Handyman

All I did was respond to a card, stuck up on the noticeboard outside the Post Office. Person wanted for a few odd jobs. A reasonable enough request. I was at a loose end and a bit of cash would come in handy. I was made redundant from my office job. I decided to re-train, so I'm now a qualified plumber. I've got a job lined up, to replace someone who is retiring but it doesn't start for six months. I have enough of my redundancy money left to see me through but a little extra wouldn't go amiss.

I put the phone number into my mobile and gave it a call. A man answered. He gave me some directions and asked me to drop round to discuss what was needed. It sounded alright. I got into my tatty old car and set off. The directions took me to the top of an old and rutted lane. Stone walls on both side and a sign saying Folly Farm. I turned in. A really slow drive, trying to avoid the potholes. I parked outside what looked like an old farmhouse. I knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman in jeans and a baggy jumper answered it. I told her who I was and why I was there. She showed me in to a large old kitchen. I was surprised to see a man in a wheelchair. Presumably who I'd spoken to earlier. I was invited to sit at the table while the woman made some tea.

He introduced them as Maggie and Joel. They'd been farming over a hundred acres, until he'd had an accident. They'd sold off most of the land to neighbouring farms and a couple of horse owners. All that was left being the farmhouse a few barns and a couple of acres. With Joel no longer able to do any maintenance, they wanted someone to fix, dripping taps, leaking pipes, replace a few broken window catches and any other minor repairs that needed doing. They couldn't pay a lot but if I was around at meal times, Maggie would feed me. If I came across anything in the barns that I found useful, they'd consider giving it to me. I told them a little about myself and the job was mine. I don't suppose there were many enquiries based on what they could pay.

I went home and gathered together the sort of tools I thought I might need. Put them all in a couple of toolboxes. I dug out an old pair of overalls and contemplated a potentially interesting interlude. At the very least it promised variety.

I arrived as promised at eight in the morning. Maggie made me a mug of tea and showed me round the house, pointing out the most urgent repairs. Nothing too taxing, so I made a start. It only took a couple of hours for the plumbing jobs. I looked at the window catches. I'd pick up new ones in the morning. Just straight replacement. One of the doors would need a bit more than that. Time to fix but not expensive or difficult. I noticed a fair few adaptations. A ramp up to the front door, another down into the kitchen, a stairlift, wheelchair accessible toilet downstairs and wet room upstairs

Over a couple of days, I'd made a good start on the most urgent bits. Joel had a modified car and on my third day he drove off. Maggie told me that he was going to hospital for a regular check up. Over tea, she told me that he'd slipped off a ladder in one of the barns and damaged his back.

"He's a tough one. He won't let it stop him doing as much as he can. Although it hasn't been easy for him."

She hesitated slightly.

"He gets really frustrated. He was a randy sod. I know there were other women. A girl from the stables, the woman from the dairy, the landlady of the pub and probably more....Don't look at me like that. I didn't mind. I was always number one. He made sure he looked after me."

"Made. Past tense."

"He didn't want to mention it before. We were waiting to see who replied to the card. He still wants to take care of me but it's not easy for him, to admit that I have needs he can't satisfy."

I'd only met the two of them a few days ago. Yet, I was now privy to details about their private life. I wasn't exactly sure where this was going but I had an inkling.

"You've probably deduced from looking at me, that Joel didn't like skinny."

I hadn't thought about it, until she mentioned it. She could pass for the stereotypical or caricature of a farmers wife. Substantial bosom, rounded belly, wide hips and plump thighs.

"The woman from the dairy really is a big one. I suppose you've seen Jan behind the bar in the pub."

I certainly had.

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'd have thought that was obvious."

"Best make it clear. We don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. Least of all me."

"I won't be offended if you say no. I'm not everyone's cup of tea. Have me as many times and as often as you want. Joel might want to watch. That probably sounds strange. Sometimes he can get it up. Sometimes he can cum, even if he isn't fully hard. He'll get as much out of it as he can. He'll have done his bit, to make sure I'm taken care of. What you get out of it, well, that depend on you. What do you think?"

"To be honest, I'm a bit stunned. You must realise, that this isn't normal. I know people have affairs. Joel sounds as if he had plenty. Being invited to have one is a bit unusual. What about you? Had anyone else?"

"Not yet. Looking like this and being covered in mud half of the time, doesn't attract a lot of attention."

"Can I think about it?"

"I wasn't expecting you to do me over the table now but I wouldn't mind if you did."

I definitely wasn't ready for that.

"Can I talk to Joel before I commit to anything?"

"Sure. He'll be back in a couple of hours. Stay to dinner. Can you have a look at the guttering on the small barn. I think it might need clearing out."

I went and did as she asked. While I was there, I repaired the hinges on one of the doors. It had dropped and the door wouldn't open. When I'd finished I went in for a look around. An old tractor. A Land Rover covered in dust and a few bits of old farm material. Nothing too interesting. I heard Joel's car pulling up. I waited for him to get back indoors, he seemed to like to do that for himself. I gave them a few minutes together, in case Maggie wanted to tell him about our conversation, which seemed likely.

I went indoors, I could hear something in the kitchen. I poked my head around the door.

"Come in Mike." It was Joel.

"Any thoughts on our offer?"

"Are you sure that this is what you want? How do you know I'm up to the job?"

"How about a job specification. Heterosexual. More than a micro penis. Willing to fuck a larger lady. That's the basics. Any extras are up to you."

"I suppose you realise how abnormal this is? A job interview to have sex with your wife. As far as the requirements go, yes, I can tick those boxes. Maggie said you might want to watch."

"If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I can make myself scarce. The most important thing for me, is Maggie."

"I need time to think about it."

"No rush. Take your time."

Maggie made us dinner. A lovely beef stew. If the meals were like this, I was looking forward to more. I wished them good evening and went back home. They were a strange couple, even putting aside Joel's disability. He'd had numerous affairs, which she seemed fine with. Odd in itself. They'd employed me as a handyman, now I was looking at an expansion of my duties. No more money. Was this payment in kind? Was it worth it? Even with his back problem, did it totally rule our all sex? There must be some options. From my perspective, Maggie was a lovely person. Nice, friendly and not bad looking. I've not had masses of relationships. None of them with a larger lady. Don't get me wrong, I'm not totally against it, I just don't know what it would be like. I suppose that is the same with any woman you sleep with.

The next day, I did some repairs on the small stable block in the morning. Maggie called me in for lunch. After we'd eaten, we sat drinking tea. I decided to ask some questions. Mostly around what Maggie wanted from me. All within my ability. My decision, I was willing to accept the job on a trial basis. So, I became a probationary sex friend, in addition to full time handyman. I went back to work, somewhat nervous about my ability in the first part of that. I finished up work on the stable block and went home.

Joel had a physiotherapy appointment due in a couple of days. We arranged for that to be my first time with Maggie. Just the two of us, to ease me in to things.

No work clothes when the day arrived. Clean trousers and shirt. Joel was getting ready to leave.

"You look scared to death. Don't worry. What's the worst that can happen? I suppose Maggie could squash you. If you enjoy yourself, she will too. She's upstairs."

He went out to his car and I went upstairs, unsure what I'd find. That was a naked Maggie.

"No muddy wellingtons, I thought I'd better get my jeans off before you came, it's a struggle."

I'd expected big saggy boobs. I was wrong. Large yes but round and pretty firm looking. Large brownish areola, almost oval rather than round, with little buttons in the centre. Yes, her belly isn't that small but it's round rather than hanging down. It certainly didn't cover the most pubic hair I'd ever seen in my life, black and curly. She saw me staring.

"Too much?"

"It's yours. If that is you, I'm fine with it."

I really was. The current trend seems to be shaved bare, no matter what age you are. On some women it looks good, on others it doesn't. She's a natural woman, no airs and graces. It suits her.

Her thighs are fairly chunky but her calves quite shapely. I'd not seen her bum, other than in her jeans but I knew it wasn't small. All of my observations made, I thought I ought to let her have a look. I think I'm a few years younger than them. I've always kept fit. You'd probably call me strong, sinewy and lean. Only as tall as Maggie but a fair bit slimmer. I'm a bit OCD, always neat and tidy. No striptease here. I took off my clothes neatly folding each piece, setting it aside. Too slow for her? Like her, I haven't done anything to my pubes but I have less than her. If she was hoping for porn star proportions, too bad. Certainly not large but six inches hasn't got any complaints in the past.

I amazed myself by getting an erection without any touch. Possibly the unusual situation. Perhaps Maggie's body or the thought of a new experience. She didn't seem displeased with what she saw. She stepped forward and I was squashed up against the biggest pair of tits I'd ever seen. Not an unpleasant feeling at all. Just the opposite, soft and warm. I could feel my cock against her pubes. She was hugging me tight. It was the first time I'd noticed her wearing makeup. Just a hint around her eyes and more telling on her lips, which made contact with mine. She had her hands round my back. I couldn't resist a first feel of her bum. Large, soft and with some give beneath my finger tips. She let out a quiet giggle, jiggling her boobs against me.

The indication from the movement of her arms meant a move to the bed. Reluctantly, I released her bum and she lay down in the centre of the bed. I stood at the foot of it, looking up along this large and fabulous woman. I'm a sucker, pardon the pun, for a woman's pussy. Hairy, trimmed or bald, slack or tight, large or small clit, neat slit or big hanging lips, I love them all. Especially if I get to bury my head between their legs. Most women are really happy to accept. Only two I know have refused. The woman from the mobile library. She was timid and would only let me fuck her missionary. She thought oral was dirty. The other with the most fabulous pussy lips which she hated. Her loss.

Sorry, off on a tangent there. Not surprising, as Maggie was inching her large thighs apart, really slowly. I was happy to watch the incremental way she was revealing her pussy. The large mat of pubic hair followed down between her legs. The more she spread, the better the view. Slowly, the pink flesh of her pussy was revealed. Pale skin within the forest of black curls. A prominent ridge of skin, a clit hood befitting her size. A pair of small flaps of skin, her labia protruding not large, perhaps half an inch and following the line of her slit for a couple of inches. How long had she been waiting? Not just today but over the previous weeks and months. Signs of wetness. A trickle of fluid emerging from the lower edge of her opening and heading down. The destination hidden by the out curve of her large buttocks.

I could resist it no longer. Approaching from the foot of the bed, I sought my target like a tiger stalking it's prey. I crawled between her legs and lowered my head. A first taste of heaven. The groan emerging from her lips, a sign that she was as happy as me. My ears brushed her meaty thighs as I rubbed my tongue along the length of her slit. Sweet, tangy and slightly salty. I love the taste. Not everyone's cup of tea. I'd have pussy instead of tea any day.

I felt her knees lifting, legs opening wider for me, exposing more of the opening within, I probed it willingly. Her sighs increased in volume and rapidity. I eased her labia apart, fingers on each, my tongue now working hard on her clit. In less than a couple of minutes her body was writhing, her thighs almost crushing my head, as the climax hit. Not loud but audible, little cries from the head of the bed.

I was in my element and nothing was going to sway me from the path I was on. Again and again she came. My mouth awash with her juices. Her clit swollen to an impressive size. A soft finger stroke on my brow. I raised my eyes. A flick of her head, a suggestion to move up the bed. I took it. I moved up over her belly. A gentle suck on a nipple, before making my way further up. She poked out her tongue seductively, I approached with my lips and she licked her juices from my face.

With my body curved over hers, I manoeuvred my hips, to bring the tip of my cock to her entrance. I was as wet as she was. I slid in easily. She let out a low

"Hmmmm."

I can usually go for a while but I'm no stud. After the excitement I'd got from her pussy, I wasn't expecting miracles. I hope her tastes matched mine. I have a preference for long slow strokes. The dragging of cock on pussy really gets to me. With the slow approach, I and I hoped Maggie would get the most from it. At least this way, I had some hopes of holding on for a while. A small change in position brought a gasp from Maggie. Contact with her clit. I'd raised up slightly and was pushing my cock down towards the lower edge of her pussy. I tried to maintain the action. A minute, two, three.

"HA! HA! HA! NAAAAAH!"

It was like trying to hold on to a bucking bronco. She was pushing upwards with every shudder of her orgasm. The sharp contraction of her vaginal muscles more than I could stand and I came inside her. Even if I hadn't met the standard, this had been incredible. Both of our chests heaving as we gasped for breath. We lay there for who knows how long, my slender frame atop her large warm body. Eventually, she stirred and I moved to lay beside her.

"That was great, thank you so much."

"Pleased to be of service. It was amazing for me too. I'm a bit out of practice, it's been a while."

"You could have fooled me."

We lay talking for a while. I decided to ask her about her relationship with Joel and how it fitted with the other women.

"You probably won't understand this. Don't be offended but Joel is a fair bit bigger than you."

"No offence taken. I've got what I've got and I'm happy with that."

"When you've had all your holes fucked for hours, it can get uncomfortable. He could cum and five minutes later, he'd want to go again. Ask Jan."

"You can't just walk up to the bar and ask her about getting fucked."

"She won't mind."

"I would."

I think I must have fallen asleep just after that. How long for, I don't know. In my sleep I heard voices. They sounded distant but as I woke, came closer. I almost jumped out of my skin. Joel, in his wheelchair, was beside the bed, talking to the still naked Maggie.

"Don't panic. From what I hear, you were just what she needed."

To say that it was unsettling would be an understatement. I was talking to a fully clothed husband, while I was naked in bed with his wife, discussing how well I'd fucked her. I tried to deflect the conversation.

"How was the physio."

"All of her rubbing managed to raise a semi."

Maggie burst out laughing, setting her boobs wobbling. I made a move towards the side of the bed, with the intention of leaving them together.

"Stay. Go again if you want to." He said, looking at the two of us.

I turned to Maggie and she took hold of my arm. Joel turned and made for the stair lift.

"Is he really alright with this."

"Of course. We've been discussing it for months. He knows I want it. Not as often as he used to. Fingering and oral are good but there's no real substitute for a hard cock."

At which point her hand made for the aforementioned member, which was almost at full mast. She took charge this time. Her size made it easy for her to push me around. She pinned me on to my back. Positioning herself on top. My thoughts sprang back to her mention of all holes. What would she do? Her intention was clear. She wiped my knob along her pussy, before slowly lowering herself on to me. The middle of my body was entirely covered by hers. She leant forwards, her hands by my shoulders. Her large boobs, loomed over me. There was no way I wasn't going to massage them and her hardening nipples. She rode me hard and fast. Then a change. Holding me fully within, she was grinding against my pubic bone. Her clit contact must have been intense as she yelled out, startling me. Not that it stopped me cumming.

Joel's comment about her squashing me wasn't far off the mark, as she slumped forward. Did I feel used. Possibly a little. However, I wasn't bothered. I'd never really had any thoughts about larger ladies. I think I'd been missing out. Or, perhaps it was just Maggie. Whatever the case, I wanted more. As much as she was willing to give. She appeared to be as pleased with what had happened, as I was. She seemed to realise what her body was doing to mine and raised herself up. She planted a big kiss on my lips. On braking contact she said,

"My god I needed that."

She rolled over onto her back. Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I got off the bed and began to get dressed. Maggie just lay there smiling. I said goodbye and went back downstairs. Joel was making some tea.

"Want a cup before you go?"

Why not. He thanked my over and over again.

"I ought to be thanking you. She is such a lovely woman."

"You aren't wrong and so understanding. She knew from the start what I was like. She even encouraged me to seek my pleasure elsewhere. It was her who set me up with Jan from the pub. She even told me, that it was worth trying it on with the woman from the dairy. She was even more insatiable than me. Not the prettiest but she could never get enough."

"Do you mind me asking..."

He jumped in.

"I suppose you want to know about now."

I nodded.

"It's not easy. The mind is willing but the flesh doesn't follow. We still have sex but it's what I consider foreplay. She cums but I know she wants more. I would if I were her. I just can't. I can cum sometimes but its not certain. Most people would be mortified, cumming in their pants during physio. I was just glad I could. She was good about it."

I couldn't help smiling at that. We finished our tea and I made to leave.

"I hope you'll help her out some more. I've not heard her cum like that in ages. She'll have more to share with you, once you two get to grips with it. Plenty to get a grip of." He said.

I snorted out a laugh. That was my introduction to a new situation. At home that evening, I sat in my armchair with a glass of scotch, toasting my good fortune. I'd had to do nothing. No courting, no dating, expensive wine or gifts. It had landed in my lap, literally.

The following day, it was as though nothing had happened. A welcome with a cup of tea and I went to work, resetting some of the tiles on the stable roof. In the afternoon, I began tidying up the yard. There was a lot of junk laying around, which was of no use to anyone. I got in touch with a friend, who would take it to the scrapyard in his truck. It took longer than I thought, a couple of days, some of it was big and quite heavy.

Towards the end of the week, Joel wanted me to start work on the large barn. At first, I couldn't even get the doors open. Ten feet tall and made of really old wood. The bottoms wedged solid by old mud and muck. It took me nearly an hour to dig it all out. Even then, I could only get one of the doors to open fully. Around 11, Maggie arrived with a mug of tea for me. She peered inside the door.

"Just like old times. This brings back memories. Want a roll in the hay?"

She bustled me inside. I smelled old and musty. There was dust everywhere. She pulled down a bale of straw and put it on top of a pile of loose hay. With her back to me, she pulled down her jeans and pants. They were down near the top of her boots. She knelt down and bent over the bale. Her fingers back between her legs were rubbing at her pussy. No problem for me. What a view. Her bulging bottom, displayed for my pleasure. A dip of her back and a move backwards with her hips gave me my first view between her cheeks. A strip of black hair. Not too much time to admire the view, the lady needed service.

I unzipped my overalls and poked our my dick. Getting down behind her, she could feel my knob. I felt her fingers pushing it upwards to get it inside. With the size of her bum and only about six inches, I wasn't going to get deep in this position. Grasping the front of her thighs, I got as close as I could. Only a shallow withdrawal and back in hard. Her cheeks rippled as I hit home. The sound of her breathing indicated some serious rubbing of her clit. Even after one session with her, the signs were there.

"HARD!"

I did all I could. I felt her buttocks tense hard as she came.

"SHOOT IT IN ME!" She yelled.

I didn't need telling. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. My balls tightened and spurts of cum filled her pussy, maybe half a dozen. I was pulled tight to the warm soft hemispheres.

"I love the way her fat arse ripples." It was Joel.

"Not so much of the fat, I'm cuddly."

However you described her, she was amazing. I still had my dick in her, despite Joel creeping up on us. I suppose they had set it up. I didn't care. I'd been told he might watch, right at the beginning. Had anyone seen him with his other women? I'd ask Maggie but this wasn't the time. She eased forward. A signal that it was over. I scooped my dick back into my overalls and zipped up. Maggie struggled to her feet, wiggling her bum at myself and Joel, as she pulled up her pants and jeans. The two of them went back indoors and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get the other barn door to open all the way.

At the end of the day, they invited me to dinner and let me use the bathroom to clean up. In reality, I was still just the hired handyman. Although it seemed like that was changing but I didn't want to jump the gun and make unfounded assumptions. Not cordon bleu, good home cooking, hearty food. Just what I needed after the hard physical work. We sat around the table talking after we'd eaten.

"We used to do it in the barn, when my parents ran the farm." Joel said.

"I worked here looking after the cattle, with old Jack. I was a bit thinner and a lot more flexible back then."

"Pah."

She gave him a withering stare.

"It always seemed sneaky, exciting in case we got caught. Old Jack used to peep through a gap in the planks, at the back of the barn. I suppose it's still there." She said.

I was learning more about the, bit by bit. Little hints and offhand comments. They didn't keep secrets, either of them. They appeared not to be keeping them from me either.

More days passed. I was gradually working my way through the large barn. There was so much stuff in there, it was going to take a while. There were a couple of areas that had been boarded up and I hadn't been able to get into them. My curiosity was at fever pitch but I had work to do.

I was about to get back in my car to go home, when Joel called me inside. I followed him to the kitchen. I almost fell over. Face down on the kitchen table, her hands gripping the sides, was a naked Maggie.

"I've been fingering her for over an hour. She's almost done."

He wheeled round behind her, parted the cheeks of her arse and ran his tongue over her hairy anus. She was almost crying.

"Do her arse. Do it hard, she can take it."

I wasn't so sure about this. She wasn't restrained in any way. She could have moved away at any time. She just lay there.

"Come on, do it." Joel said.

I took out my cock. It couldn't be anything else but hard, even with Joel right beside me. I've only done this once before. The woman asked me, so I did. It was her first time as well. Turns out she didn't like it. It had bad memories for me. That sort of scream isn't something you want to hear from a woman. Tentatively I held my knob against the wrinkled skin. I felt her ease back. Joel's hand in the small of my back urged me forward. This was nothing like my first time, she sighed. Joel pushed me harder.

"Go on, fuck her."

One of his hands was almost touching my balls as he frigged his wife. I hammered in to this tightest of holes as best I could. This was nothing like the other woman. Maggie seemed to relish it. I stammered,

"I'm, I'm, I'm..."

Joel got the message and his fingers brought her off, just as I emptied my balls into her bowel. OH MY GOD. My previous anal experience had lasted a couple of seconds. I'm not one to subject a woman to pain. This had been a few minutes. and what a few minutes. The three of us at the table where I'd eaten with them. I rested forward, hands under Maggie's armpits, dick still in her arse. Joel removed his hand.

"That was incredible. Alright Maggie?" He asked.

No words, just a moan. My cock softened and slipped form its resting place, limp and dripping onto the floor. Cum oozed from Maggie's anus. Joel reached out and rubbed it. Maggie's whole body jerked violently. Joel stuck his thumb up and flicked his wrist, a sign for me to go. My job done for the day. I put my dick away and left. That wasn't what I'd expected at all.

The following morning when I arrived, Joel's car wasn't there. I was just going to the barn to start work, when Maggie called me over. For the first time, that I could recall, I was taken into one of the reception rooms. It looked like it was a sitting room reserved for special occasions. I was going to sit down, but checked myself. My work clothes weren't that clean. Maggie giggled and told me to take a seat. Hard to keep anything totally clean on a farm.

"I want to explain." She said.

"It doesn't matter. I'm here to do as you and Joel ask. I hope that you are happy with my work."

"The work is fine. The sex is better. About yesterday. It's a game we play. We were using a dildo or vibrator but your cock was better. It started ages ago. I told you Jack used to watch us fuck. There was spunk all over the barn wall, where he wanked as we did it. He must have seen us loads of times. Joel couldn't keep it in his trousers. One day, he went back to the fields and I was still bent over the straw. Jack got behind me and stuck his cock in my arse. It hurt but I didn't stop him. To this day I've no idea why. Maybe I felt sorry for him, watching us and getting none. I just knelt there and let him fuck me until he came. He just said sorry Maggie and left. That was my first time. I told Joel. After that, I'd sometimes stay in the barn after Joel left and Jack would have my arse. I actually grew to like it. It was dirty. More so, doing it with an old bloke."

"You told Joel and he didn't mind?"

"Why would he. He got to do anal too, after that. You're not complaining either, are you. I was totally spent yesterday. I'd cum loads before you arrived. I needed to tell you not to worry. I wanted it as much as you and Joel."

She kissed me.

"Haven't you got work to do."

I made a joking attempt to tug my forelock. She stood and curtseyed. I spent the day in the large barn cleaning and trying to get a plough working. Joel thought it might bring in some cash if it was sold. No sign of anyone at knocking off time. Joel's car was back, so I went home had a soak in the bath and decided to go to the pub. I've not been for a while, too tired or too busy. Not many in tonight. I sat on a barstool and Jan poured me a pint. She served a couple of other customers and came back to stand in front of me.

"Alright Mike? How's Maggie?"

I put my glass down before I spilled the contents. She seemed to find that funny.

"She was in here the other night with Joel."

I still wasn't sure how to react. She knew I was doing odd jobs around the farmyard. How much more did she know.

"In some ways, I miss those days. Although, I couldn't sit down properly for a couple of days after he'd been here. He liked us chunky ones. So do you I hear. If you've got any left, I'm always free."

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

"Did you know about the others?"

"Of course. Young one from the stables. She wasn't up to much but she was keen. Chubby little tits, not like these beauties. That woman from the dairy was a one. Not seen her around for a while. Last I heard she had a gang bang, with half a dozen students at the agricultural college."

She knew full well that I was regularly having sex with Maggie. Was nothing sacred to these people. What sort of world do you inhabit, for this to be a normal topic of conversation? Until I replied to the post card, I'd no idea anything like this could happen to anyone, let alone me. It was like some sort of fantasy land, that I didn't really understand. Maggie, Joel and Jan seemed to know the rules. Or, maybe they were just making them up as they went along. I was just guessing at them. Where, when and what form the sex took was all out of my control. I finished my second pint, ready to go home.

"Night Mike. Don't forget."

Jan was behind the bar, lifting her tits with her hands.

"You'll be lucky. I'm not like Joel."

A week on and I'd almost finished clearing the large barn. Several of the bigger pieces of equipment had been sold. When I finished on Friday afternoon, Joel invited me to dinner on Saturday evening. I was looking forward to some good food and if I was lucky, some hairy muff. I think it had taken a while, for Maggie to get over the session on the kitchen table. Not that it was bad but her sex drive was nothing like Joel's. I'm sure he'd have had me fuck her more. I think she was trying to balance things. In some ways, I felt I was being pushed in to things. It didn't feel like a trust was being broken but there was something nagging at me. Probably because I didn't understand the game. If it was a game.

Dinner was a rare treat. I big, thick juicy piece of steak, potatoes and salad, washed down with a nice red wine. It was delicious. We stayed around the table drinking and discussing what was still to do around the place. I was getting there. An hour or so after dinner the three of us moved up to the bedroom.

Joel was delighted to see Maggie squat down on my head. I was totally smothered by her large bum, while she gently stroked my cock. Just a few strokes then a break, before starting again. There was no way she wanted me to cum, just keeping me hard. Confined by her fleshy bottom, my mouth was going great guns. Her hair was tickling my nose. The musky scent of her arsehole filled my nostrils. Her juices filled my mouth, from her repeated orgasms. All of a sudden I was in the light. She turned round and repeated the way she'd ridden my cock. If anything, the time she'd spent, holding me back made it even better. I came hard and long. A sound from Joel, he'd cum too. He was hunched over in his chair.

That night, I'd drunk too much to drive home. I was going to call a taxi. They wouldn't hear of it. I slept in their bed, Maggie between the two of us.

In the morning Maggie woke me, she wanted to get up to make breakfast. We dressed and went downstairs, she said Joel would be down soon. For me, breakfast is never more than a bowl of cereal or slice of toast. For Maggie and Joel, eggs, bacon, sausage and toast. Joel came down, looking fairly happy with things. We ate and I drove home. It was still feeling strange, like everything was disconnected. The farm, my work, the two of them and me and the sex. Nothing I could really put my finger on. I think they saw me as a friend but it wasn't explicitly expressed. Nothing much I could do about that.

On Monday morning back to normal, still in the large barn. Maggie stood by with my mug of tea, as I tried to open up one of the boarded up sections. Each one about fifteen feet long, eight feet wide and six feet high. Thick old planking. All of the screws were rusted solid. I went to the car for a crow bar. I picked a plank just below head high, hammered in the bar and began to prize it away. I was leaning back on it with all my weight. It gave and I ended up on a pile of straw. Initially worried, Maggie started to laugh. It was like something from a slapstick movie. I scrambled to my feet and peered into the opening. Something slightly shiny. I went for a torch. Both of us, eyes wide, were confronted by what looked like a 1930's sports car. At the other end of the barn, the process repeated. A similar result. I could see a badge this time, XK 120, a Jaguar. Nice. Expensive. Well it would be if it could be got going.

Maggie went back to the house to tell Joel. It took me hours to remove enough of the planking to get inside. They looked to be in good condition. A bit dusty and all of the tyres seem to be rotten. I went indoors, covered in cobwebs and dust to tell them what I'd found. Joel had no idea about them. Not his father's. Grandfather's maybe. It took most of the week to remove all of the planks. Someone really did want to keep them safe. Between Joel's 4x4, my tow rope and a bit of shoving we managed to get them further out into the barn.

On Friday afternoon, the two of them called me into the house. This wasn't something that normal, it was only just after lunchtime. They looked at each other. Maggie nodded and Joel spoke.

"We want to talk to you about the future. We know that you have a good job lined up soon. We've got something to ask you. No need to answer now, just give it some thought. We still can't offer you a lot of money but we would very much like you to stay on. Not just for looking after the house and barns but also Maggie. She gave me a smile. You've already done so much on both counts. This might be too much to ask but if you want to, you can come and stay here. There's plenty of room. You can have your own space. Don't say anything now. Let us know when you're ready."

That really was something out of the blue. I had a good job to go to. So money might be a problem. On the other hand, I was paying rent, which I wouldn't be. Factor in Maggie's cooking and a regular access to her body. It was a tough choice. Not really. I did a few calculations just to be sure. My rent would take up a fair chunk of my income, even in my new job. Financially, I'd be slightly worse off but the other compensations made up for that. I waited until Monday to give them my answer.

Maggie in particular was overjoyed. To celebrate, no work today. After tea, the three of us adjourned to the barn. Nothing to do on the cars or tidying up today. I was a little surprised to see Joel wheel himself round the barn, instead of coming inside. Maggie took hold of my elbow.

"I've cleared part of the path around the barn. Wait here. Play along. You'll know when."

With that she was gone, striding into the barn. I watched from the door as she began to strip off, with her back to me. Within a few minutes, she was virtually naked, just a pair of green wellington boots. A strange look, presumably a memory from the past. She knelt down and bent over a strategically placed hay bale. This was staged, the barn hadn't been like this when I'd left it. I stepped inside.

"Oh, no. Jack, you can't be here."

"Well well Maggie. Been doing the the dirty with the young master."

I walked up behind her. The familiar large bottom displayed for me and presumably Joel to see. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock, giving it a few strokes.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting what the old master did with my wife, that she wouldn't do for me."

I walked forward, placing my feet either side of her knees and squatted down. I wiped my dick up the crack of her arse.

"NOOOO! You can't. It won't go, too tight."

I spat onto my fingers and rubbed the saliva across her anus, rubbing the wrinkled hole before probing with a finger. She let out a loud gasp.

"Here you go."

I lowered myself further, taking my shaft in my hand, I pointed the tip at her waiting hole. I know she can take more than my mediocre cock. I wonder what it was like for her back then? I pushed into her with one slow steady stroke. She yelled out,

"FUCK! NO! HURTS!"

"Quiet girl. Relax, it'll be easier."

I took hold of her shoulders and over about ten minutes I pounded her ass hard. All the while she was wrestling trying to move. It sounded like she was crying. God. I hope that was an act. I shot my cum deep into her anus, accompanied by a groan through gritted teeth. I pulled straight out.

"Now the young master can double his pleasure."

She reached back and inspected her gaping hole.

"You've stretched me open. You've ruined me."

I tucked my dick away and walked back to the barn door. Stood in the entrance, I watched as Maggie lay on her back, on top of the bale. I was totally focused on her pussy. Not so much hair. Over the next twenty minutes, she masturbated herself to several orgasms. She dressed and I was joined by the two of them. Maggie pointed out the gap in the barn wall. Jack's and now Joel's vantage point. We went back into the house.

"I can't imagine dad doing Jack's wife. She'd have eaten him alive but an interesting thought." Joel said.

"Pubes?" I asked.

"Just trying to be realistic. I didn't have so much back then. I'll probably grow it out again."

We did it twice more that day. With Maggie on her back, on the kitchen table, surrounded by cups and plates. The second in bed that night with Joel beside us. That should have felt strange but it didn't. Amazing how something which should be off-putting, can become so normal, so quickly.

I've settled in now. I have my own bedroom with the adjoining room as my sitting and TV room. Joel had intended to turn the large barn into a house to sell or rent out. There are too many memories. So I'm helping to turn the small barn into a holiday let. I got the Jaguar running and it was sold as a rolling restoration, to fund some of the costs of the barn. They were so pleased that they gave me the older car. Not worth as much. It turned out to be a pre war MG. Pretty basic but easy to work on. I'm doing it up, when I have a spare hour. I might even drive it to the pub on a Sunday lunchtime if things work out. Talking of working out, the sexual workout I get with Maggie can't be beaten.