Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  return of the farmgirl part 5 of 5

Codes; M/F/F

Summery; Farmer Ken wants to plant his seeds in his young bride Amy, but that wild Isabel keeps getting it instead. The two women are keeping him pretty well milked actually.

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Return of the farmgirl  part 1   part 2   part3    part 4

Return of the farm girl part 5;

I was unloading some seed with Rick over at his place a few days after the wedding.

"Is that Isabel going to be staying much longer?" Rick asked.

"I dunno." I grunted, heaving another sack. "She said something about filming starting next month in Madrid, so I guess she has to go by then."

"I don't trust her." Rick said. "There's something weird about that woman."

I nodded my agreement without offering any more information.

What was I going to tell my church going friend, neighbor, and father in law?

That his only daughter seemed more interested in watching me do it to Isabel than doing it with me herself? That we were having wild three-way sex every night?

I loved Amy, and despite all we had done together, I still didn't care for Isabel. I wished she would just go back to where she belonged and leave me and my new bride in peace.

Besides, those two women were wearing me out; I have to work in the daytime, and being "up" half the night takes a toll on a man my age.

"It doesn't seem right to have her staying with you." Rick persisted, "She is... was..."

"Amy's lover?"

Rick grunted; he didn't talk about that type of thing, especially regarding his daughter. But I knew he'd been pretty unhappy about Amy living with Isabel in Europe.

I went back across to my house at around 5:30. I hesitated at my own front door; what would be going on in there, I wondered? Usually, they were just hanging around in the evening, talking or cooking. But once or twice...

Well, one time I found them in the bathtub together. Not really doing anything much, just cuddling in the warm soapy water, my wife playing with her girlfriend's breasts.

Another time, they were in the bedroom, and Amy had her face in Isabel's crotch.

"Hey babe! Come join us!" my wife had said.

But by the time I'd had my shower they were watching something on TV.

I took a breath and pushed my door open. I admit I did try to avoid excess noise. Hell, they knew I'd be home at about that time, but it was fun to sneak up on them.

There was a roast cooking in the oven, but no one downstairs, so I went up to the bedroom.

They were both in bed, waiting for me.

Dark haired little Isabel wore a white gauzy negligee, her hot curvy body tantalizingly visible through the thin fabric, the hem just covering her doubtlessly shaved groin.

My long legged wife wore fine mesh black net stockings, a garter belt, and a black satin half bra that left her nipples exposed. Her hair must have been just brushed, it was shining and golden on the pillow, the smooth glossy yellow at perfect contrast to her girlfriend's gleaming black; her long lean strong body in contrast to Isabel's small delicate frame.

Isabel had her head on Amy's shoulder and her hand moved lazily across Amy's flat belly.

Amy smiled at me hungrily and opened her long legs in silent invitation.

"I have to have a shower." I told her.

"Be quick." She suggested needlessly.

I was, but when I came out the two of them were already pretty into it.

Isabel lay on her back in my bed with her knees up and spread, while Amy's blond head, already converting to tangles, was moving around between her thighs. I stood and watched them as I finished toweling myself. Isabel looked at me and smirked proudly. She knew I was jealous of her, and she liked to rub my nose in the fact that she was having sex with my bride regardless.

I was pretty sure she didn't like me anymore than I liked her; yet neither of us could refuse sex with the other.

Despite how deeply I loved Amy, and how much I resented, nearly hated, Isabel; the fact was that sex with Isabel was more exciting than with Amy.

Of course that bothered me a lot, but I knew she had to leave for home soon; with a half a continent and the Atlantic ocean between us, I was confident there would be no more conflict. Life would slow down to a more normal, sustainable pace.

I stepped over to the head of the bed, and offered the bossy little Spanish woman my stiffening cock. She reached out a hand and took it, teasing me with her fingers as my sweet wife continued to lick her greedy snatch.

She looked at me with her dark sexy eyes, and her exotic lips stretched into a tight smile of triumph. She had us both in her hands, she was taking us over.

She opened her mouth and took my cock in. we looked at each other, our battle of wills totally in contrast with the pleasure we found in each other sexually.

Isabel couldn't get enough of me; she went wild for my cock, in her hands, mouth, or vagina. As if she was trying to catch up on all the years of hetero sex she'd missed, I thought sometimes. 

She liked to kiss, cuddle, or just lay back while I gave it to her good and hard.

Yet the rest of the time, when we weren't doing anything sexual, she was sullen and bitchy with me.

Amy, in contrast, was my angel; her eyes always lit up as they saw me, her smile was always there for me.

Anyway, there we were, me standing by the head of the bed as Isabel sucked my cock and Amy licked her out, and she was coming within a few seconds.

I watched her angular, beautiful face. Her big dark eyes, her fine little hands clutching at my wife's head and the shaft of my cock as she wallowed in her orgasm.

As Isabel's contractions passed, Amy lifted up her face and got up onto her knees, then came over to kiss me.

She put her arms around my neck, her big young breasts just touching my chest, and she beamed at be happily.

For Amy, I'd do just about anything, I thought to myself. I'd even do her sullen sexy girlfriend.

We kissed, my wife reeking of her friend's sex. She pulled away. Isabel had let go of my cock and was kissing Amy's thighs.

"Come on, Isabel needs it!" Amy bubbled, and pulled me by the hand into our bed. Getting behind me, Amy took my ready rod in her hands, and pulling at it, while pushing with her hips against my ass, brought me unerringly into her girlfriend's waiting crotch.

My cock slid into her lubricated passage without any difficulty. Well, not physical difficulty anyway.

Amy laughed cheerfully as I went to work, ramming Isabel relentlessly. My wife moved around and lay down alongside her lady lover, and they kissed as Amy stroked her face.

They looked into each other's eyes rapturously, and for a brief time the depth of their feelings was revealed.

I wondered; did Amy love me that much? As much as she loved Isabel?

What was love anyways? A bonding process between two people. The forming of an alliance. Perhaps leading to a pact [marriage for instance] of mutual care, even the sharing of wealth.

We sealed our love with sex; mutual pleasure, a private, shared experience.

So why in hell was I copulating with Isabel? That had me confused.

She started to come again after a minute, looking into Amy's eyes.

The oven timer rang downstairs.

"I'd better go look after dinner." Amy said, "You guys have fun, and come down when you're ready."

She hopped out of bed and pulled a robe on as she went out the door.

I was on top of Isabel, my cock stiff inside her, her hands on my waist. She looked at me blankly.

I realized we'd never had sex without Amy in the room.

"You don't like me, do you?" She asked.

"Not really." I said, and gave her a couple of strokes.

"I don't like you either." She said, asking for more with pressure from her fingertips.

I pounded her a few more times, then stopped again. "Then why are we doing this?" I asked her.

"Because it feels so good." She said, orbiting her hips below me, forcing my stiff rod in and out of herself.

"At first, I thought you were good looking but stupid." She went on as I started to work her again, "Then I realize; No, you have a brain, you just don't use it so often."

I banged her angrily for that.

"Uh Uh Uh... I never thought I would like it with a man, I never let a man do this to me by my own will. I also don't know why I want you all the time; I see your jealousy when I'm with Amy, uh...uh.... I see the resentment in your eyes, even as I take your penis in my hands, but it always gets hard anyway. And when you do this to me, I hate you, because I can't resist you. I come, and I don't understand why uh... uh... and I see the victory in your eyes when I do, and I don't care, because I feel good."

I fucked her, shocked at her candor. Shocked that she knew all those things, and still lay there below me, her legs wrapped around me, writhing in pleasure as I pumped her.

One thing she said struck me; allowed willingly. So had she been unwilling with someone? Raped, traumatized?

"Kiss me!" she demanded, and without thinking about it, I did.

Long and deep, our mouths locked as my cock went on, relentless, unstoppable. Until she came again.

"You bastard!" she grunted, planting her small feet on the mattress and bucking her hips upwards to meet my strokes. "Every time you make me come, I hate you more." She claimed, "Roll over, I want to be on top."

I was getting winded by then, I complied with her demand, flipping the two of us around without pulling out.

Above me now, she rocked her small perfect body forward and back grinding her clitoris against the base of my shaft at the bottom of each stroke, her palms pressing against my shoulders and her breasts swinging just above my chest.

"Each time, I tell myself I won't do it again with you, that it's wrong to have sex with a person I don't like." She said quietly. "Then I find myself like this again, unable to stop."

I held her tight round ass cheeks in my hands as she did the work.

"So why don't you just go home?" I asked her, surprised at this sudden bout of outspokenness from us both.

"To my cold bed and empty house? I am famous in my country, you might think that's very nice, but actually it is not. I have stalkers; I cannot meet people easily, because everyone already knows me. I am always recognized. Uh... uh... damn your hard fucking cock!"

Her eyes closed in concentration as her jet black hair tickled my neck. I never felt the need to come when I was with Isabel, but never lost my hard on either. It was as if my dick was as confused as the rest of me about her; turned on by her sexy voice, hot body, and exquisite face. But turned off by her desire for my wife, her interference, and her bitchiness.

"Come on, Isabel! There must be people who are like you, the rich and famous crowd."

"But I am not rich. I was a TV actress for 20 years, but they don't pay like they do here.  Now I am nothing; I have no roles to play. I am a nobody here in America, addicted to sex with my girlfriend's husband who hates me."

"I don't hate you, Isabel." I said, because for that moment, it was true.

"I don't even like men!" she continued, as though I hadn't spoke, "Uh, uh... "Men, with their rigid square hairy bodies and disgusting fluid squirting everywhere, always running off with the next pretty woman they see, like animals in a forest. And here I am, cooking for you and cleaning your house! I am disgusted with myself!"

She stopped, and looked down at me. My hard cock was unchanged, deep in her tight frame, but I felt a change in my heart. Her cry for sympathy did have an effect.

I ran my hands up her smooth short back, across her shoulders and neck, and held her face in my hands. She looked incredibly sad suddenly, on the verge of tears.

"Come here." I said, and pulled her face down.

Her body seemed as light as a feather against me as I kissed her lightly but passionately. Just to ease her insecurity, to show her a touch of respect.

After all, whatever else we felt, we were lovers; reluctant perhaps, but the fact was we had shared many orgasms by that time.

I heaved upwards and rolled her onto her back again. I began to pump her long, slow, and hard. Looking into her dark troubled eyes, I felt compassion for her.

"I know you are a good man." She breathed, "But you have taken Amy from me... and you... oh... oh my god, not again!"

Her hips were bucking and her fingers clenched my shoulders as she began to come, hot and energetically.

"AHH, AHH!" she cried, uninhibitedly.

As her small body crashed and writhed below me, pinned by my cock. She came with an energy I hadn't known from other women, not even Amy.

In the midst of her orgasm, she put her arms around me and held herself tight against me, crushing her generous breasts against my chest; her legs wrapped around my ass, and she was actually hanging from me, a few inches above the mattress, since I was still holding myself on my hands and knees.  

She swung below me, striving to push herself deeper around my stiff rod, wallowing in an orgasm that didn't seem to end.

And finally, I felt the urge; I didn't hold back at all, I let it rip into her, the full strength of my balls working to empty myself and fill her up with semen.

It was good to finish; to call an end to our unholy coupling. My seed was my message, my victory over her. She could tempt me, seduce me, and have her fun, but in the end, I always did this to her. Because that's what men do, because that's the difference, Isabel! When you have sex with a man, there's an end point. When you get slimed.   

"You son of a bitch!" she hissed, dropping back onto the mattress, "You did it again!"

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself." I told her, straight faced.

I let my weight on top of her, clamped her reluctant head between my palms, and gave her a hard triumphant kiss, my cock still buried in her flooded vagina, as she struggled half heartedly to free herself.

"Hey you guys, dinner is on the table." Amy said from the doorway.

I broke from Isabel's mouth and twisted my head to look at my sweet young wife, the woman who should be receiving my sperm; not for dominance or spite, but to start our family.

After all, every month Amy didn't conceive, I was another month older. I'm not a young man any more, if I'm going to be a dad, it'd better be sooner rather than later.

Amy smiled at me happily, and I realized that from where she was standing, she could probably see right between my open legs, to the point my thing was stuffed into her girlfriend.

"God, I'm so glad you guys are getting along so well these days." Amy said. "Come on, or the meat will dry out."

Amy had been pretty challenging, sexually speaking, on her own. The two of them together were pushing me to my limits.

When I got too tired, I just lay on my back and let them take turns riding me; but what they both really liked was good hard service from above.

I woke early one morning to fingers gently tickling my cock. I just lay there for a while, enjoying it. It was good to feel the affection from my wife.

I opened my eyes after a while, and I saw that it wasn't Amy; it was Isabel, who was lying on my other side. Amy was still asleep.

In the thin grey predawn light, the small sensitive fingers caressed me. I looked at her and she grinned.

I had a sudden realization; why Isabel was so wild to have me at every opportunity. It was to keep me from Amy.

Every time my seed went into Isabel's exquisite but older frame, it was kept away from Amy's fertile tubes. Each month Amy wasn't pregnant was another chance for Isabel to lure her away from me.

Yes, Isabel enjoyed sex with me, I had no doubt about that. But underneath lay a deeper motivation, a certain desperation. While she usually complained about me coming inside her ["What a disgusting mess!"], she always did her damndest to get me to do it; she would kiss me, hold me, beat me, squeeze me, even stick her finger in my ass. 3 nights out of 4 it seemed, I was coupled with Isabel for the finish.

The manipulative little woman eased down to my cock and took it in her mouth, facing me.

She knew her power; the undeniable beauty of her face. She knew from a lifetime of experience that looking a man in the eyes could get her what she wanted.

And the epitome of that look, the particular variant meaning; "Give me your seed."

Let her have it, so she could suck it down, a few grams of protein for her belly instead of an embryo for Amy's womb? What if I would push her away, tell her to go back to her own country, her own house, find her own wife?

Amy would wake; be upset. The truth was, I was afraid... afraid of a show down. How could I be sure which way Amy would go? We had gotten married so quickly, how could I be sure? Isabel lived a different lifestyle in Spain than we did at the farm. Parties and restaurants, yachts and swimming pools were her habitat. She said she didn't have money, but she meant relative to other celebrities. She owned a beautiful seaside villa at least, and I knew she had some investments too. Not rich by the standards of her friends, but far richer than me and my little farm in the Midwest.

So I just lay there quietly and let her suck my cock. I reached out and groveled Amy's tangled blond head. She moaned and rolled over, but didn't wake up to join in.

Isabel sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down so hard I thought Amy would surely wake up, but she didn't.

Finally, Isabel lifted her face from my undefeated cock; but she wasn't through yet.

She sat up, and rolled backwards onto her elbows. Planting her feet on either side of my waist, she lifted her tight little rear up and pushed her naked vagina against my balls, rubbing herself against me, grinning her challenge.

My dick was like wood, my wife slept on.

I took my cock in my hand and bent it towards my tormentor. She pulled back and positioned herself, then speared herself with my rod as she moved her compact body towards me again.

She rotated her hips, orbiting my rod. She sat upright on my lap, lifting her big breasts in her hands and letting them fall enticingly. She rolled forward and fitted a nipple in my mouth, her hips rolling around wildly as her tight snatch gripped my manhood evilly.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Amy interjected, "How is a girl supposed to get some sleep around here?"

"Amy, get the strapon." Isabel told her.

Something that had been bothering me for a while was how Isabel often seemed to tell Amy what to do; "Make a pot of tea, darling." She'd say.

"Ok." Amy would reply, and hop to it. Or, "Change the channel, this is boring." Or "Draw us a bath."

Anyway, like always, Amy didn't question Isabel, but got out of bed and went into the other room [which was supposed to be Isabel's, but actually she always slept with us].

The beautiful Spaniard smirked at me as she rotated her tight bottom around my shaft. "You have never seen this I think." She said, her jet black hair gleaming in the first shaft of dawn coming through the window.

Amy came back into the room, her big pale breasts standing proudly before her, tangled blond hair falling half across her face as she dangled something odd in her hand.

She climbed into bed and lay down next to me, crawling close, she kissed me.

"Good morning Mr. Clemens" She said with a grin.

I put my arm around her naked back and ran my fingers across her smooth pale back.

"Good morning Mrs. Clemens." I answered her.

Isabel lifted herself up off my cock and stood above us, her feet on the mattress to either side of me. In her hands, she had the odd object Amy had fetched for her.

Amy put her head on my shoulder and stroked my belly affectionately as we watched Isabel.

It was a "strapon", an artificial penis on a belt. The main part was completely realistic, a little bit smaller than mine. At the base, it passed through a set of straps, then angled sharply upwards. Isabel opened her shapely thighs, and as I stared up at her, she inserted that last part into the passage my cock had occupied just a minute before. She reached around herself and attached the belt around her waist, and another one underneath that connected to the first behind her. She did this with an easy, practiced motion, like you'd tie your shoes.

Well, I have to admit Isabel was right. I had definitely never seen that.

It hung in a stiff low arc in front of her, the belt around her hips and under her crotch fairly matching the color of her pale skin, so that it was barely noticeable. The thing itself sure was though, as was the grin on Isabel's face. She was obviously very fond of it.

She grabbed hold of it and waved it back and forth, which of course caused the section that was in her vagina to move too.

"Come on, Amy, let's show him how we do it." Isabel said.

Amy giggled, slightly nervously. "Ok." She said, and flipped herself onto her back, long legs spread wide.

I wondered if I should have objected; but what was there to say? My wife had woke to the bed bouncing as Isabel and I were doing it, and she hadn't made any kind of fuss about it, so how could I complain about their fun now?

Isabel bent her knees and Amy took the latex thing in her hand. It looked weird; it was so realistic, it was just weird.

My wife wetted it with her mouth, sucking fake cock for a moment; Then Isabel stepped back and kneeled between her open thighs, positioned it with her hand, and gently pushed it in.

"MMMMM." Said Amy.

"RRRRR." Went Isabel.

I was left watching as the two of them went to it, tongues and mouths fluttering together as Isabel's tight round ass rose and fell between my wife's thighs, the artificial phallus making my old penis pretty much redundant.

That night I came in from the barn to find the two of them dressed up a bit.

Amy was in white; the shimmering long dress she married me in, her hair brushed to a golden luster, pink lipstick and matching nail polish. You'd never think this woman was doing farm work until a couple of hours before.

Isabel was in black; in four inch heels, net stockings, a very short tight skirt that few other women her age could have pulled off, and a thin slightly transparent black top.

I went upstairs for a shower, wondering what the two of them had cooked up for me, and I don't mean food.

I came downstairs to find the lights mostly off, and the table set for two; a white tablecloth, wine glasses, and candles. Isabel was sitting at the table, waiting for me.

"Have a seat." Amy said.

"What about you?" I asked her.

"I'm serving tonight." She said.

I sat down across from Isabel, who was looking infuriatingly fabulous.

Aside from the fact that her breasts were teasing the eyes through her lacy black blouse, her hair was thick and gleaming black around her smooth shoulders. Her makeup was just right, and she was wearing diamonds in her ears; each one could have probably bought me a new truck.

Amy poured two glasses of wine and then went into the kitchen."So how was your day?" Isabel asked, teasing the wine glass with her mouth.

"All right." I said. "Had to lay a new irrigation line and repair a pump."

"Hum." She said, obviously not really interested, "I had an interesting talk to Amy's mother today." She said.

That made me nervous; I sure didn't want Elisa to know I was having sex with Isabel, or Isabel to know I'd once had a fling with Elisa.

"So what did you talk about?" I asked.

"Lots of things; farming, the economy, the Fletcher ranch."

"That place? The old man is asking twice what it's worth."

"I don't think so." Isabel said.

"The fields would take three years to be put right, most of the acreage is up the mountain, and the high tension lines run right behind the house."

"But it includes the top of the ridge." She said.

Amy came in with hot pots on a tray.

"Tonight we have pork chops with a mustard sauce, steamed broccoli with sour cream, and potatoes au gratin." She said as she began to fill our plates.

I felt angry; what the hell was all this? Isabel acting like my wife while my wife acting was like a serving girl.

"It's so windy up there, everything's blown away but the rocks." I growled at Isabel.

"Yes exactly." She said, taking a delicate forkful. "It would be just the place for a wind farm."

"A wind farm!" I exploded, "I don't want no damn wind farm on the ridge above my place! What the hell do you mean by coming here and interfering in our lives?"

I got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

About 15 minutes passed before Amy came looking for me.

"I thought I'd find you here." She said.

I was sitting at my workbench out in the shed.

"Don't be mad at Isabel." She pleaded, "She's just trying to fit in."

"That's just the problem Amy." I said, "I don't want her to fit in. Now look, she's a pretty lady and all, and we had some fun, there's no denying that. But I thought she was going back to Spain. What's all this about the Fletcher place and wind farms?"

"Isabel just sold a couple of rental properties in Barcelona, and is looking for an investment opportunity, that's all."

"Well, there isn't much opportunity around here." I said, "My banker says I'd be better off selling out and putting the money into mutual funds and such like."

"We can talk about all that later; right now the dinner I made for you is getting cold, and so is Isabel. Why are you so mad? Do you feel threatened by her?"

"Maybe I do." I admitted.

"Just because she's gorgeous, rich, and successful?"

"That could be a good part of it."

"Well come on inside and eat, then fuck her good until you feel better." My sweet wife suggested.

"Shit, Amy; I can't deny I surrendered to temptation a few times, but you're the only one I really want."

"And I want you too, baby." She said, stepping up to my stool and putting her arms around me, pulling my head to her chest.  "But Isabel is still part of my life. We lived together for years, I just can't tell her to go. Come on inside, we'll work it all out ok?"

With my face buried between her big young breasts, I could refuse her nothing.

The porkchops were cold, but were tasty anyway. Isabel sipped her wine delicately, her perfect face, long thin neck, and pert breasts teasing me; Yes, I was pissed off, and yes, I would still succumb to the temptation of her beauty.

"Are you guys ready for desert?" Amy called from the kitchen.

"Yes." Isabel called back.

I should probably mention that ever since Amy had moved in, she'd kept the drapes tightly shut at night; just in case one or both of her folks came calling around, they wouldn't see what was going on through the windows. And we'd started keeping the doors latched too, because normally we all just walked right in to each other's houses like we were all family [which of course we now were].

Anyway, Amy came out wearing nothing but a smile. She cleared everything from the table, took it all into the kitchen, and came back with a tub of ice-cream and a couple of spoons.

No bowls though.

Amy took a small spoon of vanilla ice cream into her mouth, then bent to kiss me. I took her breasts in my hands, reveling at the firm soft weight of them, as my mouth was filled with the cold vanilla.

"MMMM." Amy said, "Twice the pleasure and half the calories! For me at least."

She took another spoonful and kissed her girlfriend, and I couldn't help but run my finger over her naked rear end, as it was so close by.

After a few more ice-cream kisses each, Amy hoisted herself up on the table and laid down, spooning some ice-cream onto each breast. She giggled happily as Isabel and I obligingly licked it off, catching most of the melting dribbles before they found the tablecloth.

More ice-cream on her flat belly, then she started to put it between her open thighs.

Isabel and I took turns kissing Amy's mouth and licking ice-cream from her vagina; I was surprised how good the combination [vanilla and vagina] was, but I was worried she might get freeze burns or something.

"Let's switch!" Amy bubbled, "Why don't you get on the table, Ken? Come on, get you clothes off!"

I had a slight hesitation, but hell, by that time we'd done all kinds of weird stuff, so this didn't seem so outlandish. I stripped off and got up on the dinner table.

The two women started to stroke my naked body.

I let myself relax and enjoy it; it did feel good. I watched Amy's face, her smile. She was really having fun, and that made just about anything ok.

I looked at Isabel; her face was more guarded. Why did she always have to be there, spoiling things? Sure, my cock was stiff as she played with it, her fingers on my body were exciting sexually. But she just didn't belong here, I needed to stop having sex with her and get on with my life with Amy.

Then Amy took a spoon of Ice-cream into her mouth before going down on me.

Well I almost bounced right off the table; it was pretty wild, her mouth was ice-cold, and my hard cock could barely take it. It was a turn-on yet a turn-off at the same time. The cold made my cock want to retract, yet my wife's sexy mouth made me as stiff as ever. The cold only took a few seconds to go away as it melted. But the cream was left behind, and the sensation of her mouth was softer, greased by it.

"Ooh, that looks nice." Isabel said.

"It is!" Amy said enthusiastically, "Try it!"

And Isabel sucked my cock with ice-cream too.

"It's much tastier that way." She commented.

Oh damn; there I was, laying on my own dining table, watching that hot blooded European actress suck my cock, her big dark eyes looking back at me, hot and cold, good and bad, bitter and sweet.

Amy bent over my face and kissed me, her mouth still sweet with ice cream. She lifted her face up slightly and smiled, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim light as her friend continued to do her thing on my thing.

"I love you, baby." I told her earnestly.

"I love you too." She said happily.

She hung her tits over my face, bouncing them across my cheeks, dipping first one nipple into my mouth, then the other.

I wanted to make love with her, without Isabel getting in the way. But what could I do? The woman had my cock in her throat already.

"Let's move this up to the bedroom." I suggested.

"You guys go ahead, I have to clear up and have a quick shower." Amy said.

Both women pulled away, and I got off the table, my wet stiff dick pointing forward. Amy gave me a last kiss as Isabel toyed with it.

Amy, still naked, took the ice cream and spoons into the kitchen. Isabel, still dressed, pulled at my cock urgently, leading me towards the stairs.

Why was I letting this annoying woman lead me around by my cock, I wondered? I could have made an excuse.

The truth was, I liked doing it to her. My dick was stiff with anticipation, waiting to get into her lovely little body. I didn't like her, but I did like fucking her.

Up in the bedroom, she pulled off her dress as I watched from the bed.

She climbed on, straddling my thighs, on her knees with my cock in her hand, she set it against her damp, insatiable hole.

"I don't like you so much."  She said, sliding herself down my pole, "But I like the sex."

I took one of her fruity breasts in each hand as she rocked back and forth on my stiff rod, pleasuring herself.

"Why?" I asked her, also wondering why she'd reopened this subject; did it turn her on to talk about our feelings while we had sex?

She stopped and looked down at me, her big dark eyes dangerously beautiful, inescapably attractive.

"I don't know." She said.

"To keep me from Amy?" I asked.

"Perhaps." She said, resuming her motion, "I admit it makes me jealous when she looks at you that way she used to only look at me."

"But Amy isn't here now." I pointed out, "Why are we doing this? What is it you want?"

"I don't know." She said, but I didn't believe her.

I lifted her up and threw her onto her back, rolled on top of her and reinserted my dick into her wet vagina.

She grunted as I began to give it to her hard.

"Come with me." She urged, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her breathing increased.

Her big eyes glared at me, challenging my emotions. My cock was quivering, my balls aching to accede to her demand; and they did.

I felt her body tense, her abdominal muscles contracting as she went into orgasm, her short smooth legs suddenly clamping me, and I let go.

Usually I'd hold back, but Amy might be 20 or 30 minutes; I didn't want to try to hold on that long alone with Isabel.

So I shot my juice into her, my stiff cock deep in her tight little frame, filling her with my semen.

Then there was stillness, the two of us looking at each other with, I suppose, equal confusion. How had two self respecting human beings ended up stuck together like a dog and a bitch?

I pulled out and rolled over, lying down next to her. After a few seconds, she shifted closer, and I stretched my arm out so she could put her head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted about it all; but we'd done it, and I wasn't going to be unfriendly afterwards.

"I never had a boyfriend." She said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"When I was young... I was attacked by a man. After that I was always afraid. What Amy said is true; inside myself, I always wanted to, but I was too afraid."

I didn't say anything, but I was touched by her opening herself up to me at last. After all the sex we'd had, perhaps at last we might share a little intimacy.

"And now, I'm forty-one years old. This is perhaps my last chance." She added.

"You're a beautiful woman, Isabel." I told her, "Some say life only begins at forty."

"Yes, maybe. But if I want to have children, it must be now."

My heart suddenly shrunk in my chest, my balls sucked up into my belly, I felt the blood leave my face, and I think my hair might have stood on end too.

What an idiot I was! She was in heat! I was a stud!

Just then Amy came in, still naked but cleaned up. She smiled at us.

"Well that just looks SO cute!" she said happily. "Can I get you guys anything? How about coffee?"

The following evening, the women reversed roles. Isabel was "serving". I had a beautiful candlelit dinner with my lovely wife, while the hot actress served us, wearing very high heels and a very short black dress, with lacey white bands on her head and thighs for the "French maid" look.

I had to remind myself that I was still a small farmer who was struggling to make ends meet.

After dinner, Isabel changed into a colorful transparent outfit, with sequins and so on. She put on some kind of Arabic music, and danced for us.

There's no use trying to describe it; I'd never seen real bellydancing before, and it was about the sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed.

I was impressed at the movements she was making, the control of her hips and stomach. She flirted with us as she rang little thimbles that were strapped to her fingers and thumbs, smiling as she teased us with glimpses of her body through semi-transparent wrappings while writhing to some kind of Arab music.

Amy laughed and cuddled next to me, and near the end she put her hand on my cock.

"So, you're turned on by my girlfriend." She said with mock anger.

"It's not her, honey, it's you." I told her.

Isabel rotated her firm ass in our faces, the gauze covering it more sexy than naked, as the music ended.

"Bend over, sweetie." Amy told her.

My wife slid her hand under Isabel's outfit and caressed her ass.

"Why don't you get undressed?" she suggested to me.

It seemed like a good idea...

"Isabel, go get a condom for my husband." Amy instructed.

"A condom?" Isabel queried, "Why do we suddenly want a condom?"

"This is my night, don't ask questions." Amy told her. "Now do as I say!

"Yes Amy." Isabel answered. She straightened up and went upstairs.

Amy stood up, and pulling me by the hand, we went upstairs too.

Amy, still dressed, kissed me and pulled at my stiff rod as Isabel rolled the condom down it.

I felt better about doing Isabel with a rubber; she wasn't the one I wanted to make pregnant. Then again, while watching her dance I did find myself thinking; would it be so bad to knock her up? Diversify my assets so to speak, sow some oats in another field.

Her visa was running out, and soon she'd have to go. The closer the date got, the less I felt threatened be her.

"On your hands and knees." Amy told her.

Isabel was still wearing the see through costume, and Amy pulled it up, exposing her sexy bottom again.

As I took up position behind, my stiff rod ready for action, Amy pulled out her little tube of lubricant, and put a dab on the tip, grinning at me. She took my member in her hand and set it decisively against her girlfriend's anus.

"What are you doing?" Isabel demanded. But she didn't move away.

"Just stay still." Amy admonished her, "You might like it."

I hesitated, waiting for a signal. I wasn't going to do it if Isabel didn't want me to; I had mixed feelings about her, but I wasn't going to push my cock up her ass without her explicit consent.

"Go on Ken." Amy said, "Give it to her!"

"She has to ask for it." I said, my stiff rod still pushing against her rear. She made no move to pull away.

"Well, what do you say?" Amy asked her sternly.

"I want it." Isabel squeaked.

"You want what?"

"I want Ken... I want him to... put it in."

"In where?"

"In my ass!"

Now I love Amy more than anything, and her strong frame and long legs are my idea of perfection. But I have to admit, that Isabel has an ass like a schoolgirl; and the fact that she's closer to my age just makes it all the more impressive.

I put a hand on each cheek, rubbing a little harder with my thumbs, spreading her tight little buns, looking at the small closed hole. It seemed impossible that my thing could go in there; but damn, it would be just the right reply to her manipulations.

Slowly but deliberately, I pushed my dick into her reluctant but acquiescent ass.

I watched as her tight little hole opened at the pressure, and as my cock eased into her.

"How does that feel, darling?" Amy asked her with a laugh, "Don't worry, it gets better after a little while."

She looked at me and said, "Don't stop now, honey!"

Damn, but she was tight; it almost hurt she was squeezing so hard. But the tip was inside, and we were well greased.

"Stop! No!" Isabel cried, but I had it in already, so I just held still for a few seconds. I didn't want to pull out yet. Because it felt good [to me], and because Amy was getting a real charge out of it.

"Relax, darling!" Amy said to her, "Just get into it, it's really far out once you get used to it."

"It's horrible, I don't want to get used to it!" Isabel objected as I pushed my greased rod slightly deeper.

"Just do it for me." Amy said to her; Amy was so excited, it was contagious. And I have to admit, it felt pretty good.

Firstly, her ass was about the tightest thing I'd ever known, and her struggling just made it more intense. And secondly, there was the dominance of it; Amy working with me to subdue her uppity girlfriend. Of course, I knew it wasn't right; doing something to someone who wasn't completely willing. I knew I'd regret it later, and I sure did, too.

"Oh, just loosen up!" Amy laughed, unconcerned at Isabel's objections, "Give it to her Mr. Clemens."

"If you say so, Mrs. Clemens." I replied, and eased my thing the final inch into Isabel's tight rear, until her round little cheeks were against my lower belly.

"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary!" Isabel whined, "What are you doing to me!"

It felt fantastic; the heat, the pressure, the knowledge of Isabel's torment. I teased her by kissing her neck affectionately, fondling her breasts as I humped her rear carefully, with short strokes, keeping myself deep inside her.

"Oh my god!" Isabel mumbled, and damned if she didn't come, while Amy kissed her deeply, clutching Isabel's face in her hands.

The little woman began to move, orbiting her middle around my cock, her anus like a vice around the base of my shaft, while there was much less pressure up inside.

I took her hipbones in my hands and pushed a little harder as Amy hitched up her skirt and pulled off her undies. She sat with her thighs spread under Isabel's face, took the older woman's head in her hands, and pulled her face down.

"OOH, that feels nice." Amy cooed as [I presumed] Isabel went to work on her clit. "Fuck her, Ken. Fuck her ass. She deserves it."

I proceeded carefully. She was so tight, I felt I'd better go slow and easy. I forced it in deeper, then pulled it out slowly.

"Isabel has some bills to pay." Amy went on, holding her friend's face down between her legs, "She used to make me do it while she watched."

"What do you mean?" I asked, pushing my hard rod into Isabel's tight round rear again.

"When I moved in with her, I was a broke teenager with a backpack." Amy explained, "Isabel was a television star, a celebrity. She had a big villa on the beach, fancy friends, and servants."

I did the rich celebrity ass with care, enjoying her surrender as much as the tight hot grip on my cock.

"Of course no one could find out she was gay, so she always had boyfriends. Actors and rich boys mostly. But she never had sex with them; she would pose for the cameras outside with them, but in the villa, she would get me to sleep with them."

"Why?" I asked, as Isabel's ass eased a little. She was getting used to it now.

"So she wouldn't have to. If she was going to keep a sham relationship alive for a few weeks, the guy expected a little nookie! Isabel liked to watch though. After a while, she kind of started participating, controlling the action. She was afraid of it, but fascinated... it turned her on to watch."

It was a bit too much information for me; not that I had any illusions about Amy's pre-marital status, but I didn't really need the full picture.

Especially while fucking her girlfriend in the butt.

"Lick me baby." Amy said to Isabel before continuing. "We had some dreamy guys; movie stars and everything. And Isabel liked to watch them take me in the ass, just like I'm watching you do to her now. Do her a little harder, Ken. Give it to her."

Amy's stories angered me; and I have to admit, I felt a bit jealous of her movie star lovers. How could I expect my marriage to be successful if my wife had those options? Because she did. The villa was still there, waiting for the two of them to return.

So I gave it to Isabel, the vamp tramp who had seduced my Amy into her depraved lifestyle.

Amy leaned back and wrapped her long legs around Isabel's head and shoulders, as I pumped her rear. Amy started to come, and so did I.

"Fuck, that was great." Amy panted as Isabel pulled herself off my expended cock.

"For you maybe." Isabel grumbled.

"What?" Amy demanded sharply.

"It was fantastic, really good." Isabel said unconvincingly.

Afterwards, Isabel brought us coffee; there was something oddly fabulous about that. To be served, and by someone like that; a hot actress, a celebrity. A celebrity with a sore ass.

"Tomorrow, it's your turn." Amy told me.

"My turn for what?" I asked.

"To serve." She said.

I was a bit apprehensive, but all they wanted me to do [at first] was wear a tux above the waist, and be naked below the waist, while acting the waiter. I brought them food and drink as they gossiped about some people they knew.

I cleared up the table and went into the kitchen to do the dishes.

I didn't mind too much; I was used to taking care of my own kitchen, and Amy had been working outside with me through the day. Even Isabel always did her share around the house. I'm man enough not to feel threatened by doing a little housework.

"Take it off real slow." Amy told me when I came back out into the living room.

It seemed really stupid, but the women seemed to enjoy the show as I did my best to perform a male emulation of strip tease. I remembered Isabel's belly dancing, and moved my shoulders with a rolling rhythm as I stripped off what little I was wearing.

The ladies watched and laughed, sitting against each other on the sofa.

Isabel sat up; "Get down on your knees and take off my underwear. With your teeth."

I looked at Amy. She just smiled back smugly.

"And you have to say you like it." She added. "Whatever we tell you to do."

As I put my face between Isabel's thighs, I thought about that; about Isabel telling me she wanted it when I'd put my rod to her anus the night before. And I understood. She hadn't wanted it at all; but those were the rules of this game.

Laboriously, I dragged her panties down her smooth shapely legs. It didn't do much for me, but the girls clearly liked the show.

"Lick my pussy." Isabel ordered.

The two of them began to kiss as I went to my tasty task.

There was a tenderness between them, a depth of emotion that was simultaneously arousing and threatening to me. Their kisses were feather light, the way they stroked each other more sensuous than sexual. There was a lack of urgency; they moved almost lazily, kissing and stroking.

Amy pulled off her panties, then grabbed my head by the hair and moved me over to service her for a while.

On my knees, naked on my living room floor, I didn't mind licking my two lovers; the role reversal was fun, and I always enjoyed this particular activity anyway. But it was just the start of the evening. Before the end, things wouldn't be so nice for me.

"Let's go upstairs." Amy suggested.

Isabel got up and went into her room to get something as Amy spread herself on our bed. I was about to get in there with her but Isabel came in and handed me something.

She got in next to Amy and opened her legs wide, one of her thighs crossed over my wife's.

"Make it wet, then put it in me." She ordered.

 It was her dildo/strapon; "L" shaped, with straps joining it at the corner. I realized what she meant by "make it wet". Well, it was only plastic.

I put one end in my mouth to wet it, then got onto the bed to put it into Isabel. The girls watched as I carefully twisted and pushed one end into her vagina.

It had a realistic consistency, fairly stiff but flexible like a real penis, particularly flexible at the angle.

When it was in, Isabel got up onto her knees, and with it clamped in her vagina, the other half stood out in front of her just like an erect male organ.

"Close the straps." She told me.

A belt went around her waist, with one strap in back going around the crack of her ass to the dildo, and another down the front. It fit snugly, and there were no adjustments. It was custom made to fit her.

She shook her hips from side to side and laughed; it wobbled with eerie realism.

"I like this thing." She said.

"Me too!" Amy laughed, and I realized that the two of them had used it a lot together.

Amy rolled over and lifted her rear invitingly.

"Grease me up, cowboy." Isabel said, holding it at the base and waving it around.

I found it erotically disturbing; the contrast between Isabel's sexy female curves and the phallic male addition. The fact that she was going to fuck my wife with it too.

But I'd been willing when Amy had put my dick in Isabel's various orifices; I'd had my fun. And despite my reservations, I wanted to have it again.

So I accepted my subservient role for the evening, and spread some KY on the dildo, or strap-on.

I felt weird about stroking the thing; my intellect knew it was just a toy, artificial. It was attached to a sexy woman too. Yet I couldn't get over the sensation that I was doing something queer.

Meanwhile, Amy seemed to change her mind. She rolled over onto her back again, and opened her long tanned legs wide. Sitting up, she leaned forward and grabbed my half hard cock.

She pulled me towards herself as she lay down again, the cool grip of her fingers causing my blood to rush in.

I turned and lowered myself down, pushing my organ into her waiting body, driving it deep into her expectant wetness as she put her thighs together, then lifted her knees up between my legs, so mine were on the outside.  She wrapped her calves over mine and opened, hugging me tight at the same time, giving me the sensation that I was being squeezed and stretched.

Amy grinned at me, her blue eyes burning bright with excitement.

"Ready?" she asked.

Before I could answer, Isabel was on me from behind.

And suddenly I knew I was being betrayed.

I felt the mattress compress slightly behind me with Isabel's weight, and before I could react, I felt her rubber dick push hard against my exposed asshole.

Now look, I'm a farmer; I'm as strong as a horse, Amy couldn't have held me there if I really made and effort to get away.

But it would have meant breaking the rules of the game, the game that was letting me sleep with two women.

I hesitated to do that; even though I kept telling myself how I wanted Isabel to go back to Spain, wanted her out of our lives so we could be alone together, the fact was that I did like her. I liked doing it with her, I even liked talking with her. She had a sexy voice, an irresistible smile, and she wasn't stupid.

And yes, the idea that she wanted me to impregnate her was pretty attractive too, even if I was pretty conflicted about it.

And as the confusion held me there for that one extra second, the greased dildo pushed into my exposed anus.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

Amy laughed, holding me tight. "Relax!" she ordered, "Don't try to fight it."

You'd think you could stop something like that, you'd think if you clenched your butt, nothing could go in or out.

You'd be wrong.

The well greased rubber cock forced my rear open and entered in one smooth and very weird movement; I was totally shocked.

To be entered; penetrated. Men don't do that! Men are the penetrators, they are not penetrees.

Beyond my self-image problem, I knew I deserved this. I'd done it to Isabel just the same way, I'd had my laughs. Now I had to take it like a man; or like a girl.

My backside was objecting, but Isabel prevailed. It was the weirdest, worst, most fantastic thing that had happened to me since I lost my cherry at 16.

It occurred to me that anal penetration was a sexual equalizer; men have penises, women vaginas, but our asses are just the same. And most likely, the sensation I was experiencing was just the same as Isabel and Amy felt when I did it to them.

So I surrendered; surrendered to my wicked wife and her lover, surrendered my rear end and my dignity. Surrendered my prejudice and let them do it to me.

At first, it was bad; pain, but more than that, fear and distress. To be penetrated is terrifying; it's unnatural. My instincts told me NO! Nothing goes in. Only in the mouth after examination by the eyes, nose, and tongue. But my conscious mind ruled otherwise. Surrender.

"Say you like it." Amy commanded.

I hesitated; did I like it? But then I remembered the rules of our little game. I was "it" this time.

"Yes." I grunted.

"Say you want it." She ordered.

"I want it." I grumbled, silently wishing the ordeal would be over.

"Come on," Amy insisted, "make us believe you."

They were both waiting, and the thing was already in anyways. I realized that actually, it wasn't bad.

Now I know a straight man shouldn't say he likes getting fucked in the ass, especially out here where I live. If anyone outside my own walls were to find out, I'd never live it down. But my cock was rock hard in my bride's vagina, her smiling excited face was all I could see. Isabel was fucking my ass, and if I was honest, I felt pretty good.

"Please, Isabel;" I said, "Do it to me!"

I hadn't realized it was only half way in. Isabel pushed.

So it went in; went up my ass. I could feel in inside my body, behind the base of my cock, sliding, pushing, forcing things to move around to make space for it.

But the weirdest thing was the feeling at the sphincter of my ass. Inexplicably, alarmingly; it felt fantastic.

It took me a while to admit that to myself. Yes guys, that's right; you just don't know until you give it a try.

Amy broke out laughing, and couldn't seem to stop. This caused her to clench my cock harder, and the jiggling was pretty stimulating. She was still holding me with all her considerable strength. And I was just lying there between her thighs, as Isabel started to... you-know-what me.

Well, I'd always thought it was a weirdo gay thing, but... well, no doubt about the weird part, that's true. But if it's a woman doing it to a guy, then it isn't gay, is it?

I guess what I'm getting around to saying is don't knock it until you've tried it.

She was on my back, her full breasts bouncing against me lightly as she pushed her toy in and out of my ass. Below me, Amy's blue eyes sparkled mischievously, her bigger breasts against my chest.

The internal sensation was intense, hot and dark. My guts were shifting around to accommodate the penetrating object, and my ass was oddly stimulated by the friction; but the surprising thing was how it affected me sexually. It was unstoppably erotic, and I was soon losing control of my balls; and then I was coming. Unexpectedly, uncontrollably, ejaculating everything I had. I came like never before; I was a volcano, a geyser, a firehose. My cock was blasting come like there was no tomorrow, and when there was no more, I was still in orgasm, my pump still trying even though there was no more. Isabel kept at me, Amy squeezing and laughing, her strong young body rippling below me, her vagina pulsing, my cock indestructible, ruling her body as effectively as Isabel's dildo ruled mine.

I started to move, pushing back as Isabel pushed forward, flexing the dildo against her. I could hear her breathing, and I knew she was coming as well.

I needed her to come, because I needed this to end; it was enough for me, it was after all, my first time.

"Wheee!" exclaimed Amy, "That was fun!"

"Hey sweet buns!" Amy shouted to me the next morning, as I helped her dad load hay into his truck. "Is it just me, or are you walking a little bit funny today?"

I gave her a sharp look and she laughed. If Rick had heard the comment, he decided to ignore it. Amy grabbed a tiedown strap and lent a hand securing the load.

In her boots, jeans, checked shirt, hair tied back, and a scrubbed clean face, you'd never suspect what she was like in private.

A few days later, Isabel finally left us. Back to her home, her career, her life.

As she walked away, through the airport security, I put my arm around Amy's slim waist.

"Will you miss her?" she asked me.

"Of course." I said. "What about you?"

"I love her." My wife said, "But I made my choice."

Life was good; filled with love. My work seemed effortless [if still largely profitless], Amy often with me in the fields and even in the workshop. It wasn't the sex that was so special. It was just having her there, seeing her face, her smile, her energetic vitality.

One day, a few weeks after Isabel had left, Amy came into the barn where I was checking on things.

"I have news." She said happily.

"What's that, honey?" I asked, taking her in my arms for the eighth time that morning.

"You're going to be a father." She said.

My heart sped up, my cock bulged, and my arms tightened around her strong frame. I looked into her big blue eyes with a sense of adoration more intense than I ever knew before, and I kissed my wife in pure joy.

As our lips eventually parted, she laughed playfully.

"Not me! Isabel is pregnant."

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Return of the farm girl, epilogue

Amy and I went to stay with Isabel in Spain for our honeymoon; the sex wasn't as crazy as the first time we were all together, but we had fun. Even though Isabel was getting very large.

Amy and I stayed until after she had the baby, and Amy stayed on there for a couple of months afterwards.

Isabel took a friend's advice and sold the beach villa in 2008, just before property prices in Spain fell into the Mediterranean.

She came to stay with us, and she's still here. I still have mixed feelings about her; sometimes I love her almost as much as I love Amy, other times I hate her with nearly equal passion. We have insane sex, and of course as long as Isabel is here, so is my son.

Amy hasn't been able to conceive, and the doctors say she might not be able to naturally. IVF is beyond our means.

Isabel might buy the Fletcher ranch... life is complicated.

Good, but complicated

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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