The Farmer’s Young Wife

“What now!” Danny cursed, hearing his car engine cough, then fail altogether. He looked at the gas gauge. It read empty. Why here, out in the middle of nowhere? He got out of his car, searching the horizon for signs of civilization. Nothing. He was about to give up when a shiny reflection caught his attention. Holding onto the roof, he climbed onto the front seat, hoping for a better look. Yes! Off in the distance he spotted a farmhouse! Hallelujah. Civilization. Retrieving his tote bag from the trunk, he started on what looked like it at least a mile’s trek.

The hot day had his brow dripping before he’d traveled even halfway. By the time he finally reached the farmhouse, his shirt was soaked with sweat.

Walking to the front door, he knocked. An attractive young woman answered. “Yes?” she asked, giving him the once-over, her eyes hinting of interest.

“I’m sorry, but my car ran out of gas. I was wondering if I could use your phone to call a tow truck.

“My husband’s Amish. He doesn’t believe in modern conveniences like telephones.”

“You don’t either?”

“I do. But I wasn’t raised Amish. That said, I don't have one either.”

An elderly man appeared in the doorway beside her. “What do you want, young fella?”

“His car ran out of gas," the woman answered.

“Sorry, son, got none to spare. I need it for my tractor.” Then, sounding more sympathetic, he added. “Tell you what. I’m heading over Baker City way to help my brother sow wheat. You could ride along if you’d like. He owns a car. Maybe once we have his crop cut, we could return with a couple of gallons of gas.”

“I’d appreciate that very much, sir.”

“Husband dear,” the woman said. “You always work with Joseph until it gets dark and don't come home until morning. This poor man looks exhausted. Can’t he stay and rest in the Hand’s shed 'til your return?”

Gods! This young filly is this geezer’s wife? She looked to be in her early twenties at most, maybe slightly younger than him. Olaf looked old enough to be her father—or grandfather for that matter.

Olaf gave Danny the once-over. “I suppose you’re right. You good with that, young fella?”
It was either ride with him and sit and kill time watching farmers cut hay, or stay here with the guy’s young filly wife? An easy choice if ever there was one. “I could use the rest if you don’t mind?”

“So be it.”

The situation sounded like a plotline out of some dirty joke. He, a traveling salesman, about to spend an evening with a farmer’s young wife. He gave the young woman a quick once-over. What the hell? I mean, spend a night alone with this young filly? Who was he to complain?

Within the hour, Olaf departed—in a horse-drawn buggy. As he rode away, the young woman offered her hand. “Hi. I’m MaeBell.”

“Danny here,” he said, shaking it.

“If you’ve been driving long, you’re likely hungry. Oh! And there's no sense in you sleeping in that cold old bunkhouse. It’s freezing out there. Go put your things in our guest room,” she said, gesturing toward a back room. Then let's go to the store and buy us dinner fixin’s?” The flirty look she gave had him thinking maybe young MaeBell wasn’t quite the bible thumper her hubby was.

He looked around. “Didn’t your husband just leave with your buggy?”

She laughed. “He did. But we have a small gas-powered cart, the kind golfers use. It works great for getting around on the farm. Come with me and choose what you want to eat.”

Ten minutes later, they were putting along in a golf cart, heading for the local store. No sooner had they stepped inside, than he spotted a movie rack. “I don’t suppose you folks own a DVD player and a TV, do you? Or is that too newfangled for Olaf?”

She laughed. “As a matter of fact, we do. It’s Olaf’s one modern vice. That and the golf cart. We watch pre-recorded prayer meetings on it.”

“Just prayer meetings? Nothing else? Not even an occasional movie?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Nothing else.”

“Then it’s high time you learned what else you can watch.”

While she set about shopping, Danny looked over the store’s movie offerings. One had XXX across the bottom of its cover. What the hell? With Olaf gone for the night, maybe it was time to expand young MaeBell’s horizons. He laughed. An old farmer. His flirtatious young wife. An X-rated movie. Yes, it most definitely sounded like a worn-out movie plot. Grabbing what looked to be a sappy romance movie, he took both DVDs to the cashier while MaeBell finished grocery shopping.

Once home, MaeBell proved herself a great cook. She flirted outrageously with him throughout their meal, making him wonder how long it had been since she last interacted with a male close to her own age. Done eating, he asked, “I’m terribly gritty. Any chance I could shower before we watch our movies?”

“Sure thing. It’s the last room on the right. I’ll clean the dishes while you clean body,” she said, winking. Yes, very flirtatious.

Stripping, he stepped into the shower. Lathering, he washed off all the grit he’d accumulated during his long walk. Done, he stepped out of the shower. Only then did he realize the bathroom had no towels. Nothing to dry off with. “MaeBell,” he hollered, “any chance you could bring me a towel?”

“Be right there,” she hollered.

Seconds later, she opened the door and stepped inside. Discovering him standing there naked, her eyes went wide, then flitted down to his exposed cock, her face turning a bright red. “Here,” she said, looking away as she handed him the towel. But not before he saw the glint in her eyes; one hinting of more than casual interest. He decided it was a situation worth exploring.

“Since you’re already here,” he said, turning his back to her, “any chance you could dry off my back?”

“I… uh…” she stammered. “I guess I could.”

Trembling hands were soon drying his shoulders, then working the towel down his back.
Having her caressing his bare flesh quickly had his cock swelling. Reaching the bottom of his back, she stopped. Was she checking out his ass? “Keep going,” he encouraged.

“I don’t think that would be proper,” she said, a frog in her throat.

So be it. He’d tried. “That’s all right, I can take it from here,” he said, turning to face her, putting his erection on full display.

Her gaze dropped to his cock, her face burning a bright red. After staring at it far longer than was proper, she scurried out of the room.

After drying himself off, he went to the guest room, put on his PJ’s, then returned to the living room. Seeing her gaze flit over his body reminded him of the look on her face when she'd stared at his erection. “Why don’t you put your pajamas on, too, then watch our movies.”

Blushing, she left the room, returning minutes later wearing a bathrobe. Judging from the amount of leg showing below it, she didn’t have much on underneath. Sitting side-by-side on the couch, they watched what turned out to be a very corny romance movie. Save for a couple of hot make out scenes, it was fairly tame.

Once it finally finished, he decided it was time to make his move on this little filly. Walking over to the DVD player, he switched to the other movie, then returned to sit beside her again.
"I should forewarn you; this movie is a little different. Off the beaten path, so to speak. Here's hoping you’ll at least give it a chance before giving up on it," he said, pressing start on the remote.

It began with a couple sitting side-by-side on a couch watching a movie, very much like the two of them were. The movie had hardly begun when the man started caressing the woman’s neck. Slowly working his hand inside her robe, he slid the material off the woman's shoulder, revealing the swell of a naked breast. Although taking a sharp breath, MaeBell said nothing, continuing to sit rigidly watching.

The movie man began kissing the woman’s neck, slowly working his lips down her chest. Off her shoulders fell movie woman’s robe, exposing two naked breasts. Tensing, MaeBell's gaze remained riveted on the scene unfolding before them. Her mouth dropped opened when the man leaned down and closed his lips around one of her nipples. "Ohmygawd!" she blurted. "Look what she just let him do!" Danny found it interesting that she placed responsibility for what was taking place on the woman, not the guy.

Taking this as a cue, Danny leaned over and kissed MaeBell’s neck much as the man had done. When she didn't react, he pulled her robe off her shoulders and started kissing her shoulder. Instead of pushing him away, she looked down, watching as his lips work their way down her heaving chest. Having received no resistance, he asked, “Do you and Olaf have sex very often?”

Blushing, she looked back up at the TV. “We did at first," she said, her chest heaving, 'hoping to get him a son to inherit this place. But when the doctor told him his sperm wasn’t viable, we stopped trying.”

He dragged her robe down to her waist. Whereas the movie woman was naked beneath hers, Maebelle was wearing pajamas. Made of silk, they adhered to her figure so tightly her nipples could be seen poking out the material. The sexy outfit was the last thing he’d expect to find the wife of a Jesus-freak wearing. “So, was the sex good?”

She was clearly unnerved by where their conversation was leading. Clearing her throat, she stammered, “I wouldn't know. I've nothing to compare it to.”

Since, so far, she'd done nothing to impede his efforts, he slipped her pajamas off one breast. “Maybe we should do something about that?" he said, capturing a nipple between his lips.

Gasping, she tipped her head back and closed her eyes. “You shouldn’t do that!” she protested, albeit without making the slightest effort to push him away. Encouraged, he lifted her garment up and off her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. Again, her only resistance was to offer a pathetic, “This is wrong.”

“Why? We're simply mimicking what they're doing in the movie. Besides, look at how excited it’s making me,” he said, dragging her hand down to the now rock-hard cock jutting out the fly of his pajamas; the one her eyes had feasted on earlier.

Wrapping her fingers around it, she whispered, “So, so wrong.”

He looked up. TV woman was stroking her man's cock. "Tell me, Maebell, do you think the couple in the movie are being naughty?"

"Most definitely!" she said, her hand stroking his cock ala TV woman's.

"Have you ever done anything naughty like that?"

"Olaf says to do so would be sinful."

"Olaf is old. You're young and inexperienced. Who knows? You might like misbehaving. How can you know unless you give naughty a try, sort of like the TV woman's doing now.”

It was true; TV girl was no longer stroking the man’s swollen cock. Having bent down, she was licking his erection. Pulling down his pajama bottoms down and off his legs, Danny said, “Why don’t you try that?” as he pressed down on the back of MaeBell’s head.

"I can't. Doing so would be a sin in God’s eyes,” she said, albeit offered no resistance as he pressed her face down to his lap.

“Are you saying sex for pleasure is wrong?”

“Olaf says it's for making babies only.”

“You keep saying, 'Olaf says, Olaf says...' I say Olaf preaches nonsense. Lick my cock like that woman's doing and I’ll prove it to you,” he said, pressing his cock against her lips.

“No-o-o, I can't,” she complained. But despite her protest, she started licking it.

“M-m-m, that’s it, MaeBell. Lick my cock. Make it feel good.”

After a delightfully long time licking her man's cock, TV-woman opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it.

“Please don’t make me do what she just did,” MaeBell begged.

“I’m not making you do anything, sweetheart” he said, placing his cock against her lips. Whimpering, her mouth opened, encasing his erection within the wet confines of her oh so warm mouth. Then, to his surprise and delight, little MaeBell threw herself into her task, doing her best to mimic TV woman's technique. He figured it was most likely the first head she'd ever given. “That’s it, baby, suck my cock," he encouraged, watching her mouth glide up and down his swollen organ. "Make it feel real, real good."

With MaeBell’s face buried in his lap, Danny was able to slide his hand down and into the back of her pajama bottoms. His finger probed her wetness, evoking a whimper as he stroked her sopping wet slit. “that's it, baby, suck my cock. Make it feel good.”

Lifting her mouth away, she mewled, "Oh-h, you're making me do such awful things." Her protest spoken, she took him back into her mouth.

He glanced toward the TV. Both participants were now naked. The man was standing at one end of their couch with the woman lying face down on the sofa, gripping her ankles while sucking TV man's cock.

"Why don't we try that?" he suggested.

MaeBell looked up. "I could never do something like that."

"Nonsense. Of course you can. Now turn over and lie on your tummy like she is," he said, rolling her over. Once she'd gripped her ankles way the woman was, he took hold of her head with both hands, eased his cock between her lips, and started fucking her mouth. To his surprise and delight, MaeBell started moaning. Apparently into kink, pretty little MaeBell was turning out to be one very hot number. He couldn't believe his good fortune at finding her.

"You like having your mouth fucked, don't you, MaeBell?"

"Mm-huh," she whimpered from around his cock.

“You’re being such a naughty girl, sucking my cock like this. But then, you like being naughty, don’t you? Naughty in ways your husband never lets you be. That's it, suck it good my dear. After all, mine might be the last cock your mouth ever get to pleasure.”

He looked up at the TV. By now the couple was doing the dirty deed. Time to move things along here on the home front. “I can think of another body part you'd like having fucked even more than your mouth."

Pushing her onto her back, he tore her pajamas off. Tossing them aside, he took his off too. Parting her thighs, he parked himself between them.

"We can't!" she objected. "It would be fornicating!"

“No, not fornicating," he said, thrusting into her. "We'd be fucking. It's called fucking. The sort of thing you said hubby isn't capable off doing to you anymore."

Wailing, her hips rose, meeting his thrust. In and out he pounded her wetness. In no time he had her crying out. Listening to her was beyond erotic. “How about you cum for me, darling," he encouraged. "Cum all over that nice hard cock you have buried inside of you."

"I can't. It's wrong!" she moaned. But despite her faux objection, seconds later she did precisely that. And rather loudly.

He got her off twice more in the minutes that followed, before finally dropping his load into her pussy during that second time.

The prospect of fucking this little filly in her husband's bed gave him devilish delight. Scooping her into his arms, he took her there, where he introduced her to the joys of 69'ing and doggie-style fucking. Judging from the way she was got into it, he decided this was the first time in her young life she'd ever experienced torrid sex. He could hardly believe his good fortune at randomly stumbling upon this closet nymphomaniac out in the middle of nowhere.

They fucked a lot that night, sleeping very little. It wasn’t until after another early morning joust that they left her bed to shower together. While cleaning one another's private parts, MaeBell got so worked up they had to abandon the shower in favor of her couch.

She was kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock, when they heard the clip-clop of approaching horse hooves. Gods! Olaf was home! Scrambling, they hurriedly dressed. Done, she grabbed the two movies and handed them to him. "Hide these in your luggage."

They were on opposite sides of the room by the time Olaf walked through the front door. "Ready to go get your car, young man?" he asked.

"Yessir, I am. I can't express how grateful I am for the hospitality you and your wife have extended me. A man couldn't ask for more."

Ten minutes later, while Olaf was inside grabbing a bite to eat, MaeBell led Danny to the buggy. Standing on its far side, out of Olaf’s view, she pulled down his zipper and reached inside. "Thank you for introducing me to the joys of sex," she said, caressing his cock. "I pray that someday we'll meet up again and do more of what we did last night."

"Doing so would answer my prayers, too."

Fifteen minutes later, the unsuspecting Olaf drove Danny to the tow company, bringing an end the most memorable twenty four hours of Danny's life.