WET FIELDS

STEALTH

Adel was asleep. She slept like a cut banana tree. Whenever her back felt the bed sheets she would begin to snore.

But she would be awake before dawn, where we would commence our ritual. We would f**k into the morning before she would make my hot coffee. She would first serve her hot p***y.

Before we would eat our breakfast in the dining room--- she would serve breakfast in bed.

This made me think that lust was the most sublime power that moves us. Without lust this life could have come to an end a long time ago.

We were at the kitchen. She decided to sleep with us in the farm. She told us she was alone in their house in the town proper. Ador was in Iligan. It was an alibi.

It was the perfect alibi to dwell on her lust.

“I can’t get over with that night you f**k me Gteg…” she was telling me getting nearer as we sat on the chairs of the dining table.

Perhaps it was because of the beer she had consumed even before she offered me one.

The bitter beer made her confess a sweet secret.

She was reminding me of my first night in this farm house four years ago. I had thought then that it was Adel whom I f****d that dark and lustful night. I had thought it was Adel who was on top of me after pulling down my shorts and brief.

Now, she admitted it was her.

“You were the one who was on top of me first…” I sheepishly reminded her

But I briefly closed my eyes when my nostrils caught her scent.

Her scent.

The scent of a desirable woman.

A woman worthy of f*****g.

But I was fully aware then that it was wrong to desire her. She was now my sister-in law. She was the sister of my wife.

Nevertheless, my d**k was in secret delight. It was subtly responding.

“I saw what you did to Adel at the haystack…I felt horny watching you fingering her,” she admitted.

“It was a long while that I have had my last f**k. I had been without a boyfriend for some time…” she seemed to explain.

Her p***y could be compared to a parched field that evening. She caught us having s*x in the haystack. She felt her womanhood felt thirsty. She did what would quench that thirst. It was a mere one-night stand. A night of tryst wouldn’t have to complicate things.

And yet tonight, she was asking me for a repeat performance.

“We will make it a secret to Adel…” she whispered. I was beginning to be overwhelmed with desire.

“I feel so horny Greg…” she whispered.

She was telling me about the hunger gnawing at her. And I was empathizing with her.

I, too was feeling so horny watching her cringe with her lust.

She took the seat beside me and quickly kissed me. It was one torrid and passionate kiss.

Her hot breath smell of beer. But it was sweet.

Her hand was groping underneath my pajama pants. I wore no underwear beneath the evening pants.

I felt her warm hand caressing my d**k.

I likewise groped for her boobs. She was not wearing her bra.

We suck as we kissed. I would suck her upper lips as she would suck my lower lip. I suck her tongue as she would suck mine. Our tongues slithered against each other. The heat of our kiss was a fire razing our sense of reason.

Nothing else mattered at that moment but the fire of lust engulfing us. It tore into our consciousness. The urgency we felt was immense. We needed to f**k.

She disentangled herself. She got herself under the table and quickly pulled my pajama down to my knees. She toyed with my balls with the palm of her free hand, as she started licking at my hardening shaft. I gasped when she swallowed my balls one by one while fondling my shatt. The sensation was sending bolts of currents electrifying my groin.

I felt my lust going insane. It was shooting up like a wayward rocket.

I felt I seemed to urinate in her mouth. The intense heat was building in my groin.

She then gently pushed the chair I was sitting and quickly stood up. She removed her panties and put it on top of the table.

“I am wet all over my p***y…” she whispered.

To prove it, she took my hand and put it on her mound. I palmed her p***y before I inserted a finger into her glorious hole. She was dripping wet inside. And it felt slippery hot.

She pulled her night dress up to her neck and exposed her tempting pair of creamy white boobs. Her reddish n*****s were erect.

“Suck me Greg…” she ordered me shoving one of her breasts in my mouth.

She was now sitting at my lap. Our genitals were rubbing into each other. I could feel her sticky slit rubbing on my shaft while I was sucking her breasts one by one.

When she stood up a bit, it seemed my c**k had its own mind. It readily slid itself through her gaping hole.

“Greg…”

“Ohhh--- Greg.”

Her supple body writhed in sheer ecstasy.

I could feel her p***y trembled on my hard c**k.

She instinctively pushed herself down on my shaft, pulling slightly up and pushing it harder on her way down.

I found her bouncing up and down on my elongated shaft as if she was dancing to the music she was the only one hearing it.

The pleasure of her push and pull on my shaft was immense. It was a consummating ecstastic pleasure.

“Sannang…”

“Ohhhh, Sannang…”

I uttered her pet-name. It was of thanks for pleasuring me.

And the pleasure became unbearable to a point--- I needed to release.

“I’m coming…”

“I did.” She admitted.

“Twice.”

“Give me a third…”

She quickened her tempo.

She squirted. I c*m.

Her p***y was dripping with our juices.

She embraced me and hold on to me tightly. She even bit my ear as we stayed seated on the chair savoring our orgasms.

Beginning from that night, whenever Rossana was sleeping with us in the farm and Adel was deep in her sleep, we would almost certainly f**k. We would do it in the spare room where she slept. In the kitchen, inside the bathroom, or even outside the house under some moon-lit nights.

We were stealthily lovers.

In the farming village in Caranglan, I was plowing two wet fields all at once. How fortunate my plow was. Ever.

Adel was now a graduate. She was the summa c*m laude of her graduating class. We celebrated on a first-class restaurant in Laguna. Ador foot the bills. We were both mighty proud of Adel.

“There will be a party for the farmers of Caranglan…” there was that tinge of father’s pride in Ador’s voice.

“I ordered a big tarpauline so that the people in Caranglan would know that I had a daughter who graduated summa c*m laude ahead of her class.”

He was teary eyed. I could understand how he felt. It was a milestone in their lives. In his family. And I was glad that somehow, I was part of it now.

Just one week after Adel’s graduation, I got a call from Mer.

“Perhaps. You can grant the long wish of your son to have you here with us in London on his graduation,” she told me in the telephone.

To be honest, I really missed my son. He was now grown up. I missed them. I need to do something about it.

“Okay I wlll. It won’t be hard to get a tourist visa,” I promised my wife.

“I missed you so much…” I told her on the telephone.

I heard my wife’s soft chuckle at the other end.

“Prove it to me, coming here…” she said as she ended our video call.

We were at the town plaza when I saw a more than familiar face. I couldn’t forget his face. His smile and the gold tooth.

“Engineer…is it really you?” he asked narrowing his eyes.

“It is really me, Mang Usting…I’m Greg…” I assured him. I was overjoyed to see him again.

“And who’s the maiden who is with you?” he asked as he seemed to poke Adel with his curious stare.

“She is not a maiden, Mang Usting, she is my new wife…” I made it sure that I was stressing the fact that Adel is my current wife. Mang Usting met Mer and Jenny when they stayed for a brief vacation during my previous stint here in Caranglan.

“What? Oh… my goodness, you remarry and where is---” He was not able to finish his question when Lissa tapped him on his back.

“Ama, I was looking for you…” I heard Lissa telling her father.

She had her eyes wide open in surprise when she noticed me. We locked gazed briefly.

“What are you doing here Greg...? And who is she?” she asked in succession.

“I’m the wife of Greg. We live here in Caranglan…” It was Adel who quickly retorted.

The two was eyeing each other. Adel was my present. Lissa was from my past. The past should remain a past. The past was a past. What had happened could not be change.

Lissa was looking at the way Adel was holding on in my arms.

Lissa offered a hand to Adel.

“Congrats, you hooked this handsome guy…” said she with a smirk. There was a sarcasm at the end of her speech.

She seemed to be insinuating something. And Adel was quick to notice. My young wife was intelligent enough to sense that there was something between me and Lissa in the past.

“Here are my twins…” Lissa was also quick to introduce her kids. They were both boys.

One of the twins was a carbon copy of Lissa, while the other was white and was sporting a pair of blue eyes.

“Okay, see you around,” Lissa said, as she took one of her twins in her hand.

“We will be roaming the Plaza as we are just two days arriving here in Caranglan.”

“By the way, this Sunday is the birthday day of the twins. I planned to reserve a spot in a fast-food restaurant here in the town’s Plaza. It should be also a despedida since we will be flying back to Australia in Three days. I am inviting you two.” She hastened to tell us.

“I do hope you could attend. We can chat more to live back the good old days, right Greg?”

We were back in our farm house when I noticed Adel was uncharacteristically quiet. I could feel she was holding on to her thoughts.

“Hmmm… it seems my beautiful wife is onto something…” I teased. We were the only ones in the farm. Rossana was in Iligan on a business errand.

“Are they the former owners of a portion of our farm land?” she asked. I notice she was too formal and detached. I also took notice of how Adel was looking intently at Lissa’s twins.

“Yes they are,” I answered.

“I rented the house adjacent to their house when I worked here to finish my dissertation and implemented my pilot project for the local farmers.” I added.

“It looks to me, that Lissa is a bit rude. And she seems to be boastful of her twins…” quipped Adel. I tried to deduce how she made that conclusion. At that moment I could not read what was going on in her mind. I was a bit confused and concerned.

“Perhaps it is not what you think,” I tried to defend Lissa, “I guess all doting mothers are proud of their children…”

“It’s the same to me… she is boasting because she has her twins while I have none…” she said biting her lips.

“Let us not talk about Lissa… remember, we are all alone,” I pleaded.

“You look so sensual today…” I whispered. I kissed her earlobes.

Her expression suddenly changed. She bit her lower lip. There was a glint in her eyes.

“We are not expecting any visitor today…” said she as she went back to the sala and locked the door.

“Do I look sensual?” she murmured.

“Always,” said I.

She quickly removed her panties. And shoved it in my nose playfully.

“My p***y smells like a new ripened grains isn’t it?” she was giggling as she tenderly hugged me.

“Do you want to f**k me?” she asked again. She had no panties and we were alone. What could I say?

“Carry me to our bed,” she coyly requested.

I grabbed her by the waist in one arm and hold her underneath the joint of her knees with the other as she clung to me hugging my neck.

I carefully put her down at the center of our bed.

She shrieked as I parted her legs and dived on her crotch.

“Greg, I’m ticklish down there,” but she parted her legs much wider as my tongue licked her slit.

“Your p***y smells like pinipig,” I told her sniffing her mound as I licked and suck her c**t.

Pinipig are flattened young rice just like oats.

“Is it?” she teased as she grinds her hips upward as if humping my mouth.

“Yeah, and you know how I love eating pinipig soaked in fresh coconut milk,” I reminded her.

“I want to suck your d**k too, Greg,” said she. I was delightfully surprised by her request. I don’t remember we made love this way before.

We reverse our positions while lying side ways. I put my head between her legs and started eating her as I felt she was gagging as she struggled to slid my d**k inside her mouth. She was a novice in sucking d**k. Her teeth was hurting my p***s. But it was okay. No one was expected to do it perfectly the first time.

I could feel her body beginning to shiver. Her c**t began to swell and traces of milky-white juices started to drip from her glorious hole.

“Come up inside me Greg, I want your d**k inside me,” she cooed as she patted my shoulder. She was no longer sucking my d**k. She was concentrating on the pleasure my mouth was giving her p***y.

She laid her back flat against the bedsheets. She closed her eyes when I shoved my d**k into hers. She moaned and writhed not in pain but in exhilarating pleasure. She moved her hips upward as I pushed down and she kept on moving her hips against my thrusts.

“I’m coming Greg…”

“Ohhh…”

She held onto me as we swayed our hips towards each other in rhythmic tempo. She locked her legs at my pelvis as she squirted while I c*m.

“If two people who f**k, climax together, can a baby be conceived more likely?” she asked suddenly as we rested afterwards.

“There is a better chance,” I opined, “the sperm has more lee-ways specially when a woman is fertile.”

I am not well-verse in human reproduction unlike in crop production where I have a Ph D.

“I was thinking that every marriage should be blessed with at least a child.” She said.

“A woman can be compared to a rice field. What is the use of plowing the field if it cannot be planted with seeds?”

I was tongue tied hearing her uttering these words.

She was deep. And I was afraid I can’t fathom her depth.

TO BE CONTINUED.