Irene

 Irene has lived in the old farmhouse next to the small wooded area for years. Irene loved this little forest. How often did she rage as a child with the boy next door, from the shabby half-dilapidated side yard. She played hide and seek, came home late. Then to get complaints from the father.
When they were a little older, the two watched a couple who first smooched each other wildly, then fondled and when he was lying on her, the woman made strange noises as if she were in pain. When she told what she had seen at home in the evening and asked what they were doing there, she received a resounding slap in the face from her father and the ban on playing in the forest again. The boy in the neighborhood was also under house arrest and was no longer allowed to play with Irene.
Then they met secretly.
She got her first kiss from him. They were so clumsy, very timidly he grabbed her small breast. He had turned completely red. He slid his hand lower and very carefully touched her through her skirt. Irene touched his pants and when she noticed that there was a lump, she quickly pulled her hand away again. They met a few more times to kiss and touch. Until one day he moved away with his parents.
The neighboring courtyard remained empty for a long time, deteriorating more and more until the buildings were demolished at some point.
Irene's parents later leased this piece of land to keep horses on it. They built a horse farm that made good money.
Irene's husband, Peter, then pulled the "thing" really big in order to really get into debt and fall on his face with it. Peter only worked overtime to pay at least one or the other bill. Irene couldn't go on; new bills came in every day. The farm had to be sold - as soon as possible!

Interest in the farm was very low, a few people came but were not willing to pay the high price.
A very young woman came to see the yard in a VW Roadstar. The woman, Mrs. Rolper, made a nice impression, sportily dressed, slim with a large bosom. She had tied her long reddish hair in a loose braid.
Irene hoped the price wouldn't put her off. But what it looked like did not interest her at all. She was very friendly, asked a thousand questions that sometimes had nothing to do with the horse farm, but were almost intimate in a very private way. Irene was a little embarrassed, found it very presumptuous. But Irene thought of a good sale and with a bit of blush she answered all questions.
Most of all she was annoyed by the question: "Tell me, do you have a full love life, you don't exactly look like that." How does she know what my love life is like, it is written on my forehead. Yes, sex with Peter isn't very satisfying right now, he's never been right. Flower sex and only ever the same position, once a week. If he had had something to drink, it was also canceled. But she couldn't and didn't want to tell her, so she just said, "It's okay"
In the evening she told Peter about the visit to the woman and her impertinent questions.
Irene had a bad feeling and said that something could not be right. Actually, they should rather look for other interested parties and not sell them to the woman. "Who knows what she's up to."
Peter laughed and reassured Irene that she shouldn't be fooling herself into something like that, but rather be glad that she can finally get rid of the farm.
The young woman ultimately bought the riding stables.

The new owners of the farm asked Peter if his wife Irene could help them with the stable work until they had the appropriate staff. Of course, she should also be rewarded for this. Peter accepted without hesitation.
Irene was annoyed with Peter, how he could easily control her without asking her. But in the morning she went over to the two of them.
He was significantly older than her. Irene valued him at her age. He was quite handsome, very tall and slim. His thick, gray hair was cut short, the sides and neck shaved. That gave him a youthful look. His eyebrows were also very well cared for, which emphasized his beautiful dark eyes.
He greeted Irene in a very friendly and familiar manner. His handshake was warm and comfortable. She was immediately drawn to him.

The three worked together all day, mucking out the boxes. Fed the horses. Irene showed them the stables and the riding accessories. It was nice working together. Every now and then Irene saw how the two turtled together. Then they teased each other, sometimes scrambled in the straw and kissed again and again in between. Sometimes they also retreated into a stale ***** , then he kissed her more intimately and his hands slid under her blouse to gently caress her breast.
Anne tried not to look, but pleasure prevailed in her. She felt like she did with the boy next door when they watched the couple in the forest. What was his name actually? Ralf, yes Ralf, she thought of the name. Then she felt the touch of his narrow hands on her chest again and now caressed herself. No, that couldn't be! She turned away and went back to work quickly.
But when the two kissed again, Irene just had to look. As if spellbound, her eyes hung on the lovers.

In the evening Irene was having dinner with Peter. He asked her how her day was. She answered him, “Quite well, it was fed, mucked, just the daily work on the farm.” She didn't tell him anything about the incidents in between. “Well, you see, then it wasn't that bad what you always panic about. Then you can go back tomorrow. ”“ Yes, I will, ”she replied.
That evening Peter surprisingly wanted to sleep with her. Irene was immediately ready for it, her soul and body longing for touch and satisfaction. She kissed him, she wanted to kiss Peter just as deeply as the two did. But he was very surprised and asked what was going on. She asked him if they could try another position. “Don't be silly, at our age we don't need to do such experiments anymore” Age? Hello, thought Irene, I'm 43. He lay down on her as always. Irene opened her legs. He penetrated her without foreplay and then plowed away like a wild man. Irene felt a touch of climax. Then he was already shouting "Now, now" groaned and was already done. He then lay on her like a wet sack and says, "Irene, you are so good"
Irene was looking forward to the next day at work.

She worked with them for a week and enjoyed watching their love affairs every day. Sometimes she had the feeling that the two of them were waiting for her or were looking for her close.
Today Ms. Rolper invited a few men for an interview. Irene should take part. After a few conversations, they hired two of them as stable boys. Irene didn't like the looks of them, but they had good credentials and could work, that was the main thing.
Frau Rolper asked Irene if she wanted to continue working on the farm even though the two were there now. Irene was relieved when asked that. Now she was asked to help out in the kitchen.
The work in the kitchen was fun, she worked with the young woman. This had meanwhile offered her the "you". So Irene was cooking with Lena now.
The kitchen was quite spacious. But somehow it always happened that the two accidentally touched. Irene felt cold every time. Later, Mr. Rolper also joined the company. Again they turtled and teased each other. Once she annoyed him so much that he took a mug of water and poured it in her direction. But Lena was so nimble that he didn't meet her, but Irene, who stood in the way. Both came up to her and apologized to her. They dabbed on her with tea towels. He dabbed her cleavage, her breasts. Lena dried her face. She came very close to Irene, so that Irene could almost feel her lips on hers. Irene gave in to the touch and was completely confused when she was finished drying.
The kitchen seemed way too narrow now. Because now Irene was constantly being nudged. Once he had to pass her very closely, his hands accidentally slipped over her bum or Lena dropped something right next to Irene. When she picked it up, her lips brushed her arm and her hands slid up Irene. Irene enjoyed it and now often stood in the way of both of them.

Irene had the afternoon off. She went through the stable corridor because she had been asked to check the saddles before she left. She came to the tack room. She heard giggles from an empty box. She knew immediately that it was the two of them. She stepped closer and through a crack she could watch them both. They both stood there. He had opened her blouse. Lena had beautiful full breasts. He touched her tenderly with his slender fingers. Caressed her, massaged her a little harder. Nor did she leave out her nipples, which hardened with excitement. Now he caressed it with the tip of his tongue, Lena groaned with excitement.
Irene opened her blouse, touched her breasts and stroked herself. She saw how he kissed her. Then he kissed the mouth, Lena's neck, the breasts down to the navel.
Irene licked her lips.
Now he unbuttoned Lena’s pants, very slowly he pulled her pants down to keep kissing her. Lena had no panties on and Irene could see her genital area directly. Only a small triangle of red hair covered her pubic area. He kissed her there again and again. Now he took off her pants completely. He also stripped off her blouse. She unbuttoned his pants, took them off him. She stimulated him a little with her mouth. Irene pulled up her skirt, reached into her damp panties.
She saw how he put her in the straw. Once more his face was between her legs. She heard Lena moan. He had penetrated her with his tongue to give her a pleasure.
Irene was greedy, that's how she wanted to be loved.
Lena pulled him back up to her. She opened her thighs very wide. He lay down on her to penetrate deeply into her with his manhood. They both moved in time, slowly at first, then more violently. They moaned and kissed, only to come together in a wave of ecstasy.
Irene, too, had peaked. With a groan, she pulled her finger out of her panties. She tucked the blouse into her skirt and went into the tack room.

Irene stood in the saddle room, still completely dazed from her orgasm, fidgeting with the saddle strap.
Herr Rolper came into the room. Startled, she turned to him and stammered: "With, everything is fine with the saddles, Mr., Mr. Rolper"
He came upon her. Buttoned her blouse and said: "Rolper is my friend's name".
Looked deep into her eyes.
"I'm Ralf, you know that" and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.