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Cuckold Farm.

Cuckold Farm. They had been married for some years now, Joe a hard working tractor driver in his 40`sand 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 ...