The Farmer's Wife

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.

I do spell and grammar checks and proofread but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.

Please check the tags, don't read it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, they are free and they are just stories.

Best Wishes, Satin.

This is one of three stories set in England during WWII. These are intended as erotic stories without comment to the morals or otherwise of the actual people alive at that time. They are an exaggeration of what could happen and not intended to be realistic.

Britain was at war with Germany and the axis powers. It was a time of major upheaval; men, women and children endured extreme hardship and distress in one form or another; few people escaped the rigors of life in wartime. The country had to endure bombing raids, including the threat of gas attacks. Starvation was a real possibility and rationing of food began in 1940. Meat, sugar, butter, cheese, and eggs and even clothing were rationed. Over a million children were evacuated from towns and cities and had to adjust to separation from family and friends. London was attacked on 57 successive nights and there were heavy raids on other major cities and ports.

Women and children between the ages of 14 and 17 were in full-time employment, many covering work vacated by men who fought across the globe. Children reaching 18 were conscripted, the boys into the armed services and girls to women's auxiliary services, the land army or taking on other essential war work, including working as mechanics, engineers and on munitions.

All three stories are set in an imaginary English village of Little Woodhill. Each story can be read separately.

This story looks at the latter part of the war after the arrival of large numbers of American soldiers (known as GIs) and airmen that began in 1942.

***

My name is Sally Thatcher and I am the proud owner of our family farm. Like most of the other farm workers, my husband Robert went off to war. At 29 and 5ft 9 I was a fit and very strong woman, with a tanned face from working long hours outdoors. My long curly red hair was generally tied back and often covered with a head scarf to keep it out of the way. Once Robert left we'd very little contact, only a few all to brief letters from him, I hoped my own letters were reaching him but couldn't be sure. Then I received the news I was dreading, a telegram reported that he'd gone missing somewhere in Burma!

That was almost three years ago! The chances of survival were slim, at best Robert would be a prisoner of war in some insect infested shit hole.

I was exhausted from running the farm, it would have been impossible without the help of the 'land army girls', four young women were currently boarding with me, they had been helping out since spring and would continue until at least harvest time.

The girls persuaded me to take them to the weekly dances in the village hall. I was happy to do that as they had precious little other entertainment. When we arrived, I looked around, it was full of women as usual, not man in sight! They were all away, at war fighting across the globe.

That left us women dancing with each other, trying to put a brave face on things. I was dancing with the butcher's wife Thelma Swales, well these days she was the butcher as her husband was also away in the merchant navy. It wasn't an unpleasant experience, actually the press of Thelma's large breasts up against my own felt decidedly... pleasant. Jesus it really had been too long since I'd had sex!

Just then there was a commotion as some American GI's arrived, they were polite and waited quietly at the door asking if they could enter for the dance. Four of them came in; they were grateful that there was some cider to drink and settled at a table. It wasn't long before they were asking women to dance and much to my surprise that included me.

It had been so long since a man had actually held me; I was a bit flustered, like I'd almost forgotten how to act. They shared the dances around and most of the women seemed quite smitten with the handsome young arrivals.

I saw one of the guys dancing with Marie one of my 'Land Army' girls; she was only 17 and looked absolutely entranced by the dashing American Captain. I thought that might cause all sorts of issues, so decided to politely cut in, telling Marie that she should go and check on her ailing Grand Mother.

She stomped off in a bit of a huff. Her dance partner, the Captain smiled pleasantly as he took my hand, "So are you the protector of all the young women or just Marie."

"She works for me and is only 17, I know her mother and she would never forgive me if anything happened to her while in my care."

"I understand, you know it was innocent; I saw her standing on the side-lines desperate for one of the guys to ask her to dance. I thought it would be nice for her, something different to tell her friends about, but it wouldn't have gone any further."

Damn I had leapt to the wrong conclusion, "I'm sorry, I guess I was being over protective and..."

"And assumed the worst about me, don't worry I understand your concern. Anyway I have ended up dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room and what's more she is age appropriate."

"God, you American's are so smooth, don't you cringe at yourself, paying out all those meaningless compliments, surely women don't fall for that."

"You might be surprised at what women fall for."

"Yeah, you'll be claiming undying love next."

"More likely lust... good old fashioned honest lust, in whatever time we may have left."

It was another line but that comment hit home, who knew how long our lives would last. It looked like the war was turning but there were still regular air raids, made even worse by the flying bombs. Who would have thought it possible to fly unmanned missiles from another country!

"I'm Andy by the way, at your service and you are..."

"Sally, Sally Thatcher."

"So good they named you twice eh, well Sally Sally Thatcher it is an absolute delight to meet you!"

We finished the dance and the next one before another woman asked to cut in; I could hardly refuse. The GI's left after an hour promising to come back the following week. Some of the women seemed happy with that idea, while others frowned with disapproval.

The did come back, not just them but a truck full of GI's, again they asked permission and gained entry. The whole atmosphere improved, they had bundles of energy and joked about. The dancing became more energetic and great fun, we all had a lovely time. Somehow I seemed to become the target for two different men, there was Andy and a young infantryman called Jake. I guess I was fair game, I was probably a widow, most of the other women were still in some contact with their husbands.

Their attendance at the weekly dances became a regular occurrence. A few weeks later, Andy offered me some nylons, "Oh and exactly what will they cost me?"

"Nothing, as long as I could see you put them on you!"

I considered it, nylons were impossible to get these days and I was sick of staining my legs with old tea bags and drawing a pencil line to imitate a seam.

"Sorry to disappoint you but I don't have the suspender clips attached, so I can't try them on."

Andy laughed, "Well it was worth a try, tell you what I'd settle for a kiss, a proper one though."

"What the hell... meet me out back in a couple of minutes."

I was so nervous waiting but smiled as he approached. I panicked kissing him quickly; it started innocently but after a few seconds he opened his mouth and slid his tongue in, it became a deep sensual kiss. It had been years and felt so nice, sending butterflies to my stomach and making my heart beat faster. We continued until he got a bit too 'handsy', his hand traveling up to cup my breast, I broke the kiss and admonished him.

He laughed and gave me the nylons, "I can't wait to see you in those next week, promise me you will wear them."

"I might, you will have to wait and see!"

I already knew the answer would be yes but thought I'd push things, "Of course if you can get me some sugar to bake a proper cake, I'd feel inclined to try them."

As we turned to go back inside, I caught a glimpse through the trees of of Mrs Jenkins on her knees in front of a GI. Whatever she was doing, he was certainly enjoying it.

Andy spotted them as well and blew air out, "Jesus looks like you got yours cheap!"

"Or you picked the wrong woman!"

"No I am sure I picked the right one, you're the most attractive woman here and you're nice. What if I got a whole load of rations, what would that earn me?"

I looked over at Mrs Jenkins again, "I am not sure about doing that!"

"Tell you what, instead of you going down, how about I do it?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh you poor girl, have you never been kissed... down there."

I felt the blush travelling up my skin, "Well no, I mean it's not right... is it?"

"Oh trust me it's very right and very erotic, don't tell me you haven't had an orgasm either."

I wasn't really sure what one of those was and felt even more embarrassed. Was I missing out on something as Andy was suggesting. I was married after all... I should know more than him!

That night I struggled to sleep and dreamed of what it would be like to have someone kiss me on my... quim. The thought sent a shiver through me. Then I recalled what Mrs Jenkins had been doing, her holding and kissing the GI's penis, God I really missed the company of of a man.

***

After eons of waiting it was suddenly all over. It was Victory in Europe (VE) day, celebrations erupted everywhere! Me and the Land Army girls quickly got dressed and abandoned the farm, as ever the village celebrations centred on the hall.

Everyone had dressed up and was celebrating; it was the best night of our lives. The sense of relief was overwhelming, like we couldn't believe it was truly over and we had survived.

The GI's turned up; they asked the women if we wanted to go dancing in town, when we explained we had no money, they said it was their treat. Twelve of us decided to go and the guys were delighted. I insisted that Marie and Jenny couldn't go, they were too young, but the other two girls joined us. We jumped in the trucks and had to squeeze in or sit on a lap; Andy made sure I sat on his lap and he kept a firm grip on me, his hand on my knee holding the stockings he'd provided.

We had the most wonderful night, dancing and drinking. Hard drinking was still uncommon for woman and many bars were still 'men only', although the war changed a lot of that. Most of us were in our late 20's and early 30's, although the Mayor's wife Mrs Roberts was well over 40, not that she looked it.

We got twirled around the dance floor, our dresses flared up, flashing our stockings and suspenders. Nobody cared, if ever there was a night to let go, this was it! The drink was flowing and it seemed everyone was kissing and making out. There were no rules, everyone was too elated or drunk to notice or care about others misbehaving. I danced with dozens of men and was having a great time.

After a few hours, we jumped back into the trucks; Jake managed to grab me just before Andy. Now all the women sat on a lap; there was more touching and kissing in the truck now. I made out with Jake and let him cop a feel, he had one hand on my bum and the other over my breast. He tried reaching between my thighs but my skirt was too tight. I couldn't recall ever feeling so free or so aroused.

The truck stopped, we got out to see the empty field hospital. It was set up to take casualties but had never been used. The guys insisted we should continue the party; there was a gramophone and drinks inside.

It was obvious they had another sort of party in mind and I like the other women didn't object. Most of us were older than our young paramours, although I was bothered about there being more guys than women.

The dancing got hot pretty quickly, and I was getting felt up by each guy I danced with. I saw Mrs Featherstone being led to a bed by a GI; that broke the floodgates. Like several others I was being led to another bed; by Andy with Jake following along. We sat on the bed and he began kissing me, it wasn't long before he was unbuttoning my blouse. I turned to see Jake sitting on the other side of me; he leaned in for a kiss as well. Good God what on earth was I doing kissing two men! That thought was interrupted by my blouse being pushed off my shoulders showing my brassier. The guys were all over me, having four hands touch me was so erotic. It didn't take them long to get the brassier off and start playing with my breasts.

They pushed me back on the bed and tugged down my skirt, slip and knickers.

I thought they would strip me totally, but I heard someone further down the room saying loudly, "Leave the stockings on them, they look fucking hot!"

Andy muttered, "Damn right!" as he ran his hands up my stockings while Jake was having a good feel of my satin girdle.

I turned to see a dozen women in similar states of undress on the beds, several pairs of nylon clad legs were already raised. I panicked realising some guys were waiting for a turn.

I thought fleetingly of my husband, unlikely to ever return and then gave myself up. The truth was, we were in our prime and had been starved of sex. I wondered about staying faithful for so long and then giving into temptation right at the end, but this night was a step out of time... a 6 year nightmare finally over with.

I lay on my back on the bed and waited to be mounted. Andy kissing his way up my legs surprising me. To my shock he suddenly buried his face in my thick red bush! Then he licked me, I almost jumped out of my skin! The second lick was electric; the third and fourth just blissful. I had never felt anything like it! Jake chose that moment to kiss me and fondle my breasts. After the hours of build up, I was really into it now... enjoying all of their attention on my body.

Andy moved up and started sucking my button, Oh My God that sent shivers everywhere. I was moaning into Jake's mouth as we continued to kiss. Then I felt a wave of sensations and emotions wash over my whole body. That drove Andy on, lashing my vagina with his tongue; whatever that feeling was it was happening again. Now my poor little cunny was hyper sensitive and I was begging him to stop as I squirmed!

I heard Jake saying, "Good job man, you got her off, you deserve a reward, get your cock into her."

Andy did just that, my body was still convulsing as he slid into me. I turned my head to see 12 very prim and proper village ladies all being ravished, naked and semi clad bodies were everywhere. The creaky army beds were making a huge noise, almost as much as all the people moaning and groaning. I joined them as Andy penetrated me and began fucking me.

The Reverend's wife was being mounted by a black man. Mrs Fraser had her feet in air; her pretty red court shoes bouncing about as she was humped. Thelma was bent over a bed, her big heavy breasts swaying outrageously as she was taken robustly from behind.

The feeling of being penetrated was exquisite. I turned only to see a hard cock dangling in front of my face, without really thinking I opened my mouth and Jake pushed forward. It wasn't the first time I had kissed a man like that, but I'd never kept going or taken one fully into my mouth.

Both men were pumping into me! It suddenly dawned on me that I was having sex with two men; me... the person who hadn't had sex in years was being ravished by two very virile young men... and I was loving it!

I could hear our bodies slapping together as Andy laid into me. God was I really doing this... it was so wrong but felt so good. It was only a few minutes before Andy announced he was close, he came with an almighty moan bucking into me deeply.

He was quickly replaced by Jake who had disengaged from my mouth; he was a lot bigger and seemed to fill me totally. He set a quick rhythm with full strokes fucking me hard, I clung to his strong arms as my passion escalated, trying to ignore my gold wedding band. I had never experienced anything like this before! He continued to force his way into me. I was almost senseless with the feelings emanating from my vagina and coursing through my body, this was on a whole different level, then I felt Jake's body stiffen in climax.

There was a pause as the guys recovered, another guy spotted it and moved toward me, but Andy told him to get lost. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or not! That thought was made mute as both my guys stayed hard, it was more than flattering to have that effect on them.

Andy moved me onto all fours and positioned himself behind me, putting a hand on my hip, I could feel his penis pushing against my thighs and opened my stance to provide access. He steered his body between my legs until the head of his cock was just touching my entrance and then he pushed forward.

As I was getting fucked from behind, I could see Jake waiting for another turn, stroking his fat cock as he looked at me intently. I had to admit that was such a turn on... to be watched and lusted after. Andy lasted much longer this time, my hands gripped the sheets as he continued pounding into me. He grunted loudly as he rammed forward, I heard a keening sound before realising it was me, as he got me off again.

After that Jake made me ride him, it wasn't a position I'd ever tried before. Sex with my husband was usually in the dark and under the covers.

"Ohhh I murmured," slowly lowering myself, it took a few goes but I finally fully mounted his big pole, I was genuinely pleased to have managed it; then I started slowly riding it up and down. Both guys encouraged me to ride harder and commenting about my tits bouncing. I desperately wanted to please them... my young men!

I looked up to see similar scenes across the room, it was an all-out orgy, twelve village wives and maybe twenty young fit soldiers. My friends doing the same thing as me, made everything feel ok.

Jake thrust upward and groaned as he unloaded inside of me. I was riding with abandon now... slamming down on him. I kept riding him as his cock continued to gush inside me and was overtaken by another powerful orgasm. I had received four loads and experienced multiple orgasms for the very first time in my entire life.

I thought that would be it until Andy said, "You are amazing, you're staying with us, we don't want the others having you, it won't take long for us to recover."

Jesus, I wasn't sure I could take any more, it was all so overwhelming.

All of the women looked guilty when the party finally wound down, it was almost dawn. We redressed, my precious stockings were ruined. I could see some others tugging theirs back up to re-fasten before pulling their dresses on.

The night had been so intense, thankfully I had stuck with just Jake and Andy; others had swopped around more, especially the Mayor's wife who seem to be on a body count mission! Still I had been fucked five times and allowed a man to cum in my mouth for the first time. Then the realisation of what I had done dawned on me, it didn't feel real but I couldn't deny it.

One of the trucks took us home; we agreed no mention could ever be made of our night 'out of time'. It was a one off, never to be repeated and we would return to being conservative village wives. We got out of the truck and flushed and embarrassed, completed the walk of shame back to our homes.

***

The GI's arrived at the village hall the following week, me and the other women were embarrassed and many rejected the offers to dance. I danced with Jake and Andy but asked them to keep it decent, we didn't want anyone working out what had happened; especially as a couple of husbands were already back home from service.

I tried to see things through the husband's eyes, it would be apparent that the soldiers knew their wives. They were asking questions now; I overheard Thelma denying everything and tried to block the memory of her riding a GI and screaming in ecstasy while bouncing her big tits into his face. Then Barry Carruthers suddenly dragged his wife away home, hopefully it was for sex rather than accusations. This was potentially a disaster, I asked Andy if the GI's could all leave early.

***

Months later I received a telegram stating that Robert was alive! I kept re-reading it... could it be true? I couldn't let myself believe it and get my hopes up. The message said that he had been found in a Japanese prisoner of war camp and had begun travelling back to the UK.

It was a miracle, I was desperate to see him and began worrying all over again, was he well? what had happened to him? The stories about the camps in Asia were horrendous. The wait for him to return seemed to last even longer than the war.

Finally I was meeting him at the docks; many of the men disembarking were stick thin with bulging eyes from the starvation. Then I saw him and cried, he was so emaciated, I held him gently scared of hurting him; the hug back was surprisingly strong, He saw my worry and assured me he'd already started putting weight back on. His body was different, but the the way he looked at me was just the same, total love and devotion and the exact same way I felt about him.

***

The initial few weeks were totally focused on his care; I wanted to confess and try to be honest with him but had to wait until he was stronger. It was months before I finally found the courage.

"Robert there's something important I need to discuss with you, can we talk?"

"Of course" he said, shifting to face me on the couch and looking expectantly.

I took a deep breath, "You know I love and I will do forever."

"Why would I ever think that you wouldn't love me forever?"

"Because, I did something really really terrible."

I took a breath as he held his, "I cheated on you on VE day!"

"What the fuck, no way... who with?"

"An American soldier... I am sorry we were all drinking and overwhelmed by the war being finally over. It was just that night, nothing long term."

"It might have been over for you, not us, the Japanese fought on."

"I am sorry, I convinced myself a few drinks would be fine, so would a dance; then we were touching and he kissed me. I had been faithful for all those years and I wasn't sure if you were alive."

"How far did you go?"

"We had sex... a few times! I rather not give the details; I wouldn't come out of it looking very good."

There was no way I could mention both men, he'd think I was a total slut, maybe I could tell him that later if he pushed for more details.

"I was so lonely and it felt good to be part of something. Then to attract that interest after being stuck out on the farm; I mean look at me, I am a rather plain farmers wife, skin burned and rough hands."

"You are beautiful to me, always were."

"Not now I'm not... I'm tainted."

"A fucking yank, overpaid over sexed and over here! Where is he now?"

"He was posted back to the states. I am so sorry, I hope we can put this behind us; it was a moment in time and felt like the normal rules didn't apply. It will never happen again, I feel awful about it."

Things were tense between us; I waited for the hammer to fall. I could tell Robert was trying to forgive me, trying to find a way, whether he could was still up for debate.

***

Months later, we were enjoying our usual night sitting on the couch listening to the radio. Robert had recovered physically, almost doubling his body weight since returning. I noticed him looking at me and turned to smile. I faltered realising he wasn't looking at me like he used to.

I tried to stifle my tears, "You never used to look at me like that, before you always looked happy, thrilled even... to see me, it seems more neutral now."

"I guess that's true in some ways."

"You've never forgiven me really, have you?"

"I'm trying Sally, I really am. I think I have forgiven you, but I can't forget it; it's never felt quite the same, before you were everything to me. Sometimes I forget and at other times the thoughts rush back at me. I can't seem to fully commit to you like I used to."

"What we've got is still good."

"Yeah it's good, maybe just not magical like it was before. I know the whole tale by the way, it sounded like quite the party, multiple guys, and you all putting out for them.

"I am sorry; I thought the details would just hurt you more. I went with two guys; it was so out of character, nothing like that had ever occurred to me before. The night was just so crazy; looking back I can't believe it was me."

Roberts sighed, "Try as I might, I just can't seem to shake the fact that 'us' now feels different. I thought of you so much in camp and dreamed of coming back to you, my dream finally came true but then your confession snatched it all away from me again!"

We sat in silence for minutes which seemed to last hours, before I finally found the courage to ask the question I dreaded, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No you stay; it's your farm and you ran it for years without me, I'll go."

"Where?"

"I'm not sure, travel maybe, I could work my way around the country picking up farm work. I feel the need to get away... to escape."

I was speaking quickly now, trying to stop the panic building up even further, "No please don't do that, I couldn't bear to be parted from you again, I've already lost you once! Even if you want to divorce me, please stay here, try and find some peace. I'll help in any way I can... just a friend if that's what you need. I want to do that for you... to care for you!"

We cuddled after that and I held on to him desperately, praying he wouldn't leave me. I insisted on moving to the spare bedroom, saying I would only return if and when Robert wanted me to.

***

He didn't leave but I got the impression that he was still considering it. It was an uneasy truce, but being 'just friends' seemed to take the pressure off. It meant we could care for each other without relating everything back to my actions as a wife. It also gave both of us some breathing space, before making a decision on our marriage. It got to the point where I didn't think he was going to bolt away from me.

He had nightmares often, I'd hear him scream in the middle of the night and find him huddled in the corner of his bedroom covered in sweat. I'd cool him with wet towels and hold him until he came back around fully.

Finally, slowly he told me what the nightmares were about and some of the things that happened in the camps; torture, deaths and starvation, it was more than any human deserved to endure. I was the only one he ever talked to about it and I was certain that I was just hearing a fraction of his personal horror story. It made me sadder again that I hadn't been able to provide the perfect reunion and peace he so deserved. I renewed my efforts to look after him regardless of what happened to us.

His personality and character returned ever so slowly. He still had periods of darkness and would take off by himself from time to time. I gave him a few hours and then usually found him in the top fields or down by the river. I never wanted to leave him for longer than that, the darkness would only gain a firmer footing.

It was six months later when I nervously spoke to him, "What if we started again, forget the wife who made the biggest mistake of her life and think about the new woman you met after the war. She's been with three men in the whole of her life before she met you, but only in love once... to an awesome man she lost. She's a good farmer and decent carer and she'd be totally devoted to you."

"Don't sell yourself short Sally, you really have cared for me fantastically well, I doubt I would have recovered without you. I can't thank you enough for that, it would have been easy for you to leave me."

"You would have recovered without me, you're a remarkably strong man. I am in awe of the fact you survived let alone recovered. You know your dream is still here waiting for you: me, the farm, home, a future, all of it... but it needs you and us together to make it complete. It's my dream too Robert!"

Robert smiled, "That's an impassioned plea Sally. I wasn't sure you still felt that way anymore, especially when I was so broken."

It was a long and hard road to recovery as we become more than friends again. It was like a new courtship, us both feeling our way gently around each other and me desperate not to push Robert away. We got there one small step at time.

I was in a better position that many of the village wives who celebrated that VE day, five of the twelve were divorced, three others had been single and two widowed. Thelma Swales was the only other whose marriage was still intact... but only just!

After five years we both felt secure enough to begin our family, our three children idolised their father as did I. That's when I noticed that look again, the way he looked at our children. Thankfully I was seeing it more and more when he looked at me as well.

We lived a long and happy life together.