Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Return of the farmgirl part 4 of 5

Codes; M/F, M/F/F, wife,

Summery; Ken thought things would cool down after they married, but Amy had other ideas. and so did her hot Spanish lover, Isabel.

8,250 words

Send any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

Return of the farm girl, part 4

 Return of the farmgirl  part 1   part 2   part3

I walked into my neighbor's house feeling like a lamb walking into a lion's den.

Big old Rick, Amy's dad, my buddy and business partner, looked at me with burning eyes as he stood up from the table.

Amy's Ma, his good wife and my long ago girlfriend, sat and sobbed into her hands, unable to look at me.

Amy herself, my young fiancé, sat still, with mixed emotions.

Well, she'd told them then.

Told them I'd proposed to her, half my age, their only daughter. That I'd asked her to marry me, and that she'd accepted.

Rick stepped towards me.

He was only slightly taller than me, 10 years older, and tough as nails. Rick was a quiet man, slow to anger, but the kind you just didn't mess with. He was my match for sure, and a fight between the two of us, on any level, would be a terrible thing.

"You son of a bitch! He said loudly, "I can't believe you'd propose to Amy without even talking to me about it first."

"Well Rick, it was kind of spontaneous." I said guardedly, checking my footing, readying myself for whatever my big tough neighbor was about to throw at me.

Rick spread his arms wide; "This is the best thing to happen here in 20 years! Give me a hug you bastard!"

"I can't believe it." Eliza sobbed, "Our daughter is going to stay!"

"I canceled my flight." Amy confirmed, sounding just a touch nervous.

"I knew everything the second I saw that ring on her finger." Eliza said, pointing at my first wife's ring on her daughter's hand.

"Come on into the living room, Ken. We have to talk about a few things." Rick said, taking a couple of beers from the fridge.

I followed him into the other room and we sat down opposite each other.

"Look Ken, I know I'm a bit old fashioned, but I'd feel a lot more comfortable if you and Amy don't... see too much of each other before you're married, know what I mean?"

Rick was no fool; he must have been aware that something more than sincere looks had gone on between Amy and me already. Of course he wouldn't know that his blue eyed girl knew more tricks than a Nevada hooker, and had been practicing them on me since coming home for a visit a month before.

"I get you Rick." I said non-committal; but I knew I'd have to agree. After all, he wasn't trying to kill me, which would have been within his rights in these parts.

"Does Amy know about you and Elisa?" he asked.

"Hell, Rick, I forgot you knew about me and Elisa. Anyway, that was a long time ago."

"We never talked about it, but I always felt a bit bad about taking her from you."

"Hey rick, that was almost 30 years ago. And when Helen and I moved in next door, you and Elisa were as welcoming as any neighbor could hope for. Anyway, I told Amy about it."

 "So have you guys decided on my dowry?" Amy asked, coming into the room.

She was so beautiful, she took my breath away for a second. I felt as though I were in a fog; could this really happen? Young fabulous Amy, settle down with this old farmer?

"Your dad wants 20 cows, but I told him I ain't going back into dairy." I told her, "Besides, I want it Asian style, Rick has to pay me for taking you on. I'm angling for his new JD bailer."

"You can take my daughter, Ken, but there's no way I'm ever letting go of that bailer!" Rick laughed, which was a rare thing, and I knew we were going to be ok.

I had to keep working, but I had an overwhelming longing to spend my time with Amy.

And that was no problem at all, because she felt the same way, and just hung around with me as I repaired some machinery in the shop or rode around the fields looking out for anything untoward.

We had sex a couple of times, hidden in the cornfield like kids.

It was weird to think that the last time I'd had sex in a cornfield was 30 odd years earlier, with Elisa; Amy's ma.

There was something about it, the need we both had to do it together; to seal our betrothal, to make sure our passions weren't fading.

My cock felt right when it was inside her strong fertile body; her firm breasts against my chest, her long legs wrapped around my hips, her lips on my mouth as we came together made up for our many differences.

Dinner every night was with Rick and Elisa, one big family. And it was as if it was perfectly right. Amy seemed to grow more beautiful every day, the stress and worry sliding away from her. I could only hope she'd feel the same way in the years ahead; that she'd be content here on the combined family farm instead of the chic Mediterranean beaches and villas she'd been enjoying. Content with me, healthy but uncultured, just a simple and honest farmer, when she'd been living with all kinds of fancy folks when she was in Europe.

Sometimes, it seemed imposable; yet she appeared so happy here on the farm, where everyone loved her. Where we always would, no matter what.

That's the thing, you see; Amy was young and beautiful. Those strangers over there, they might love her now, but what if that beauty were to fade? What if she were sick or broke? Would they all come to help her then? Because we would. We were family.

Amy's ex lover Isabel came from Spain for the wedding.

"I can't have that woman stay at my house." Rick told me in private.

"Why not?" I asked.

"We never talked much about our beliefs, Ken. But she... well, that Isabel was the one who led Amy into sin. You were man enough to agree to do things my way, so how can I let that woman stay under my roof with your fiancé? It just wouldn't be right. Besides, our place is already getting pretty crowded, what with my sister here for the wedding."

"Well, I guess she could stay at my place. I've got lots of room." I said naively.

Elisa wanted to do some shopping it town, so she drove in with Amy. They spent the night there and drove back with Isabel the next day.

The first thing you noticed when you met the Spanish woman was her size; she was tiny, only reaching my chin. The next thing was her beauty; Now Amy is a beautiful woman, but Isabel had something about her that seemed almost otherworldly.  

Her face had a shape, her eyes a bit bigger than normal, her skin seemed to glow slightly translucently. Her jet black hair swept back around her shoulders casually, yet even that was somehow utterly attractive.

This was the woman Amy had fallen in love with, and I could see why.

She looked at me, measuring me up. It was weird; like her eyes were weapons, at once alluring and dangerous, attractive and powerful.

Her mouth and lips, her high cheekbones, had that wild Latin beauty to them, like Penelope Cruz.

But she wasn't young like Amy; the fine lines around her mouth and eyes betrayed her, she was probably near 40.

She smiled coolly at me as we were introduced. I shook her small hand, then lifted her bags from Elisa's car and took them into the house.

Things were getting pretty busy; it was only a few days before the wedding by then. But I had a call from a horse breeder about ordering some hay from us. Elisa likes selling horse hay, we get top dollar in cash. So I went into the hay barn to check the stock, which we always did before selling to horse farms [horses are real sensitive].

I was just finished, when I saw 2 figures coming in the door. It was bright outside, and dark inside, so they wouldn't have been able to see me. But I could tell it was Amy and Isabel. The light was shining through Amy's tangled blond hair as she towered above the short actress from Spain.

I stepped behind a hay bail. It wasn't like me, but somehow I wasn't quite myself that week; stress you know.

They came in, talking quietly as they sat on some spilled hay against one of the bails.

"How can you marry him, he's old enough to be your father!" Isabel was saying.

She had a sweet, musical accent. Not at all like Mexican.

"So? You're older than me too. Besides, he's totally hot."

"Well, I suppose, if you like the Marlboro man. Come on, Amy; How will you be happy here in the middle of nowhere? Why don't you come back to Barcelona with me?"

"I thought we were split up." Amy said.

"We were split up and got back together before." Isabel said. "Don't you love me? Didn't we have fun together? The parties, our friends..."

"Isabel, don't! I'm getting married, you have to support me. You have to understand, I do love you, I did have a great time with you... But this is my home. I love Ken too, and the land, and my parents."

"But you have to move in your life, you can't just stay where you happen to be born."

"I did move; and now I'm moving back. Isabel, don't."

"Come on Amy; one small kiss won't hurt you."

Kiss! Shit, I thought they were just talking. I couldn't suddenly pop my head up now, they'd know I'd been eavesdropping.

I moved over a little, until I could peek around the bail. I had my back to a dark area, so I would have been hard to see there, but not quite invisible.

There was my Amy, with her Spanish lover in her arms. They were kissing, but somehow it seemed harmless.

Why was that, I wondered? If it were a man, I couldn't have stayed quiet; I would have confronted them. But another woman? What could they do?

The kiss was light, feather light. Isabel was brushing her luscious lips across Amy's mouth, fingers gently caressing my fiancé's face.

"Tell me again how you love me." Isabel said seductively. Who could resist her, I wondered? What man or woman could deny a voice like that, a face so beautiful?

Amy slipped into Spanish, her voice somehow softer and quieter in that language. And although I couldn't understand the words, I could hear the strained passion in her voice.

"Then you must come home with me." Isabel said.

"I am home." Amy replied. "Maybe you should stay here with me and Ken."

Isabel laughed; "I don't think your husband or your father would appreciate that arrangement much."

"Well, my dad might be a little uptight. Ken might be into it though! He has a kinky streak."

"And when the tabloids find out?" Isabel asked.

"I thought all publicity was good publicity." Amy laughed.

"Well, you have a point there. After those pictures of us fooling around by the pool were published last year, I got my first new role in a long time."

They kissed again, a bit more passionately this time, as I wondered about the photos she'd mentioned.

Amy leaned back, and Isabel was half on top of her. I could see Amy's hands on the European woman's back, I could see a tongue between their mouths.

And I had doubt; could this marriage work? Even if we went through with it, would Amy stay faithful to me? I was a lot older after all, what would happen in 10 or 20 years, when I'd be 60, 70 years old, and Amy just 43? I might lose my strength early... or I might not.

Although I couldn't see the two women well in the dim light, my mind filled in the details of their beauty. I could see their hands moving across each other, I could see the kiss that neither wanted to break, I could see the passion that they shared.

My cock twitched; my instinct was to join them. My brain knew that wasn't likely to work.

"AMY!" Rick shouted at the bright doorway, "Are you in there?"

"Shit!" Amy hissed, "It's my dad!"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm here." Amy hollered back, getting up quickly and brushing herself off before his eyes got used to the light.

"Everyone's looking for you, your ma wants to fit your dress." Rick said, walking in.

He looked from one of them to the other, and I could see he was angry. Rick might walk and talk a bit slow, but he's no dummy.

"Good lord, Amy, you're gettin' married in two days!"

Amy looked guilty as she scurried out, her friend trying to look a bit more dignified as she ignored Rick's furious glare.

When they'd all gone, I snuck out too, feeling like a creep.

I felt a bit awkward about sharing my house with Isabel after that [not that it seemed quite right before].

I was used to living alone anyway.

But that night, as we walked back across the fields after dinner at Rick and Elisa's house, something was different.

At first, I thought it was me. I resented her for trying to steal my bride of course.

But then I realized she was walking very close to me. So close, I could smell her expensive perfume in the clear cold night air. So close, our hands brushed together once or twice.

When a woman and a man are alone together, especially inside a house, there's a tension. An unspoken awareness that they could do it if they both wanted to, and no one would know.

As we walked in and I turned on the light in the living room, I turned to find the small intense women still standing as close as during the walk. She looked up at me, her big dark eyes attempting to consume my decency. All I had to do was reach my hand forward one inch, and it would touch hers. All I had to do at that moment was reach for her, and I would be kissing those perfect lips that had been locked to Amy's in the barn just a few hours before.

But I knew better. Isabel wasn't interested in me, she was interested in my fiancé.

"Goodnight, Isabel." I said, and took my hardon upstairs to bed.

"Goodnight Ken." She answered, and went to her room across the hall.

Even if I hadn't known it was a test, I was sure I would have passed it. Pretty sure anyways.

The wedding was a glorious affair; we had perfect weather, a quick service at our local church, then a huge barbeque at Rick and Eliza's house.

Amy was resplendent; aglow in her sparkling white dress, closely fitted to her strapping young frame, her tight ass and big tits crying for my hands, mouth, and cock to consummate our union.

We tried to slip away a couple of times, but there were too many people around.

Denny Ventura was there, his young eyes unable to stay away from my hot young wife. I knew he'd had her just before I proposed, and I wasn't too jealous. After all, I got to keep her. Well, hopefully.

Amy and I tried to slip into the hay barn, but there were some local kids in there smoking dope. I had to throw them out and lock up the place; Smoking in a hay barn! What idiots.

When we finally got home that night, we were both too exhausted to do much. But I did enjoy helping her out of that dress and, at long last, into my bed again.

"We've never slept together." She pointed out as I turned off the light.

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"You bet. You don't snore, do you?"

"Of course not."

I set my cock along the crack of her ass, wrapped my arm around her and put my hand on her tit. We slept as man and wife for the first time.

As always, I woke up early, as the dawn slowly lifted the sky.

In the bed beside me, my young blond bride slept.

I just looked at her for a while, with a mixture of love, lust, and nervousness. We did have great sex; there was long term affection between us, deep roots. But I'd seen her with Isabel; I'd seen her slip easily into the other woman's arms. Could Amy be faithful to me? Her young face was even more beautiful in sleep. I thought of how she loved the land, her affinity for the growing crops. She'd given up good opportunities to be here with me this morning.

I got up and went downstairs. I made coffee and watched the dawn from the front porch.

Our pre-marital affair had been a bit clandestine. I had no idea what Amy liked in her coffee, or if she even took coffee in the morning. Did she like a full breakfast? It was all still to discover.

After a while, the caffeine had its effect, and I went up to the toilet.

I went back into my bedroom to find Isabel in bed with my wife.

They were just sitting there, side by side, talking. They were sitting half up against the headboard, and the quilt was up to their tits. Amy was naked, and Isabel wasn't wearing much. A thin satin bra held her moderate breasts in place.

Their knees were up, and I couldn't tell if they were touching. I could see Amy's hands, but one of Isabel's was under the quilt; exactly where, I couldn't see.

"What's going on?" I asked neutrally, as if we were hanging around the kitchen instead of the bedroom.

They would have heard me come upstairs, they would have heard the toilet flush. I hadn't caught them by surprise.

"Isabel is jealous." Amy said.

I sat down on the edge of the bed next to Amy, near her knees, facing the two of them. My stomach was wobbling a little. What does a man do when he finds an extra woman in his marital bed?

"I know how she feels." I said, "Is there something I should know?"

 "Isabel is having trouble letting go and accepting that I'm a married woman now." Amy said.

"Yeah, I noticed. I was in the barn the other day, and I saw you two there." I said.

"Shit." Amy said, "You were spying on us?"

"I was in the barn when you came in, sat down, and started necking." I told her.

"And you didn't say anything." Amy said, trying to shift the burden of guilt.

"I can't stop you from doing what you want, Amy. I had to let you decide for yourself if you want Isabel or me."

"She loves me!" Isabel blurted out, making no move to leave my bed or my wife.

"Is that true, Amy?"

She looked away for a moment, her usual self confidence momentarily defeated.

"I love you Ken." She said, "Isabel and I split up two months ago."

"We split up many times." Isabel added, "But after you get enough of being with a man, you come back to me."

"This is different." Amy said. "I'm married!"

She put her hand on my leg, which was reassuring somehow.

"American marriage, everyone knows how long that lasts." Isabel sniffed.

"You don't understand." Amy countered, "You're afraid of men, you've never even tried sex with a man."

"You know that's not true." Isabel said.

"What happened to you wasn't sex, it was abuse. I know you better than you think, Isabel. I know what you really want, but are too afraid to have. You always made me tell you every detail, didn't you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Isabel said.

"And it got you excited." Amy continued, "You even encouraged me to do it with someone you fancied, then made me tell you what he was like."

Isabel was silent.

"You pretend to be lesbian, but you're not." Amy went on relentlessly, "Look Isabel, I do still love you; but you're going to have to accept that I've made my decision. I'm not going back to Barcelona, I'm staying here with Ken."

"He is too old for you." Isabel spat out.

"Cut the crap." Amy said, "I know you're attracted to him yourself."

"I am not." Isabel said unconvincingly.

Amy sat up and twisted against me, putting her hands behind my neck. She twisted her head around to look at her girlfriend.

"Watch closely." She said, then faced me again, and kissed me.

I remembered watching the two of them in the barn, the gentle sensuous kiss they shared. Now it was reversed, with Isabel watching jealously as Amy demonstrated her affection for me.

The kiss went on, Amy's hands slipping under my tee shirt, stroking my back as I held her close, but not tight.

My wife pulled away; "Well?" she asked Isabel.

"Well what?" Isabel said

"Are you turned on? Watching me with my gorgeous husband; sex by proxy, that's what you're into, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Isabel said unconvincingly.

Amy got up on her knees beside me, her full firm breasts dominating the room as she pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the side. She ran her fingers up my hairy chest as she looked over at Isabel, who was now alone under the quilt.

"Look at this body." Amy said, "So strong, a bit hairy. Look at him and tell me you don't think he's beautiful."

Isabel was just staring, her eyes wider than usual. I guess I was feeling the same way; fairly shocked, more than a little turned on, and quite unsure how I should respond.

I put my arm around Amy's smooth shoulders and then let my fingers slide up into her hair. I looked at Isabel too. It was my turn now.

It would have been easy to like her; she was a lively, personable woman. And as I said before, a world class beauty. But she'd been trying to get between Amy and me, trying to steal my wife away. I'd been holding it down, staying civil because she was my guest. But the truth was, I didn't

like her. She was sneaky and manipulative, all the undesirable traits we country folk associate with the city people. She was trying to take my bride from me, and that's just about the only thing I wasn't willing to share. Not completely willing anyways.

"Take your shorts off, Ken." Amy said.

"Huh?"

"Aren't you supposed to honor and obey me now?" She demanded playfully.

"They leave the 'obey' out these days around here." I said.

"Come on, get 'em off." She insisted, "I want to show Isabel my new husband's cock!"

"Jesus, Amy..."

"OFF!"

Well now; maybe I shouldn't have done it, I don't know. But I thought, to hell with it, I'm gonna show that dike bitch my thing, and she's gonna see what Amy likes. She's going to see that Amy is a woman who likes men. At least some of the time.

So I stood up and pulled them down. My cock bounced around between my thighs, taunting the two women with my manhood.

My new bride reached for it without getting out of bed. I looked at Isabel, but her eyes were fixed on Amy and my cock.

Look, I'm just a farmer; I only had a few girls before I was married to Helen, and only one after [Amy]. I didn't know anything about this kinky stuff except what I read, and I suspect that's all bunk.

Amy turned so her back was against my thighs, and faced Isabel as she rolled my stiffening thing up and down the side of her face.

"You want it, too." Amy said to her, "I know you do. I don't think you're really even gay, it's just a defense mechanism to avoid men. Because you're afraid of them."

And I realized that the feeling was mutual. I hated Isabel because I feared her.

I feared the allure of her beauty, the power of her money and the fame she enjoyed in Europe. I feared that the lifestyle she lived would tempt Amy away from me.

How could the hard work and poverty of farm life compete with the villas, hotels, and yachts of Isabel and her friends? How could a quiet dinner with a bunch of old fogeys compete with a dance party for a young girl like Amy?

"Do you want to see me suck it?" Amy asked Isabel.

"No." Isabel lied.

"You should try it." Amy said, "It's kind of weird; the way it just feels SO damn good in your mouth."

She turned her head and popped the end in between her pale lips, giving me a short electrifying suck.

I was fully erect now; naked, standing next to the bed as Amy teased her other [ex?] lover with it.

"Get into bed, Ken." Amy instructed, "Here, between us."

I hesitated for a moment, then stepped onto the edge of the bed and over Amy, and sat down on the edge of the quilt that still covered Isabel.

I figured Isabel would get out of bed and go back to her room, probably go all the way back to Spain. But she stayed put as Amy continued.

"Watch." My beautiful bride said as she took me into her mouth again. And Isabel did; her big dark eyes just staring. Well, it was a pretty thing to see, and better to feel, as my young wife went down on me. Even with Isabel in bed next to me, my eyes could only see Amy; her face, her eyes, her lips stretched over my rigid exultant penis.

 Amy lifted her face from my dick after a few long seconds.

She held my stiff cock by the base as she looked across my body at her friend. Then Amy crawled over me and kissed Isabel on the mouth. I couldn't resist putting the palm of my hand under her swinging breast.

"Does that bother you, or turn you on?" She then asked me.

"Both." I admitted.

Amy laughed; her laugh was soft and musical, genuine and open. In contrast to Isabel's deviousness, Amy was open and honest, a country girl.

 She pulled on my cock with her hand as she moved back to it, giving me another short hard suck.

"Come on, Isabel, have a taste!" she insisted.

"It's disgusting!" Isabel spat, yet she seemed unable to look away.

"You have to try it once to know." Amy insisted, "Come on, do it for me."

"Never!" Isabel said, "You know how I feel about that."

"I know how you say you feel." Amy said, then wrapped her lips around my dick again for a second. "And I know you're afraid. But now's your chance to work through that. Here you are in bed with me and my husband, a good man if there ever was one. You trust me don't you?"

"Yes."

"And you love me?"

"Yes."

"Then do this small thing. Just for three seconds. Do you have three seconds for me?"

I was pretty amused by it all, I was just waiting for Isabel to take off out of my bedroom so I could give Amy a good you know what. I was stiff and powerful; Isabel was the fearful one now. Amy was mine!

"Three seconds?" Isabel said.

"Just three seconds, and if you don't like it then I'll never bother you about it again." Amy said.

Isabel looked at me, and I could see my own feelings mirrored in her pretty face. Hate would be too strong a word, but dislike at least, and fear.

Fear of what though? My physical strength? My stiff penis? My relationship with Amy more likely.

"Three seconds." Isabel repeated.

Damn, I thought; she might really do it!

Well, I just lay there quiet and let the two of them work it through either way.

"Put one hand on the base." Amy instructed, pulling Isabel's slim wrist over me. "That's it."

I was surprised how excited I was getting; or was that still the fear? I might have been as afraid as Isabel about this, I was too confused to be sure.

The Spanish woman finally got out from under the quilt. She was wearing a simple white tee shirt and panties. She crawled closer, and tossed her thick black hair to one side. And damned if she didn't do it; she opened her pretty little mouth and dropped it over my cock.

One; My cock swelled to supermax hard in her mouth.

Two; she sucked lightly, the sensation of her very pretty lips on my shaft unexpectedly and wildly exciting.

Three; her gleaming black hair on my lap, tickling my thighs, called my fingers; but I resisted that, knowing she was battling her phobia.

Isabel pulled away and sat up, breathing hard.

Amy took her face and kissed her.

"See? I told you you could do it." Amy said, "Did you like it?"

"How could I like it? You know what I like."

Amy laughed, "You did, didn't you? Your face is red and you're all excited! Go on, try it again."

"No."

"Go on, we won't tell anyone, will we Ken?"

"That's for sure." I said, finally included in the conversation for a second.

It's hard to dislike a woman, a beautiful woman, as she sucks your cock. She even looked at me for a couple of seconds; those big eyes, that glossy hair, that perfect skin, and those fantastic lips, all on my penis; I was as stiff and strong as a hydraulic cylinder, the excitement and pleasure was as shocking to me as it was to her.

I hadn't thought she'd do it, and then I sure didn't think she'd do it again. But here I was, lying on my back with my new wife sitting beside me, watching her famous [so I was told] actress lesbian girlfriend give me head.

And as I looked into those dark eyes, I saw her fear easing, and I felt mine slipping away too. As my cock bulged in her mouth, as her lips served me, I couldn't hate her much.

"So." Amy said, "You might just have some heterosexual tendencies hidden in there somewhere."

Isabel sat up, letting go of my cock at last. Her full round breasts, smaller than Amy's, stood out under her tee shirt, the nipples trying to puncture the thin cotton.

"Maybe." She conceded.

"Why don't you kiss him?" Amy suggested. "Ken, would you like to kiss my beautiful girlfriend?"

"Sure I would." I said with more conviction than I felt. I just wanted to go along with whatever Amy wanted on our wedding morning. That's what I told myself at least; but in reality, yes, I did want to kiss the beautiful and exotic Isabel. Just to taste her for a second, just for that simple thrill.

Amy threw herself down next to me and pressed her cheek against my face.

"Come on." She coaxed, "Kiss me."

Isabel hesitated; then she moved over us, her breasts hanging in the thin shirt as she kissed my wife.

"Now tell the truth." Amy said to her, "What was it like to have Ken's penis in your mouth? It was good, wasn't it?"

"Well..."

"It was exciting." Amy continued, "Surprising, unexpectedly sensual, wasn't it?"

"In a way." Isabel conceded.

"It made your mouth water and your thingy tingle, didn't it?" Amy whispered convincingly.

"Not really." Isabel countered.

"Try it again." Amy insisted.

"Three seconds you said." Isabel argued.

"And it wasn't disgusting like you thought, was it? It didn't make you throw up or go queasy. It was good, so try again, for a little longer this time. Come on, Isabel! Think about it, when will you get a chance like this again?"

"It seems to me a lady like Isabel should have a pretty wide choice if she wants it." I interrupted.

"You don't understand, Ken." Amy said, "Isabel is afraid of intimacy with men. She couldn't be with a guy on her own, and then get to try out a little felatio in perfect safety like she can with us."

"Well, I guess that makes sense." I conceded, as my dick lay stiff on my stomach waiting for more experimentation.

"Go on, Isabel." Amy coaxed, "We all know you want it, and Ken doesn't seem to mind too much either!"

That was half true. I had mixed feelings about this; it was sexy and all, but a bit weird to be letting this tiring woman take my cock in her mouth. It did spook me some.

The beautiful Isabel went down on me again, this time taking more time about it.

I looked at my wife, and she looked back at me and smiled. She seemed a lot more excited about it than I was; and seeing her that way, so happy, so turned on, I just decided I'd let those women do as they pleased, and just enjoy it too.

Amy kissed me. Light and long, with just a trace of tongue brushing my lips.

Meanwhile, her friend and lover Isabel seemed to be getting more comfortable with my penis. She was pushing it deep into her mouth now, sucking and squeezing me with her lips and tongue. It was pretty wild, but it was Amy's kiss that nearly sent me over the edge.

Because you see, Isabel might have been beautiful, rich, and even famous; but Amy was my wife. And that concept was what really did it for me.

"God, I have to pee!" Amy laughed, and got up. "You two just keep at it now." She instructed with a laugh as she went across the hall to the toilet.

Isabel lifted her face up from my stiff dick and looked at me, holding me tight in her little hand. Neither of us could think of anything to say.

"How is it you have no hair down here?" she asked.

"Amy likes it that way." I said.

"Ah yes; Amy doesn't like hair on me either." She said.

It seemed we'd found something in common at last, I thought with a smile.

She smiled too, and stroked my wet cock with her hand.

"I'm a bit shocked at this." She admitted.

"Me too." I said.

We seemed to run out of conversation at that point, so she sucked my cock again. I reached out one hand and ran my fingers through her silky black hair, marveling at her extraordinary beauty, trying to figure out exactly what it was. The shape of the face? The complexion? The symmetry?

She was very vulnerable, on every level. Her usual brash confidence was missing, her underlying anxiety now apparent.

But she looked at me as she went at it, watching me as I watched her. And even though we were still rivals, we shared this moment of tenderness with each other. I would not betray her; although she might not forgive me for marrying the woman she loved, she knew I was a gentleman.

Amy came back into the room, standing naked and glorious in the doorway looking at us.

"God, that just looks so cute!" she declared. "So, Isabel; what do you think? Is it great or what?

"Well, I would say it's interesting." Isabel allowed.

"Come on, try something else." Amy said, "Kiss my husband."

She looked at me.

I looked back.

What was her history with men that Amy had alluded to? Some trauma from her youth apparently.

In truth, I still didn't like her, but I was willing to play along. And as Isabel slowly moved closer, I reached out my hand and put it on her shoulder gently. She was warm, slightly damp from sweat, even though the room was cool. She shivered a little, and I realized that she was fighting some serious demons.

She brought her face down, and the lips that had just held my cock now held my mouth.

Amy let out a small "whoop" of excitement as we kissed hesitantly. Slowly Isabel let her small curvy body down on top.

I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly ran them down her body; her waist was tiny, and her rear was considerably tighter and rounder than Amy's. Isabel had a body most women half her age would envy.

The kiss was odd; I felt more conflicted about it than our brief oral-genital contact. I pushed my tongue at her lips anyway, and they parted to let me in.

I did it for Amy, I told myself; how could I refuse my young wife anything?

But my cock was bulging, throbbing between our bellies. Although I knew that was a reaction any man would have, I felt conflicted about being so aroused by Isabel.

Amy was stroking her back under her tee shirt, and then Isabel's rear end and legs. I saw her face duck down behind to kiss that pretty little ass.

Isabel lifted her face a few inches and we regarded each other as my wife buried her nose in both our crotches; I could feel Amy's hand on my balls.

We stared at each other, two rivals for the affection of Amy; and I knew she could easily have won, and might even still win, this struggle.

After all, what's marriage worth these days? Divorce is cheaper than a used car. People get bored, fool around, break up. I knew the sex would fade back to 'normal' in a year or so, and then what? Isabel and her fancy life would always be there, willing to welcome Amy back.

Isabel smiled at me as if she were thinking along the same lines. Her hands were on my face, her long polished fingernails pushing slightly into my cheeks, the weight of her was on my chest, her breasts pushing against me as my cock burned hot between us.

I felt her bottom lift as Amy pulled off her panties, and suddenly I was afraid. How far was this going to go? Would either of us say No to Amy's perverse game?

Why, I wondered, was I aroused by her? Yes, she was physically attractive, but was that really all there was to it?

I felt Amy's hand reaching in from below, her fingers blessedly cool as they wrapped around my cock. Isabel lifted her pelvis again slightly, and Amy pulled my cock out so it was poking up between Isabel's slim thighs. I could feel Amy playing with me, squeezing my cock between Isabel's tight ass cheeks.

"What are you doing there Amy?" The Spanish woman asked.

"Nothing!" Amy laughed, "Pay no attention! Say, you're pretty damp back here sweetie. Lift your rear up a bit."

"No Amy, stop that." Isabel grumbled.

"Don't be stubborn." Amy wheedled, "I want to see what happens when I slide this big hard cock into you. Go on, lift up!"

"Amy, no." Isabel said; yet she did lift her hips, and I felt the end of my cock being pushed against her, slipped along her damp crotch, until it pushed against that soft damp spot in the middle. And I felt the cool wet interior of her vagina as it slipped over the end of my thing.

"Oh darling!" Amy said excitedly, "Don't say you didn't get a virgin for your wedding!" and she laughed in apparent delight as Isabel slid down me, while my rod easily went deep into her tight little middle.

The pretty actress lifted her head and looked into my face. She truly did look shocked now, and I barely avoided breaking into a laugh. She was on top, but my cock was in her, and somehow that made me dominant.

"Jesus, what do I do now?" she asked no one in particular. "How is it possible this is happening?"

She sat upright, drawing her knees below her to either side of me. I looked up at her; her glossy black hair hanging to her shoulders, her pale round breasts hanging in front of her, small nipples protruding through her thin cotton tee shirt.

I guess I was as shocked as she was; how had this woman I'd only known for a week ended up with my stiff cock buried in her middle? It was just another of Amy's games of course. The kinkiest yet, a threesome for our honeymoon morning.

Amy sat down behind her, on my thighs, wrapping her hands around the older woman's flat narrow belly.

"I'll show you." Amy said, and started to move her hips forward and back, in tight contact with Isabel.

I watched them passively as they moved together, Amy smiling at me over her friend's shoulder while pulling Isabel's tee shirt off her.

My, but she did have pretty tits; smaller than Amy's, and not as tight either. They hung slightly, but still stood out proudly, the nipples protruding like gun barrels. It was her small frame that made them look so large; and my wife's hands on them didn't turn me off at all.

The two of them orbited their hips around, then forward and back, my stiff rod flexing against my rival's clit and vaginal walls.

I needed to stay erect, but not to come. Somehow, that was vital to this contest of wills. The superior strength of my body didn't count for much, but my cock did. And for the moment, I was ok.

"Are you going to come, baby?" Amy murmured in Isabel's ear, "It's different, isn't it? A real live male organ in your body is much more exciting than your old dildo, isn't it?"

Amy's fingers went down to her lover's clitoris, pressing and rotating against it as Isabel rode my dick; and after another minute, she came.

Isabel leaned back against my wife, reaching back to hold Amy's head as she let herself go.

And me? I just lay there, letting her do her thing, my dick stiff, invincible, inside her. She didn't turn me so much that I couldn't control myself; and that made me stronger. Good god, she was beautiful though.

As her orgasm subsided, Isabel looked at me blankly; her confused feelings about what was going on written clearly on her face.

"My turn!" Amy said happily, and lay down next to me with her long legs open, "Do it to me, honey, I'm all wound up."

Isabel lifted herself off me; my cock was hard, my young wife was asking for it, but it didn't seem right.

I wanted to make love with Amy, our first time as man and wife should be tender, special.

But when a hot blond half your age says she wants you, you'd better just get to it, especially if she's your wife. So I moved over and got between her thighs, my cock still wet from Isabel, and set it against Amy. She pushed her hips upward, and I entered her easily. She was totally wet inside, turned on like crazy from watching me with her girlfriend.

Amy wrapped her arms and legs around me as I went to work, hard and straight. She was coming after a minute, as hard and loud as during our kinkiest pre-marital session.

"That feels so good!" she sang as I screwed her some more, hunting for her second orgasm.

I was glad she was having so much fun, but Isabel's hands on my back and ass spooked me a little. I wanted to come, but somehow I couldn't.

I had to come to end this. As long as I didn't, the two of them would just keep going, I was sure.

It made me wonder; if two women have sex together, how does it end? How do they each know when the other has had enough?

On the other hand, if two men were... I put that one out of my mind, as I really just wanted to get my balls in gear and finish.

Amy came again, at least as hard as the first time. I felt good about that. Her fingers dug into my ass and her strong young vagina clamped my old rod reassuringly. The future might be uncertain, but the present was a gift.

"Oh Isabel, you have to try it from below." Amy told her, "It's SO good. Come on, baby, lie down here, next to us."

"I don't know Amy..." Isabel protested, but settled her down next to me on her back.

"If you're going to try hetero sex, you might as well go the whole way and let the guy get on top." Amy continued unrelentingly, "It's how most hetero couples do it, right Ken?"

"Well, I don't really know." I said, clamped between her thighs. "I guess different people do it different ways."

"Well, we sure do, but guy on top is the real thing." Amy said. "Go on, Ken. Show Isabel what it's like." Her arms and legs disengaged, and she pushed me away from herself for emphasis.

My cock was starting to ache, I hadn't been erect for that long since I was a teenager I think. There didn't seem to be anything else to do with it than stick it back into the Spanish woman.

Well look, she was damn good looking. I felt a bit angry at her, getting between me and my wife on the morning after our wedding was pretty rude.

I looked at her face, and I thought she was challenging me somehow; like she was daring me to do it, do it if I had the power.

My hard aching cock was stronger than her, and stronger than me I guess. I pulled it out of Amy and moved back to where Isabel was waiting.

She stared into my eyes defiantly as I pushed my thing into her small body. I wondered if she liked it at all, or if she was just doing this to prove something to Amy. Like she could do it with a man too, and it was no big deal.

I remembered how she'd made a pass at me a couple of nights before the wedding, and the only way that made sense was if she wanted to betray me to my fiancé afterwards.

So even as I slid my cock into her, I was pretty mad at her. I didn't like her at all, and I wanted to fuck her until she cried for mercy.

Of course, it didn't work that way; instead, she just cried for more.

I fucked that bitchy little Spanish dyke as hard as I could, which was pretty hard. I pounded her [excuse me] cunt so her whole body slid across the bed from the impacts, until I had to pull her back.

And she just loved it.

Damn it, she came; and she came again. Each time, she seemed intent on denying it; "No." she muttered, "NO!" and came, holding me tight, as if to stop my motion. But I was three times her strength, and followed through relentlessly, as she squirmed and squealed below me.

Amy just laughed and slapped my ass hard, which didn't help much.

"Come in her!" Amy demanded.

"No." Isabel muttered.

Amy grabbed my hot sweaty balls in her cool fingers, pulling on them as if she were milking a cow [which, by the way, she knew how to do], and I felt the fluid gathering at last.

I looked at Isabel, and I knew what I was going to do; Yes, I would come in her! That would be my revenge on her, to pollute her cute little body with my fluid!

At last, an hour and a half after we started, I finished it. I emptied my swollen balls into Isabel, days of horny abstinence all built up into one long series of ejaculations.

Her big Mediterranean eyes stared at me in shock as she was filled, and I grinned back at her in triumph.

When I was done, I pulled it out. At last, my cock knew peace; half hard, covered with sticky sexual syrup, it hung from my groin as I got my feet on the floor and stood up.

The two women were staring at me, as if waiting for the last word.

"I better have a shower, I need to go check that pump over in the West field." I said.

But in my heart, I knew I'd done wrong. It was all ok, just a bit of fun, until the end. I shouldn't have let loose inside Isabel, and I knew it, and I felt shitty about it.

We'd wanted to marry as soon as we could, and in summer when the weather was good. But there's a lot of work to do on the farm in that season, and in fall; so we were going to have our honeymoon in winter.

Isabel didn't seem to have fixed travel plans.  The three of us slept in one bed, and spent a lot of time in there when we weren't sleeping too.

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

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