Marry Widow & Three Daughters

I enjoy going frequently to nudist beach to soak up nature, sun, wind, sea in the nude when I was single. Now I go with my family. It was relaxing, carefree way of spending time and to unwind. I frequented the nudist beach as it give a fresh relaxing windy environment. It was all fun. The splashing waves have a soothing calm effect.

I am in an extraordinary marriage.

I met my wife by chance in an unusual circumstance years back. Over the years we decided we wanted a closely knit family, stay together, look after each other. The way to go about we chose to have an extended family and ours is polygamous. Quite way off the mainstream behavior. We can be considered as extraordinary. We face constant public censure.

When I was an undergraduate I took on jobs during vacation to defray my tuition fees. I had worked on office and manual work whichever paid more. On one of my trekking days I passed a farm and happened to talk to the owner Tom. I had a project to do and I picked to write on small enterprises. He said he could employ me so instead of mere talking I could have firsthand experience. I accepted heartily as he paid well with food and lodging thrown in.

Though I worked only during vacation and days I didn't have classes I learned lots of farming trades. The hours were long but I was only too happy to work and learn. Initially I did the manual work and as I have driving license, moving later to driving tractors and heavy vehicles. I applied my studies to improve on the administration processes and created a website to promote the farm products and to track inventories. Keeping tabs and reconciling on sales and purchases and revenues were made simpler and less tedious.

I found time to give their daughters tuition and helped them in their school work. I done my best and didn't intend to stay longer than the welcome. The owner seemed to have trust in me helping him. Later on I would accompany him to other counties for business matters. I began to learn more on the trades as well as the how of business wheeling and dealing which I couldn't get from books alone. Usually he would drive to meet customers, gradually I took over when I went with him as his eyesight started to fail. There were times his wife Betty went along with him. Then with both away from the farm the work would slacken.

The owner had great confidence in me and on occasions asked me to spend more time in the farm if possible. I tried but with final year exams and I intended to further my studies, squeezing in time was really a juggle. But I was grateful that he gave me opportunities and much consideration.

He had a mild stroke but recovered sufficiently to oversee work around the farm. Meanwhile the owner spent less time due to illness having to go in and out of hospital. He told me on several occasions to help his wife Betty. I put in efforts to help and as he was in poor health he needed someone who could run the farm. His wife helped in and I also suggested his eldest daughter learned the rope and be involved. Fortunately she was mature and quite bright and willing to learn the trades. It was a stress as she was in boarding school.

I worked with Betty more as his health deteriorated. Having more time working with her I began to realize she was charming. She was an affable woman, resilient and hard working. I admired her character. First time Tom introduced her, I was stunned by her beauty, no makeup, simply natural looks. She was perspiring, clothing clanged to her body quite obviously concealed a well-endowed voluptuous body. I was fantasizing what was beneath her clothes. I day dreamed her ample bosom, deep cleavage, broad hips and curvy bums. I could not help myself from noticing her natural charms.

However, she looked forlorn and not chatty, seldom talked matters outside business. I didn't have any salacious thought about having a crush on her.

We worked closely. I took over most of Tom dealings.

As time went by I developed an affinity towards her. I couldn't know what but just felt happy with her around. I told myself mustn't lust after her as she was the boss's wife. I couldn't stop fantasising and created opportunity to get physically close to her.

I took up the traveling work with the wife and having more time being together I got the opportunity to know her better. Nothing untoward happened on the numerous trips. We would go in the morning and came back in the evening.

She began to open up and more conversant. I drew closer to her. At times while talking to her, I would brush my arms on her breasts quite purposely. I did that so often, I thought she must have knew it was intentional. But she didn't reprimand me.

The inevitable happened. Soon I had a crush on her. It was more than physical attraction that got me close with her. We understood, communicated and knew each other intuitively. As we had more time interacting, I began to take a fancy to her. With time I developed a growing emotion. I liked her character particularly maturity, sensitivity, concern and thoughtful thinking. It was a gradual progression that I developed feeling for her.

I was feeling edgy near her, couldn't resist peeked at her cleavage whenever she bent down. She has deep cleavage between buxom breasts.

As days past without realizing, the chemistry was spontaneously strong and we drew closer.

One day, she perched on a ladder to retrieve something on a high shelf. Just in time I walked in and she was a delightful sight to watch, bottoms up. I stood admiring her shapely legs, thighs, broad hips and round bums. She missed her step precariously and all a sudden slipped off. I extended my hands to catch hold of her falling into my arms.

In a split second she was in my embrace. Both my arms held under her armpits. My hands spontaneously stretched to her front resting underneath the bra cups. I took the opportunity to touch her body. I cupped and squeezed lightly on her breasts hoping she didn't noticed. A button on her blouse came undone and allowed me to slip a finger into her deep cleavage. I slide my finger on her fullness for seconds too long to be unintentional.

I held onto her, my bulging front pressed against her derriere. I didn't know how long I had been doing it, but I suddenly became aware that I was humping her butt crack. And not so subtle when I realized what I was doing, I stopped immediately. To my surprise, her ass squirming. I resumed grinding my bulging groin on her butts.. Her back pressed tightly against my crotch, caused her butt cheeks neatly rested on my rock hard cock. Purposely pushed my check on hers. My lips smooched her lip as she leaned backward. The tip of my tongue slipped in the gap of her lips and found her tongue. My tip lingered for a few second licking her tip sent a surging wave of thrilling sensation in my body.

"Oh My God. What a mishap." In shock. Maybe embarrassed that I was so daring touching her.

"Sorry Betty. You hurt?" I pretend to show concern.

"No Jack. Lucky you were near if not I fell like Humpty Dumpty. Thank you." she chuckled hopefully forgetting my cheeky fondling of her bosom. My hands still on the cups massaging her breasts. She didn't pushed them away. No rebut.

I heard a soft contented purring, "Ummmh...Ooohhh..." in her voice.

"I will be there for you next time you climb up a ladder. Call me first before you spring up!"

She sheepishly pulled away from my embrace none too worry.

"Glad you not hurt. Be careful next time."

She didn't take offence and became more friendly. I was glad she enjoyed my attention. What a chance, I inhaled her natural sense, felt her full and firm buxom breasts. Somehow I sensed I had accomplished my intention of getting close to her. She didn't shove me off or agitated by my wandering hands on her body. It was an encouraging sign I could advance on her.

Unconsciously I started admiring Betty for a woman I would want. I thought an infatuation at best. Before I developed a feeling for her, there were occasions I went on single dates with her eldest daughter Beatrice with their consent and they thought we made an ideal couple. I also brought the other two daughters along in a group date. We did enjoy good companionship.

My attention somehow changed. I didn't know when it began that I saw in Betty the woman I really wanted to be with. I had many girlfriends but she impressed me most though she was older than me. I looked beyond age and became fascinated with her. I voluntarily spend more time in the farm just to be close to her.

I was so smitten by her natural charms. I was unsure if she was in same mindset though she would smiled coyly when she noticed I stole glances at her. I needed to act decisively than lingered along and pretended my affection was nonexistent. I couldn't act in denial I had emotional feelings for her. I needed to make the first move. It wasn't so simple as she was a married woman and wife of my boss. Not to say she might not take to a younger man. Still I thought I must approached her directly than to drag on. I was waiting for an appropriate time to sound her out. I waited for an opportunity and it never seemed to come.

"Was I reading her body language right?" I thought to myself.

A gradual progression that I harbored feeling for her. I didn't have the courage to open up to her lest she got offended. I developed affection for her which bloomed to an emotional passion. It was feelings of affection. I dare not reveal to her my thought. It was too much a risk to express my feelings. What if she didn't reciprocate or it didn't work out? We would be embarrassed to face each other awkwardly working in the farm.

I took every opportunity to be physically near her. When discussing job function, I would touch her hand, to emphasize a point, lingered to see her reaction.

"Boss. Read this plan I drew up last night. You think workable? Please amend it or add on if you have better idea. I will run through with Tom."

She responded enthusiastically held my palm while discussing. "How about changing these diagrams?"

She drew on a piece of paper.

"Yeah. Brilliant suggestion."

Looking at her intensely I could recognize from her body language she didn't mind my touching.

I went behind her chair, slipped my hands in her cleavage and fondled her soft firm breasts. My fingers kneading her erected nipples to fathom her mood. I waited for her reaction.

"Umm...Ohhh...Jack.." came the excitement, gave me encouragement she didn't object to my intent. I was excited.

My palm rested on her hip and gently stroke. She seemed to enjoy my massage and softly heaved a sigh of contentment. "Ummm...Ohhh."

She encouragingly muttered, "Itchy to the right side. Scratch there will you?"

"Ok Boss." I reached to rub there and moved to her thigh reaching her bums.

She was wearing a sun dress. I ran my hand on her thigh, slowly inching to the crotch, pulled up her hemline. Without hesitation slipped a finger to touch her pussy. She wasn't wearing undies to my astonishment.

I knew straight away exciting days ahead for us. She willingly coaxing up to me without a doubt. I couldn't hide my pleasant thoughts of what was in store for me.

"How are you feeling Boss? Good?," as I fingered her labia and got into her pussy.

"Ohhh...Yeppp...Ummmh...," came her response, spreading her legs. As if I needed to be told. She read my mind intuitively signaling me to proceed.

My fingers went further in her pussy. Found the G-spot and stroke her to orgasm.

"You making me horny. Never feel so good before...Uuuumm."

My lips kissed tightly on hers, muffing her screaming to suppress her yelling.

"Ohhhh...you choking me...so thrilling..."

My fingers didn't stop stroking her.

"Not so loud darling. If not our secret will be discovered."

We parted kissing. Got back to work.

As days passed, my journey to romancing her was in full steam. She was all ready for my take. I was still yearning the day seeing her well endowed body in the nude.

However, opportunity did come as if by fate. On a return trip to meet a client the vehicle broke an axle. It took 2 days to fix it and we had to stay in a motel. Over that 2 days we had time to kill. We chatted on work and personal matters too. We seemed to have a natural bonding.

She felt comfortable with me delving in private matters. We exchanged our life story. She had a hard life.

"Married in my teens after got pregnant by first husband who couldn't hold down a job and hardly brought enough money home. We lived on borrowings. Life got more difficult after became pregnant soon again and delivered a pair of twin daughters."

Her husband did a despicable act.

"He offered me to work in the farm to settle his debts. He didn't repent and got into further debt. Meanwhile the boss Tom took a fancy on me."

I listened attentively looked into her eyes and held her hands.

"My husband then made a despicable offer to divorce me so Tom could marry me if he paid off his debts and a further sum. Like horse trading. How debased I felt!"

"Your life was unfortunate to have such irresponsible husband who made you a money yielding tree," I adding salaciously, "Indeed I can see you have ripe over hanging fruits he could exchanged for money," as I leered at her voluptuous body.

"To get out of poverty I sacrificed myself, brought my 3 daughters to the farm and subsequently married Tom."

"Well at least your basic necessities taken care by Tom."

"Yes. Material wise I couldn't complain. Tom provide us well and no complaints as far as living standard concerned. A better life for me and daughters. A far cry from suffering married to the first husband.

But I missing something a woman craves to have. Tom have erectile dysfunction and could not engage in sexual intercourse. Tried as he could, even Viagra didn't work on him. Celibate for years left me sexually deprived. I yearn for a real man. Do you understand me, Jack?"

She was so forthcoming and candid about her womanly craving.

"So sex deprived, my desire for a man is beyond words," she confided in me.

I could feel she needed and wanted me to have sexual intercourse with her in all earnest.

She was emotional, tearing as she related her life. I was touched. I looked at her up close unlike those sheepish glance when I ogled at her. She was a stunning beauty. My feeling for her sprang up a few notches.

I took courage to say, "I am willing to provide what you crave from a man."

I looked at her not blinking. Waiting for a response I thought would be most positive.

"Ohhhh...you know me so well," as both her hands clasped my face tenderly. Then hugged me lustfully.

The time and opportunity couldn't have been better than that moment. Getting closer and closer built tension leading to our ultimate lip-lock. I had the urge to draw near to her, held her hands, looked into her eyes as I wiped her tears. I moved over behind her, placed my arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck, down under the ear, softly nibble her earlobes. She shivered and shuddered.

Except for moaning sound, "Ummm...Ohhh...Ahhhh..," she was silent as my tongue blazing the trail of kisses, licking and fondling.

It sent shivers down her spine.

She uttered, "Am I dreaming Jack? You give me?"

She grasped my hands tightly sending a passionate come hither look pressing closer to me. We were both turned on feverishly.

I planted my lips on hers.

She responded, "Yahhhh...Ahhh...Ooooo...wonderful...never feel so sensational..."

Our lips locked, tongues licking passionately. Our bodies entwined and we knew then we needed and wanted each other intimately. We made lingering eyes contact. She clanged to me as our lips locked. We kissed long, slow, deep and hard.

"Oh Betty. You are so beautiful. My dream woman. I can't restraint my hands."

I was heated up with desire. I fondled all over her body.

She oozed sensually, "Oww...Ohhh...Ummm," clinging onto me.

We locked lips and kissed passionately.

The waiting was over.

Time for reckoning was there and then. All inhibitions disappeared. I pursued Betty like a male animal in mating season. I grabbed her in a bear hug planting kisses on her luscious lips, thrusting my tongue to engage hers.

"Ohhhh...Jack...I... submitting to you...Go ahead and make love to me...Ummm..."

She fondled my bulging crotch, unzipped my fly, took out my penis and suckled like a gigantic lollipop.

"Oummm...Ohhhh...Ummhhh...wow...saltish...tasty...," she tasted my pre-cum.

We communicated our feeling for each other without so much as talking. Our actions with hands all over each other spoke volumes of our latent sensuality of wanting each other unabashedly.

She composed herself, locked eyes with me lovingly and hugged me. In the heat of passion the only thing that matter was us opening to each other.

I sensed her love. We loved in silence and it was time we have a refreshing beginning.

At that moment in time we were so glad we finally got the message across and broke down all barriers of inappropriateness.

"I am worry Tom might not live much longer. I cannot bear another misfortune in my life."

I hugged her snuggling closely, whispered, "In an eventuality, if you allow me I would take care of you and daughters. I would be your man."

"I am a jinx and might bring you misfortune."

"I have none of that superstition. We make our lives together if you so desire with me."

"Oh yes! Jack, I want to be your woman."

"I want to fuck you," I couldn't wait to assure her in a rambling voice.

So direct. I never expected I was so coarse.

"Be my woman. Have been fascinating about you. Swooned by you. Leer at you with yearning sexual desire. Lusty thoughts flow in my mind day and night. Romancing you is my desire."

"Oh Jack. We have the same thoughts. Too ashamed to admit to you. But now I revealed my feelings for you. Immoral though, I want to give to you."

"Betty darling I can't wait to fuck you."

I knew we had came to the stage we no longer needed to hide our feelings for each other. I looked into her eyes and I knew her starry sparkling eyes was a telling sign she wanted me. I had waited to tell her I wanted her for my woman. It was an agonizing trying time withholding to voice out my desire to be her lover.

It was time to drop all inhibitions. I reached out to her in actions. Less talks.

We smooched, petted and groped. A touch here and there sent us both feverishly high. We couldn't wait any longer. Our decision day had arrived. At that stage no denying we desired each other.

I took the first step to show her my passion; kissing, thrusting tongue into her mouth playing with hers.

I needed to go further to confirm it was not an impulse and she was indeed having feeling for me.

I unbuttoned her dress slowly staring in her eyes. Her eyes closed smilingly. She didn't resist, clearly wanted me to remove her clothing. I undressed her and slipped off her clothing. She stood naked beaming shyly as I admired her beauty.

"You so enchanting beautiful. Natural beauty," as I leaned forward.

"I thought you find me aged."

"You mature to perfection. You captivated me soon after I set eyes on you. The past few days I knew I must act to send you my message of wanting you to relieve my pent up feelings for you. My growing feeling is not infatuation. I really want your love."

"You love these?" her hands held the two buxom breasts gyrated before my glaring eyes showing off to me.

"Yes they are so big fleshy." I cupped them and plunged my mouth on them suckling deliciously.

"Saggy? I am old, ugly for you! Don't you desire a young woman firm breasts?," voice sounded sorrowful.

"Not at all. The most delightful bust I ever seen and suckled. You're my dream woman," I replied.