They'd bought a farmhouse in a secluded spot away from civilization but close enough to pick up supplies without too much trouble.
It had a small barn, they had put hay bales and festoon lights in, to use it on warm summer nights, to shelter from the frequent showers the area suffered from.
It was decorated with vintage horse crops and paddle boards to break up the white walls.
Scarlett had made friends at a local history club and she was to host the next meeting in the barn.
It was to fall on a full moon and they'd chosen the history of werewolf folk tales in the area to tie in.
It was a warm and sultry evening and Scarlett had prepared a table of chilled Prosecco and soft drinks.
He watched as she dressed after a shower, his cock getting slightly hard as she slipped on satin knickers over her peachy arse and pulled on a white sundress which accentuated her large breasts.
He would be offering to help clean up tonight to orchestrate taking them all back off of her in the barn.
She kissed him and told him to amuse himself for a couple of hours before he joined her to finish the Prosecco once things had wrapped up.
He idly ate a dinner of cheese, biscuits, and fruit while half-watching a movie, listening out for the cars leaving to join her in the garden.
He woke with a start the wine he'd chosen with his dinner and the warmth of the evening had sent him into a deep nap and it was now dark.
He looked out of the window; the barn was still illuminated but flickering lights more like candles.
He set off in search of Scarlett and the scent of burning wood filled his nose, as he reached the barn, he had a sense that he should walk quietly and not make his presence known straight away.
He peered through the window and couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Scarlett was naked, but he could see her pink erect nipples and a small bush on her pussy.
The hay bales had been moved into a circle and four men were naked and very erect wearing werewolf masks and silver ambulates around their necks, candles flickered and there was a small fire encased in stones that smelled like sage.
The riding crops and paddles had been taken off a wall and laid on a bale.
Scarlett addressed the men, to protect the village from werewolves we must perform the ritual on the full moon, a woman from the village must copulate with five men in front of a wormwood fire whilst it melts a bowl of silver, the scent of the silver and wormwood will deter the werewolves and the woman giving herself purely for the village will protect the us for another year.
For me to enjoy it I'll need you all to indulge me in a few of my kinks to keep me horny for you all she winked.
Jason could not believe what he was hearing, had she lost her mind, had she been drugged, he involuntarily flapped a moth away and Scarlett stopped and turned having caught the movement out of the corner of her eye.