not let her comply. Rhonda fell asleep, wondering if she'd ever experienced any of the filthy things she read about and now wished she had done.
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Rhonda woke early. Harry was lightly snoring beside her. She hadn't heard him arrive home. She knew he didn't wake up easily. Still, she quietly eased herself from the bed, grabbed the clothes she would wear to work that day, and headed to the bathroom to dress. He was still asleep when she left just after 8:00, so she figured he must have gotten home late.
It was only a five-minute drive to the shop, but after the previous night's story and her fantastic climax, Rhonda wondered who she might see that day. She'd been eyeing some male customers and picturing them doing unthinkable things lately. It helped the day pass more quickly. Luckily, the bookshop owner, Grayson, was in his mid-seventies and never seemed to notice her blushing retreats to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face after serving some of her more eligible customers.
The morning was quiet, but one of her regulars walked into the shop just after midday. Doug McKenzie came in twice a month to collect his magazines. Even though he was handsome, he was a bit older, so she'd never given him much thought. But today, her body tingled as he approached, and taking in his rugged good looks, she imagined herself wrapped in his arms. She threw him a smile and, feeling herself beginning to colour up, she turned away quickly, pretending to search the racks for his order.
There was nothing there. She knew there wouldn't be, as he'd collected his magazines the previous Saturday. When she turned back to inform him that there was nothing, she saw he was holding out a card to her.
"I'm wondering if I can place this in your window. I need to employ a woman to work on the farm."
"Of course," stammered Rhonda. "It's five dollars for the first week and two dollars for any following weeks."
Rhonda looked at the card. Doug stuck his hand in his pocket for his wallet. The card read that he wanted a woman for light work at Stirling Station. The woman must be in good health and physically sound, as the work is physical and involves some lifting. The address was out by the Kaimai Ranges, and Doug's name and mobile number were typed below the message.
Rhonda looked around to see if Grayson was still out back and asked, "What does the work involve? I could be interested."
Doug looked at her, "I don't think it would be for you. You're much too cultivated to be mucking out and working on a farm." Then, seeing her disappointed look, he stammered out. "Look. You're a fine-looking woman, but do you know how messy and smelly a farm can be? Also, I have a couple of boys working for me, and the language is often pretty rough."
Rhonda had dreamed about leaving the bookshop, but until this minute, it had been nothing but a hopeless desire. She had no idea what she would be qualified to do. She had been at the top of her class in high school and was destined to go to university. But getting pregnant had quashed that dream. So this looked like the opportunity of her lifetime. She loved animals and was not afraid of hard work.
She stood up straight and stared into his eyes. "I'm not afraid of hard work, and the smells can't be worse than the multitude of nappies I've changed. I need to get out of this shop. It's boring me to tears. Could I come and see what the job involves?"
Looking uncertain, Doug asked, "What day can you come?"
"Monday would be good. I don't work on Mondays."
"Alright, Monday it is then. Do you have any gumboots? I have some that might fit if you don't. And wear older clothes. Nothing like the pretty dress you're wearing. Although there should be some overalls in the barn, you could use to protect your clothes."
"What will I be doing?"
A man of few words, Doug had already said more than Jenny had ever heard from him. He looked to be deciding what to say. Then his shoulders slumped in resignation, and he opened up, "My wife has left me. She ran the roadside stall. I'd close it down, but I've had customers complaining, so I figure if I got a woman to stock it and help with the chooks, etc., I could keep the Stall running."
Rhonda realised she had visited the Stall once. It was on the road from Te Aroha to Paeroa, and she had bought some eggs there some months back. She had meant to call in again for eggs and veggies but had never returned.
"I know where you are. I've bought eggs from you in the past. What time should I come?"
Can you leave it until after lunch? I'll be out moving stock all morning."
Doug went to hand her the $5.00, but Rhonda waved it away. "I'll place the advert in the window if I'm uninterested. I don't want someone else to get the job ahead of me," she grinned, sliding the card into her pocket.
The rest of the afternoon flew by. Rhonda was so excited. She had not asked about hours and wages, but she wasn't too worried, as they didn't really need her to work now that the kids had left the roost. She didn't say a thing to Grayson and decided that she wouldn't mention anything to Harry about the job until she'd been out to the farm, as she knew he wouldn't approve.
