The farmer's naughty wife

CHAPTER TEN

The guilt feelings grew in Judy for the next few days. She couldn't help but feel that she was wrecking her marriage, but she couldn't keep her hands off Trish and Randy. Randy was enjoying himself too much to notice that something was bothering Judy. But Trish noticed. Trish asked Judy about her pained expression a few mornings later.

"It's hard to explain, Trish," Judy said. "I'm having fun doing new things the last few days, but I feel like I'm doing Bill wrong."

"But you are enjoying the sex?" Trish asked.

"Hell yes," Judy said. "The last few days have been the most exciting for me since I came to this silly farm."

Trish laughed and kissed Judy on the cheek. Trish allowed her hand to caress the swell of Judy's ass through the tight jeans Judy was wearing.

"Stop that," Judy said. "I'll be dragging you to the bedroom."

"I wouldn't mind that," Trish said.

"I wouldn't either," Judy admitted. "But I promised Bill I'd go with him to town this morning. Maybe later."

"Later," Trish agreed.

Judy was bored to tears that day. Bill took her around to the different stores introducing her to some of the people she hadn't met. Still got tired of talking about the farm crops or answering questions about how she liked life on the farm.

The only high point in her afternoon was when Bill took her out to eat.

As she sat across from Bill, at the restaurant table, she remembered why she had married him. He was a good-looking man and he fit in any kind of company. He was strong and virile-looking, the kind of man that caused women to turn their heads and look twice at him. She was proud to have him as a husband.

She was also plagued by her guilt feelings.

"Did you like that?" Bill asked as they started home.

"Yes, Bill," she said.

"I thought you might want to get away from that farm for a while," he said. "Listen, baby, I know it's been hard on you but I promise that things will get better when we get the crops in. Ill be able to spend more time with you."

Again she felt ashamed. Why couldn't Bill be a non-caring husband instead of the kind, sympathetic man he was. It was hard to go on hurting a man like Bill.

Judy came to a decision. There was only one thing to do. She couldn't go on hurting him and yet she couldn't go on living with him. She had found a new world that Randy and Trish had just showed her glimpses of. She had to find out more. A divorce was the only answer. It would be messy but it was the only way out.

She wouldn't have to tell Bill the complete truth. She could just tell him that she bated life on the farm so much that she couldn't spend another moment there.

She was trying to think of the best way to tell him when they got back to the farm.

"Bill," she said, touching him on the arm.

"Won't you come into the house for a few minutes?"

"Make it later, honey," he said. "I've still got some stuff to do."

"But I need to talk to you," she said. "It's important."

"It'll wait," he said. "There's just too many things to do this afternoon."

She sighed as he walked across the yard toward the barn. She wondered what could be so Goddamned important that he didn't have time for her.

"Damn," she said savagely.

"Is something wrong?" Trish asked.

Judy jumped at the sound of the girl's voice. She gave Trish a hollow smile.

"Not really," Judy said. "I've decided to ask Bill for a divorce."

"Oh no," Trish said sympathetically. "I didn't realize things had gotten that bad."

"They have," Judy said.

"Well," Trish said. "I guess when you stop loving a man there's nothing much you can do."

Judy gave her a shocked look. The thought of love hadn't entered her mind. Of course she still loved Bill. She would always love him.

"Love has nothing to do with it," Judy said.

"You mean you still love him?" Trish asked.

"Yes."

"Then why in the hell are you getting a divorce?"

"I told you," Judy said. "Because I can't live with him and feel guilty. I'm having too good a time and poor Bill is working his balls off. It just doesn't seem fair."

Trish put her arm around her waist. They started walking toward the house.

"Let me get this straight. You're divorcing him because you're getting your jollies and he isn't."

"That's putting it simply," Judy said.

"Hell," Trish said. "We can do something about that. At least I can."

Judy stopped walking. That had been something else that hadn't occurred to her. Of course they could get Bill to join their games. Then she wouldn't feel as guilty.

Bill Bowers was tired. Very tired. He had spent the day doing chores that he had been putting off. He also had a lot on his mind. He was especially worried about Judy. She had been acting strange the put few days.

He had to admit that it wasn't much fun living on the farm. He tried to make it easier on her by hiring Trish. Judy had never been much of a cook.

He thought about Trish and he felt his blood get hot.

Trish was the best-looking thing he'd seen in a long time, besides Judy. He tried not to get alone with her very much because he was unsure of himself. Women had never been too much of a problem for him.

He just didn't need as much sex as other men. Judy had been keeping him well-satisfied until Trish had come along.

He almost wished he hadn't hired her. He couldn't keep his mind off those huge titties and her jiggling ass-cheeks. She never wore a bra. He often could see the pink outlines of her big nipples through the blouses she wore.

He wondered what it would be like to be in bed with her. Would she fuck like Judy?

He didn't like thinking like this. He tried to keep his mind off it.

At supper that evening he found himself looking more than usual. It was almost as if Trish was trying to show herself off. She wore a tight pants outfit that revealed the cleft of her ass-cheeks and a blouse that was so tight her big titties strained against it. "Goddamn," Bill said softly.

"Did you say something, darling?" Judy asked. "I said Goddamn."

"Any reason?"

"No," he said. "I guess I'm just tired."

"All that work," Randy interrupted. "You're working too hard. You should take a few days off and relax."

"I will," he said. "After the crops come in." He took his eyes off Trish who was bent over the sink. He needed a drink. A drink would help to relax him. He stood up from the table and stomped into the sitting room.

"He's in a bad mood," he beard Trish say. "Grumpy old bear," Judy laughed. He didn't care what they thought. He didn't want to be in the same room with Trish.

He poured himself a stiff drink and stretched out on the couch. Again his mind went to Trish. She was just such a fine looking thing. All that golden hair and the way she just walked said sex.

Sex all over.

He sipped again at his drink.

He heard her come in. He turned his head so that he could see her standing in the doorway.

"Mr. Bowers wanted me to tell you, sir," Trish said, "that she and Randy are going for a walk. They won't be back for a while."

He waved his glass at Trish. He was feeling brave again.

"How about filling this up again, Trish?" he asked.

"Sure," she said.

She took his glass. He felt an impulse to reach out and caress one warm cheek of her ass as she stood near him. He controlled himself. But he didn't control the evident lust in his eyes as she walked over to pour his drink.

"Why don't you pour yourself one?" he asked.

"Are you sure it's all right?"

"Go ahead," he said. "Enjoy it. One little drink isn't going to hurt you."

The truth was that he didn't want her to leave. He was afraid that she would hand him his glass and leave. He wanted her to stay a few minutes longer. Just a few minutes. He told himself that it was wrong, that he had a good wife and he shouldn't be thinking such thoughts. But he didn't want her to leave. He sighed in relief as she poured herself a drink.

"I really shouldn't," she said.

"Why not?"

"I get kind of mellow when I drink," she said.

"It makes me all hot and wanting to do crazy things."

She came to the couch and sat down beside him. She handed him his drink. It was strong.

"Like what?" he asked. "What does it make you feel like doing?"

"Crazy things," she said.

"What kind of crazy things?" he insisted. "Oh, you know," she said. "I laugh a lot and I get hot and I want to take off my clothes."

The conversation was getting out of hand, but he didn't want to stop it. He was having vivid pictures of Trish taking off her clothes. Of those huge titties freed from the confinement of her blouse. He could already see them jiggling.

"It makes you want to take off your clothes?"

"Yes," she said.

"Then maybe you should have a few more."

"Why, Mr. Bowers," Trish exclaimed. "What would your wife say if she beard that?"

"She's having a walk with her cousin," Bill said. "She'd never hear anything we have to say."

Trish giggled but he noticed she kept sipping at her drink. Bill knew he should get Trish out of the room very fast. Somehow he couldn't.

Trish sat down beside him and pressed her leg against his. He could feel the hot warmth of her thigh and it made him itch to get at her. He could feel the boiling in his balls, the aching of his prick as it grew hard.

This was going to have to stop. He kept telling himself but he just couldn't convince himself.

"You're just about finished," he said, eyeing her drink. "Do you want another?"

"Why, Mr. Bowers," she said. "I believe you really are trying to get me high."

"Maybe a little," he admitted.

"But you don't need to get me high to get rue to take my clothes off. All you have to do is ask."

Her face was innocent but he felt the heat stir in his body. All he had to do was ask. All he had to do was just open his mouth and she would get naked. Those huge tits would, be freed from confinement. He wanted to taste them, fondle them. He tried to gain control of himself.

"Maybe you'd better go," he said.

"If that's what you want," she said. "Like I said. All you have to do is ask."

She almost got up from the couch but he couldn't let her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her down into his lap.

"Whew," she said, reaching between them and touching the stiffness of his prick. "You have a problem."

"Yes," he admitted. "I have a problem."

"Then we'll have to do something about it," she said.

She stood up. Her hands were on the buttons of her blouse.

"Do you want to see me naked?" she asked him. He wanted to. He wanted to see her and to do other things. I wanted to sink his teeth into her luscious tits. He wanted to sink his prick into her hot box.

"Yes," he said.

She smiled and undid the buttons of her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders. She was naked beneath. He gasped as he saw those tits. They were as large and as well shaped as be had imagined.

"Come here," he said.

"But I'm not through," she protested.

"Come here, damn it," he commanded.

She looked frightened as she walked toward him. Jt turned him on even more. He pulled her back into his lap. His hands went to her titties. He rubbed them as if he had never felt titties before. He pressed the flat of his hands against them and then watched them spring out with the proud vibrancy of youthful flesh.

"Oh God," he said. "Oh God!"

"Would you like to taste them? I like for men to suck my titties."

God, did he want to suck them. He bent his bead and sucked the creamy flesh into his mouth. He loved it.

"Ummmmm," she moaned. "That's nice, Mr. Bowers. That's real nice."

He cupped her ass. They felt firm and unyielding in his hot hand. He moved his hand around to her zipper. He jerked it down and then unbuckled her tight jeans.

"Oh," she said. "What are you doing down there?"

He pulled her pants apart and pushed his hand inside. He felt the thin material of her panties and then his finger was pushing between her thighs.

"Oh," she said. "That's nice to. Oh, I like that! Oh, that feels real nice."

"Stand up," he said.

She stood up and he stripped down her jeans. He took one hungry look at her blonde thatch covered by the thin panties and then he pulled her panties down. She was naked. He pressed his hungry mouth against her blonde thatch.

"Oh, Mr. Bowers," she moaned. "Eat me. Oh, eat me!"

She was saying the things that he'd always hoped to hear from Judy but Judy had never seemed to get carried away enough to say them. Judy seemed to enjoy sex but not like this girl.

His cock was pressing against his trousers and it was hurting him. He unbuckled his trousers and pulled his zipper down. He pulled his trousers down to his knees so that his proud cock was sticking out.

He took her hand and placed it on his erection. He felt her tremble as she touched his cock.

"That's beautiful," she said. "Are you going to put it in me?"

"I damn sure am, baby," he said.

There was no doubt of that. He pushed her back against the couch and she fell. She had her legs spread and he came down on top of her. He pressed his cock against her cunt and felt her quiver.

"Oh Mr. Bowers," she moaned. "That's nice. Oh, put it in me. Stick it in me good!"

He gave a shove and his cock went all the way into her cunt. He felt it nestled in the snugness of her cunt and he didn't want to move. It felt so good!

But she was hot and she wanted him to move. She started moving her hips and he couldn't stop himself. He started slamming his thick cock deep into her as violently as he could. He loved it.

Fucking Judy was wonderful, but then so was this strange stuff.

"Oh Jesus!" he cried. "I'm not going to be able to wait. I've got to come. I've got to!"

She started moving her hips faster.

"Yes, baby," she said. "Come inside me! Fill me with your hot cum. I want to feel you squirting. I want to feel your hot cum spurting into me. Give it to me, baby!"

"Oh God yes," he cried. "Oh God yessss!"

She kept writhing against him until his cock was drained completely. He fell against her huge titties completely exhausted. She ran a hand through his hair.

"Poor Mr. Bowers," she said. "You needed that. Was I as good as your wife?"

Remembering Judy made him feel guilty. He got up and poured himself another drink. He was sipping it when Judy appeared in the doorway. He had not heard her came in.

"What the hell is going on here!"

Bill looked down at his naked prick hanging limp against his leg. He couldn't think of anything to say. It was obvious what had been going on.