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272 Cuckold farm 6.272 Cuckold farm 6.It had been a week or two since the folk at the farm had had that visit from the gamekeeper and his wife,Life as usual burbled on, ok there was sex, and swapping of the two wives but that now passed as normal here. The summer was plodding on, shearing passed, a hard time for Jay, and it became an unusually warm year for a change. Heat and dust took over, crops and a****ls feeling the heat, needing water constantly.Each couple had a week off, Jay and Lisa visiting his folks, and on their return Joe and Pam had a week at her last relative, an elderly and supposedly very straight-laced aunts home. Sadly, it was just to clear the old lady`s home, her having gone into a care home, dementia having her in its grip. They spent their whole week clearing the old lady`s furniture and clutter. it was a long hard week, Lisa arriving on the Thursday night with her van to collect them and the odd family air-looms they had decided to hold on too. Amongst which was a coffin shaped box that had a note with it saying that this when the time came, was for Aunties burial! Some items were useful, most were practical, but amongst it was an ancient still locked, oak roll top desk, something Joe, had always wanted one to keep his few important papers in. On one wall they had found hung a shotgun, well-oiled and well-kept, though dusty the old ladies husband having been a gamekeeper at one time. On the Friday morning after a mediocre breakfast at the café on the corner, they returned the keys to the estate agent who was handling the sale and set off homeward.Jay had had an early start to water the a****ls before the heat began, so as soon as he was back home, together the two men unloaded the old van, the desk the biggest item. Hefty and still securely closed. Having returned home things now returned to “normal” Joe took the shotgun to Oliver the gamekeeper, who snapped it up, saying it was a lovely piece and paying handsomely for it. afterwards saying that perhaps the four of them would like to come and visit the next weekend, as he wanted, too, in his words;” tup Lisa and Pam again!” Joe laughing at that, accepted, saying “that seemed to be a brilliant idea, as the two women needed `gingering up!’.”As the assembled four sat at tea that evening Joe told the `family’of Oliver`s purchasing the gun and the invitation “to `tea’ on Sunday!”for some reason the ladies seemed keen on that, and after tea while sitting watching telly, Joe again began fiddling with the lock of the old oak desk, he had collected keys, mostly found in vases round the old girl`s home, and when he had an odd moment, he kept trying every key one at a time.. On the sixteenth key, suddenly, he heard the lock click open. Up went the old roll-top and instantly coronation street lost its interest, as a massive pile of sex toys cascaded onto the floor!Some were still boxed, vibrators, dildoes, butt plugs, strap-on’s, potions, magazines, funnels, and syringes, needles, handcuffs, straps, and gags.Somewhat shocked, they stood almost open mouthed at the mounting pile disgorged from the bureau, mostly used, all expensive top of the range stuff, it took some minutes to put the contents onto the kitchen table, even with all four of them involved.Joe returned to the big slots at the rear of the desk and the two leg cupboards now released when the roll top opened, finding a set of huge hand-written diary`s, odd receipts, and a huge bound ledger, a good but old-fashioned fountain pen, three smaller albums and another much larger, very thick photo-album, the contents of which was, at a quick thumb through, instantly jaw dropping. Aunty featured strongly, beginning with black and white near sepia `n’ prints, in the small first collection, Angela dressed as a young woman, about 20 or so, a quick calculation as the lady was now 88, would seem to date the sets to about the mid to late 1950`s. the first pages as a beautifully dressed, very attractive girl, but as the pages turned, the young and demure girl became a bride, on the arm of Uncle Pedro, again in a wonderful dress, however on the very next page she was stood, holding Pedro`s arm with that bridal dress raised, held up by the best man so that her legs and knickers were showing clearly, all in a very riskay way.They turned the next page, and from there to the end of the book the clothes were removed one by one from the attractive body until the last shot was of a completely naked body bent over a table end and leaving nothing to the imagination, both men smiling broadly.Eager hands snatched up the next album, clearly marked 2 it became less riskay and more…well… simply pornographic! Aunty Angela was without doubt a sensuous lady in her heyday, in each shot dressed in revealing clothing, or naked, every-one involved sex in one form and another and with various partners, both male and occasionally female!Uncle Pedro appeared in some shots, not that many it must be said, but in each he was either attaching her to some form of restraint or simply holding her for someone else to use.As the pages turned so the years passed, and even a fool could see the theme was submission, use and outdoor sex in public places. By the third small album it was colour. The big one started with some early ones and moved on to the 70`s, it showed Angela now wearing a collar, and receiving huge black dicks or pee from a number of sources, Pedro prominent in a lot more of these shots, either holding her lead, or her mouth open as a target! Pam remarked that “no bloody wonder she`s gone potty!” adding “Pedro, her obvious master, died about 5 months before she was sectioned, she was left rudderless!”The ledger was more enlightening; written in the old girls handwriting, [copperplate as you would expect.]Page 1, gave the date of their wedding and was a solemn pledge to her husband all written in that lovely careful hand, proving it wasn’t rushed or under duress, and it said I pledge to Mr Pedro Ennis, I Angela Ennis will henceforward be your sexual canlı bahis slave till death do us part, I am yours to be shared, used, and abused solely at your discression. It was signed by her in flowing script.From page 2 it was a register meticulously kept of every tryst, every sharing, every bit of bondage, every punishment, and every sexual adventure, with names of the other folk involved, all in Pedro `s neat but simple hand, and to a format, all entries, starting typically with a date, then a simple description, of adventures or punishment`s, a line saying what it was about or for. Surprisingly the hardest punishment recorded proved to be an over the knee spanking, or to be stood in that simple cupboard like affair, much like a vertical coffin or a sentry box which they had wondered about when they had found it in the cellar of the house, it featured in some of the pictures but there was no clue till this entry about its use!December the 23rd 1967, punishment given for;`kissing the milkman without permission!’Punishment being given;25 OTK spanks and a whole night of standing in the punishment cupboard naked to contemplate! This brought forward a comment from Lisa of,” wow poor cow all that for a Christmas kiss with the ruddy milkman, what would she have got or screwing him!”other typical entries gave the date such as 15th June 1973. Shared for 1 hour; Kevin Hunt, for services to garden.! Or 12th, May. 1984.Used overnight, delivered initially in bondage to Mr & Mrs Armitage, next door. Result of Angela being in the wrong in a neighbourly dispute over the cat.They became less frequent as the years progressed, Pedro latterly had become ill for some time. Until by 2008 there was only two entries one in the April, and another in November; both with `the widow Armitage’, the only explanation being the two single words friendship and overnight!the last entry they thought rather poignantly was in Angela`s own hand; it was dated 13th January 2010 Mr Pedro Ennis passed away after a long illness. All marital promises have I hope been fulfilled to the best of my abilities and I hope to his satisfaction. It was signed Angela Ennis.Stunned the four had little to say, each in their own way amazed at the revelations.Pam took the diary`s and began reading from them sitting in her armchair the other three sat around in various poses, like c***dren being read a bedtime story. They began as a young girl, typically, unrequited crushes on teachers, stolen kisses with lads, first fumbling`s, then the momentous losing of her cherry to her cousin, odd sad bits about losing her grandmother, and an uncle, happy pieces like outings, dances, and holidays. One of which dated September 1958 was to Skegness, and had the first mention of Pedro, saying that she had met “a lad on the beach, who had taken an interest”Typical of most lovestruck girls diary`s it recorded all the nitty gritty of a progressively stronger bond, ultimately recording his visit to parents, then his proposal, and two years to the day after the initial holiday, the wedding.The entry read; became Mrs Ennis today, Pedro`s wife, happiest day of my life so far, made promises before god, then after made solemn vow to my husband to be his personal sex slave till death. Harry the best man being the first sharing, in payment for his services, to my surprise before my new husband, and in his presence. Pam quietly put the book back on the table then said she was “as horny as hell having read and seen enough for one day,” then she sank to her knees and began fumbling with Joes fly, it was the trigger to starting them all on a tumble on the cottage floor. Over the next few days, while the men were at work, Pam, and Lisa read odd bits of diary, usually as the words unfolded before them, sat each with a hand either in their own crutch or in each-others! Sex with friends, bound sex, sex with assorted men, sex with women, outdoor sex, sex with blacks, wallowing in and even drinking pee all to the order of Pedro, who had a varied and vivid imagination, and was more than happy to share and degrade his young wife. So, keen on discipline was he, that he had had a polished wooden casket constructed for the punishing of Angela, by securing her for the odd hour or occasionally overnight, stood in this locked box, unable to sit or rest. each punishment recorded by him along with her thoughts and comments on her release.The books managed to excite the two women, especially the outdoor games and the bondage sections, their two men after each working day over the next week, finding themselves in high demand.By the next Thursday it was decided it would be prudent to abstain from books or sex completely so as to “be ready” and “in the mood” for the Saturday evening with their friends.The women selected a few of the toys to take with them, a present of a giant vibrating rabbit for Julie and a few, what they described as “oddments” for themselves.They were due at the game-keepers woodland cottage at 5, so just after4pm they set off together, walking, it being a fine day both women wearing skirts, and tea shirts, each with a dark coloured bra showing distinctly through the thin white tops. Each carried a bag containing a dressing gown, Pam`s also having the toys, and Lisa`s a bottle of home made elderflower wine, which Joe described as paint stripper, being strictly a beer only man from choice! The woodlands abounded with wildlife, as they walked sun filtered through the trees, birds twittered and squarked, and the little used pathway was empty and remote as they had expected, each fell to wondering how it would be to live here so remotely. True there is a roadway to the house, but it means a trip round of a couple of miles to get to the place, Pam remarking that “when Oliver was out Julie must Feel cut off here and very lonely!” to which Pam said that, “it had been the same for her till Lisa arrived, other than being surrounded by trees, what`s the difference!”They discussed the remoteness of the home and whether bahis siteleri they would be happy living in a town or wherever, till they came in barking distance of the pretty cottage, Oliver`s dogs setting up a howl as they approached, that was better than any burglar alarm. So much so they didn’t need to ring any bell or use a knocker as within seconds Julie was on the step to greet them, her single command quietening the noisy a****ls.She led them to the rear of the cottage, where on a tidy lawn surrounded by a myriad of flower`s sat a welcoming Oliver, at a table overflowing with sandwiches and cakes under the shade of an old oak tree. They took deck chairs and were soon lazing in the late afternoon sun drinks in hand.There was a strangely marked reluctance to leap into sexual mode, or to mention the last meeting, so for a good half hour the local gossip was enough, along with the light meal of sandwiches, cakes and to Jays c***dish delight jelly and fruit. The ladies clearing away, as wasps began to home in on the sweeter things on the table.It was then Pam explained about their visit to her aunt`s place, and the contents of the roll top desk, which stirred a lot of interest and discussion, especially when referring the albums, and for some reason especially Oliver seemed keen on the bondage cum domination, which he laughingly suggested to Julie as “a good idea she might like to bear in mind!” which prompted the comment that “you have enough of your own way now my lad, don’t push your luck!” which set them all smiling. Pam presenting Julie with the rabbit as a present, and showing Oliver, the other goodies they had fetched with them to play with, handcuffs, straps, ball gags and so on. The inference being obvious.The peeing aspect of the woman`s life, interested him as well, and that was to be the trigger to the evenings fun as none of them had really thought about that discipline before. Oliver suggested that rather than an orgy perhaps they should draw lots as to partners , and discipline`s and then separate for the rest of the evening, that way there would be no pressure on anyone and the sex would be really spontaneous, this was agreed on, the only thing Joe said was that “none of the three couples should be with their own partners and that they needed to switch round next time they had a meet!” and that they “all should try something new to them if of course they could find anything new they hadn’t already experienced!” which seemed like fun and which they all laughingly agreed too.They chose by a flip of a coin by each man, on this occasion Lisa being with Oliver, Pam with Jay and of course Julie with Joe.Oliver soon had a number of slips of paper and each person was to write on two slips the discipline`s they wanted included, the two slips would then be placed in one of the two big old jars, they should he said, draw from one as it was a collection of venues and themes for each couple to play at, then meet back here later say 9pm!This they all thought a great idea and asking each woman to pick one first the games began.Lisa picked first unwrapping hers to find it said `OUTDOORS’ then each of the other ladies in turn, picked and unwrapped their locations, Pam getting `SITTING ROOM,’ and Julie `MAIN BEDROOM’, the men now drew two each from the second jar, Joe drawing first `VANILLA’ and then `ANAL’, which prompted a broad smile from Julie, who said she “had been hoping to try that for a while, Olly being just too big…!” Jay followed with `SPANKING’ and `BONDAGE’ and finally with a flourish, prompting a smile or two before Oliver drew `BONDAGE’, and `WATERSPORTS.’They each sat contemplating the draw for a moment, then Pam laughing said “ that the wine had filled her bladder big time,” and “she had not wanted to go until she knew she had not drawn water-sport`s!” , then laughing, she excused herself to use the toilet, the rest sat contemplating the games to come, Pam returning and silently collecting some items from the goody bag before taking hold of Jays hand, then quite eagerly leading him indoors like a small boy going to a party.Julie taking that as her queue stood and nodded to Joe saying she would meet him in the sitting room collecting as she went her new vibrator, then she, going upstairs to the toilet, after which she did not replace her panties, but with a knowing smile collecting an as yet untouched tube of lubricant from the bathroom cabinet.Oliver gently reached for Lisa`s hand, asking if she had any preferences as to where or how, but she said that “it was his woods, and his choice, and that she hoped he had a full bladder as hers was bursting!” his smile said it all“Take off that shirt and bra,” he chuckled “I want to see your tits again!” instinctively she glanced around, checking they were alone, then remembering the remoteness of the place began to unbutton the blouse.Her upper body was soon exposed, the slightest of breezes causing her nipples to stiffen, in the unusual outdoors and uncovered situation, feeling very riskay.The next moment Oliver stood collected the bag and taking her by the hand almost apologetically he soon had her laid on her back on the lawn, handcuffed, her hands above her head, a strap round a convenient washing line post. It was slickly done and though Lisa was compliant enough, she was left in no doubt who was in charge here. Her skirt was roughly pulled from her and the knickers she had so carefully chosen, removed without ceremony and tossed aside like rags.Oliver dropped his trousers, threw off his shirt and stood his huge tool stiffening as he gazed down at her, savouring her body and her helplessness, he knelt, his left hand opened her expectant sex, his right encased the giant phallus as he began to pass water in a strong stream, directed at Lisa`s open and receptively wet cunt, the strong stream finding her clit and battering the tender button in a hot solid rod of golden wetness. The impact immediately had the woman writhing and groaning in a way that said she would take bahis şirketleri no time at all to climax. The jet moved on, up between her breasts, her chin and then into her waiting open mouth, before returning from whence it had come, to batter that ready clitorise once more and to send her over the top in a way she just could not remember the like. The stream died, the taste of the urine salty in her mouth, his body wallowing on her nakedness, his lips on hers tasting the strange taste of his own water in her mouth as he kissed her, and he caressed her tongue with his.He slid his tool into her, the mighty weapon sliding into her body with ease, their copious slippery precum making its entry easier and less painful than she expected. In The main bedroom old Joe as befits an older lover, had taken Julie in his arms, to her surprise for a farm labourer he had been smooth and sophisticated. He was soon slipping clothing from her body in a rapid and very accomplished way. She in turn removing his as fast as a young bride on her wedding night. Naked they fell onto the divan lips welded together in a furious kiss, that told of their lust.She broke off, whispering to him that she” wanted the anal first please, as it had been so long, and her Oliver, being so big they had found it difficult and painful and they had not tried it for years!” His answer was to take the tube of lubricant from where she had thrown it on the bed and to turn the woman onto her knees, where she knelt her head buried into the soft pillows, to mask any screams, her backside raised, patiently, waiting him to anoint her puckered brown ring and mount her like some rampant a****l. She felt the lubricant drip between her cheeks, cool and slippery his rough working hands on her smooth skin, fingers trailing through the oily substance slithering over the dry puckered skin in a gentle but firmly masterful way, In the self-made isolation of her private world, her face deep in the white pillow, her sight gone and her hearing restricted, her whole senses concentrated on his touch as the firm finger sought the near virgin hole, stubby nail and finger tip began to invade the tight orifice, gently firmly the invader began to stretch her muscles, those muscles that were so used to pushing things from her body, found themselves invaded by this stubby didget , nerves that were receptive felt the pain of invasion for the first time in years, she groaned, pleasure and pain combined in this one fantastic wave of feelings. Joes finger eased back and forth, stretching opening the tight orifice, more lube was dripped, his second finger with the first slid into the woman each finger adding to the ecstasy, and the pain as they stretched and wriggled in the entrance, one second just in the entrance then thrust in a savage single stroke deep into her body, up to the knuckles, she screamed a single muffled scream of pain, the fingers withdrew, then thrust again and again the scream less shrill but just as intense. The fingers retreated, more lube dripped on the red hot membrane, and she knew what was to come, as the tip of his tool touched the violated nerves, aligning the solidly stiff prick, his arms depressing the bed on either side of her body, he grunted ready, and she braced herself, nodding into the pillow , thinking GO ON DO IT, DO IT NOW, awaiting his thrust which she knew would be either savage, or steady, but would stretch her still more than its design . she lay waiting, anticipating the inevitable pain. The invasion when it came was a steadily increasing pressure, pain like fire, as the head slid past the tight ring of muscle relentlessly stretching her, she began to sob, though whether it was from pain or joy even she could not say, fully engaged he lay on her back, resting for a second, allowing her to come to terms with the rigid tool deep in her bowel.They lay for some moments, then he began in the age-old way, to work back and forth, stroke after stroke fantastic feelings, wonderful vibrations, some reduced pain it must be said but that was acceptable and in fact welcomed as his teeth on her shoulder nibbled her skin, adding to the whole episode as his hot breath warmed her ear.She, unable to resist, began pushing back against his thrusts, tiny movements at first, then increasing in strength, till with a grunt that signalled his end, he began pumping his seed deep into her body, hot jets of warm wet fluid, each of which she felt and each of which triggered for her a massive orgasmic wave of joy, deep inside her stretching her bowel, filling her.They lay together, all movement ceased, energy gone, bodies still conjoined, they lay for minutes him still embedded plugging in the wonderful lover he had been lent by his friend.Slowly he began his withdrawal,Her ravaged body leaking seed as he rolled from her and lay beside her, her lips rapidly finding his and renewing their loving kisses. Then her head falling to his chest and they lay resting, Joe knowing he was not so young that his body would return to full working order as it once would.He wondered what his wife was up too and if it was as good for her as it had been for him.He needed not have worried, his wife and partner of many years was in the room directly below, his younger workmate Jay stood behind her while she was tied securely over a dining chair, her legs straight, her body bent over the back of the low-chair, her arms on the seat wrists secured to the front legs, a look of mixed satisfaction discomfort and joy as Jay made his hand and her seat warm by laying stroke after stroke across her ample buttocks. Her grunts of “yes, yes, yes,” showed that she was enjoying the sensations that until then she would not have dreamed of as enjoyable at all!By mutual consent they were each in the kitchen just before 9, all in high spirits, all dressed, each giving a report of there likes and dislikes of the discipline`s, of the evening, before the four set off homeward. It had been fun, and they had decided on the next date to get together. The four wandered through the woodland, homeward bound, arm in arm listening to the sounds around them and enjoying the evening air, it had been enlightening and each were wondering where life`s pathway would lead…

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