.. things happen on farms you wouldn't believe. People and animals are isolated--snowed in--for months on end; some pretty hairy things happen." Yes, ...ir, and not just with the men doing things with cows and sheep and mares and pigs... that's common. What I mean is the farm women sometimes out there in the mountains without men. Widows... women in their forties sometimes, with a lot of vinegar left in them, they do some strange things to scratch that old sex itch." No one out there, to tell on. I turned catching Max's gloating smirk as I left. I was so confused, Idid not want to see my wife get fucked by that stud, then again I did,perversely! What I really wanted was to watch her pleasuring herself, asit was I was not allowed to. To add insult to injury I had only got halfway down the stairs when I heard her screaming out her first orgasm,probably the first of many I thought. I found Mistress Gloria in theKitchen, she gloated at me"Is your wife getting fucked by a real man?" She. I don’t usually wear make-up and never attract attention to myself. Yet, here I was in the middle of a room full of strangers about to pull my pants down while swaying my hips like a stripper. I usually wear very baggy pants and when I released the second button of my jeans they started to ride down my hips. I was still hidden by the large loose shirt I was wearing and the crowd only grew wilder when they saw the top of my pants drop below the hem of my shirt. Soon, the pants were at my feet. More pre-cum slowly dribbles from my throbbing cock; again it’s back to the picture. My balls ache for release. The tension builds, I let go of myself only momentarily as I wait for those familiar sensations to subside just a bit. I marvel at how my cock mimics my heartbeat, my pulse if you will. I close my eyes, and I see you, standing naked before me. I once again take hold of my still rigid cock. I imagine it is you taking hold of it. The grip it tightens as it begins once again gliding up.