Dinner for four
We left our hotel, turned onto the lane opposite, drove slowly along between the high hedges and after turning a corner drove into a farmyard with a stone farmhouse to one side. We walked to the door (or, more accurately, Ginny hobbled while hanging onto me) and hit the knocker hard on the wood.
After a few seconds, we heard footsteps on the other side. The door opened and there was the farmer who looked well-scrubbed and quite smart. “Come in. Please take the door on the right.”
We walked down the hallway, our footsteps ringing on flagstones that seemed to be centuries old, before we entered a comfortable lounge and turned to face our host.
“Welcome, my name is Tarquin.”
We introduced ourselves, but he had obviously seen our quizzical looks at his name.
“My mum was reading a trashy novel, the hero’s name was Tarquin and she stuck me with it. When I was really young there was a hit pop song, ‘The Mighty Quinn’… and you can guess where that led!”
There was a rustling in the hall. Quin smiled.
“Let me introduce my wife.”
A strikingly pretty, quite chubby fifty-ish woman was standing in the hallway. Hair in a bob and wearing a very short, tight pink dress that showed off every bit of a body that was topped off by a prominent décolletage.
“This is Irene, but everyone calls her Reenie.”
“Dinner is ready. Quin – please bring our guests into the dining room.”
We found the table set for a feast. Quin showed us to our seats and, acting the gentleman, pulled back Ginny’s chair before she sat down. Reenie carried in the serving dishes followed by the plates piled with meat. Quin poured white wine, explaining it was from grapes grown on a nearby farm.
The meal was delicious, and we were fulsome in our praise.
“The chicken was running around the coop this morning, and we grow all the veg here. Everything is organic.”
“How did a guy like you become a farmer?”
“I was brought up in a poor part of East London, destined to be a waster just like many other black kids, but for one thing. There was a city farm nearby where I took to helping out. Eventually, I got a few good O Levels and went on to agricultural college. After that, I worked on farms, gaining experience but never expecting to have my own land. Then there was a huge stroke of luck – I won a lot of money on the football pools and that’s how I became a farm owner.”
“Reenie’s dad owns the next farm down the valley. He helped me, and I fell in love with Reenie. Our kids didn’t want to follow me, so we’ve got an empty nest now, just the two of us.”
The meal passed by quickly, the conversation and wine flowed easily. After coffee, we all sat chatting quietly until Reenie got up and turned to Quin.
“Please help poor Ginny into the lounge while I clear up, dear.”
Ginny stood, and Quin rested her hand on his arm to lead and support her, and then they shuffled off across the hall.
Reenie turned to me. “Perhaps you can help me clear up, Stan.”
I volunteered readily and she seemed very pleased with my willingness. Later I understood why.
Ginny’s story (1)
Quin led me slowly through to the lounge, supporting my weak ankle carefully. When we got to the sofa, I turned to thank him, looked into his twinkling eyes, and was lost again. He leant into me and we kissed, chastely at first, before his tongue slipped through my lips. His hands clasped behind me and pulled me into his body, and I felt his hardness pressing against me.
I desperately wanted him to make love to me again, but could not forget my husband was in the kitchen with his wife. I broke away, sat down and looked longingly up at his handsome black face. Quin sat next to me, ran one hand gently up and down the side of my face, laid the other across my lap and gently pressed my trousers against the flesh inside.
“We can’t do it now. Reenie and Stan will come and see us.”
He smiled his enigmatic smile and kissed me deeply again while his fingers pulled down my zip and slid under the hem of my panties until he found my wet lips. He teased them apart, and his fingers pushed in until he was buried nearly to his wrist. My cunt felt stretched to its limit. Then his fingers probed for and found my G-spot. The effects spread to my clit – the pleasure was almost unbearable and I lost all control, my hips pumped as my orgasm hit, and my cries were stifled in his mouth.
He didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop him. My clit felt on fire, and I came again and again until he decided to let me down. As I finally relaxed and became aware of the room, I turned my head to the door and saw, to my absolute horror, Stan and Reenie standing there, staring, transfixed by the scene in the room.
Stan’s story (1)
It didn’t take long for everything to be taken out to the kitchen, and as I stood there pondering the piles, Reenie pointed to one side.
“The dishwasher is there, can you pass stuff to me while I fill it.”
She leant over to open the machine, and as her dress tightened, the outlines of her dark-coloured bra and panties became pressed into the thin material.
Then leaning on the worktop, quite deliberately, she started to rotate her hips. I could only gawp while she pulled up her skirt, turned her backside to me and gave me a clear view of the gap between her legs that was bridged by a pair of dark blue panties. Then she faced me again before pulling her dress up over her bra.
Slowly her hands wandered over her boobs as she pouted at me. The reaction was instant, a full-on boner. She knew exactly what the effect would be and stepped forward to push her lips onto mine. We played with our tongues while her hand was rubbing on the bulge in my trousers. My hands went around her back and slid forwards until each one held and squeezed one cup of her bra.
“We must finish the job, Stan,” she murmured.
Although we went back to work, the mundane task of passing and stowing crockery and cutlery was constantly interrupted by more kissing and groping.
The clear-up done, we stood in the centre of the kitchen, snogging deeply. I lifted her dress up and ran my hands along her thighs, exploring her flesh until I found the hem of her panties, then moved further in and started to massage her sex through the thin material. She groaned and thrust her hips hard onto my hand; inside her crotch, the panties were quite damp so I knew she was well aroused.
I found the waistband and pulled down the whole garment. It trickled down her legs and she kicked it off her feet with abandon. I was free to explore her most sensitive places; my fingers stroked her pubes, entered her vagina, felt her pubic bone, slid out again and settled on what seemed to be a rather large clit.
Round and round, I took her nearer and nearer climax, her whole body flexed under my control. She latched onto my mouth, her hands supporting her weight on my shoulders, moaning in pleasure before her body shuddered in orgasm. We stood breathing hard, locked into the other’s eyes, a magical moment neither wanted to end.
Reenie unzipped my trousers, knelt down, took my cock out, pulled my foreskin down and started to suck. I groaned just like she had done. Then we both heard noises coming from the lounge, a muffled yelling from Ginny. Reenie stood up, grabbed my stiff cock and virtually pulled me out of the kitchen and along the hall.
We arrived in the lounge doorway, Reenie gently working my shaft as we took in the scene of Ginny hidden under Quin, orgasming hard as his hand thrust in and out of her cunt. When they quietened down, Ginny turned and looked at us, a vision of horror on her face.
I realised she was in a panic. There was only one way to reassure her. I turned to Reenie, lifted her dress, bent my knees to drop slightly, then pushed forward and up. I slid in so easily; Reenie gasped and groaned as I repeatedly thrust into her, then began to thrust her hips in sync. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. Less than a minute elapsed before I withdrew, then we stood pressed together and both looked towards Ginny and Quin. The panic had passed.
Ginny’s story (2)
I was panicking, Stan standing seeing me in flagrante delicto, nowhere to hide, no excuse to offer. My shock was compounded when he lifted her dress, entered her body and started to fuck, but I understood – he had given me permission to enjoy Quin.
They left, Stan meekly led away by that woman. Suddenly I realised that, when they appeared, it had not registered in my mind that my husband was actually standing in front of me with another woman holding on to his dick. Oh dear!
Awareness of my body returned, and I felt the need for Quin again, for him to satisfy my carnal self. Quin sensed my relaxation, his fingers started to play on my clit, my body responded naturally and my need turned urgent. He took his hand out of my panties.
“No, don’t stop, I need you.”
His eyes smiled gently as he released my trouser waist and pulled it down with my panties. I rolled over onto my knees and raised my hips to help. Then he knelt facing my exposed labia, shuffled forward until his cock was at my entrance, then pushed in sharply until he was buried inside me all the way, our bodies fused as one. He started to pump slowly, out, in, out, in.
Then I heard quite distinctly a muffled boof, boof, boof from upstairs that I recognised as the sound of a bed-board hitting a wall as lovers fucked, oblivious of anyone outside their sexually aroused bodies. It meant that Reenie and Stan had gone all the way, and I was free to do the same. It also meant I could fully enjoy Quin again.
“Fuck me Quin, please fuck me hard.”
I could hardly believe it was my voice saying that.
He needed no more encouragement, came out, embraced me and rolled me over onto my back before entering again. The fucking resumed, my arms reaching his back, my fingers pressed deep into his flesh, my ankles crossed above his bum cheeks. His great black cock filled my vagina; every stroke magnified the pleasure in my clit.
I came again and again as he pounded me until I felt him stiffen, then hold his movement buried deep inside as his cum jetted and his cock jerked in orgasm.
Quin withdrew and sat up in front of me. I held his cock in my hand, licked the last of his cum from his slit and let my tongue wander around the helmet while gently squeezing the shaft, hoping that his magnificent tool could be persuaded to perform again. I had wanted this man so badly, but now he was spent and I needed to smother him in my love. He lay down beside me on the sofa and we cuddled and kissed in postcoital bliss. Upstairs the headboard was no longer banging and I wondered if Reenie and Stan were enjoying the same quiet time wrapped together.
Quin brought our reverie to an end.
“Let’s go up and see the other lovebirds.”
We tidied and clothed ourselves then left to go upstairs.
Stan’s story (2)
We left the lounge, my cock stuck stiffly out of my trousers. Reenie pulled me by the hand this time, along the hall, upstairs and into their bedroom. A king-sized bed filled much of the space and she wasted no time in releasing my trousers and underpants, letting them fall to my feet.
I watched while she took off her dress but could look at anything other than those magnificent boobs squeezed into her straining bra. I reached around her back and released the clip; her breasts fell out and hung down, her nipples erect with a large brown areola surrounding each one. Magnificent mammaries. Reenie was a sex goddess just for me.
She stepped forward and held my erection in her hands, I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, gently fondling and squeezing. Her breathing deepened and she lifted her face, mouth open, tongue flicking, inviting me to join our bodies together.
We fell onto the bed; mouths pressed together as I mounted her, penetrated her and worshipped her with my body. We were in erotic heaven; I pounded my cock inside her, the violent movement shaking the bed, the headboard hitting the wall with a dull thud as every thrust hit home. Time stood still, only one thing mattered, increasing the pleasure in my cock head, wanting it to explode inside her. And it did, she came as my cum flooded into her cunt.
We were still locked together, kissing, soft cock in cunt, breathing heavily with the exertion and gradually calming down when Quin and Ginny appeared in the doorway. Ginny looked radiant, like the cat that got the cream.
I rolled off Reenie, my cock flaccid and covered in her juices. Ginny came to me, lay on the bed and kissed me deeply while she fondled my sticky, soft manhood. Quin walked around the bed and lay with Reenie. Four people exhausted from sex, enjoying the intimacy of sharing a bed.
Postcoital (Stan)
A little later, we all showered, then went down to the lounge. Reenie brewed coffee and Quin poured drinks, sherry for the lasses, cognac for the men.
Whilst we sat together relaxed and sated a thought struck me.
“Was this all planned? Did you agree for Reenie to seduce me so you could have your way with Ginny?”
Quin grinned ear to ear.
“Yes, do you mind?”
I grinned back at him and shook my head.
Quin asked, “When does your holiday finish?”
I replied, “This is our last night, we’re driving home tomorrow.”
“We have a holiday let cottage across the yard, it’s not booked for the next few nights. Would you like to have a couple of extra days with us? No charge, and Reenie’s home cooking.”
It didn’t take more than two seconds and a quick glance between us to decide.
“Yes, please.”
Eleven o’clock the next morning, we checked out of our hotel and started the short drive to the farm.
