"Good morning," I said to Bryn as I rolled over to cuddle him. "It's time to wake up, sleepy head."
Bryn's eyes fluttered open, and he gave me a sleepy smile. "Mornin'." He stretched his arms out, yawning widely. "What's the time?"
"It's time for a cuddle, and then I will go downstairs and prepare your breakfast," I responded while getting in my first kiss of the day.
Bryn rolled over, his morning wood pressing against my thigh, and before I could say another word, his mouth found my nipple through my nightshirt, his tongue swirling around it as he began to suckle gently. His hand slid down my body to caress my arse, and I felt my arousal spike at his touch. The sensation of his warm breath and the pressure of his lips on my covered, sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure through my body.
"Do I have to go to work?" he murmured against my skin, his hand stroking me more firmly now. "Can't I just stay here with you?"
"Nope, it's harvest time and there is lots to do today," I responded. "Straw bales need a home for winter and won't get from the fields to the barn without your help."
Bryn chuckled, his breath tickling my skin, and reluctantly pulled away from my nipple. He sat up, his cock standing tall and proud between his legs. "I guess you're right," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But I need to start my day with something to remember while I'm out there in the wilds of Hertfordshire."
"Well, in that case, a hearty breakfast should provide what you need," as I kicked the quilt off my body, revealing my green nightshirt. The soft material of the kaftan-like nightshirt clung to my curves, revealing more than it concealed.
Bryn's gaze travelled over me, lingering for a moment, his hunger palpable. He reached out and traced the outline of my cock with his thumb through the cotton material, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "You always look so tempting in that thing," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
I bit my bottom lip and leaned in to kiss him, his hand sliding further down to cup me fully. His touch sent a thrill through me, making me even harder. I knew that he liked the way my nightshirts made me look and feel, the way they emphasised my submission while leaving just enough to the imagination.
Years ago, when we first moved into the rural community after I inherited the farm, there had been whispers and sideways glances. Two men living together, one so obviously effeminate, had been a novelty. But Bryn had been the one to suggest the nightshirt, a subtle yet powerful symbol of our dynamic. It was something that had started as a private act between us, a way to reinforce our roles in the bedroom, but over time, it had become a part of who we were. And somehow, the community had grown to accept it, even if they didn't fully understand it.
"Go on, up you get and shower while I go downstairs," I prompted him.
Bryn sighed but nodded, his hand reluctantly releasing my cock. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded into the bathroom. The smell of minty soap followed the sound of the shower turning on. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that he was thinking about me as he washed away the sweat of the night.
In the kitchen, I busied myself cooking his breakfast. Scrambled eggs with chives and cheese, bacon and a side of toast washed down with a cup of coffee. The aroma filled the house as I listened to the steady patter of the shower upstairs. I took a moment to appreciate the quietude of the early morning, the only sounds being the sizzle of the bacon and the occasional sound that only the countryside could make.
The floorboards creaked as Bryn descended the stairs, and moments later, he emerged from the hallway, his body glistening from the shower, wearing only his usual classic white briefs. His chest was broad and hairy, tapering down to a trim waist, and his legs, muscular from months of manual labour, were sprinkled with a fine dusting of dark hair. The bulge of his morning wood in his briefs was clear, hinting at his unabated desire. He walked over to the table and sat down, his gaze never leaving mine, a silent challenge that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.
"Looks delicious," he said, reaching for a piece of toast as the smell of the crispy bacon filled the air. "But I might need a little something extra before I go."
I turned to face him, the spatula in my hand, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Bryn took a bite of toast, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yeah," he said, swallowing. "You know I love our life here. The farm, the animals, the quiet. But sometimes, I just need to feel you."
I set the spatula down, the sizzle of the bacon a distant echo in the room. Our eyes locked, and I felt the heat between us that had never truly abated despite the years that had passed. We had been together for so long that every touch, every look, held a lifetime of meaning. At the age of 55, he was still handsome, with his salt and pepper hair and the lines around his eyes that spoke of years of hard work and laughter. And though time had etched its marks on his body, I found him more attractive now than ever before.
Likewise, Bryn loved me and worshipped my body even still, my having turned 61. I delighted in the fact that we had defied expectations, and when all our friends expected our relationship to fail, we had flourished, whilst many others fell to the side. The only person who knew every detail of our lives was Colin. He had been one of those friends, whose relationship had fallen by the wayside and in a moment of love or certainly friendship, we had offered him a labourers cottage as a home when his life fell into tatters and although he had had fleeting relationships over the years, Colin remained single, destined to remain with us, having found what he was looking for.
"I'm going upstairs to get your clothes while you eat. You can't go to work like that, you know," chuckling at the thought of him being seen in his white classic-looking briefs, throwing bales of straw onto the trailer.
As I turned to leave, he grabbed my wrist gently, pulling me back towards him. "What's the rush?" he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let me enjoy the moment."
I thought about it for a moment. "Time waits for no man, including you, and you can always have me later anyway," I declared. "I'm not going anywhere, and I have the farm accounts to do while you do the hard work. Got it?"
Bryn smirked, his eyes lighting up with understanding. He knew I had my limits, but also knew when I was just teasing. He nodded and took a bite of eggs, watching me as I walked away.
I picked out his clean work clothes from the wardrobe and brought them downstairs, setting them aside on the chair next to him. Then, I grabbed my mug of coffee, the warmth of it feeling like a comforting embrace, and stepped out into the garden, determined to enjoy the weather with my first cigarette of the day, while reviewing messages on my mobile phone.
The air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the kitchen. I could hear the birds chirping, the distant sound of a tractor, and the rustle of leaves in the light breeze. It was a stark reminder of the outside world that awaited him.
Bryn finished his breakfast with a satisfied sigh, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up, the chair scraping against the wooden floor, and picked up his clothes. Walking towards me, he stepped out through the French doors from the kitchen onto the patio, pausing briefly to look at me. "You're going to make me work for it, huh?" he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
"Work for what?" I demanded, playing with him because I knew what he wanted.
"For this. It's demanding attention and refuses to go down," he said, pushing his briefs to the ground, allowing his cock to spring free, thick and hard, standing proudly in the early morning light.
"And that's my problem, is it?" as I raised an eyebrow, sipping my coffee, watching him as he strode over to me, his erection bobbing with each step. He stopped in front of me, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He reached out and took the mug from my hand, placing it on the small garden table next to me, which was still home to the bottle of lube from our previous outdoor encounter.
"You know I like to say good morning, and you know it's your problem because you just can't resist me, can you?" he murmured, pulling me up from my chair, his hands sliding around my waist. He pulled me closer, his cock pressing against my nightshirt, demanding admission. "It's not fair to leave me like this."
I couldn't resist the smouldering look in his eyes. We had been together for so long, and yet, every morning was like the first time we had ever touched. "If you insist, my love," I whispered, my resolve crumbling.
Bryn chuckled and gently guided me to the large patio table, his strong hands lifting me so that I could sit comfortably on the cool surface. My nightshirt rode up slightly, exposing my upper thighs, revealing a tantalising view of my now growing cock.
He placed a kiss on my cheek, his stubble scratching against my skin, and then leaned in, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth as his hands roamed my body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and dip as my hands clutched his buttocks.
Bryn's calloused fingers found my cock, stroking it gently as we kissed, our bodies moving in a familiar dance. The fabric of my nightshirt was no match for his determination, and it was soon pushed up to my chest, exposing me fully to the cool morning air. His thumb circled my sensitive tip, and I moaned into his mouth, my hips bucking against his hand.
The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the garden, painting our entwined bodies in shades of gold and pink. His erection, still standing tall, nudged against my thigh, leaving a trail of precum that glistened in the light. We were lost in the moment, our breaths mingling as we explored each other's bodies once again.
Bryn's hand tightened around my shaft, his strokes becoming more insistent as he kissed me with an urgency that seemed to build with every beat of my racing heart. He pushed me onto my back, the table cool against my skin, and I eagerly helped him pull my nightshirt further up my body, baring my chest and stomach to the early morning.
He hovered over me for a moment, his eyes locked on my erection, and then, with a devilish smile, he lowered his head and took me into his mouth. His warmth enveloped me as his tongue swirled around my tip, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. The sensation was exquisite, his expert touch bringing me to the brink of climax with every stroke.
My hands found his hair, threading through the strands as I guided his movements. The gentle tugging and sucking of his mouth, the soft moans he made as he took more of me in, it was a symphony of passion that resonated through every fibre of my being. The sounds of the countryside faded into the background, replaced by the wet sounds of his mouth on my cock and the ragged breaths we shared.
Bryn's eyes never left mine as he worked me with a dedication that was as much a declaration of love as it was an act of passion. I could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw desire that mirrored my own. His hand stroked the base of my cock in time with his mouth, his thumb teasing my balls in a way that had me lifting my hips off the table, begging for more.
The tension grew, my body tightening as I neared the edge. His hand moved faster, his mouth sucking harder, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I whispered his name, a plea for release that he seemed to understand, his eyes never leaving mine as he increased his pace.
With a final, deep suck, I came, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. He didn't pull away, instead swallowing every drop and continuing to kiss and lick me until my tremors subsided. His mouth was soft and gentle, his touch tender as he cleaned me up, his love for me as clear as the blue sky above us.
Bryn then gently pulled my body towards the edge of the table; the sound of the lube bottle being squeezed echoed through the quiet garden. He smeared the gel onto his cock, the sight of him preparing himself making me even more eager. He knew my body so well, knew exactly what I needed and craved, and I submitted to him as I waited for him to take me.
His eyes searched mine for permission, a silent question that didn't need to be asked. We had been doing this dance for so long that the answers were written in the very air between us. With a nod, I gave him the go-ahead, and with a grin, he positioned himself at my entrance, his tip teasing my sensitive skin.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me up as the early morning light painted our bodies. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through me as he stretched me open. Our eyes stayed locked as he moved deeper, until he was fully seated within me, our bodies joined as one.
Bryn's hips began to rock, his cock moving in a steady rhythm that had me moaning with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin was the only sound in the stillness of the morning, a primal beat that matched the racing of our hearts. His hands gripped the edge of the table, his muscles flexing with the effort as he held back, giving me time to adjust to his size.
He leaned down to kiss me, his breath warm and minty from his toothpaste. Our kisses grew more frantic as his pace quickened, his strokes deepening and becoming more urgent. I could feel him getting closer, his movements growing more erratic.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as the tension built within me. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me was intoxicating, making me feel alive in a way that nothing else ever could. The smell of him, the taste of him, the way his body felt against mine, it was all I needed to send me spiralling towards the edge.
Just as I was about to climax, I heard the sound of the garden gate opening, and I glanced over and saw Colin, his eyes widening slightly at the sight before him. He had arrived early, ready to tackle the day's work, and had walked in on us in our intimate moment. But instead of being embarrassed or stopping, he simply nodded and moved to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Bryn didn't miss a beat, his strokes never faltering as he continued to claim me, his eyes never leaving mine. It wasn't the first time Colin had stumbled upon us like this. Over the years, our boundaries had blurred, and what was once private had become a part of our shared life. We had grown comfortable with our dynamic, and the presence of our third wheel had only added to the thrill.
Colin leaned against the doorpost, his eyes on us as he took a sip of his coffee, watching with an intensity that made my cheeks flush.
Bryn's thrusts grew more forceful, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he approached his climax. I could see the desire in Colin's eyes, the way he watched us, but I also knew that this was our moment. Our love was ours alone, even if it was sometimes performed with an audience.
As the waves of pleasure crashed over me, I closed my eyes, letting myself be lost in the feeling of my climax. Yet again, my lover had brushed my prostate and had forced my body to respond as cum shot from my cock, landing on my stomach and lower chest.
The sounds of our lovemaking mingled with the clinking of Colin's spoon against his mug, a strange but familiar soundtrack to our morning ritual as Bryn orgasmed, his morning wood shooting its load inside me. Yet again, I was in heaven, and so was Bryn as he panted, his breathing heavy from his morning exercise.
When I finally opened my eyes, Colin was still there, his erection visible through his shorts. He took a final sip of his coffee before setting the cup down and walking over to us, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Looks like you two are already off to a good start," he said, his voice low and husky.
"You could say," Bryn responded. "I just had an itch that needed scratching, if you know what I mean, Colin."
"Yep, I get that. You can't have an itch go unscratched," Colin responded. "But now you've scratched it, put Steve down and let's start work. We've a lot to do today."
Bryn chuckled, pulling out of me with a wet sound that made me quiver. He kissed me once more, then turned to Colin, his cock still half-hard as he grabbed his white briefs from the ground. "Alright, alright," he said, pulling them up his legs, eventually tucking himself in. "But I'll need another round after the chores are done."
"You big brute," I teased Bryn in response.
"You two are insatiable," Colin said with a shake of his head, his own erection clear as day as I slipped off the table, the fabric of my nightshirt sticking to my skin from the combination of sweat and cum with Bryn's seed dribbling down my legs.
"By the way, Good morning, Colin," I finally greeted him, "How are you today?"
Colin's gaze lingered on us for a moment before he took a deep breath and turned to the kitchen, "I'm fine, Steve. Just fine." His tone was a mix of amusement and arousal as he adjusted himself. "It's always off-putting watching you two at it."
Bryn chuckled, stepping aside to let me sit back down. "Steve's got a keen eye for detail," he said, slapping Colin on the back. "He'll sort that out for you if you ask him nicely."
Colin rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushing slightly, but there was a glimmer of hope in his gaze. "I wouldn't object, Bryn, if he offered," looking at Bryn standing there in his white briefs.
I couldn't help but smile at Colin's reaction, knowing that our relationship was an open one with Colin. We had grown comfortable with the idea of sharing our intimate moments with him, and sometimes, the three of us would indulge in passionate encounters and in many respects, that was the secret behind our long friendship. "Well, if you're going to be a tease with that thing pushing like made for escape, you might as well allow me to sort you out," I said, standing up and smoothing down my nightshirt.
Colin blushed while Bryn chuckled at the thought that I was considering helping Colin in his hour of need.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere," Colin said, his voice thick with anticipation as he took another sip of his coffee, "and I suspect Bryn would like another coffee before starting work."
"You read my mind," Bryn said with a smirk, "I'm going to go and put on my work clothes and then we can all get to it, if you know what I mean." He winked at Colin as he turned and disappeared back into the house.
Without missing a beat, I stepped closer to Colin, reaching up to lift his t-shirt over his head. His skin was warm from the morning sun, and I couldn't help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the soft hairs and firm muscles beneath my fingertips. His eyes never left mine as I leaned in to kiss him, our tongues tangling together in a familiar dance.
As our kiss deepened, I reached for his belt, the leather feeling smooth and cold against my skin. The anticipation was palpable as I unbuckled it and pulled his shorts down, exposing the Jockey Y-Fronts that hugged his arousal. Colin's cock strained against the fabric, and I knew that he was as eager as I was to give him the release he required.
"Lie down on the table," I whispered to Colin.
Without a word, Colin complied, his eyes never leaving mine as he stepped out of his shorts. I could see the anticipation in his eyes as he lay back on the table, the morning sun casting shadows across his face, his cock straining against the fabric.
I stepped closer, reaching out to trace the outline of his erection through the underwear, feeling the heat emanating from his body. The scent of his arousal filled the air as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled his underwear down, revealing his cock to the cool morning air. It sprang free, bobbing slightly as I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him laid bare before me.
Bryn leaned against the kitchen door frame, his mug of coffee in hand, watching us with a knowing smile. He knew this dance, had seen it many times before, and loved every moment of it. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving our entwined bodies as Colin's cock grew even harder under my gaze.
I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip of Colin's cock. He gasped, his hips jerking upwards as I took him into my mouth, my hands wrapping around the base to steady him. The sound of his breath hitching in his throat was music to my ears as I began to suck and lick with a passion that had been building for years. His fingers tangled in my hair as I took him deeper, my cheeks hollowing with the effort as I worked to bring him to the brink.
Colin's breath grew ragged as my mouth moved faster, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. His hips began to move in time with my sucks, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I could feel his muscles tightening, his body preparing for the release that was approaching.
As I felt Colin's cock pulse in my mouth, I knew he was close. I sucked harder, my hand stroking his shaft in time with my mouth. With a muffled cry, he came, his cum filling my mouth as I swallowed, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.
Not wanting to miss any of his cum, I licked his cock a few more times, inserting my tongue into his slit, not wishing to miss the remaining fluid that had been released from his body. Colin lay there, overcome with the release he had just experienced as I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up to find Bryn watching us with a knowing smile, his own cock now fully hard again, his briefs doing nothing to hide the erection that was pushing against the fabric.
"That's it, boys. Personal services finished, now off to work with you," I instructed them.
Colin chuckled as he slipped his Y-Fronts and shorts back on, his cheeks still flushed with pleasure. He nodded, his eyes lingering on my semi-hard cock pushing the fabric of my nightshirt as he slipped his t-shirt back on. "Thanks, Steve. You know just what I needed."
"My pleasure," I said, winking at him, feeling the stickiness of my cum-soaked nightshirt cling to my skin. It was a reminder of the passion we had just shared.
As I watched them both get dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and love for the two men who had become such an integral part of my, our, life. Despite the occasional awkwardness that came with our arrangement, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
With one final kiss for me, Bryn slapped me on the ass as he turned to follow Colin towards the tractor shed. "I'll see you two later," he called over his shoulder. "Don't work too hard!"
As they disappeared inside, I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air against my skin. The scent of sex lingered in the garden, a heady mix of sweat and desire that was as potent as any cologne. The sun had fully risen now, casting long shadows across the dewy grass, and the sounds of the farm were beginning to build around me.
"I wonder what they would like for lunch?" I asked myself, muttering, "Perhaps, something special might be nice," and at the thought, I entered the kitchen and started to tidy up.
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