In Twenty Twenty-two, the plague was almost over, although restaurants were still going out of business. The 'Supply Chain' disrupted everyone's lives, so we had great hope for our blossoming local produce business.
In March, I contracted for a greenhouse, with me doing the site work and a local company installing it. It wasn't cheap, but I figured it would add value to the property if the garden didn't pan out.
During the ever-present rainy days here, Lan and Sandra spent hours reviewing what sold, what didn't, what people asked for, how easy things were to grow, and if they were worth planting.
With more knowledge of how things worked at those markets, they reserved spaces and planned to attend more than they had last year. It meant they had to cut back on their regular jobs or hire someone to weed, harvest, and sell. I did not want to do that, so they started looking.
I added two thousand square feet to the garden with the tractor and tiller. Hopefully, sales will increase with more products. Sandra was thrilled with the way things were going. Our sex life turned into more of a love life. We had more intimate times together than I thought possible, like newlyweds on our honeymoon.
Making love with Sandra reminded me of the way Jeannie and I made love. The significant difference was that Sandra was more open and knowledgeable about what turned us both on and her creativity. The girl had quite the imagination about positions and places to make love.
As Spring arrived, our sex-capades slowed. We worked more each day to get the garden up and running, so we were tired most evenings. Lan and Sandra working outside the home put a more considerable strain on them than it did me. I tried to make it easier for them by doing more in the greenhouse and the garden when the weather permitted.
During dinner one night, Lan mentioned Mercedes possibly helping with the work. We discussed it for about an hour, deciding to ask her if she were seriously interested. I contacted Keith, asking him to have Mercedes text or stop by when she had time. He wondered what it was about, so I told him she had hinted at working here. He said he'd give her the message when he saw her. I asked him to text her and have her text me. He mentioned he was swamped and said he would let her know. I thanked him, and that was that.
Within a couple of days, Mercedes texted me. I prefer talking, so I called her back and explained our situation. She asked if she could come out and see what was involved. Naturally, I said yes.
A few days later, Mercedes showed up with a co-worker. Tiffany was another lovely-looking redhead. Not buff like Mercedes, but fit. I guessed she was about nineteen, and I wasn't far off. She was twenty-one and just out of the fire academy. Mercedes was her mentor with the fire department and brought Tiffany along as a friend.
Lan and Sandra weren't home, so I gave them the tour and explained how our business worked and that we expected growth this Spring and Summer. We'd pay a decent wage, plus free veggies. I also told them we were looking for someone in marketing or sales to go after the food trucks. They both seemed interested in working with us. I suggested they visit one weekend when Lan and Sandra are home to discuss the jobs in more detail. We could talk about particulars and answer any questions. They were delighted with the idea and left with smiles on their faces.
I told Sandra and Lan about Mercedes and Tiffany when they got home. Lan's eyes lit up with the thought of two yummy redheads to boss around.
Two weeks later, Mercedes and Tiffany had the time to come over and discuss a possible work arrangement. Lan was impressed with both of them, flirting a bit, but not enough to scare them off.
Sandra and I could see the reactions of our recruits when Lan went a bit too far. Sandra discretely reminded Lan of our primary objective. After that, Lan was more professional.
We agreed both ladies would work on their days off when they had time. Both would help around the farm, and Tiffany would do some sales and marketing for us. Lan liked that idea because she could help Tiffany and dreamed of getting in her panties.
We had a plan, now it was up to Mother Nature to get our crops growing and the economy to get them sold.
Since we now had a greenhouse, we sowed seeds early. The weather cooperated, and we had them in the ground in mid-April. Mercedes and Tiffany were good workers, coming over as often as possible. Tiffany took a liking to Sandra mainly because Sandra didn't flirt with her. Mercedes and Lan developed a somewhat sarcastic relationship tossing barbs at each other in a playful manner. Lan had piqued an interest in Mercedes, but Mercedes didn't want to follow up on any physical acts.
I believe it was a weekend in early May that Tiffany came over to help weed and update us on any new clients. I had to help my idiot neighbor round up some cows that had wormed their way under my fence to graze in my pasture. It was close to lunch when I finished helping him get the cows back to his pasture and the electric fence back up and running. On my way back to the house, I saw Tiffany and Sandra working, talking, and talking more. I stopped to let them know I was making tuna for lunch, and if they wanted some, I'd make enough for them. They both nodded, thanking me for considering them.
I left, and the talk and work cycle repeated until they came in for lunch. The conversation at lunch was pretty much mundane. They included me in parts but continued discussing food trucks and sales pitches.
That evening, when Lan came home, she showered, changed, told us she wasn't staying for dinner and went out somewhere looking very yummy.
When Lan left and Sandra and I sat down to dinner, she started telling me about her day with Tiffany. She mentioned Tiffany finally built up the courage to ask Sandra about the relationship the three of us shared and how it came about. Sandra told her how it all began, her connection with Lan, then me, followed by the three of us. She didn't go into great detail, not wanting to freak Tiffany out. Tiffany asked questions, nodded when things made sense and didn't seem weirded out by anything. She was glad we'd found what worked for us. Tiffany asked what Sandra saw in an older man like me. She figured an older man would always like a younger woman, but she wondered what I had to offer someone as young and as nice-looking as Sandra was. Sandra told me she felt a blush run through her when Tiffany complimented her.
Sandra painted a very flattering picture of me, and Tiffany liked what she heard and understood the reasoning. When I stopped and asked if they wanted tuna for lunch, it confirmed Sandra's stories. Tiffany didn't question Lan and Sandra's relationship at all. She mentioned Lan was a hottie and could see why both Lan and Sandra got together. She told Sandra she was pretty open-minded about most things as long as two consenting adults were happy; who was she to judge? They continued talking as they worked, with Tiffany asking numerous questions.
Our conversation continued after dinner. I was there as they talked, with Sandra going into great detail about what they had said. Their conversation during the day was all Sandra wanted to discuss. I asked questions, and she answered, and we continued talking about Tiffany while washing dishes. Sandra was very bubbly; she enjoyed telling her story to Tiffany and then repeating their conversation to me.
Instead of settling on the sofa and watching a movie, we adjourned to the shower. There Sandra confessed she was feeling a little frisky. I smiled as she continued her talk about her new friend. This new part took place under the shower head as Sandra faced me working my dick into a very nice erection. Sandra's voice became a whisper as she told me how Tiffany would turn while they were working. This stretched her tee shirt to accentuate her young, firm breasts, which Sandra admitted had aroused her. Sandra said after she did that, Tiffany would smile and look at Sandra to see if she'd noticed. Sandra mentioned she felt the blushes when caught, which made Tiffany smile more, or at least she thought so. Then Tiffany would continue asking pointed questions about our sex life.
The one question that got Sandra wondering about Tiffany was about me going down on Sandra. Sandra would have fibbed a bit if I weren't good to see Tiffany's reaction. But Sandra told her I was pretty good at it.
Back in the shower, when I'd gotten a complete erection, Sandra pushed me back against the cold shower tiles. She kissed me before lowering herself to the shower floor. There, she engulfed my hardness bobbing up and down on it while playing with my scrotum.
The warm water from the shower hit my stomach and the back of Sandra's head. I looked down at her, wondering how she was breathing as she sucked, licked, and made love to my dick. If talking with Tiffany got this type of reaction out of Sandra, I'd have to figure out a way to get them together more often.
As I neared my climax, I could feel Sandra slowing down. She focused on my little head, kissing it, then slowly circling it with the tip of her tongue. That did the trick, and she swallowed all I could provide within a few seconds.
Sandra stood, looked me in the eyes, then kissed me deeply. Our tongues played as I pinched her nipples, pulling them just as she liked them. When she broke our kiss, I asked if Tiffany excited her. She blushed, nodded her head, then whispered, "Yes. Does that make me a bad girl, Ray?"
I held her tight, whispering, "Not at all. You're a very good girl, and I love you. I like seeing you like this. Tiffany is a doll, and I can see you want her. I'll try to be her tongue in you here or wherever."
