Moira Dingle was frustrated. She had just returned home to Butlers Farm after delivering meat to the Woolpack pub, in the Yorkshire village of Emmerdale, and was resisting opening a bottle of wine, so soon after drying out from an alcohol problem.
The reason for her frustration was her estranged husband Caine. He had left her after her affair with the farm hand Nate, who it transpired was a long lost son of Caine's.
She was still hopelessly in love with Caine, who insisted the marriage was over, to such an extent as to file divorce papers.
Always a highly sexed woman, Moira had always had a very active sex life, and was missing a man, especially Caine, who had proved to be an incredible lover.
She decided on a bath and was soon luxuriating in the warm suds. Her mind went back to her early days with her late husband John, the affair and later marriage to Caine and the incredible sex with the much younger Nate.
The thoughts of these and all her other lovers, drove her hands to her breasts, not as tight and perky as they were, but still not bad for a woman in her forties. As she pinched the nipple, the nub of flesh sprang to life.
As one hand carried on caressing her breasts, the other slid down, through the thick patch of black pubic hair, and found her wetness.
As her fingers worked their magic in her pussy, she was visualising receiving Johns cock, long and hard, Caine's equal in everything, sliding into her mouth and the energetic young Nate, his stamina something to behold.
The orgasm was satisfying, but would have been better with a cock.
She dried herself and wrapped in a cozy dressing gown, made a cup of hot chocolate and was soon asleep, alone in her big double bed.
She had tried internet dating, with no luck. The guys she had contacted were only interested in sex, and although Moira thought she was desperate, she wasn't desperate enough to take on the guys who were replying.
The next morning the farmer in her took over. *Perhaps a woman might be the answer.* she thought to herself as she brought in the herd from the top field.
She put the thought from her mind, until a few weeks later when fate took a hand.
Nate's mother Cara had come to Emmerdale when he had revealed that he was the product of a relationship between Caine and Cara, twenty years ago.
Their first meeting came as Moira was drunk and fallen into a wooded slope. Luckily Cara was driving past and rescued her, in effect saving her life.
However things soon turned sour when Cara found out she was married to Caine.
When Caine accidentally shot Nate, Cara knew, and had Caine arrested, but Nate told the police he didn't know who the gunman was and Caine was released.
The atmosphere between the two women was tense to say the least.
Cara had moved into Wiley's, the farm Nate managed for Kim Tate, to look after him in his recuperation.
Over a bottle of wine one night, she reflected on the situation, Moira still loved Caine, that was obvious, and although she was still convinced that she had covered up the shooting, she was only standing by her man.
The next day she drove over to Butlers to talk to Moira.
"What do you want?" Said Moira, snappily as Cara got out of her car.
Cara started to get back in the car, "I just wanted to talk, but If that's your mood, I'm off."
"Wait " said Moira, "Sorry, please stay, I want to be friends, honestly, I hate this situation.
Cara agreed to stay and over a cup of coffee stated her position. "Look Moira, I know that Caine shot Nate, accidentally I accept, but he still shot him."
Moira tried to interrupt, but Cara held up her hand to stop her, she continued, "I understand that you want to stand by the man you still love, despite everything that has happened, and I want to make the peace with you, if you want to that is."
"Oh Cara, that's wonderful, I hate being confrontational, I would love to be your friend."
Moira reached out and the two women hugged.
Over another coffee, Cara regaled Moira of her meeting with Caine, over twenty years previously.
"I was from a church going, teetotal, non smoking or swearing family. My dad was very strict and my sister and I were controlled from an early age."
Moira was fascinated by the story and sat listening intently, then asked, "so how did you meet Caine?"
"I was nineteen, just getting a bit of independence and was on a night out with some friends from college and I saw this guy with dark smouldering eyes and literally my heart flipped. He saw me staring and came over. It was love at first sight."
Moira said, "I know the feeling, it took a bit longer with me, but it got me eventually, sorry, carry on."
"He bought me a drink and we chatted, he very politely asked if he could walk me home. It was quite a way out of town and took rather a long time."
