SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 2007.
A disturbing development today.
Arriving at the entrance to Joe's farm I pulled up just inside the gate to strip off as usual. While I undressed Marie slid across into the driver's seat and impatiently drove off leaving me to walk the quarter mile or so to the farmhouse, something she's done a few times.
Annoyed, I started walking, the bin bag containing my clothes slung over my shoulder. At least it was mild for the time of year but I hurried up the track, fearful as ever that someone might see me. I had covered about half the distance to Joe's farmhouse when a car approached from the rear and I was forced to flatten myself against the hedge as it flew by at speed. I was embarrassed to glimpse a man's grinning face at the wheel but had no idea who he was.
Approaching the farmhouse I saw the stranger's car parked outside and feeling very nervous about my nakedness knocked tentatively on the door to ask Joe for his instructions.
"Today I've got a different job for you," the grinning Joe said, on opening the door. "My son's paying a quick visit so you can clean his car for him, both inside and out."
So that was the stranger's identity. Oh well, better than a local anyway I thought, collecting the car cleaning accoutrements from the barn. However the car was locked and knowing I'd eventually need the keys I knocked diffidently on the door, aware that he doesn't like to be disturbed.
"What do you want, wimp?" Joe snapped.
I explained apologetically that I needed his son's car keys.
"Follow me," he commanded, leading the way into the lounge.
Picking a pair of grey trousers up from amongst the clothing scattered about, some of which was Marie's, Joe went through the pockets to locate the keys.
"My lad's upstairs giving it to your wife. He hasn't got long so I'm letting him go first. I'll take a turn later," Joe grinned, handing me the keys. "Like I say Clive hasn't got long so you'd better get a move on."
Feeling disturbed by this unexpected turn of events I washed Clive's car in double quick time but had barely finished when he came out, Joe walking to the car with him. I was embarrassingly aware of Clive eyeing my nakedness as they approached and cringed when he said, "I see what you mean; this chap must have the smallest dick in existence."
Father and son laughed at my discomfort before Joe said, "Now you can see why his missus likes opening her legs for me."
Without thinking, I automatically held the car door open for Clive.
"See, the wimp knows his place," Joe commented.
Sliding behind the wheel Clive said, "Now I've found out what a good fuck the tasty Marie is, I shall be back for more."
They again laughed at my discomfort and then, as Clive started the engine Joe said, "You can sweep the yard while I take a turn with your missus."
And that's what I did.
During the journey home it was obvious that Marie had thoroughly enjoyed her experiences with father and son. I wish I could say the same.
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2007.
Like most Monday evenings it's chauffeur duty tonight.
Arriving at Joe's I found Clive's car outside and it quickly became apparent that I was expected to drive the pair of them. I dutifully held the rear doors open for them to climb in, Joe first then round to the other side for Clive. During the journey I was left in no doubt as to their intention, Joe telling his son, "Marie's really looking forward to a threesome."
When I opened the doors for them to alight at our house, Joe said, "Stay in the car, you're superfluous to requirements. With two big cocks to play with your wife will have no use for your little one, not that she ever has."
They went into the house laughing and I slipped back into the car.
After I'd been sitting there for some time, feeling increasingly bored and self conscious, I realised I needed the loo. It would be pointless trying the front door because Joe always bolts it against my premature entry. So it was that I decided to make my way round to the back garden and relieve myself behind a tree, something I've done once or twice before.
Returning, much relieved, I was passing the lounge window when a loud yelp from within caught my attention. Well, as there happened to be a narrow gap in the net curtains I put my eye to it, despite knowing I'd receive a caning from Joe if he spotted me. And it was Joe I saw first, stretched out naked on our settee. My wife, also naked, was bending over the end of the settee and from the close proximity of her lips to Joe's penis I assume she'd been sucking it. Marie's yelp had been caused by Clive at her rear who was plainly fucking her. However as he settled into a steady rhythm, hands gripping my wife's hips, she resumed her oral activity on Joe's genitals.
I couldn't tear myself away from the sight of Clive fucking my wife from the rear while she sucked his father's penis, Joe playing with Marie's breasts as they grinned at one another over her bent form.
It lasted for some time with Clive removing his penis from Marie's vagina periodically to slap her buttocks with it. He also spread the cheeks, evidently turned on by the sight of my wife's anus, and at one point I thought he might penetrate her there instead. He didn't however but suddenly began fucking her frantically, possibly urged on by Joe who I could see speaking.
When it was over Joe picked Marie up to carry her towards the stairs, Clive following.
I was sorry not to see any more but also relieved that they hadn't spotted me spying on them through the curtain.
Back in the car it was a couple of hours before father and son emerged from my house and I quickly opened the rear doors for them. This is always the most nerve racking part of Joe's visits, the thought that a neighbour might pass and wonder what was going on, and tonight was twice as nerve racking.
I drove to the farm with an erection, listening to the men discussing all the things they'd done to my wife, and taunting me about her willingness to do anything they wanted.
"When she needed the loo we both went with her to watch," Joe told me. "Of course I've seen her pissing loads of times but Clive loved seeing the stream of golden rain flowing from your wife's cunt. In fact he straight way fucked her on the bathroom floor."
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2007.
I was right about the effect Marie's anus had on Clive. Today he did indeed have anal intercourse with her, while I was outside washing his car. Joe actually came out to tell, or rather taunt me, about what Clive was doing.
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2007.
Today, Joe ordered me to collect some things he needs for Christmas. His list included holly, and a collection of thin twigs with plenty of leaves, from the woodland adjoining the farm. At least I was allowed to dress; the day though sunny was very cold, before setting out across the fields.
While I collected the sprigs of holly etc, presumably for his Christmas decorations, Joe enjoyed a long sex session with my wife.
MONDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2007.
Directly we arrived at Joe's he ordered us to follow him into the open shed where, unusually, his Land Rover was parked. My initial thought was that he'd parked under cover to avoid frost, although the mildness of the weather made it an unlikely supposition. That idea was quickly dispelled however when Joe opened the rear door of the Land Rover and indicating a yellow rug on the floor told Marie to strip below the waist and lie back on it with her legs sticking out.
Marie did as instructed, with undo haste it seemed to me, and he roughly pulled her legs out a bit further so that her bottom was perched on the very edge of the Land Rover. Next, Joe raised each of my wife's legs in turn and tied them to hooks on either side of the door. Climbing into the driver's seat he then tied Marie's wrists to the headrests. Joining me at the rear of the vehicle Joe invited me to admire his handiwork.
Well it was certainly a very arousing sight to see Marie tied up, practically immobilised, with legs forced wide apart and the pouting vulva lips fully exposed to our gaze. She certainly seemed to revel in the helplessness of her position, squealing excitedly when Joe ran his finger down the length of her slit.
"It's a long time since your cock's been in here, bet you've got an hard on," he jeered, laughing when I agreed.
"What do you think happens now?" he asked.
"I assume you're going to fuck my wife, Sir."
"Wrong," he grinned, "this is George's Christmas present."
I failed to comprehend his meaning at first but when, in response to Joe's shout, the shambling figure of his farmhand appeared the truth began to dawn.
"Here you are George, your Christmas present as promised," Joe said to him, "Get stuck in."
