Its hard work running a farm. There's always so much to do at any time of year and just trying to keep up with the chores can really take it out of you. Working from early morning until late into the evening, seven days a week leaves very little time for any other sort of life, including, unfortunately, a sex life!
I had known Ginny for what seemed like ever before we married - in fact, being the eldest daughter of one of the other local farmers, I had know her almost all of her life. To say I was surprised when she agreed to wed me was an understatement. She is twenty odd years younger than me and one of the most attractive women for miles around. With long, dark hair and a slender, lithesome body, she has made me the envy of men half my age.
I was pretty sure that she would adapt to life as a farmers wife easily and, to be fair, I was right. Coming from a farming family she was well aware of the work that needed to be done around the place and took to it all very well. What I wasn't really prepared for was her insatiable appetite in bed!
In the early months of our marriage our sex life was good of course. I made time for my new bride and she seemed to adore the attention and money that I lavished on her. Every week I would buy her some piece of jewellery or other and she would thank me in every conceivable way. I had no idea that she was so experienced or would even be prepared to do some of the things that, frankly, I had only read about in books and magazines.
As time went on I seemed to spend more money on presents for my wife. And the more money I spent of course, the harder I had to work to generate greater amounts of cash. I became tired and exhausted - I felt that my age was not on my side. And then the problems started. Ginny began to demand more and more attention from me in bed and, after a hard day's toil in the fields, it was as much as I could do to keep my eyes open, let alone maintain an erection long enough to satisfy my wife!
The solution to my problem seemed obvious - employ a general handyman to help me around the farm and take some of the workload from me.
Jim seemed like a good lad. He had a lot of experience of farm work and I took him on hoping that the reduction in my own work would help somewhat with my love-life. At only twenty six years old, he was far closer to my wife's age than he was to mine. But the lad was keen to work and strong enough to make light work of some of the tasks that were causing me problems. We all seemed to get on well together and I looked forward to being able once again to indulge myself with my young wife.
But Ginny seemed to have changed. Every time I tried to get close to her there was always a reason for her to push me away; she had a headache; it was the wrong time of the month; she was too tired! Arguments and rows erupted most days and she took to taking long walks by herself leaving me to angrily return to my work.
"You might as well take the afternoon off." I said to Jim after Ginny and I had had yet another row. "I can take care of the work this afternoon."
Jim looked surprised, but didn't argue. Sweeping his shirt from a fence post he thanked me and sauntered off towards the gate whistling tunelessly.
When I returned to the farmhouse later that afternoon for some coffee, I was surprised to find that Ginny had still not returned from her walk. A glanced at the kitchen clock with frustration as I made my drink. Jim wasn't around either; maybe he had gone into town for a beer or two, I thought. I looked out of the window as I sipped the coffee. I could see the east barn at the edge of the top field. It looked more dilapidated than usual after the recent storm. I had been planning to fix the roof at least for ages. I silently cursed myself for giving Jim the afternoon off. The roof was really a two man job but if I was by myself then I'd just have to manage as best I could. At least I could make a start on it.
My heart sank as I trudged through the top field and approached the barn. The roof looked worse than I thought and I was going to need more tools than I had brought with me. I was about to turn and make my way back down the hill to the tool shed when I heard something that made me stop in my tracks.
The high pitched laugh had a familiar ring. What was Ginny doing way up here, I thought? And what was so funny?
Keeping as quiet as possible I inched towards the broken wooden door and peered into the gloomy interior.
"Oh, Jim! What if Frank finds us?"
My mind reeled as I saw Jim and my wife in a lustful embrace.
"Ah, don't worry Gin, he won't find us! He's probably way over the other side of the farm. Nobody comes here any more, trust me!"
I watched. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I thought I could be heard in the next village. Ginny smiled as she relaxed and almost melted into the young man's arms. Their lips locked together sensuously as Jim's hands began to caress Ginny's body. Ginny wore a simple short dress which left no protection against my labourer's wandering hands.
I looked on as Jim began to touch my wife's legs as they kissed. His hand slipped under the front of her dress and lift the flimsy material exposing her black underwear. I wanted to do something; stop them, but I was rooted to the spot. The voyeur in me had taken over the use of my limbs!
The two lovers broke their kiss breathlessly and I saw Jim's hand slip into the front of Ginny's panties. I heard her gasp as his fingers found their mark, Ginny closing her eyes lustfully and, seemingly, surrendering to the pleasure the lad's touch was affording her.
