The Cucumber Chronicles 2 - Sharing is Caring (Patreon)

The next Sunday, Jim had a surprise ready for me.

He got a larger table with a new tablecloth that went all the way to the floor with extra fabric pooling the edges. I only found out when I got to our stand, which he always sets up before I arrive.

I peeked under the cloth, and another surprise waited for me: a thin mattress. He went all out for this new experience. We just had to hope for Linda to show up. But even if she didn't, I already had some fun ideas of what could happen under the table.

The day started as usual, with some early birds showing up and picking the best produce. It was cloudy, much nicer than the previous week, and the crowd in the market showed it.

A little after noon, Miriam showed up. "Mandy, Jim! It's so nice to see the both of you! Is your friend not coming to work today?" she asked.

"Yeah, she's already here, under the table, very busy," Jim lied. I could barely hold in my laughter, since he was sitting almost in the same position as he was when I was blowing him the previous week, with his legs and crotch hidden under the tablecloth.

"Oh, really? Do you think she could come out and say hi?" Miriam asked.

"I'd rather not; she's doing very important work that I can't do right now," I said, making a back-and-forth motion with my wrist, which made her gasp.

"I… I guess I'll leave you to it then, good day," she said and turned to leave; just then Linda showed up, wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top and tight denim shorts, with a handsome man holding her arm.

"Miriam! Hi! Aren't you the busy bee, keeping tabs on all neighbors!" she said with her bubbly, disarming personality shining through.

"I was just saying hi to your new patrons," Miriam replied, flustered.

"Oh, hardly. I'm just here to give them a helping hand if they let me," Linda replied. "Oh, this is Richard, my boyfriend. Rick, this is Mandy, Jim, and Miriam, but I guess Miriam was just leaving."

Miriam scoffed and walked away.

"Alright, honey, I should go. I'll drop by later. Nice to meet you, Jim and Mandy!" Rick said, and with that he was gone.

Jim and I looked at each other, surprised at the fact that she had a boyfriend after what happened last week, but we said nothing about it.

"So, patrons, what should I do today? Maybe I could take care of a cucumber so you can take a break, Mandy. Or maybe it's lunch time and I should eat a taco; either way I'm ready."

"I think it's better if we are all on the stand for a little bit. I'm sure Miriam will return soon; she should be disappointed if nothing interesting is happening," I replied.

For a while we talked about our lives while we sold our produce to an increasing crowd. We learned that she is new to the neighborhood, and we got an invite to her open house, which would happen in a couple of weeks. She also told us about Rick; apparently he's a marvelous being who lets her be herself and is always getting her out of trouble.

"Oh, yeah, he's the single best thing that has ever happened to me; he's always bailing me out," were her exact words.

As I predicted, Miriam returned less than an hour later. "I see that you're settling in…"

"I'm Linda. Nice to meet you again, Miriam. Yes, I'm fitting right in," Linda replied. "So, what brings you to our stand? Maybe you need a good cucumber in your life, or if you're into Mexican food, I could recommend a couple of places…"

Linda was getting more brazen, and I loved every second of it.

"Yes, thank you, but no, I'm not really hungry. Just checking in with my neighbors," Miriam said.

"Well, you've checked in; twice today, thank you. Maybe now you can be at ease and let us tend to our customers; it's a busy day today," Jim said. He's always had a knack for going straight to the point whenever needed.

"Don't get us wrong, we love your very casual visits, but we are really trying to run a business here. It was nice seeing you… again," I said.

"Yeah, well. I guess that's what I get for being neighborly," she replied. "I'll get out of your hair then. It was nice seeing you all." After those words she walked away.

"So, what's next?" Linda asked.

I lifted the tablecloth, and her eyes opened wide.

"Do you want to join me? I bet we could both fit under there," Linda said.

I shook my head. "We really are busier today. So, maybe you could play with that cucumber from last week for a while. Maybe later we could take a break together," I said, and Jim's face lit up.

She crawled under the table, and just when Jim was going to take his privileged seat, a few people crowded our table, and we had to tend to them. I wasn't sure what Linda was doing, but she surely could hear the noise just above her head, so I hoped she wouldn't think Jim was purposely making her wait.

After a while the crowd settled down, and Jim sat down. He put his apron to the side, and the tent in his pants was evident. But before he could scoot to the table, Rick showed up, and Jim had to cover his erection with the apron once more.

"Hey, is Linda here? She forgot to bring her water bottle. She says it gets really hot in here," Rick said.

"Oh, yeah, she just went to the toilet really quick," I replied.

Before Rick could say anything, his phone dinged. "She says to look under the table and to be careful."

Rick looked around, making sure no prying eyes would see what was under the table, and he lifted the tablecloth. The sight under it surprised us all. Linda was naked, sitting with her legs crossed and her clothes neatly folded next to her. She had the biggest smile ever.

I immediately felt a bit envious of her young, tight body; she had gorgeous toned legs, and her breasts were at least a cup size larger than mine and perkier too. Her pussy, or what little I could peek at, was clean-shaven.

"Thank you, honey! It really gets hot in here; look what I had to do to stay fresh!" Linda said, extending her arm to grab the water.

"You're something else," Rick said. He was less surprised than we were. "Try not to get caught this time, please." He didn't sound angry; he was just genuinely concerned.

He lowered the tablecloth and took a glimpse at my husband's tent and smirked.

"Has Linda told you about the open house? She mentioned she intended to invite you guys. It's actually our first house together so we're very excited. Or maybe if you guys would want to visit us some other time, but I guess you're fine with crowds anyway," Rick said.

Jim and I shared a look while we tried to decide what to answer to his insinuation. He gave us no chance to say anything anyway, since he said almost immediately, "Alright, I'll leave you to it. Thanks for taking good care of her," he said.

Linda's hand showed under the tablecloth and touched Jim's feet, making him jump in surprise.

"I guess someone is hungry for… sigh… cucumber," I said.

I leaned closer to the table and said, "Write down my number, in case you need to say something," and gave her my mobile number.

Soon enough I got a message from an unknown number: "This is Linda, reporting from under the table. I'm getting hungry; could you send some nice, fat, leaky cucumber for me to enjoy?"

Jim saw the message and tried scooting over, but I stopped him. I grabbed the largest cucumber from the table and slid it under the tablecloth. I soon got a message from Linda; it had a picture in it. She was trying to blow the cucumber, but her mouth couldn't fit it. She accompanied it with the text: "Nice, but I was thinking of something meatier."

I motioned Jim to approach the table, and he gave me a silly smile as he did. I couldn't really see what was going on under the table, but soon I got another picture. It was Linda licking my husband's cock like a lollipop with the caption "much better."

"Hello dear, can I have some tomatoes, are they ripe for today?" An elderly woman asked, she was a regular of ours. I had to put my phone down and tend to the stand, while Linda had her way with my husband's cock.

I thought he would, at some point, slide under the table, knowing our friend was naked and ready for a cock, but he stayed in his seat. Maybe the idea of getting a blowjob while people looked at him made it more exciting.

"Yes, they are perfect for eating today, how many do you want?" I replied.

"Just 4 dear, you know I cook just for myself. Hi Jim, how are you doing today? You look a little under the weather," Miss Ruth said.

Jim took a moment to reply, but eventually said, "yeah, I have a bit of a… ugh! Stomach-ache." 

"Oh, dear, you should be at home resting! Mandy, take care of your man, or someone else could start giving him the attention he's lacking from you." 

"Yes, thank you miss Ruth. But don't worry, he's being taken care of. I don't think he can complain," I replied.

"Oh, not at all. I'm just so… ugh! Happy right now," Jim said. With every grunt I saw a slight pain in his face.

"If you say so. Anyway, how much do I owe you?"

"Two dollars please. Jim will charge you," I replied.

Miss Ruth gave the money to Jim, said her goodbyes and walked away.

As soon as she was gone, Jim lifted the tablecloth and admonished Linda: "you're biting too hard!" We all laughed and Linda deepthroated Jim before he pulled the tablecloth over her head.

In the following minutes I started receiving message after message from Linda, showing me how she was giving head to my husband. I could feel my pussy throbbing and my nipples harden with every new picture.

Then the messages stopped, and I wondered what was going on.

Jim was evidently not receiving attention either, since his face was no longer one of sexual pleasure. He gave me a questioning look, and soon I got my answer. Another message from Linda arrived with a picture of a black dildo in her hand and the text, "May I?"

"Yes, but keep quiet and don't make Jim cum yet," I replied.

I showed Jim the messages and he grabbed a wireless speaker from the table and handed it to me. It started blasting music and I hoped it would be enough to drown any sounds that could come from under the table.

Then Jim was gone, lost in the pleasure that our new "assistant" was giving him.

"You're not allowed to cum, that load is for my pussy," I whispered into his ear and he smiled and nodded.

After a bit I heard whimpering from under the table and Jim had a puzzled look on his face. My phone dinged again, it was a video and I decided to watch it with Jim.

The table cloth moved up and down around his crotch and I knew Jim was being stimulated once more.

"Excuse me, are you… could you give me some limes?" A guy in his forties asked me. Even though he was talking to me, he had his gaze fixed on Jim's crotch. The motion of the tablecloth was getting a little too obvious, but Jim was too focused on himself to notice.

"Yes, of course, are these enough?" I asked, and moved in front of Jim,trying to block the view.

"Yeah, sure, here," he said, gave me a 10 dollar bill and walked away. This particular encounter actually made me nervous. It was obvious he knew what was going on, or some version of it.

When I opened the video, we saw Linda put her phone on the floor and fix the angle. She proceeded to grab Jim's cock with one hand and insert her dildo deep into her bald pussy with the other.

Her hand moved the dildo in and out fast and hard. She was biting her lips as her orgasm built. Her mouth moved, as if she were trying to scream but couldn't and then she went limp, letting go of my husband's cock and lying flat on the mattress.

I slid my hand under the tablecloth and grabbed his cock, my hand met Linda's and she moved hers away. I jerked Jim for a bit and he kissed me passionately.

Linda moved the cloth slightly up and I saw her smiling face licking my husband's cock slowly. I grabbed her head with one hand and pulled Jim's cock with the other, exposing his balls.

She got my meaning and licked them and sucked them lightly. Jim couldn't resist it and let out a loud moan. I pulled the tablecloth back over Linda's head and she sent me a couple more pics of her tending to my man's balls.

Then she sent me a text, "it's getting too hot in here, can I come out for a bit?"

I lifted the tablecloth and found her sweating profusely, but still holding on to my husband's hard cock. I figured he was a little blue balled at this point and I made a finger motion for her to come out.

She picked up her clothes and put them on quickly, that's when I noticed that she wore no underwear. As soon as she was dressed I helped her come out from under the table and, making sure no one would see, I kissed her on the lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

It was just a little moment of mischief and I said to her, "your mouth tastes like my husband's cock."

She used her finger to clean the corners of her mouth then licked it.

"Maybe next time under the table I can taste it properly, if you let me," she said with a devilish smile.

"Maybe next time under the table you'll be eating pussy instead," I replied and matched her smile.