A Delta Tale by SusanSelton

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A Delta Tale

David Haskins

Sometimes good fortune isn't as good as it seems at first. My good fortune was inheriting a Delta farm from my great uncle Clem. He was killed in a tractor accident on his farm. I don't know why he left it to me. It's true that when our family visited him every year or so, I would follow him around asking questions about everything he did, while my parents preferred sipping adult beverages with his wife, Darlene. Aunt Darlene preceded Uncle Clem by a few years due to cirrhosis of the liver. I wasn't particularly happy with my job as management trainee, which meant I was responsible for collecting past due accounts receivable. My wife Mindy felt similarly about her job of verifying the charges included in accounts payable for a different company.

I'm sort of an ordinary looking guy with brown hair and brown eyes. I stand five-foot-eleven, which means that I am still a bit taller than Mindy when she wears high heels. Nobody believes me when I tell them that I picked Mindy as a life partner for her intelligence and personality. It's true even though she is a real attention getter especially when she wears heels and a short skirt. I would say her slender, well-tuned legs are her greatest physical asset. With a 35C-23-34 body she attracts a large amount of attention at the pool or beach.

We decided we would give Delta farming a try. We also inherited Uncle Clem's meager checking and savings accounts, so we thought that with the money we had saved up for a down payment on a starter home, we would at least have enough working capital to get to our first harvest. At three-hundred-fifty-eight acres, the farm was less than average for the Delta but was still more than Mindy and I could handle by ourselves.

We kept getting surprises, however, once we were on the ground. We were astounded to find almost six hundred thousand dollars in installment debt: three hundred thousand dollars on a still fairly new combine and a number of smaller notes on a tractor and lesser equipment. Then we found a two hundred thousand mortgage on the new equipment barn that held not only the newer equipment but also some older equipment.

John Robinson came by the farm and introduced himself. John had been a key player in Uncle Clem's operation. He explained that he helped on most of my uncle's operations - tilling, planting, and harvesting. The harvesting brought in John's wife and sons. Although Uncle Clem had grown cotton, corn, and soybeans, we decided to concentrate on soybeans the first year until Mindy and I had our feet on the ground. Next year we would consider adding one or more other crops. John explained that although soybeans had been the most lucrative crop, it was nice to have the other crops to spread the risk so that a drop in soybean prices would be less catastrophic.

It was hard work but everything seemed to be going all right. Soybean futures indicated that we would be all right when it came time to sell our crop. John was invaluable as he worked with my uncle for many years before my uncle's passing. Mindy enjoyed the work as well. She preferred farm work to house work, and so I helped with the house work as much as I could after dark. Finally, harvest time came. We kept our truck and two tractors with trailers busy hauling soybeans to the storage silos, where they would be picked up by processing plant trucks. Mindy became a pretty fair tractor driver. John and I operated the combines while his sons filled the other driver spots or gave the drivers breaks. John's wife cooked meals for us.

We decided to store some of the soybeans to get future spot prices. We sold enough to make all our payments current and set some money aside for winter times and our next season.

Randolph Cummings was a soybean broker and owned the local soybean processing plant as well as a soybean silo cluster. He also grew soybeans on a large scale. When the local farmers completed their soybean harvests, he gave a party and invited us, as one of his local producers.

John was not invited to the party although he worked as hard as any of us in bringing the crop in. He did mention that I needed to watch my wife if Cummings was around. The party was at Cummings's house. We met Martha, Cummings's wife at the party. Both Randolph and Martha seemed to be about ten years older than Mindy and me.

I remembered John's words well as Cummings danced several times with Mindy. He also took her on a tour of the house. I just happened' to run into them outside the master bedroom door. This probably shortened Mindy's tour. Cummings gave me a funny look, although Mindy didn't show any concern. I suspected Cummings was about to do something that I would not like. Later he was jovial when he visited our table and asked us to a dinner party at his house. The invitation was not extended to the older couple sitting at the same table, although Cummings assured them they would be on the list for a future dinner party. Mindy graciously accepted his invitation and I didn't have a good reason to decline, even though I was a lot less excited about the party than Mindy was.

The dinner party was again at Cummings's house. Two other couples were there. Both seemed closer to Cummings's age then to ours. We had a few drinks and then went into the dining room. Mindy was seated to the immediate left of Cummings, who sat at the head of the table. His wife was seated to his right. I was seated to Mindy's left. The other two couples filled out the eight-place table setting, continuing the boy-girl-boy-girl arrangement around the table. The entrée was a delicious, well-prepared prime rib. Cummings informed us that it was grown on his cattle farm which was some miles away. We drank an excellent red with our dinner.

The dessert was a crème Brulé served with an excellent sauterne. I remember about half-way through the dessert getting extremely drowsy. The next thing I remember was Mindy waking me up, I had a bit of a hangover and dawn's light was pouring through a window of the bedroom I found myself in.

Melinda Haskins

I thought it was a wonderful dinner party until Dave started nodding off. This was atypical behavior for him. I was concerned both about his health and the fact that I was beginning to feel very horny probably due to the mixed drink and two wines that I had consumed. Randy and Jack and Drew, the other two husbands at the party, helped carry Dave, who had seemed to pass out, to one of the bedrooms. We then returned to the den where we had first began drinking.

Meanwhile, my horniness was increasing. Randy asked who was up for hot tubbing. I pointed out that I didn't bring my swimsuit. Claire, Randy's wife pointed out that their custom was not to wear anything in the hot tub. I thought anything was better than my increased horniness. I wasn't thinking clearly about anything except relieving myself, which I might be able to do under the cover of the bubbles. The other two couples declined Randy's offer, so the hot tubbers were only Clair, me, and him. Okay, I thought. The hot tub area had both changing rooms and lockers adjacent to the hot tub. We used the lockers adjacent. Because I was only wearing my little black dress, pullups, a thong, and my shoes, I was first in the tub. Although the hot tub looked large enough to hold a dozen comfortably, Randy and Claire sat immediately to my left and right, respectively. I have to say Randy and Claire were not exactly subtle. Randy immediately began kissing me, grabbing a buttock and my pubis at the same time. Claire began a breast massage with intermittent suckling. What can I say, I was so horny I didn't object to their forward advances. As Randy rapidly stimulated my clitoris, It was only a few minutes until I was having my first climax. Randy began pulling me onto his lap as Claire pushed me in the same direction.

They positioned my passive self to where I was kneeling over Randy's lap with his large, erect penis brushing against my perineum. He kissed me strongly with tongue. As expected, he then guided his cock into my warm, wet kitty. It felt so good! I immediate began pounding myself against his upper thighs. It might have take me a minute to have a body-shaking orgasm. I paused momentarily before I resumed the delight of sliding his business in and out of my hot, wet vagi. I felt out of this world, like there was no better place to be. Dave was the farthest thing from my mind. After two more thrilling, convulsive orgasms, Randy asked me to turn around.

I enjoy reverse cowgirl almost as much as I enjoy cowgirl. I don't think it was any more than five or six up and down strokes until I was cumming again. After two more erotic ecstasies, I positioned myself on the floor, and Randy took me to pussy heaven in the doggy style position. Claire pulled my head up and began kissing me. It seemed each kiss lasted about thirty seconds and then I would cum again. Finally, I felt spurts of Randy's baby juice against the walls of my love canal and I had one more body-shaking climax.

Unfortunately, I was still horny as hell. Randy helped me to the side of the hot tub where I took a seat. Claire then straddled my lap and embracing me, began to deep kiss me and dry hump me. I guess that was a wet hump since we were in a hot tub, but it still felt good and she was making contact in all the right places. Soon I was experiencing my first woman-to-woman orgasm as Claire joined me in crying out her pleasure.

By this time Randy was clearly ready. He suggested that we gather up our clothes and proceed to the master bedroom. I was still hotter than a firecracker and had high expectations for what would transpire in the master bedroom. I was a little taken a back when Randy led us into the living area where the two fully clothed couples were sitting. Randy asked them it they would like to watch. I didn't like that idea, but at this point, I wanted some more fucking and was ready to follow Randy's lead, not quite sure where this was all going.

In the master bedroom, Randy directed me into the golden arches position. He leaned back on his elbows and he directed me to do a reverse crawl over his genitals and then lower myself onto his manhood by bending my knees. I slid down his pole of pleasure and he began pumping me from below my hips. This was a very nice position I had quite a few orgasms in this position. I think it gave him good contact with my G-spot. I'm not sure of the mechanics but I know that I will want to use this position with Dave.

Then Randy said, "Your turn!" I think if it's possible with me doing the banging. I could make minor adjustments in my strokes which made the contacts between our naughty bits even more delightful.

When Randy came, I wasn't surprised that Claire decided she needed another turn with me. We ended up in a sixty-nine position which was very, very, nice. We each had several great climaxes.

I was surprised when Jack and Drew decided they needed to have a turn with me. Perhaps they thought that helping carry Dave made them deserve it. Anyway, darling Randy handed Jack a tube of lubricant and he began lubing my ass as well as his cock. Next, Drew laid supine on the bed, and I carefully lowered myself onto his very erect prick. Next, Jack began pushing against my back door with his dick. Inch by inch he violated by virgin anus and rectum. At first it was uncomfortable, even a little painful, but gradually it began to feel good, even very good, and later, very, very good. I began having orgasms on almost everyone of Jack's strokes. It was beyond heavenly. I was groaning out my feelings of erotic pleasure on every stroke. I was totally satiated and exhausted when they finally shot their wads in my rectum and pussy.

Then the wives Pamela and Grace took over. They took turns sixty-nineing me. I was wondering if maybe I was bi because I was having such a great time with the women. There was my main man, Dave, passed out missing out on what was probably the night of my life, at least as far as sex was concerned.

The two guest couples got dressed and said their goodbyes. However, my night was not finished, as Randy had recovered from his earlier efforts and Claire seemed ready for more action as well. They decided that I was to be the filling of their sandwich. Claire sixty-nined my front while Randy fucked my ass. It wasn't the best sex of the night but it was still awesome. We slept together in the super-king-size master bed. We had one last round in the early morning and then I got dressed to see what Randy was up to.

He had been really out. He was just beginning to stir when I walked into the bedroom that we had put him in when he was passed out. I was now becoming aware of the enormity of what I had done the night before. I had no idea how Dave would take it if he found out what I had been doing for the last nine or ten hours. Claire brought us some coffee and Dave began to act more and more like his normal self. He had a bit of a headache but no real hangover from having had passed out.

I began thinking about the events of the evening. I didn't intend to tell Dave about my experience. I knew it wouldn't help anyone with anything, and it probably would cause discord in an otherwise happy marriage.

A few days later Claire called and asked if I would like to arrange a date to exchange recipes. She suggested that we could compare them and perhaps prepare some of them for a true taste test. I suspected that there was a subtext here, especially when she said that Randy would ask Dave if he could bring me over to their house.

Clearly, Dave didn't suspect a thing. Randy apparently was a one-handed driver as he managed to keep his right hand in my lap or under my dress virtually all the way to his house. We were already making out in his driveway before he took me in through the garage door to their kitchen. Claire had an apron in hand and suggested that we start some baking and once a couple of things were in the oven, we could play some adult bedroom games while baking was going on. We selected a couple of recipes and agreed that we would share portions so that I could take some of each home to Dave.

I justified my behavior by saying that what Dave didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and in the long run it would help him. Plus he got some baked goods out of the deal. As soon as we had our recipe products in the oven, we went to the master bedroom and stripped.

Randy was more than happy to join us. First, I fucked Randy with Claire kissing me most delightfully. Then Claire got on top of me and began rubbing herself against me while kissing me. Randy helped out by fucking Claire. Following that Claire and I sixty-nined each other with Randy adding his mouth and fingers to heighten my pleasure.

By that time the kitchen timer was going off and Claire and I hurried to bring our products out of the oven. The three of us had a tasting party and by that the time we finished, it was time for me to go home. Randy helped me cut some pieces of cake to take to Dave. Then we got dressed while Claire was showering.

Randy dropped me off and I prepared some treats for Dave to taste. While he was enjoying the cake, I showered to remove the evidence of my other afternoon activities. As far as I could tell, he didn't have a clue as to what took place while our baked goods were baking.

Dave

Things went along fine for a while. Then Randy invited us to dinner. Mindy dressed up to the extent that she wore a skirt and blouse, rather than her usual jeans and shirt. Women don't wear stockings in the delta even when they go to Jackson. Going to New Orleans would be the time for stockings.

It was just Randy, Mindy, and I, and the servers. We both expected Claire to be there, but Randy told us that Claire was unexpectedly called to Chicago on some family business of one kind or another.

The dinner was pleasant enough. We had prime rib, green beans, asparagus, corn, mashed potatoes, and dinner rolls. We had pecan pie a la mode for dessert. Randy prepared after dinner drinks and suggested watching a movie. Minday wanted "Love Story", so Randy queued it up and we all sat on a living room sofa to watch the movie on his big screen TV. Mindy sat in the middle.

A few minutes into the film I noticed Randy straightening Mindy's hair. There was a mirror above the TV that had just the right cant for me to see everything going on next to me. A few minutes later he was running his finger across her cheek. It seemed sensuous although not entirely inappropriate. Then I noticed that he was running the fingers of his other hand up and down the part of her thigh below the hem of her skirt. Mindy seemed unconcerned so I said nothing.

As the movie progressed, I noticed that he was slowly running his right hand up and down her back while his left hand was now under her skirt although it appeared to still be on her thigh as opposed to higher up. Mindy occasionally giggled at some comment that Dave made. Most of his comments were spoken in low tones directly to her ear, so I only caught a word now and then. It seemed that he was slowly seducing her. I was reluctant to say anything without some indication of discomfort from Mindy. Unfortunately, she seemed very comfortable with Randy's progression of moves.

I watched the movie a little while and then noticed that his left hand was rubbing her boobs and he was kissing her, more like bussing her. Still, she offered no resistance. What was going on? Was she going to let him do her right here. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, but I didn't know what to do. Randy was one of the more powerful men in the whole Delta, and Mindy seemed fine with what was going on. I forced myself to look at the movie even though I was seething with anger.

The next time I took a good look, they were kissing with feeling and his evil left hand was way up her skirt. She seemed fine with this as she had had placed her right hand on the back of his neck and her left hand lay relaxed on his shoulder. I wanted to grab her shoulder and pull her away but it appeared I was the only one who was not happy with the events unfolding in front of my very eyes. Dave looked at me and smiled and then began pulling up her blouse. Mindy raised her arms to facilitate the removal of her blouse. As the blouse went up her arms, the slackness of her bra indicated it was already unfastened.

All pretense of modesty was gone as Randy slid her bra off. He began sucking on her right breast as he pulled on her left nipple with his right hand. His left hand was vigorously working on her crotch. He paused momentarily to pull her panties off. Her shoes were lying on the floor, meaning that all that separated from total nudity was her skirt and her ring finger adornments. She slid her skirt off while he exposed a rather impressive erect manhood.

They were going to do it right in front of me. My darling Mindy momentarily stood up preparatory to impaling herself on Randy's organ of feminine delight. I watched horror-stricken as she repeatedly thrust herself onto his instrument of sexual pleasure. It was only a few moments until she was crying out her joy at climax. Once was not enough. After collapsing on his chest. She resumed her dance of pleasure. The two of them seemed filled with joy, as I felt the excruciating pain of seeing the woman I loved, pleasure herself with another man. Soon she was again enjoying the thrill of orgasmic ecstasy. Would it never end? She once more followed the path of lust bouncing up and down, moaning and groaning, until finally they climaxed one more time falling against each other.

A Delta Tale

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