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7. Cuckold Farm.
They had been married for some years now, Joe a hard working tractor driver in his 40`s and at one time a keen sexual being, Pam his wife, mid 30`s and not quite so keen sexually, at least to start with, never starting anything sexual at all and only then because of her feelings of duty and not because of any joy in the act.
Once started and warmed up though she would “go with the flow” and would “get into the zone” as some would say and could be adventurous in her repertoire, always secretly hopeful of becoming pregnant one day she was just never the one to start the adventure off.
When they had first married and it was all new, she had allowed him to try bondage, even a spanking or two and later at his insistence they had bought a vibrator, (which now had long been suffering from flat batteries,) they still had a pair of handcuffs somewhere, and at one of his whims she had let the pairs dear old dog have a lick of her pussy which she had enjoyed, though when the dog had passed away later they had not bought another. She still had a fair figure if a pound or two overweight that had many admirers at the local village fetes and dances though she had no desire to stray from her loving hubby she was obviously flattered though she knew the local competition was mostly hard working farm wives older than herself. They had dropped into a trough of sexual indifference, getting old before their time and rubbing along together in a quiet but comfortable way...
She had always wanted c***dren but Joe had not so far managed to get her with c***d, having had both measles and mumps as a c***d they both believed he was impotent and though they had never talked about that side of their lives, he worried that any test would reveal, a weakness and spoil the life they had built together, she not wishing him to be embarrassed by the tests believing it was nature`s way so she had not brought the subject forward. Thus they had existed together for many years now, loved but, unexcitingly, comfortable, (how many of us Married souls can relate to this pair!).
It was an outside influence that changed everything; it came in the form of another farm worker, a young man, a man of Kent, and the new shepherd who moved into the other end of the semi detached cottages that served as their tithe homes.
His name was James, went by the nickname of Jay, and he had a partner when he moved in who was what I would describe as a drink on a stick, a fab shapely blonde, 5ft6 tall, legs to just under the armpits and a smile to light up the hills. Her name was Hanna, was hopeless as a homemaker, didn`t enjoy hard work or any work really and fitted in like the square peg, she quickly became bored of the remote farm and after a month or two she ran off with the village postman (a man twice her age) back to the big city.
Now Jay was about as domesticated as a caged tiger, and without a woman was like a fish on a bike, luckily he had made friends with his neighbours and slowly Pam being sorry for him had taken him under her wing, like a mother hen clucking round her chick, she provided meals, did his laundry, shopping and the like. At his request she became his paid cleaner and generally looked after his house which it must be said worked out well, she being glad of the extra money and he glad of her housekeeping skills.
Summer passed to winter, then came spring, lambing time came, and it was all hands to the pump on any farm and Joe and jay found themselves working together late one night at the lambing pen.
About midnight they were just finishing with a difficult twin birth when Pam appeared with a flask of hot soup from the house just about 400yds away she had delivered the meal before retiring, dressed in her nightdress, an old army overcoat and wellingtons.
The three sat in companiable silence on a bale in the warmth of the lambing shed, slurping the unexpectedly homemade nourishment, the newly delivered ewe stood nearby, her new offspring wobbling as they attempted to stand for the first time, Pam eyeing them with the eyes of a woman just past the stage where she believed she would ever bear c***dren, envious in a way of the ewes family.
She collected the cups, screwed the lid on the big old flask and bidding them goodnight left them to their task. They both watched as her as the darkness swallowed the woman`s shapely outline as she went on her way home.
Jay unguardedly whispered that “she is some woman,” realised what he had said and quickly added “Joe you’re a lucky man.” Joe answered “well we’ve been together now for ten years and she has never let me down, and keeps a good house but she is no Hannah,”
Jay stood for a moment, with a wry smile then replied that Hanna had been a mistake; he had “picked a wrongun but oh the sex!” he went on that he missed her even though she had run off and that he had found her stimulating but tiring as her sexual demands were so many and so urgent each evening he had been permanently exhausted when she had been with him.
Joe gazed wistfully at the sheep, and replied that “he had hoped Pam would have been the same when they first married and she was then, but things had dropped off nowadays,” not on his part he hastened to add but she had had no real sexual interest for years though “I did notice while Hanna was with you things improved for a while.”
This was met by a quizzical look from the young shepherd, so he went on that “each evening they had heard noises from next door, sexual noises the walls being so thin, and that had perhaps triggered some sort of response in Pam that had ‘done him a bit of good.’”
Jay coloured up a little, then events overtook them with yet another ewe needing their services. So the moment passed.
It was some hours later when the two in a lull in the large flock`s birth-rate let them make some tea in the hut that served as their shelter, that the subject again came up.
Jay asked if the thin walls of the houses had been a problem at the time he had not realised and Hanna being quite a vocal lady when ‘in the throes’ he hoped they had not disturbed the couple too badly. Joes reply shook him a bit when the older man said the sounds of sex had always turned him on and he just loved to listen and imagine, he suspected that Pam had enjoyed the noises too as she had been so receptive during that time.
Jay smiled and said he was “glad to have been of service”, however he said, his life was now a sexual desert, and the lack of younger ‘wife fodder’ in the area was causing him some worries, not to say frustration. He said he had caught himself eyeing a few of the local older wives of late and that he may have to leave this year if things didn’t improve, as he would hate to be the cause of a marital problem.
He was not specific and went on that he really was probably not the marrying type after the Hanna business but now he had ‘tasted the fruit’ he had needs like any man but more so.
Joe said he liked the lad and would be sorry if he left, a comment which Jay appreciated, then Joe ever thoughtful suggested perhaps a trip to one of the seaside towns and a prostitute would do the business. But Jay said that was just tempory and that it was some more regular answer that was needed and anyway he was always worried about diseases.
Joe said with a chuckle “I would lend you Pam but she didn’t do it enough for me never mind both of us!” that tongue in cheek remark was to trigger a whole new world for the two men though at that time neither realised the implications.
later they all three sat at Joe`s table over breakfast having been relieved by the farmers sons, when the subject of **** was on the local radio news, Jay said “he thought **** was abhorrent though he did get frustrated for the want of a woman but he would never lower himself to force.”
Pam said that “she had always been worried about that when she had been younger, not so much now her figure having gone, but it had always been in her mind.”
Jay quickly said “her figure had not gone and she was a fine figure of womanhood,” which caused her a blush and to thank him for the comment saying “you must be very frustrated to look at an old maid like me.” To which he replied “he may be frustrated but she was no old maid and any man would find her attractive”
Joe now laughed and said in a teasing way that “Jay has the hot`s for you girl, I would offer to share you but as I don’t get much now myself I doubt if you would be interested!” she laughed at his quip and smacked him playfully on the shoulder saying “he wouldn’t want this old maid after a sexy piece like Hanna, even if I were to let him!”
Jay retorted that “she was not to be too sure” and that was greeted by a strange look and the encouraging delivery of more bacon to an already heaped plate.
Before the conversation could restart the door knocker interrupted them and the new postman`s face appeared at the stable type door with the mail. The moment vanished in a flash, and the two tired men soon finished their meal and retired to bed for an hour or two of restorative sleep.
Pam however had a disturbed day, she could remember the noises those weeks ago, the grunts, and groans through the wall of a woman high on sexual energy, screaming as she climaxed, not once a night either but three or four times each evening and again in the early hours. She knew Jay had to be a sex machine, and her mind could not leave the fantasy of his body alone.
The day passed slowly the men awoke late in the afternoon, Jay feeding and exercising his dogs, then pottering around the garden till tea, not eager to spend time intruding uninvited on the couple.
Joe, sitting up in bed with his tea, Pam sitting at the bedside shareing a quiet and precious moment together during this busy and tiring season of work and sleep.
It was Joe that broke the heavy silence, “he`s a nice lad that Jay”
She nodded her agreement, and he continued that “it must be frustrated her having been such a sexual woman.”
She did not reply so he went on that “that lad fancies you my girl”
“Go on with you, an old maid like me? He won’t want my old body, will he?” the last more of a question than a statement.
He chuckled that “there was no accounting for taste” and she hit him on the shoulder again splashing hot tea from his cup onto his chest.
They both laughed at his discomfort, and then she said in a more serious voice “wouldn’t you be jealous of another man using your wife`s body?”
“Of course” he said, “but it would be a turn on as well, and as long as it was not to become serious he would probably enjoy it as much as we!”
The beverage was finished in thoughtful silence, then without a further word she rose and went down to start on the evening meal, before the men-folk returned to the night watch again. He knew the she was deep in thought about what he had said.
A couple of hours passed, Dressed now, the men ready for their nights work, they sat at the table shovelling their way through a huge meat pie, the smell of which had wafted through the house for the past hours. It was a quiet meal, each lost in their own thoughts, Joe knowing his lady and the variations in menu, read the meal as a sign of her being happy, if it was scragg end it would be time to leave home, steak pie being a sign of intense happiness, cold meat being in the ‘don’t even bother’ area way down at the other end of the spectrum and That apple pie and custard that followed filled each man to perfection and reinforced Joes suspicions that she was not as offended as he expected at the thought of him shareing her with Jay.
They relived the lads and then began their usual checks of the flock, each busy on his own jobs it was towards 9 o’clock when they managed to have a pot of tea together and a few moments of rest.
Jay asked what the extra ordinary meal was in aid of that evening, Pam`s food was good but that meal exceptional.
Joe said he agreed that it had been “a brilliant meal though it lay heavy now though he hoped they would get some more apple pie tomorrow!” he went on to say he could tell much from the meals served, and remarked that “she must have been in an exceptional mood this evening!”
They returned to their sheep, but both would keep a wary eye out for the lady with the soup each with his own reason to welcome her arrival.
Midnight arrived and so did Pam, again dressed as before her wellies squelching through the evening dew sodden grass, her military overcoat old and bunched over her best pink nightdress peeping from the coat bottom. They again sat on the bales in the warm shed, Jay opposite Pam and Joe at her side, her legs stuck forward from her seat.
As she moved to pour the soup her overcoat slid open to reveal her thin pink nightdress, the light bulb in the lambing shed revealing her shape under the thin material. Jay`s eyes quickly fixing on her unfettered breasts, she held out a cup of the hot soup, and had to cough to gain the young man’s attention. He coloured up as he realised she had caught him out.
“Have you never seen a pair of breasts before?” Pam asked, ever down to earth and revelling in his embarrassment He replied with a stammer that “he was sorry, to stare, but it had been a long time since Hanna left and he had not seen such a magnificent body for some years anyway.”
She acknowledged the compliment with a curt “Why thank you young sir” then asked if Hanna had been good in bed, and Jay sensing the mood of the moment said that “she was great, but noisy,” a fact that Pam acknowledged saying she already knew that having heard the performance most nights when she was with him, again from Jay came the redness of face.
He looked at Joe, whose features showed a broad smile, he now knew he was on a winning streak. He took her hand kissed it and was about to say more when a ewe nearby began to go into extremely noisy labour, Joe quickly went to her aid, but it was more than his field of expertise and he was forced to call Jay to assist him.
The moment had again passed, she stood and collected the empty cups, said she would speak to them both at breakfast bade them goodnight, wrapped the coat around her then disappeared into the gloom.
They stopped again at 4, over tea both hot and sweet, they drank tiredly, Joe knew that the lads mind had been reliving his view of Pam, so he said that “if she takes pity on you and you get into her bed boy it must not get serious, she`s my wife young Jay and ever-more will be, I won’t object if that`s what she wants but I don’t want to lose her.”
Jay promised that he was not in the business of destroying marriages and especially that of a friend, that he had fantasized about Pam for a many weeks now, but had not made any moves as he did not want to come between the pair.
Joe suggested that “he told Pam that and not him as she would be flattered beyond measure if she thought she was a fantasy object.
The next few hours were long and difficult, Jay having to stay on to deal with one of the ewes that was known to be a difficult birth, thus he arrived at the breakfast table some time after Joe, who was just setting off to his bed. Pam delivered a huge breakfast and lashings of tea, placing them before him like an offering to the gods with a broad smile.
He noted she was dressed still in that nightdress covered now with an old candlewick dressing-gown, his hunger took over and he began to feed.
The first hunger sated he began to drink the tea, feasting his eyes on her body as the gown swung open whenever she moved. He filled his mouth again emptying the mug, and then slid his hand round her waist under the gown pulling her to face him, not a word was said both knew without words, his face buried in her ample chest, kissing the nightdress covered flesh as he hugged her body.
Silently she pushed him away telling him to finish the meal and let Joe get off to sleep, understandingly and reluctantly he returned to his meal, as she sat regarding him with blue sparkling eyes that said that she did not want to wait either.
The meal over she suggested he go and wash up as he “stunk of sheep” and said that she “would be round to his home to tidy up in a few moments,” collecting the plates in her housewife mode.
It took a full ten minutes let out the dogs and to shower,, in his PJ`s now sitting at the kitchen table he waited for her to come as he knew she would.
The door creaked open and she stood in the doorway her body clad in that pink nightdress, her ample shape silhouetted against the morning light.
They melted into one another`s arms, there would be no expertise in this first encounter, it would be urgent brutal even, they both knew that.
Tongues entwined as he laid her back onto the old wooden table normally the centre of the farm kitchen, today it was the centre of his world.
As he dragged the nightdress up to her waist his hand spent seconds checking her hairiness then slipping his fingers into her already very wet body.
Finding her sex so wet and ready, it was the work of seconds to introduce his stiff penis to her, eager hands gripped his hips, and with just one thrust he was in to his hilt, no time for niceties, the sex was hard, thrusting and violent. She began to moan as they began to move in unison, they both knew it would not be long and in moments they began to achieve the release they so needed, together, her legs dragging him closer and her heels beating a tattoo against the backs of his legs with every thrust. With a groan He filled her with his hot seed, no attempt at with-drawl or contraception had ever crossed their minds, as they achieved that state of bliss we all love so much.
After a time her mind returned to this earth, she became aware that the table was hard and uncomfortable, his exhausted body now heavy as it lay on her, his tool still stiff though not a steely as before but still a force to be reckoned with.
He slid off her, helping her from the table, like a reprieved sacrifice from an alter, then silently led her up to his room, now they could make love, not the urgent semi **** they had just experienced, but gentle caressing lovemaking that would satisfy both of them.
It lasted a long hour, exploring her body with tongue and hand, making her more exited with every kiss, every gentle nip of his teeth, and every touch of his light fingers on her tender skin. The climax when it came was thunderous, deep, urgent and noisy. They knew that if Joe was awake he would have had to have heard the culmination of this wonderful joining of bodies.
Jay woke in the sunlight from the window, the day had passed, she had gone, his bed cold next to him said she had been gone some time, the smell from the open window wafting from the next door kitchen told him that the meal would be superb tonight, he smiled as he thought, no he hoped dearly, that Joe would get his apple pie as well.
An hour later Braised steak was served at the meal; Joe had slept well both before being awoken by the noises from next door, and after in a deep satisfying restful sleep of contentment. He sat quietly surveying the meal knowing its significance; it was magnificent, and the smile on his wife`s face was broad and sunny.
He waited to see what was for afters and was relieved to see the apple pie and the jug of custard on the drainer; she smiled at him and blew him a silent kiss.
The men soon set off to replace the lads, no words on what had happened passed between them in the house; it had not been the moment.
It was Joe that broke the awkward silence after they had relieved the two lads and they had gone, stopping Jay as he was about to set off round the pens to check the flock, “Look lad let’s not have any awkwardness between us” the older man said, “you have had my wife, you know it and I know of it, I don’t mind, in fact I am turned on by it, so if she wants you to share her that`s OK with me, as long as I get my share, and she doesn’t leave me.“
Jay said he was glad Joe had taken that attitude, that he had as he said “had Pam” and was keen to do it again, but did not want to spoil things with his workmate in any way and would not come between then, he doubted anyone could, he hoped they could all share sexually, amicably and openly as to him there lay the key, it being secretive trysts that cause problems.
Joe smiled and nodded and they went on their separate ways to check on the flock.
By midnight they were well on top of the job, when Pam arrived with the soup, To Jays disgust there was just a hint of the nightdress, though tonight there was no sign at all of her body, wrapped as it was against the chill spring air “not so many sheep in tonight so it`s not as warm in here,” she muttered, pulling her old coat round her more tightly. The three sat again on the bales, the warmth of the enclosed lambing hut just a few degrees above the outside fields,
Joe said that “she should be careful of the weather, as neither of us wants you laid up” she smiled at the subtle comment, and was about to say something as he went on that “he hated cooking for himself”
She took the double meaning comment aboard instantly, saying that “he would never `have to cook’ for himself while there was breath in her body and that she may look after jay as well but it was just because she enjoyed doing so and to save him having from having to move away and them from training a new shepherd!”
Joe was a reassured soul as he watched her retreat into the darkness that starlit night, she was a fine figure of a woman under that overcoat and she was his, heart and soul.

At breakfast in the warmth of the old kitchen the mood was more open, sexual tension filled the air as Pam delivered the full English breakfast to the hungry pair, she sat at the end of the huge table, her back to the window, her usual place, the weak sunlight backlighting her homely smile as she watched them hungrily consume the meal.
She knew they were both dog tired, so she offered to exercise the dogs, and for them “telling them to both get some rest as neither were any good to a girl in the state they were in.” Reluctantly they agreed knowing the wisdom of her words and to bed each went, Joe kissing her goodnight as he left her.
Jay appeared first at about 3 in the afternoon; she sat dozing in her favourite rocker beside the range, a picture of total contentment the young shepherd`s freshly walked dog collapsed at her feet,. The dog just raised its head to acknowledge him then collapsed back to sleep the effort just too much in the warm kitchen, boldly he walked up and kissed her full on the lips, she did not seem surprised.
His hands reached up to her breasts, fondling her through her clothing, pillows of softness, soon topped with stiff nipples that told of her need, of her desires, she wrapped her arms round his body the kiss passionate now, as his exploring fingers began to open the buttons of her blouse. To the disgust of the displaced dog they slid to the floor, eager hands opening clothes, revealing each other`s bodies, to kiss or touch, as the door to the stairs swung open and Joe appeared.
He stood regarding them for a second or two, surprised, stunned even, by the sight before him of his loving wife on the hearth rug partly undressed and clasping the prick of the young shepherd. Multiple thoughts ran through his still sleep shrouded brain, should he go rant at the blatant pair as most husbands would, having sex with his wife under his nose, No he dismissed that idea as he felt he had allowed the ball to begin to roll yesterday.
He could retreat back upstairs pretending he hadn’t seen, but that was cowardice and he was no coward, or of course he could join them...
Automatically he simply sat at his place at the table, stunned, as were they, having stopped at the sound of the door, they were still mid strip, stopped, unable to move, freeze framed like rabbits caught in headlights. They each knew the game had reached another level, no longer the intimate if open secret, here it was, full face, sex, pure simple and involving everyone directly. In the end Joe was the first to react, he grunted that “they had better get on with the job then!”
They took no telling, beginning to slowly move in unison, gently at first then with increasing passion, becoming steadily more oblivious of his gaze, as the feelings of eroticism overtook the shock of his presence.
Hands now tore at the remaining clothing, under the gaze of the older man his wife pulled her young lover onto and into her body on the rug in front of his own kitchen range, urgently encouraging the rampant young man on to ravage her, to fuck her harder, to take her in the most obscenely hard and basic way, filling her to the hilt with his meat, perhaps to simply show her husband and her lover how much she could take, perhaps with a touch of defiance, perhaps to prove something to herself, perhaps just for lust itself, who knows.
For Joe it was the most erotic moment for some years, his hand slipping automatically into his Pj’s, gripping his erect penis and stroking it hard as his wife received the stiffest and hardest screwing she had ever received, her moans goading the younger man into still harder efforts as he rammed himself deep into her sex, which was rising up from the floor to meet his every thrust.
Suddenly the climax came, bursting like a wave over the coupled pair her guts flooding with his hot seed. Her orgasms multiple and huge, she slumped flat to the rug, he d****d over her body spent and exhausted, Joe too splashing his seed over his leg in more quantity than he had remembered in many a long month.
There was a long silence, the clock on the mantle the only sound as they recovered enough to slowly return to normality if ever that was to happen again.
Jay began to withdraw and collect his clothes, hardly daring to look at Joe who was rearranging his now wet PJ` s. Pam lay looking at the both men, her body magnificent, glowing, and radiant she said “thank you” to no one particularly, as Joe rose to return upstairs, and Jay dressed collected his dog and set off for his home next door leaving her alone.
It took her a while to restore herself to her full clothed state, and composure. She began on the meal; it would not be scragg end or cold meat again this evening.





For Joe the night began well twin lambs just after they had relieved the lads, the tally for the shift`s had been neck and neck each shift keeping a record of the births for a modicum of competition, the prize at the seasons end being a firkin of ale from the Lion and Unicorn in the village paid for by old Jenkins the farmer.
The lads had won it last year, Joe having worked as partner to the previous shepherd working nights for the whole season, they had been roundly beaten. He was used to the routine now, take over at seven, and hand over at 7 am sleep all day and work all night for over a month, not conducive to a healthy sex life, and taking a strong marriage to survive for year after year.
He smiled at the afternoon`s adventure, Jay, working out at the far end of the field skinning a dead lamb, was bouncing with energy now he had a woman, even if it was Joes woman.
Joe didn’t mind, if his lady was happy why should he worry? She had promised him she would stay faithfully his and her word had always been rock solid, a bond, her marriage vows her creed.
The afternoon had not been mentioned since it happened, the evening meal had been just as it always had before this week, Each of the three avoiding the subject of sex, or more specifically the sex that had occurred that very afternoon, perhaps the telly, the news, weather and sport, while feeding the face, swilling tea and arguing with Jay as to the football, was the way to deal with it all.
The evening wore on rain began to fall always a menace at lambing, they fetched the ewes in to the shed as and when they became ready, within a few hours the new families would be moved out into the field, they would soon be hardy and in nature they were born and lived out in the open, the lambing shed was for the men to work in the dry more than the ewes.
Midnight came and she appeared as usual, old umbrella in hand, overcoat, under a plastic Macintosh, the wellies squelching through the light mud as the rain soft but wetting turned the doorways into slurry.
They sat on the three bales, as usual; the desperate look on Jays face had been replaced now by a broad smile as he remembered her warm body, the heat of the fire on his arse and the happy look on Joes face.
Suddenly he blurted out that he had had a fine afternoon and wondered, would they think he was sex mad if he was to ask if he could do it again soon. The pair began to laugh; Joe sat as he was next to her, found she was holding his hand as she sat nursing her soup, they exchanged glances, smiled at one another, then Pam said that she thought that could be arranged as he had asked so nicely and as Joe had found it all so stimulating.
Next time though she said she wanted things to be a little more comfortable than that hard floor, and Joe must be involved.
Jay coloured up a little, saying he had not thought about her comfort was it so terrible on the floor?
Her answer was that the bales in here would have been softer, to which Jays eyes flashed a surprised look, first at Joe then at her and the seed was sown, Joe turned to her and said did she mean she wanted more and now?
She answered didn’t they? There answer to that was a practical one, the stood and led her into one of the straw strewn cribs, clean fresh straw spread about a space traditionally a wattle wide by a wattle long, or about 7 feet square a secure pen where a ewe could give birth.
She removed her mack, throwing it to one side, before turning to Joe, kissing him tenderly as he removed the old smock coat he used to protect his working clothes. He began to unbutton her overcoat, beneath which he found her naked, she had come prepared.
He knew this was not normally in her character to start anything sexual, perhaps things were changing for the better, he ran his hands over her body as they slowly dropped to first there knees then to the warm inviting straw. She motioned jay to come within reach, as Joe s hands found her willing and wet sex, her hands found his fly he was soon knelt beside her head, as Joe mounted her body she took the younger mans stiffening prick into her mouth, her tongue rapidly mobile on his glan`s, as Joe began to push himself deep into her body, he was stiffer now than any time in the last year, his invasive prick forcing itself into her and retreating rapidly and tenderly, Jay soon began to fill Pam`s mouth, she swallowed the seed with relish, Joe humping at her harder with the erotic sight so close in front of his eyes, began to fill her womb with his own seed, as she began to climax, it had been short and sweet, the men-folk still dressed, and Pam still in her overcoat but they each knew it had been necessary to make Joes understand he was not to be left at the sideline. She was cold now the shed giving little warmth just shelter from the wind and rain, they stood the men doing up fly buttons, Pam wrapping the overcoat around her covering her body from the cold and the gaze of her lovers, the soup cold now she emptied the cups ever practical, donned the rain coat, erected the umbrella and without a word the taste of Jays seed still on her lips she kissed fist Jay and then more passionately Joe, leaving them both savouring the flavour and silently watching her vanish into the wet darkness.