Sandra absently shuffled the application forms around the crowded desk, pushing aside the big leather bound Farm Accounts book. Yesterday had been a hectic day for her, and she was glad to be taking it easy today. Five interviews she had conducted, starting early in the morning. Their farm was expanding so they needed another farm worker, and Sandra was in charge of selecting an applicant. Not that she minded that job. It was all part of the new arrangement she and Mike had come to about the running of the farm, several months ago. It seemed like years ago now since that day, which was a turning point in her life, when she and her husband and the two hired workers had entwined in an incredible foursome in the dairy. But that day had been the start of a whole new way of life for her, and for Mike, too, Sandra thought, feeling a little twinge of jealousy as she remembered Sheila, the new redhead who had taken Eve's place. Although part of the agreement they had reached was that her husband could have a free hand with the new student, Sandra couldn't help feeling a stab of envy at times.
Still, she was well compensated for having to share her husband with another woman.
Yes, she thought, stretching her long sinuous legs out under the desk, I've nothing to complain about! Mike had agreed to her continuing her relationship with Sam, but she found that he alone couldn't satisfy her completely and she found herself looking further afield for satiation. And of course, her neighbors were only too glad to oblige. The veterinarian's visit was due next week, and Sandra felt a tingle of appreciation tickle her groin as she recalled her last incredible bout with the vet, when he had taken her in front and Sam had fucked her anally. It seemed to her as if this was the way her life had always been, and she couldn't remember what it was like before. Her body was the boss – her desire, her passion governed her completely.
She enjoyed her husband's body more and more, too, and didn't mind that their relationship had evolved into one of convenient mutual sexual satisfaction – and nothing else. Still, it meant she could go on savoring the offerings of all her neighbors and friends.
She ran her eyes over the resumes of the applicants she had interviewed yesterday. Two in particular stood out in her mind, and she knew that the choice lay between them.
"Mmmm," she murmured, tapping her teeth with her pencil, "Pablo seems to know a lot about the job, and is certainly very handsome, but on the other hand, Bill looks as if he were hung like one of our breeding bulls…"