Kevin waited a couple of weeks before he contacted Mark. They arranged a time for him to visit the farm, which was about an hour outside of town. Further than he'd normally go for a job, but Mark represented a large dollar contract, and could lead to more in that same bracket, just as his job with Josh had led to several other projects with local homes. He was doing all right and even thought that he might need to hire some help. He thought about that, as he turned into the long driveway, passing several pastures that were occupied with horses and goats, he could see the house up ahead at the end of the drive. A white farmhouse with verandahs on the first and second floors that wrapped the building. He could see several barns, or at least outbuildings, and a few of the pastures closer to the house appeared to be overgrown. He followed the driveway around to a small parking pad off the right of the main house. The pad was near a shed, rather a large garage, that held farm vehicles: a pickup truck, a flat-bed vehicle, two golf carts plus a tractor.
Mark was waiting for him, on the steps of the house, his wife was beside him. She was a buxom blonde, and even though it wasn't Kevin's preference, he had to admit she had a fine form, evident even in her farm work clothes which consisted of a plaid jacket and baggy jeans. Still under all of that, that form just shone through. There was a smudge of dirt on her forehead and her hair was slightly out of place. Mark wore track pants that ended above his ankles and a tee that hugged his form like a second skin. It was late summer but still unusually hot. Kevin parked and got out of the truck, he strode towards the steps and Mark and his wife came down the half-dozen steps to meet him.
Mark shook his hand, then surprisingly pulled him into a hug. Kevin was dressed as he usually did for work, a sleeveless tank, khaki shorts, and his trusty blundstones. His skin was sweaty, from the heat of the drive, and Mark caressed his shoulders during the hug. He whispered in Kevin's ear, "You smell great."
He released Kevin and stepped back, "Kevin, this is my wife, Dee. Dee, this is that amazing gardener that did such wonderful work for Josh. I thought he could help with the secret garden project."
"Nice to meet you," she offered and extended her hand, long black nails tipped her fingers, which were a bit incongruous given that she clearly worked the farm and was not afraid to get herself dirty.
"Nice to meet you as well," he replied.
"Can we get you a drink? Water, Tea or maybe a lemonade," she offered
"Some sweet tea would be perfect, actually, if you have it" he answered.
It was Mark that excused himself to get the tea. "Honey, why don't you walk him down to the project site and I'll bring the tea." Mark instructed as he headed into the house.
She took his arm, as they walked across the yard to one of the outbuildings which was an old barn with two large pastures behind it, both overgrown.
"He's right, you know," she leaned into him, "You do smell great."
Her eyes sparkled up at him, as she leaned into him. They bypassed the barn and went right to the pasture areas; the two sections were separated currently by post and rail fencing. And, as he had noticed on the drive in, they were weedy and overgrown.
"These two fields are what we'd like you to work on." She swept her hand around encompassing the two pasture areas, "There'll need to be some buildings in each field and then we'll be renovating the barn. Most of the buildings are going to be used for sexual play."
"I don't think I would be much help on designing rooms for sexual play, but I could be a hand at the labour for construction of the buildings, if you need it, but you'd have to provide the designs and the materials. As for the two garden spaces, what did you have in mind?" he asked.
"We already have the designs, we've been working on them since we bought this place a few years ago," she smiled, "and we'd appreciate the labour help, it's why we haven't started we've been short-handed. We, also, want to keep this as in-house as we can and since you've been in my husband, and he in you, I don't think we can get more inside than that." She laughed at the look on his face. "Now don't you worry, I know all about his adventures, we share everything, and almost everyone." She said as she patted his arm.
"Everyone?" he asked, looking at her.
"Well, whenever we can, for sure. We're both sexual people, and we have few limits. Sometimes I'll join him and sometimes I just like to watch him as he's being used or using another man or woman. And he's the same." She'd kept them walking up to the pasture and as they reached it, she opened the pasture gate and walked them through and out into the field. Grasses and weeds grew waist high in places. Wildflowers covered sections of both fields.
"In this field, imagine, the gate we just walked through, replaced with a tall arch of lattice, covered with Jasmine vines, the scent flooding your senses as it's leading you into the space in front of you. There will be another entrance from the barn, we'll have sliding glass panels there which will create an indoor/outdoor space.
Just then Mark returned with the three tall plastic tumblers of iced tea, each with a lid and straw, condensation already formed on the sides. He held them out and Kevin and Dee both took a tumbler from his hands.
