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It was a dark and stormy night and the rain came pitter pat down, so I said to my mate won’t you tell me a tale and this is the tale he told, “it was a dark and stormy night and the rain was lashing down, so I said to my mate why the fuck are we sitting in this cave hunched over a tiny fire trying to keep warm out on this cold drafty mountain, freezing our bollocks off…?”
Sadly, he then said, “erm, you`ve met my misses haven’t you, she`s like yours at the moment?” So, we settled down for the night… enough had been said!
We were at the time trekking up mount bloody Switzerland, here in the nation park and the weather had changed it had closed in till it was dangerous even though we were only an hour from home!
Oh please don’t get me wrong we were no silly buggers who trekked up mountains for so called ‘fun’, no way Pedro, No we were on our way home with the weeks shopping and the car went bang and stopped… so it was a case of walk 20 miles round the roadway or treck just 5 up the mountain to our homes, but it had come on to blow a frigging Hooley!
So, we took refuge in this bloody cave, and were not in a rush to tell our ladies where we were, they, at least ere home were home and deserved to worry after their making us o for them!
The cave was at least was dry and we had plenty of wood, (as we see to that as wardens it being one of our emergency mountain safe havens for just such an occasion.)
We are park wardens by the way, me, and my mate Stanley, hence we live up near the top of this poxy mountain. The bit about wives well there`s a ring of truth in that just at the moment, you see Stanley and myself are in the dog house, as we were out patrolling a day or two back when we came across two maidens in distress. Anyway, we fixed up their motor and they were …well grateful, yes, I spose that`s the word. Either way neither of us realised that my misses was sat with Stanley`s up on our balcony a mile or so away with that bloody old telescope, my old uncle Ben had left us in his will and which my silly mare was demonstrating to Stans misses!
Apparently, they watched our bare arses bouncing about in the long grass with the young ladies for a considerable time… hence as a penance Stan and I were committed to shopping… each fortnight for a ruddy year and hence neither of us were particular about hurrying home!
It wasn’t that we were adulterous felon`s, or that we screwed outside the group, god knows we shag one another`s wives up here, its par for the course…no it was the time we took… apparently nowadays according to that pair it`s become wham bam thank you mam with us and them but with these two delectable young things it had taken an hour and they were jealous…
You just can`t win with bloody women can you! anyway we now were stuck so we tried to message them but the signal was diabolical on this face of the hill and our big radio in the motor had needed the thing running which it wasn’t so we couldn’t let them know before we abandoned it. So, we expected them to think the worse…
It was a long night, the ground hard and our tempers hardening! Oh, and did I mention that it was pissing down outside? So hungry and a bit moody we slept the night away. We had no food of course and nothing bar the water we carry as wardens, so it was a silent pair that packed up up our traps and as the rain had ceased, and the sun was making like it had never buggered off, we set of homewards with Stan leading, we went along in damp steamy but warm sunlight.
Naturally we expected the worse as we plodded along, a worried wife at least, but as we got to the veranda we found the pair scoffing breakfast, and a good full English at that, my old bird saying; “oh I wondered when you would get here, the motor got here last night, young Terry from the garage brought it, he found it and figured you would be walking so he fetched it for you, but couldn’t find you along the lane, so I figured you had walked up the short route!!!” she added, “I will just finish this breakfast and I will get you some tea!” Speechless, wet, bedraggled and pretty pissed off, we exchanged glances, then walked indoors and dropped our packs and stripped off! Stanley was fairly livid, his lady had not even spoken yet, she was too keen on the breakfast she was gobbling! Our cup runeth over though, when from the spare room emerged a sleepy-eyed Terry, from the garage, saying he had not fancied the drive back with the mist closing in as it had and who managed to phone his wife and stayed here the night. He explaining that, “He would take the bust motor to his garage today, but he didn’t fancy unloading it last night in the rain and coming back to reloading it today!”
He said he had been here since 8pm so he must have come on our patrol 4x4 just after we left the blasted thing, in fact he said it was still warm!
Terry was known in these parts as Terry the stud, and when it had been obvious to them all here that we were holed up somewhere, he had probably taken what you might call “advantage” of the available talent, in the form of our two ladies… mine the brazen hussy was now cooking breakfast, without any remorse, and Stans was more repentant and had at least blushed and not met his gaze! We showered and Stans misses had ‘nipped next door for a change of duds, so now dressed in dry clothes we sat at the table where Terry was already scoffing his perfectly cooked offering, the two women fawning around him, “have another slice of toast Terry” and “would you like more tea,” while we had two plates banged down in front of us and a mug of tea splashed down with a thump! We were obviously extras today!
After Terry left, too comments of thanks from us for collecting the motor, and his reply of, “it had been a pleasure!” (I bet it had) and the sad looks from my lady and Stans waving him away, they admitted having a threesome with him, Threesome the dirty mare… though they pointed out we had screwed the young ladies only last week and this was their revenge! Again, we exchanged glances Stan and I, then as one we said, “well you can fetch your own shopping now then and were equals!”
So now we are back on good terms, my old bag nips round to Stanley now and again and his silly biddy comes here for a change, and we do have the odd foursome occasionally, oh and Stanley and I take turns to take one of them alternately to shop once a week, as a peace offering.
Terry has been back, but the ladies, have not needed his offered but politely declined charms, especially as not to rock the boat, we are ‘happy,’ content and settled as a group… my good lady tells me…forcefully!
So, if your passing Switzerland mountain, please…just keep going, as its more work for us wardens! That of course is not the case if you are an unaccompanied lady of easy virtue who fancies a bit in the long grass on the ‘hidden from a telescope side’ of the mountain, `cos you are very welcome!
It was a dark and stormy night and the rain came pitter pat down, so I said to my mate won’t you tell me a tale and this is the tale he told, “it was a dark and stormy night and the rain was lashing down, so I said to my mate why the fuck are we sitting in this cave hunched over a tiny fire trying to keep warm out on this cold drafty mountain, freezing our bollocks off…?”
Sadly, he then said, “erm, you`ve met my misses haven’t you, she`s like yours at the moment?” So, we settled down for the night… enough had been said!
We were at the time trekking up mount bloody Switzerland, here in the nation park and the weather had changed it had closed in till it was dangerous even though we were only an hour from home!
Oh please don’t get me wrong we were no silly buggers who trekked up mountains for so called ‘fun’, no way Pedro, No we were on our way home with the weeks shopping and the car went bang and stopped… so it was a case of walk 20 miles round the roadway or treck just 5 up the mountain to our homes, but it had come on to blow a frigging Hooley!
So, we took refuge in this bloody cave, and were not in a rush to tell our ladies where we were, they, at least ere home were home and deserved to worry after their making us o for them!
The cave was at least was dry and we had plenty of wood, (as we see to that as wardens it being one of our emergency mountain safe havens for just such an occasion.)
We are park wardens by the way, me, and my mate Stanley, hence we live up near the top of this poxy mountain. The bit about wives well there`s a ring of truth in that just at the moment, you see Stanley and myself are in the dog house, as we were out patrolling a day or two back when we came across two maidens in distress. Anyway, we fixed up their motor and they were …well grateful, yes, I spose that`s the word. Either way neither of us realised that my misses was sat with Stanley`s up on our balcony a mile or so away with that bloody old telescope, my old uncle Ben had left us in his will and which my silly mare was demonstrating to Stans misses!
Apparently, they watched our bare arses bouncing about in the long grass with the young ladies for a considerable time… hence as a penance Stan and I were committed to shopping… each fortnight for a ruddy year and hence neither of us were particular about hurrying home!
It wasn’t that we were adulterous felon`s, or that we screwed outside the group, god knows we shag one another`s wives up here, its par for the course…no it was the time we took… apparently nowadays according to that pair it`s become wham bam thank you mam with us and them but with these two delectable young things it had taken an hour and they were jealous…
You just can`t win with bloody women can you! anyway we now were stuck so we tried to message them but the signal was diabolical on this face of the hill and our big radio in the motor had needed the thing running which it wasn’t so we couldn’t let them know before we abandoned it. So, we expected them to think the worse…
It was a long night, the ground hard and our tempers hardening! Oh, and did I mention that it was pissing down outside? So hungry and a bit moody we slept the night away. We had no food of course and nothing bar the water we carry as wardens, so it was a silent pair that packed up up our traps and as the rain had ceased, and the sun was making like it had never buggered off, we set of homewards with Stan leading, we went along in damp steamy but warm sunlight.
Naturally we expected the worse as we plodded along, a worried wife at least, but as we got to the veranda we found the pair scoffing breakfast, and a good full English at that, my old bird saying; “oh I wondered when you would get here, the motor got here last night, young Terry from the garage brought it, he found it and figured you would be walking so he fetched it for you, but couldn’t find you along the lane, so I figured you had walked up the short route!!!” she added, “I will just finish this breakfast and I will get you some tea!” Speechless, wet, bedraggled and pretty pissed off, we exchanged glances, then walked indoors and dropped our packs and stripped off! Stanley was fairly livid, his lady had not even spoken yet, she was too keen on the breakfast she was gobbling! Our cup runeth over though, when from the spare room emerged a sleepy-eyed Terry, from the garage, saying he had not fancied the drive back with the mist closing in as it had and who managed to phone his wife and stayed here the night. He explaining that, “He would take the bust motor to his garage today, but he didn’t fancy unloading it last night in the rain and coming back to reloading it today!”
He said he had been here since 8pm so he must have come on our patrol 4x4 just after we left the blasted thing, in fact he said it was still warm!
Terry was known in these parts as Terry the stud, and when it had been obvious to them all here that we were holed up somewhere, he had probably taken what you might call “advantage” of the available talent, in the form of our two ladies… mine the brazen hussy was now cooking breakfast, without any remorse, and Stans was more repentant and had at least blushed and not met his gaze! We showered and Stans misses had ‘nipped next door for a change of duds, so now dressed in dry clothes we sat at the table where Terry was already scoffing his perfectly cooked offering, the two women fawning around him, “have another slice of toast Terry” and “would you like more tea,” while we had two plates banged down in front of us and a mug of tea splashed down with a thump! We were obviously extras today!
After Terry left, too comments of thanks from us for collecting the motor, and his reply of, “it had been a pleasure!” (I bet it had) and the sad looks from my lady and Stans waving him away, they admitted having a threesome with him, Threesome the dirty mare… though they pointed out we had screwed the young ladies only last week and this was their revenge! Again, we exchanged glances Stan and I, then as one we said, “well you can fetch your own shopping now then and were equals!”
So now we are back on good terms, my old bag nips round to Stanley now and again and his silly biddy comes here for a change, and we do have the odd foursome occasionally, oh and Stanley and I take turns to take one of them alternately to shop once a week, as a peace offering.
Terry has been back, but the ladies, have not needed his offered but politely declined charms, especially as not to rock the boat, we are ‘happy,’ content and settled as a group… my good lady tells me…forcefully!
So, if your passing Switzerland mountain, please…just keep going, as its more work for us wardens! That of course is not the case if you are an unaccompanied lady of easy virtue who fancies a bit in the long grass on the ‘hidden from a telescope side’ of the mountain, `cos you are very welcome!
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