This story would make more sense if you read the chapters in order. It is a cuckold tale and should not be confused with my other BTB and romance style stories.
Tags: Cuckold. Prostitution. Femdom. Pegging. Non Consent/Reluctance. Gangbang. Double Penetration.
The weekend after the bucks night was just us. Harvest was close now and I knew it was about to get really busy for me. I was worried Jim could push things even further. I took Claire on a picnic. Down by the river on a friend's place. We sat with our backs to a big river red gum and watched the water roll past. We talked the whole afternoon, just like we used to. Made silly plans, shared our dreams... started to get the old vibe back. It lasted till the next Thursday night.
I came home after a less than satisfying day. It was one of those days you feel like it would have been better if you had just stayed in bed and never attempted to achieve anything. My morning plans were disrupted by shed builders. They wanting my help with my loader to attach the shed doors. Then in the afternoon during the 'final' trial run of my harvester I found a dodgy bearing in the grain cleaning area. I had a spare but when I pulled it off the shaft was worn. A quick ring to the local dealer told me the shaft I wanted was on backorder so there wasn't one in the country. So it was off to an engineering works to get another shaft made up. Then rush home and get it all back together. By the 'close of play' for the day I was no further advanced than I had been the night before.
Kicking my boots off outside I went into the laundry to wash the grease and grime off. I called out when I got into the living room and Claire's muffled voice came from the bedroom. When I got to the door I could see her hole clothes were laid out on the bed once more. This time there was also an overnight bag there as well. As I watched she put some of her sexier underwear in the bag. It was a weird dichotomy, Claire was standing there in her conservative school teacher clothes while she was picking up a see through fishnet tank top.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"There's a biker rally in Belligen. Jim's taking me on his bike."
"When?"
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"And you're staying?"
"Yeah, he's got a motel room."
"So more sex, drugs and rock and roll. Are you stripping at this one as well?"
Claire looked up.
"Nathan, why do we have to keep going through this."
"Because you want to keep fucking Jim."
"No, I mean this guilt trip? You get off just as much as I do. Either with me or XX."
"I haven't fucked XX."
"Bet you want to though. That's the difference between you and Jim, he takes what he wants."
"There are a lot of differences between me and Jim. He's a criminal, a drug dealer..."
"And what are you going to be storing in that shiny new shed."
"That's different. I didn't have a choice."
"It wasn't my choice to invite him here."
The argument stopped. Claire left the bed and walked towards me. When she got close she put her hand on my cheek.
"It's just one night. I'm still on the pill... I'll be yours again on Sunday."
"I'm not sure I can handle this for much longer."
"We'll talk about it next week." Claire kissed me on the cheek. "Now go and have a shower, you smell awful."
We fucked that night and the next morning. I couldn't help but feel they were mercy fucks but I made the most of them anyway. Midday Friday I came home for a late lunch and Claire was already home. She must have taken half the day off because when I walked in she was already showered. I was afforded a back view of my thong wearing wife while she looked in a mirror and applied some make up. There was the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside.
"Is that him?"
I swung around and peered out the window. It was a different dual cab ute to last time but it was too clean to be local. The passengers door opened and XX got out.
"Yes, it's them."
"Shit!" Claire swore as she rushed into the bedroom.
XX came inside without knocking and put her bag on the lounge.
"Is she ready?"
I shrugged. "Who knows."
"Jim's waiting in the ute. He told her to be ready. He'll be pissed is she's not out there soon."
"I'll be out in a minute..." Claire's voice floated down the hallway.
I went over to the fridge and got out some cold water.
"You want anything?" I asked XX.
"No."
"You drew the short straw again?"
"Hmmm?" XX looked up, "you mean staying here?"
"Yeah, missing another party."
"Nah, following Jim around at a rally is a prick. Following him around with your wife at a rally..."
Jim came in and interrupted the conversation.
"Where the fuck is she?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
Claire came into the living area with a carry on type bag trundling on its little wheels behind her. She was wearing the micro denim shorts and a white crop top. Jim held up his hand.
"You can leave that thing right fucking where it is." He bellowed as he strode towards her.
"But I need a change of clothes, and I don't know what the weather will be like. Then there's my makeup..."
"We are going on a bike not a semi trailer." Jim said as he picked up Claire's bag and placed it on the kitchen table.
He opened it up and pulled out a black leather skirt and and couple of her hole tops.
"That's all you need."
"But what about undies?"
"Have you got undies on?"
"Yes."
"Take them off," Claire looked like she was going to argue. "Now, right here." Claire looked at XX and me. "They've seen your arse before. Get them off."
Claire turned away from us. She pushed her shorts down and off then removed her thong. Leaving it on the floor she pulled the shorts back on.
"Bra too."
"I can't. The piercing, Vicki said..."
Jim wavered. "Okay, but that's it." He handed her the clothes he had selected then turned towards the door. "Come on, there's rain on the forecast and I don't want to get a wet arse."
Claire followed in the bikers wake holding her clothes in one hand and handbag in the other. XX and I watched through the window as the ute took off back up the driveway.
"What would be worse about following Jim with my wife?" I asked going back to my original conversation with XX.
"I don't like seeing a women allowing a man to degrade her."
I left that comment where it was. I made myself something to eat. XX declined my offer of food, said she had already eaten. Once I'd eaten and cleaned up I started making for the door myself.
"Where are you going?" XX asked.
"Like Jim said, the forecast is for some rain. My crops are close to ready, probably not quite there but I thought I'd try anyway."
"Mind if I tag along?"
"Sure, if you want to."
She followed me outside and got into my ute. We drove down to the main shed. The harvester's green paint shone in the afternoon sun. I already had the front in the paddock so I just had to drive down and hook on. I went up the ladder to the cab first and moved a toolbox off the jump seat. XX folded herself in next to me and we headed off down the track.
"Is that the rain you were talking about." XX pointed to some black clouds building further north.
"Yeah. They mostly stay east when they build up there but being this close to harvest Murphy's law says they will dump all over us."
"That's the direction Jim is heading isn't it?"
"Yeah," I chuckled. "Looks like he's going to get a wet arse."
It took about ten minutes to get set up once we got to the paddock. More black clouds were forming as the hot afternoon sun drove the convection heating. I got under way with XX asking questions about how everything worked and what the dials and displays in front of us meant.
"The most important one today is this one." I pointed to a screen mounted on the right hand front post of the cabin. "This number here is moisture content. To deliver it to the silo it should be below 12.5%."
"But's it's reading 13 and 14?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought it would be. I just want to see if it's any better further up the paddock. There's a different soil type on the rise so it might be dryer there."
The moisture did come down but not enough.
"It's still 12.8." XX said just as a flash of lightening lit up the dark cloud closest to them.
"Yep, its time to go home." I said as I swung the big machine around.
Back at the gate way I put the front back on its trailer then raced for the shed in the harvester. As we approached it a few fat raindrops slapped into the cab windows. By the time we were back in the ute it was raining steadily. Lightening and thunder suggested the worst of the storm had slipped past us but I knew that it would be a couple of days before I could try it again.
"What will you do with the wheat in the harvester?" XX asked as we drove back towards the house.
"I'll put it in the truck when the weather clears up."
"But you said they only take it below 12.5% moisture?"