It was a fairly isolated farmhouse, separated from the nearest otherfarmhouse by a stand of trees. Her husband had hired me to see if there was any evidence of adultery on her part since there were whisperings in their tiny local village that too many men found reasons to stop at his farm house during the days when he was away from home. I went around the side toward the back, but suddenly stopped when I passed by a small side window into their kitchen. It took a few seconds to confirm that I was actually seeing the movement within I thought I was seeing, then another second or two to realize I needed to pull out my camera and record the evidence. As I snapped away, I enjoyed the show from inside. She had pulled off her panties and they lay next to her on the deep counter top she was sitting on, her skirt pulled up about her waist with her blouse wide open and her bra pushed up over a set of medium size breasts that squeezed out from the tight hug that clamped them together as he rapidly fucked her with his trousers and pants puddled around his ankles. Her legs were about his waist with her feet pressing the bottom of his blue work shirt into his bum. His arms were wrapped tightly around her upper back and hers were holding onto the top of his shoulders over his back like she was chinning herself. That position allowed her the leverage needed to push her hips tightly against his groin allowing him to get maximum penetration of her pussy with his cock. Over his shoulder, her chin was jouncing on one of his shoulders from the force of his thrusting, her eyes squinted tightly shut, her mouth open and raw with passion as she reached for her climax. The guy was in his early 20s, dressed like a farm hand with jeans and dried mud on that part of his work boots I could see. I could hear her frustrated cries seeking her release, but they were almost immediately overcome by his own loud grunting as he came with clenched bum cheeks and repeated sharp cock thrusts as he emptied himself into her. As he did, I could hear he complaining, "Not yet! Hold off! I'm almost there! I need you to fuck me some more!!" But it was obvious he was spent and either didn't have the stamina to continue stroking her or didn't care now that he had come. He pulled out and immediately pulled up his pants and jeans in one movement, not bothering to wipe the cum off his cock. He said something to her she didn't like as he turned toward the back door to leave, but I heard her say, "I knew you were a mistake. You need to make sure the lady comes too, you bastard! Don't you ever come sniffing around here again!" I quickly moved back around the corner of the house to the front side so he wouldn't see me and watched as he headed straight for a break in the trees to the next farm. Obviously a farm hand who got lucky with the neighbor farmer's wife, even if only for a one off. An old story. Watching them made me horny, especially so since it had been a while since I had gotten 'lucky'. I had a moral dilemma to resolve. I could go away and file the episode and photos in my next report to the husband, or I could take advantage of her frustration at not coming and fuck her myself. If I chose the latter, then I had another decision: do I still include her episode with the neighboring farm hand and when she squealed that I had fucked her myself afterward, alibi it with the husband as the opportunistic defense of a guilty wife; or do I just not report it as my gratitude for her services to me. Lack of pussy won out and I immediately rang the door bell to prevent her unfulfilled passion from subsiding too much. She took a while to answer my second ring, probably so she could wipe up his cum that had smeared around her groin hair and plug up the cum dripping from her pussy since men in their early 20s were usually heavy spurters. She gave me a half annoyed look when she first opened the front door, but managed to turn it into a warm smile when she observed my rugby-like physique and rough good looks surrounding my very warm smile. She invited me in without asking my business and led the way to the large kitchen containing the infamous, at least in my mind, deep counter top. For a moment I wondered if there were still tracers of her disappointing lover's cum still drying there. I dismissed that speculation when she gave me a broad smile as she poured us each a cup of coffee from the coffee maker within a foot of her recent debauchery. She leaned back against that same spot of the counter, crossed her ankles in a very relaxed way as she comfortably held her coffee cup with both hands and asked what I was doing there. Before I could answer, she made a point of telling me she wasn't interested in anything I might be selling and ended with, "If you're looking for my husband Harry, he's in Lincoln and won't be back until tomorrow evening. And with the kids in school, that leaves only me here to entertain you." The invitation couldn't be more obvious if she hit me over the head with a hammer, and I gave her a smile laced with a subdued leer as I assured her neither applied and I just wanted to ask directions to a specific house in the area I couldn't seem to find. When she asked which one, I replied, "That probably can wait if you're interested in a friendly hug to alleviate your loneliness. I surely could use one being on travel for two weeks without any female companionship." My responses was just as clearly an invitation and she immediately nodded her head as she put down her cup and uncrossed her ankles, but stayed leaning back against the counter top. Her breasts were pushing against the thin material of her blouse with enough force that her hard nipples showed through. The lady was obviously still in heat and needed relief. I felt a heaviness in my groin and my cock was already at half mast as I covered the few feet separating us to stand almost touching as I faced her. I leaned over the side of her shoulder to place my cup next to hers on the counter, my face almost touching the bend of her neck on that side. I quickly moved both cups out of the way and, instead of straightening up to face her, I leaned into her neck and kissed that sensitive spot just below her ear. At the same time I moved my hands around her shoulders and gently moved them up and down, rubbing and squeezing her back in an intimate way. She correctly took that as my opening move and wrapped her arms loosely around my neck, her lips kissing the side of my face. Within seconds, my mouth found hers and I ran my tongue over her lips. They parted and she gave a small moan as our tongues glided and danced their way to a deep French kiss with all its wetness, exploring of mouths, and sucking that accelerates the passion like no other kiss. Her hips began the slow undulating roll that tells a man a woman is signaling her eagerness to be doing the same without the layers of clothing separating skin from skin. My hips mirrored her movements and we proceeded to dry hump each other more and more vigorously as our mutual passion rapidly built. It helped immensely that this was building on the level of her passion previously attained, but not satisfied. As we humped and bumped and became deeply enmeshed in our French kissing, I moved my hands around to her front and cupped her breasts through her blouse. They were small enough that she had gone without a bra. That knowledge and the feel of their taut nipples immediately beneath the thin material inflamed me. Any sexually worthwhile woman knows letting her man know she is going without bra and panties is guaranteed to make him crazy with passion when his hands discover that delightful secret during foreplay. I opened her blouse and pushing the two halves aside, cupped and not so gently caressed her surprisingly firm breasts, guessing her advanced state of residual arousal warranted that kind of handling, then dipped my head and brought my mouth to them as I continued caressing them with my hands. I licked her nipples in turn, then sucked them, almost chewing. Her humping hips ground harder into mine as her passion rose from my ministrations to her breasts and hard nipples. I moved a hand from one of her breasts and reaching down, moved in up under the hem of her skirt. When she felt it moving upward between the inside of her thighs, she moved her feet apart to give me access to the remainder of her feminine charms. Moving my lips back to her mouth and resuming out highly erotic French kiss, I moved the upper edge of my hand into her hairy slit, the lips of which were already swollen and hot and wet. I moved the upper edge of my hand into her warm and still swollen slit, making sure my thumb ran over the already hard nub of her clit and flicking it as I moved my hand back and forth along her slit. Each time I did that, her groin gave an involuntary jerk accompanied by a gasp of breath. The lady was already well past the preliminaries and was ready for the main event. I suggested a bedroom, but she declined and said right where we were was good. So it was going to be a replay of her episode with farmhand lover boy, but hopefully with a much more satisfying outcome for her. She broke contact with me and pulled her skirt up around her waist, rolling it all way round to keep it from falling back down and getting in the way of the action. Holding it up with one hand, she used the other to steady herself as she hopped up onto the countertop. She spread her legs wide, letting her legs dangle off the edge, and leaned back on her elbows to open herself up to my gaze. I stared at her prominent and lightly haired mound and her beautifully swollen pussy lips surrounded by that same lightly colored and well trimmed hair. I was grateful since I am turned off by a shaven pussy. I cannot understand why a woman would do anything except trim excessive hair growth down there. Sparse or trimmed pussy hair adds immeasurably to a the allure and mystery. I dropped my trousers and pants, feeing my now almost fully erect cock. At 6 1/2 inches I'm a bit longer than the average and a bit wider and thicker too. It's usually enough to give most women a satisfying ride and climax, although the roughly 30% of women who need manual clitoral stimulation to climax even with a cock stroking inside her pussy, will still need to reach between us to make sure they will come. Unlike some men who feel threatened by their partner manually stimulating her self to a climax, I love it when a woman who needs it reaches between us to caress her clit since I'm assured she will come and, at the same time, heightening my satisfaction when I come in her, especially if I can time my climax to hers. I stroked my cock the final bit to a full erection as I moved firmly between her legs. I then moved my cock stroking hand to her entrance and slipped two thick fingers inside, finding it wet like a swamp from a mixture of her pussy juice and his cum. She continued to lean back on her elbows on the deep countertop, but opened her legs wider when I slipped a third finger into her pussy and rummaged around inside searching for her 'special spot'. Curling my fingers upward like I was giving her a 'come hither' wave, I suddenly found it as evidenced by her loud gasp. I caressed it and she moaned steadily as I did so, her hips writhing in response. I whispered to her to put her right ankle on my left shoulder and bring her left foot up onto the edge of the countertop and spread that leg outward to fully open herself for my right hand to more easily reach up inside and finger her to a come. When she moved her legs just so, I leaned over her and resumed our deep French kiss as I finger fucked her with my right hand. I caressed her special spot from the inside and soon alternated that with moving my three thick fingers in and out a few times so the base of them stimulated the first two inches or so of her pussy where most of the nerve endings are located, then returning to caress her special spot. Most men don't realize that a significant effect of fucking a woman with a long cock is not its length, but its proportionately greater width and thickness that has the greatest effect on a pussy by stretching it laterally so the bigger cock rubs hard against that first two inches or so of nerve endings. That's what sends most women who are being fucked by a large cock into an ecstasy of climaxes. I kissed her and fingered until, still leaning back on her elbows, she arched her back practically off the countertop as she panted and gasped out an intense climax. I continued fingering her as she finally got to enjoy the waves of orgasm rolling over her body. As she started to come down, she asked me to stop fingering her since her pussy could no longer take that level of stimulation. When she finally finished coming, she raised her torso straight up and pulled me in for a passionate hug and some French kissing by way of thanks for her come. She then reached down and stroked my cock as she said, "Its time for you to fuck me with that nice sized cock and make us both come. I need to feel it stroking into me hard and deep, then finish off with fast strokes to push me over the edge." I nodded in agreement as I guided the head of my hard cock to her gaping and slick pussy entrance, and shoved it fully up her with a couple of hard thrusts. Her eyes opened wide in response to my somewhat rough thrusts. She then gave me a big grin as she said, "I like it when a man knows how to use his cock in me the way I want, and right now I need it rough and fast!" She wrapped her legs around my waist and positioned her feet on my bum cheeks to give her hips leverage to fuck me back hard when she would need to later on. My hands naturally went around her shoulders to grip her upper back to give me leverage, along with my legs anchored firmly on the floor, to ram my hips firmly into her when it came time near the end to go into my 'fucking frenzy' of hard, deep thrusting to ensure she would go over the edge and come. Her arms came up under mine and curled up the top of my shoulders and gripped me tightly from the back like she was chinning herself. From a sexual position standpoint, this was going to be a repeat of her fucking her farmhand lover earlier, but hopefully with a much better outcome for her. Of course, that outcome depended on the hardness and performance of my cock in her pussy. But since she had an intense and satisfying come from my fingers, it would be relatively easy to get her to come again. A lot of men don't realize that the main purpose of eating or fingering a pussy to one or more climaxes during foreplay is not for their enjoyment, although making your woman come is deeply satisfying for a man on his psychological level, its main purpose is to give her that first come which makes it so much easier for her to have subsequent comes later when he is in her. That's why it is so stupid for a man to refuse to eat or finger his woman to a come during foreplay. But such men usually never learn that until she goes elsewhere for sexual satisfaction. But enough of the psycho-babble, even though it reflects reality. With our bodies finally in position to achieve the leverage required for deep cock pounding, and her thrusting of hips and arching of the back to aid her climax, we started fucking. With me horny from my long abstinence and her earlier sexual frustration, it didn't take long to reach the 'fucking frenzy' stage. Our mutual build up over many minutes was accompanied by an increasing tide of passionate panting, moaning, groaning, and gasping by her along the way. My panting, then gasping came during my minute or so of a fucking frenzy of deep and hard pounding that ended with us coming within a few seconds of each other. I gasped out my climax when I heard the unmistakable sounds of her orgasm hitting her. She rode it out with wailing and gasping. When I came I added several deep spurts of hot cum to the residual left by her earlier lover. When we both were finally finished coming, we collapsed in each other, hanging on so we wouldn't sag onto the floor. As we held each other up, we both said how much we enjoyed it and were grateful to the other one for our pleasure. We enjoyed it so much, I asked and she insisted on me returning the following morning after the kids left for school. I did and we spent over two hours fucking, this time on the bed in their bedroom since she didn't want to use one of the kid's bedrooms. That said a lot about who was more important to her on an emotional level, but I guess after 15 or so years of marriage that's to be expected. I didn't have to include our episodes of adultery in the report to her husband since she turned out to be somewhat of a serial adulterer. Hanging around the local pub for a couple of days talking to the local regulars, I gathered enough inferences to allow me to gently interview a few local housewives with no love lost for her since it was their husbands who had been shagging her for the past several years, along with others. Between that and taking photos of her daytime visitors fucking her in her favored location, on the kitchen countertop, I had all I needed. Her husband was away on the day I departed and on my way out, I stopped for a 'quickie' that turned into an hour long fuck fest. As she kissed me goodbye, she said I was her best one and she hoped I would return some day for an encore. I actually felt bad since I was on my way to drop the hammer on her with her husband when I handed him the report in Lincoln that afternoon, which was why he was away from home that morning. I had him to thank for my departure session with his wife. But it still felt deeply satisfying knowing I had fucked another man's wife. That knowledge always gives me an extraordinary sexual high, as it does so many men who play with married women.