1913 Wife Not Wife

I am ashamed to tell you this but my husband left me. Don't think badly of me.

At the same time he took with him the three months rent that was due on the farm, as well as the young barmaid from the 'Charlton Inn' in Charlton Marshall. I thought that the sinking of the Titanic had been a disaster but this was far worse because it was my life that was changed. Not so much the loss of Mr Yeo, or Emily Eves for that matter, but having to leave the farm that my parents had held for so many years, and where I was born, was a grave heartache.

Even after selling nearly everything that I owned, including Mother's furniture and her little bits of jewellery, I still couldn't raise enough money to convince the landlord to let me stay on. Besides, he doubted I could manage the little farm on my own; he was probably right. So, I sold the few sheep that we had, the pig and the chickens too.

I heard that the Charlton Inn needed a replacement barmaid so I got myself a tiny room in the village and took the job.

The change of fortunes would have been bad enough but the gossip was worse. People wondered why, after twenty-five years of marriage, Joe Yeo felt so dissatisfied that he had to run off. They felt sorry for him. I felt sorry for Emily. He was a brute of a man; intimidating, cruel and insanely jealous. He blamed me for everything that went wrong on the farm, including the fact that we'd never had children. I can't say that he actually ever really beat me but he did make me feel worthless and unloved.

For most of my life I had felt worthless and unloved. My teachers let me know that I had little to offer the world because I was a girl. My trusting nature only made things worse, so many times I believed that people had my welfare at heart only to find out that this meant only if it furthered their interests. The result was that I found it hard to get close to anyone.

It came as a great surprise to me to find that I was quite good at my new job; and not just in the pouring of drinks. A young barmaid can get by with just having big tits but a more mature one, shall we say, needed to possess a rarer skill; they needed to be a good listener.

Women can easily talk to women yet men don't often share their feelings with anyone. But get a few pints of ale inside him and a man will open his soul to the mother confessor standing behind a bar. I soon learned to tutt gently at the way they were mistreated at work, or at home. At the lack of joy in the marriage bed (or sometimes a wife who demanded more than a husband could ever give alone). I heard about every trial that could befall a man.

The exception to this was the 'Apple Man'. The Apple Man rarely talked about himself, he just asked about me. About my life, my hopes, my fears. He listened to my answers with those kind compassionate brown eyes. He knew little of my past. He never judged me. He just listened.

The Apple Man took a room at the inn every Thursday and Monday night without fail. I never saw him at any other time.

In answer to my query, the landlord's wife told me that he was called the 'Apple Man' because he grew apples up in the north of Dorset and sold them to the rich folk over the border in Bournemouth. Using a horse and cart, he made the journey there and back nearly every week. At about the midway point he stayed here at the Charlton Inn.

He smiled when, armed with this inside information, I asked him, "Why do you make such an arduous journey?"

Eventually after a little thought, the Apple Man replied, "Well, most people in the north grows Cider Apples but I grows Eating Apples, sweet delicious Eating Apples. For some reason the rich folk of Bournemouth can't get enough of 'em."

"Don't they grow apples in Hampshire?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Not like mine, Maidy, not as sweet and delicious as mine."

Feigning a little offence, I smiled, "And where do you get off calling me Maidy? I'm well over forty and you are younger than me."

"A tad, maybe," he said.

"A lot," said I.

"But you are still marriageable."

"Now, don't you be so cheeky. Everyone knows damned well that I am married and that my husband ran off and left me. So I can't marry anyone," I scolded, a little embarrassed.

"I'd still marry thee."

To cover my blushes, I disappeared into the back room.

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The following week, as the bar grew less busy, we spoke again.

"Have you paid any mind to my proposal?" he asked.

"Proposal, what proposal?"

"Why, marriage of course."

Stunned, I spluttered, "I don't even know your name and I couldn't be your wife if I did."

"But you could be my wife not wife, as it were.

"And if all that's holding thee back is a name, it's Nat, Nathaniel."

I turned away saying, "Don't be such a fool!"

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In the cold light of day, I was rather glad that I hadn't been allowed to keep the farm; the farmer's life is hard enough when there are two of you but a woman on her own.........?

Still, it was the only thing that I really knew much about. Right from a child, farming had been in my blood. I thought that it would be something that Nat and I had in common, something that we could talk about other than his crazy notions.

You may wonder why I kept talking to him. I did so myself when he wasn't there but as soon I saw him it was just something I was drawn to do. A sort of magnetism, you might say. If I am honest with myself, I liked him. He was the first man that was ever interested in me as a person.

"So, how is it running an apple farm on your own?" I questioned.

He laughed, "I don't. I don't have a farm, I has an orchard.

"I'm not a farmer, I'm an orchardman; although some folks call me an orchardist, but that do sound a bit too fancy for me."

I laughed, "So, how is it running an orchard on your own?"

"I don't."

"What! You have a wife?" I said, not hiding my surprise.

"No, gawd bless you no, I has two younger brothers.

"But since you have asked, it's a darn sight easier than running a farm. At least I think so.

"The trees don't get upset if you turns up late to milk them. They just expects you to prune them and keep the pests away. Mind you, the harvest is duced hard work. You has to store all the apples in the barns wrapped snugly in straw. That way there are plenty for the folks in Bournemouth for the next year long.

"But as you are concerned at my lack of a wife not wife, perhaps you'd care to fill that role, Maidy," Nat concluded.

"Mummet!" I said.

He laughed.

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"I grant you, she is not bad looking for her age but she must be a cold fish in the bedroom. Otherwise why would Joe feel the need to run off like that," I overheard the landlord say to his wife.

The anger rushed through me but I controlled myself. It wasn't true; the bit about being a cold fish in bed, anyway. In truth, I quite enjoyed some of the strange things that my husband did to me but I knew that he didn't do any of them for my pleasure. Although I didn't care much for some of the other things, particularly the times when I was tied up, hurt or humiliated.

No, Joe left me because he wanted a new younger body to make use of. That was the truth of it.

What angered me most was the fact that I couldn't defend myself. To do so would mean telling what went on behind closed doors. No woman could discuss that, let alone admit that she enjoyed any part of sex at all.

From that day I made up my mind that the only escape from the gossip was to escape from the village.

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Am I being unkind when I say 'typical man'? When you don't want them to talk about something, they don't shut up. When you really need them to start a conversation, they talk about anything but that.

Nat asked me about my childhood, about the farm, what I liked to eat, anything but the wife not wife thing. Obviously, I couldn't bring the subject up, could I? I wasn't sure about it but I wanted to know more.

Finally, after two and a half weeks Nat asked me if I was happy.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"You know, with your life here behind that bar."

"It's not behind the bar that bothers me. It's what is said behind my back that riles me.

"You'd think that they'd have something better to talk about other than if I was a dutiful wife in the bedroom!" I exploded, saying more than I had planned.

"And we're you?" he asked gently.

I hesitated before saying, "I was, since you have asked."

"Did he appreciate it?"

"No, he just thought of me as his rightful possession."

There was a pregnant silence before Nat said, "I wouldn't take you for granted if you came home with me.

"I would love to have you as my wife not wife."

I smiled kindly before asking, "How exactly do you think that would work then?"

"Well, I know that I would have no hold over thee, neither would I want it.

"You would be free to say yes or no to any part of it at any time. Not just the tupping but anything in the home too.

"The orchard is far from anywhere so the gossip's words would count for nothing."

I asked, "I would have to do the household things?"

"Of course," he answered.

"What about the far...... I mean orchard?"

"No, but there is a kitchen garden that Gabe and Zeb tend. If thee wishes, you could help with that. They would still do the heavy bit but you could decide what they plant and when depending on what you likes to cook. Thee can cook, can't thee?" Nat asked, as if he'd suddenly realised that perhaps he should have asked it sooner.

"Yes, I can cook," I laughed.

"Thank goodness for that, none of us can.

"I would make sure that you have all the groceries that you need and I would let you have a little pin money for your own bits and bobs," Nat added.

I tutted, "I'm not after your money, I have my own that I will bring with me."

"No, I knows that and I'm not after no dowry neither but a woman needs things that a man don't.

"When thou says 'that I will bring with me', does that mean that the wind is turning in my direction?"

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"The Apple Man is giving me a lift to my new employment, he is going that way," I announced to the landlady as I was seated alongside Nat, with my solitary trunk in the back of the cart.

"Don't you wish to leave details of your whereabouts in case anyone asks after you?" she enquired, bitterly.

I just laughed as I said, "Who on earth would seek me that I would want to be found by?"

We headed northwards.

As the cart trundled onwards we talked and we laughed. We laughed and we talked.

"So, exactly what age are you?" I asked.

"One and forty years.

"And if I may be so bold as to ask, how old are thee thyself?" Nat replied.

"I suspect that you will be bolder than that at some point, Nathaniel but I am forty-five," I answered, with a grin.

He smiled, "A good age but I would have said younger."

"And your brothers?"

"Gabriel is Twenty and Zebedee, a bit younger."

"Oh!" I said, "I rather thought that they would be closer to your age."

"No, Gabe was born two years after father left. Mother said these things happen sometimes. Zeb followed eighteen months after."

Avoiding a more obvious question, I asked, "Has your mother been gone long?"

"We lost her about twelve years back," he answered, sadly.

"So, you've had to bring the boys up?"

"Yes, I've been an older brother, mother and father to 'em," Nat said, with a little pride in his voice.

"Mother not mother," I laughed.

"Aye."

"And Father not father," I added.

"As you say," he chuckled.

Something deep inside made me feel that I could put my trust in a man like this.

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I'm not sure what I expected but I didn't expect the house to be so perfect. Not too large but large enough and set in the centre of a vast well kept orchard. The barns that Nat had spoken about were set at a distance to the left. With the kitchen garden at the rear of the house and a clear fast flowing stream beyond that, the contrast to our old rundown farm was striking.

To be fair, the three brothers owned the orchard while we only ever rented the farm so their commitment to the property was understandable. Nevertheless, their love for the place shone in every detail.

Inside, the home was spotless. Somehow I had expected housework to be low on the priority list of men living with no female hand to guide them.

I was desperate to control my nerves as Nathaniel introduced me to Gabriel and Zebedee but I could tell that they were as nervous as I was. Politely, each of them shook my hand. It was obvious that they had been recently instructed on this unnatural, to them, formality. I can't imagine that, living so far from the nearest village, either of them had been called on to greet anyone in this manner before.

Gabe enquired, "What would you like us to call you?"

"Judith will do for a start but I will answer to most things if you're not comfortable with that," I laughed.

The two young men chortled at the joke which cracked the ice quite nicely.

"Now if one of you will show me what there is in the larder, I shall see what I can muster by way of a meal.

"When I'm about that, perhaps you fine looking gentlemen will unload my trunk from the cart and take it upstairs?" I said.

Nat looked pleased with the way things had started. He said, "Whilst you are doing all that I will see to the horse. He needs to eat too."

Never in my life had I seen such a well stocked store room. It had all manner of dry goods as well as fresh fruit and vegetables. There was milk, eggs, butter, pickled vegetables, game and two flitches of bacon not to mention a huge hunk of dry-aged beef and a great wheel of cheese wrapped in a cloth. Plus jar upon jar of clear honey in various shades of gold.

By early evening, we were enjoying, if I do say so myself, a fine rabbit pie.

The men admitted that they had tried to make pies before but each of them had been a disaster. I was pleased, pastry was one of my strong suits.

They all ate the meal with relish, which I took as a compliment. I liked both of Nat's brothers but I could sense that they were reserving their judgement on me. Don't misunderstand me, they were polite; almost too polite. I knew that I would have to work hard to gain their complete acceptance.

Once the meal was over, the three brothers sprang into action. The table was cleared and they commenced washing up. Like a well oiled machine, each went about his task. I tried to help but Zeb simply took me by the arm and eased me into an armchair. Placing a small glass of sweet cider into my hand, he said, "You have played your part, it is time for us to play ours."

Never in twenty-five years of marriage did Mr Yeo ever wash up; or do any sort of housework for that matter. It wasn't until everything was scrubbed clean and returned to its proper place, the floor swept and the range restored to its gleaming blackness that I was allowed to move.

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We spent a pleasant evening talking and joking. It was reassuring to learn that all three brothers shared the same sense of humour.

Eventually, Nat arose from his chair and started to turn down the gas lamps.

"Now off to bed with you two," he said.

Both young men grinned at each other but did as they were instructed.

Finally alone, Nat said softly, "We have made up the small room for thee. My room is across the hall, give it time and come to me only when thee feels ready. There is no rush."

"I think that I am ready now," I replied gently.

"Good," he responded.

Just like the rest of the house, Nat's room was clean and tidy. It contained the largest bed I had ever seen.

"Room enough for two?" he enquired.

I laughed, "I could get lost."

Nat sat on the bed and said, "I may be best if you got undressed now."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, "Is my trunk in the small room too, I don't see it in here? My nightdresses are in it!"

"That's a shame," he smirked.

I smiled, not knowing if he had planned things this way or not. As I started to unbutton my blouse, I asked, "Are you just going to sit there and watch?"

"Oh yes I surely am!"

I removed the blouse and then unfastened my long skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. I stepped out and bent down to pick up and fold both items. I laid them over a chair.

The same thing happened to my underskirt and stays.

I soon stood in just my stockings, garters and boots. Middle class women wore bloomers, I know, but I never had.

Putting one foot on the chair, I leaned forward to unbutton my boots.

"Leave 'em on!" said Nat, quietly.

"Leave them on?"

"Yes, they are so bright and shining and polished brown that it would be a pity to take 'em off."

Unsure, I said, "But I will have to leave my stockings on too."

"Another shame," he laughed.

I perched on the edge of the chair and waited, it felt slightly cold against my bare skin.

Slowly, Nat got to his feet, bent forward and undid his boot laces.

"Not leaving them on?" I enquired.

He just laughed as he kicked the boots off.

Slipping the bracers from his shoulders, he unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and threw it in the general direction that his boots had gone. The unbuttoning of his trousers made me draw a deep breath but their undignified removal made me laugh.

To add to the comedy, he swung them around his head like cowboy from 'Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show' before letting the trousers fly into the corner. I laughed; as much at his cock slapping from side to side as his lasso work. I was relieved to see that he had no need for knickers either, I should have felt awkward if he had.

Now naked, Nat took me by the hand and led me to the huge bed.

"Lay beside me, Maidy," he said softly.

I rested against him, my body in the crook of his arm. For minutes neither of us spoke or moved but then he whispered, "If you will be my wife not wife I will never harm thee or make thee do anything thou doesn't care for."

I replied, "As long as that is so, I will keep you as my husband not husband." And so, with our vows exchanged, we turned towards each other and for the first time in my life I was kissed passionately.

Nat lowered his face to my breasts and licked my left nipple, oh so gently. He gasped the whole tit tenderly and licked the firm brown bud more firmly this time. The taste must have been to his liking because he sucked upon it, both gently but with ardour. I could feel his hard cock against my leg so I reached down to stroke it lightly.

I don't know but it was as if this gave him permission to go further. Nat passed his hand over my stomach and pubic hair. As he teased a few strands between his fingers I spread my legs allowing him access to my fanny. Lightly, his thumb brushed over my intimate area and found the point where my buttocks began to part. Then he brought it upwards so that it sank into me.

Nat paused like that.

When he was content that I was ready, he began to work his thumb in and out with a gentleness I'd never known before. Sometimes deep but often just circling the outer regions. A whole universe of pleasure in such a confined area. I could have stayed in that wonderland forever but suddenly the thumb was withdrawn only to be replaced by two thick fingers.

What the thumb could do, the fingers trumped three fold. Deeper and wider but still with the same gentle care.

And then they found the usually secluded spot at the top of my fanny. The pressure was light but the explosion was mighty. I cried out as the lightning spread upwards, downwards and outwards through me, through my fanny and even through my bum hole. I shook like an Oak Tree in a hurricane.

"My God!" I cried, "Where did that come from?"

"It must have been hidden somewhere in thee," Nat laughed, "still I'm glad it found its way out."

I said, "So am I. Would you kindly fuck me now?"

"If thee insists, Maidy, but only if thee insists," he chuckled.

Without waiting for an unneeded answer, Nat eased himself on top of me and pulled my legs up so that my stockings rested on his chest and shoulders. Very gently he slipped into me. I was more than ready.

"Is that comfortable enough for thee?" he asked.

"Oh yes!"

Slowly he began to thrust into me. Gently increasing the pace as he sensed my pleasure building. With each withdrawal, Nat slightly changed the position of his hips to explore a new area of my fanny on every return pump. Occasionally, the toes of my boots tapped together behind his head.

I had know idea how long it had been since he was last in a woman but I could see from his face that he was desperately trying not to let himself go.

Suddenly, he gave up the struggle.

I was glad. At that moment, I wanted nothing more in the world than his spunk inside of me.

Wow! I never expected the copious volume. As Nathaniel tried to keep up his thrusting I could feel and hear it being forced out of me and splashing down my buttocks and bum crack.

Slowly, he came to a stop. Nat forced himself forward, nearly folding me in half, to kiss me full on the lips. At the same time I felt him flop out of me.

"Thank you, that was the best I've ever had," I told him, sincerely.

He laughed, "No need to pretend, Maidy, I can only ever give thee my best."

"No, there is no need for pretence between us. I have never known such a tender build up and such a delightful finish. You were wonderful," I said.

"I had a good teacher," he explained, with a little sadness in his voice.

I whispered, "Oh, did you?" hoping that he would say more, but he didn't.

As we lay in each other's arms in the middle of the huge bed, I said, "I think I'm ready for another fuck now."

Nat laughed loudly, "You may be indeed but I'm afraid my cock don't work like that.

"After a little sleep, I'm sure that he will be able to have another go."

It was my turn to laugh, "Well, you make sure you find some delightful way to wake me when he shows up again."

He did just that; twice.

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The sun was streaming through the yellow curtains when we awoke the next morning. I nearly panicked.

"We shouldn't be in bed this late in the morning," I chided Nathaniel.

He chuckled, "Why? This ain't a farm, the trees are going nowhere.

"Besides, I have told the boys not to expect us too soon. They knows what needs to be done."

Reassured, I rested in his strong arms for a while before saying, "Do you think that the boys will like me, given time?"

"Oh, Maidy, they likes thee well enough already but it will take a little time before they shows it."

"You says that thee likes 'em now but just wait until they starts to trick and tease thee. Thy tune may changed then."

"No I won't, I am quite looking forward to them treating me as if I were their big sister or maybe even their mother," I laughed.

"Well, maybe sister not sister or perhaps mother not mother," Nat chuckled.

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When we emerged into the kitchen I coloured up a little as Gabriel and Zebedee got their smirking over with.

The boys had worked hard to prepare a lavish fried breakfast. When I complimented them on their efforts they both good naturedly expressed the hope that it would be the last time that they had to do it. I told them that it would be.

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The next few days soon developed a reassuring rhythm. In the mornings I took care of the house tasks while the brothers performed all that the orchard required. After lunch the four of us tended the kitchen garden for an hour or so until I went off to prepare the evening meal.

At night Nathaniel and I shared the bliss of that giant bed.

That was until he had to go off and take the apples to Bournemouth. I thought that my heart would break. I tried to persuade him that he should stay. For every reason I gave, he gave me two reasons why he had to go. In the end I knew he was right.

The days didn't change much other than the fact that Gabe and Zeb saw to the bees in Nat's absence. Each day they checked the skeps, they even allowed me to watch from a distance. I laughed when either one of them got stung. That was nothing compared to the howls from them the first time a bee took offence to me. It was painful but I felt that it brought the three of us closer.

The downside to this closeness was that slowly started to play little jokes and tricks on me. This started out as them playing on my ignorance of the world of apples. Often I would believe what they told me but sometimes I twigged, like when they tried to tell me that pears were old apples that had gone soft and saggy. Their favourite trick was to sneak up behind me in the kitchen and move things. I'd spin around looking for something that I had just put down.

They realised that I had now somehow developed a fear of black and yellow insects. I lost count of the number of times I had a leaf or twig dropped on my head in the garden. They would shout 'bee' or 'wasp' and then roll about laughing when I started waving my arms about.

Still, in truth, I quite enjoyed their playfulness.

What I didn't enjoy was the nights without Nathaniel. I longed for his weekly return and our tender reuniting.

He would ask me how the boys had behaved in his absence and would roar with laughter as I recounted their antics.

"I told thee that they can be a handful," he said.

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After his fourth or fifth trip, he asked after Gabe and Zeb's conduct in his absence.

"Well, I don't know if I should tell you this but, as we were working in the kitchen garden yesterday, one of the little blighters patted me hard on the backside and they both ran away laughing," I said.

"And what did you do?" Nathaniel laughed.

I had to laugh, myself, as I said, "Nothing, by the time I saw them again I just pretended to forget about it."

"If it offends thee, I will chastise 'em."

"No, please don't do that. It was nothing really and I don't want to lose their trust," I pleaded.

He chuckled, "Mind you, I can't blame 'em, when I was their age I had quite a fancy for a nice well rounded rump.

"Now I think on it, I still has."

And as if to prove the point, Nat bent me over the bedroom chair and gave me a good seeing to.

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Each time he prepared for his treck to Bournemouth, Nat would ask me if there was anything that I wanted brought back. Anything for myself that was; I always gave him a list of things that were needed to supplement the larder. I could never think of anything that I required. Nevertheless, he always brought back some womanly thing for me; not necessarily what I would have chosen but I appreciated the thought.

In answer to his latest enquiry about events during his absence, I replied, "Don't get upset but while I was pulling up some carrots one of the naughty buggers whipped my skirt up over my back and then ran off and left me with my bare ass on show."

"Oh my!" said Nat, suppressing a filthy grin, "What did you do?"

"Nothing, I knew that they must be hiding and watching so I just carried on pulling carrots until the skirt worked its way down."

"I suppose it were bound to happen. They are of an age when they should be sowing their wild oats and there is no woman for miles around."

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"Not if you don't. But if you do, I'll take a strap to 'em."

"No, don't do that. As you say it's only natural. I don't mind but I was worried in case it upset you."

"It would never upset me. I'm fond of them and I wouldn't begrudge them anything."

"That's alright then, isn't it?" I said.

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I felt that it was almost inevitable, but it took longer than I thought it would; several weeks in fact. The kitchen table is quite vast and I have to reach to wipe the centre of it. As I was stretching one morning I felt one of the boys bump against my backside. It was obvious he had something hard in his trousers.

I resisted the urge to react quickly, instead I slowly said, "If that thing is bothering you why don't you just go off into a barn and take yourself in hand?"

"I can't, I don't want to go blind," came Gabe's voice. He was still pressed against me.

"Who told you that you'd go blind?"

"Teacher, she said if we played with ourselves we'd go blind."

I was shocked. "You went to school? I thought that the nearest village is four miles away," I exclaimed.

Gabriel replied, "It is that and more. We walked there and back each day."

"And you've never played with yourself?"

"Nat said we always had to do as the teacher said."

It was then that I pushed back and turned around.

"Gabriel, drop your trousers and show me the problem," I instructed.

He did as he was told. As he stood there with his trousers around his ankles the poor boy's penis was as hard as a pump handle and was throbbing gently.

"You've never wanked off?" I asked gently.

"No Judith, never," he replied.

Sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, I reached out and placed my hand around the shaft.

"I won't go blind, will I?" he mumbled.

I smiled, "No, it doesn't count if a woman does it for you."

Gabe closed his eyes as I moved my hand up and down slowly. After no more than half a dozen strokes, I slipped my free hand under his heavy bollocks and the young man gave up years of frustration in one go.

He spurted so hard, fast and high that some spunk hit my ear as I tried to avoid getting splashed in the face.

"Thank you, thank you," said the young man.

"Where is Zeb?" I asked, "I need to have a word with him."

"He is turning apples in the small barn," Gabe replied.

"Right, get yourself cleaned up and then fill the kitchen water butt for me, will you?"

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"Of course I'm not annoyed," said Nat. He had returned earlier that day but I had waited until we were nearly undressed for bed before confessing.

He went on, "Having them de-spunked like that means that they won't be tempted to wander off who knows where and not come back. I hoped that thou might do it but I wasn't ever going to ask thee to, was I?

"All the same, whatever thou chooses to do for 'em, it may be best if they don't know that I knows about it. If they did, they may take other liberties on the strength of it and I would never keep a bridle on 'em after that, would I?" Nat added.

For some reason, known to only him, Nathaniel had me demonstrate exactly how I had taken care of Gabe and Zeb. Because he had more recently been 'de-spunked', as he called it, his range and power wasn't quite as great as theirs had been but he still managed to get it all over my tits.

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Despite Nathaniel's assertions, apple trees do not care for themselves. True, there is no early morning milking, shearing or lambing to be done. I learned so much in a short time. The lads were so proud of everything in the orchard.

Evidently, Brownlees Russets are best tasting but Lord Burleigh's keep better. They told me about keeping the pests away too.

"How come you know so much about apples?" I asked Gabe, instantly realising that I already knew the answer.

"From Nat, he knows everything about them," he replied.

I smiled proudly, "He's very clever."

"In some things," laughed Gabriel, "but if he'd gone to school he would know more."

"He didn't go to school? I thought that he was keen that you both got an education," I said.

"Can't you tell? He wishes that he didn't but he mostly still uses the old ways of talking, or mixes the two up in funny ways."

"But I like the way he talks!" I exclaimed.

We carried on scraping up the fallen apples and those small ones that had been picked to allow the others to thrive. They were dropped into medium sized barrels. I know that I didn't have to help in the orchard but if I had nothing else to do, I often did.

"How long will it take Zeb to get back from the Pigman's place?" I asked. Evidently, we let the 'Pigman' have all of the substandard and fallen apples, in return he gave us pork and bacon. Eating apples makes the meat taste sweeter.

"Why don't you just keep pigs of your own? They could eat the apples straight from the ground. It would save picking them up," I enquired.

Gabriel laughed out loud, "For two reasons. The Pigman's pigs would have nothing to eat. But more important, Nat has a mortal fear of pigs. He won't have them near him."

"Oh!" I said.

"But don't tell him that I told you, will you? He'd skin me."

It was getting hot now so Gabe said that we should take a break. He retrieved the enamel water jug from the shade of a tree. He handed it to me and I took a deep swig. As I gave back to him, Gabe threw some water at me and ran off laughing.

"You little bugger!" I screamed as I chased after him. A sudden breeze took my straw hat clean off my head. I had to change direction to retrieve it.

It came to rest on top of a great pile of apple tree branches left from pruning. Leaning over, I cautiously reached to grab my bonnet.

Without warning, Gabe appeared behind me. In one movement he lifted my skirt and pressed his hard bare cock against the crack of my ass. I should have been shocked but I wasn't.

Parting my feet slightly, I pushed back against him. He may have expected me to turn around and wank him off again but instinctively he grasped this opportunity. Gabe had his stiff young prick in his hand and was trying to encourage it into my fanny.

"Bend your knees and come upwards," I urged.

That's just what he did. It slid in with just the slightest of resistance. Without any pause Gabe started to hump me. There was no subtlety, just a raw unpractised lust that I found strangely stimulating.

By the time my juices were flowing fully he had unloaded into me with a cry like a pained animal.

"Sorry," he said as he pulled out of me, "you won't tell Nathaniel, will you?"

"No, don't worry there is no need for him to know.

"That is as long as you behave yourself," I laughed.

"I will, I will behave, I promise."

"Right, from now on, if you want to do that again you must always say 'May I?' before you lift my skirt. The other thing is, I want to be able to tell Nat that I've never seen either of you doing anything rude, so you must only do it just like you did then. Is that clear?" I instructed.

"Yes Judith, I will do as you say. Yes, thank you very much. Yes."

"Now get me out of this pile, and get my hat back for me, there's a good lad."

Once Zebedee returned, we removed the empty barrels from the wain and loaded the full ones on.

"Gabriel said, "I will take this last load to the Pigman.

"Zeb, come and get the gate for me."

His younger brother looked a little puzzled. Not just because Gabe hated going to the Pigman's but also because he himself had never ever needed anyone to get the gate for him.

Nevertheless, he hopped up beside his older brother.

As they trundled off down the long winding track to the orchard gate, I could see Gabe talking frantically while Zeb sat in stunned silence.

I turned and returned to the house to prepare the evening meal.

It was a full half-hour before Zebedee eased himself into the kitchen. He wandered around and moved a few things, sat on a chair, got up and wandered around again. Then he sat down before rising and wandering about a bit more.

Zeb doesn't have the same forward nature as Gabe, he is more of a follower. In the end, I had to put the poor boy out of his misery so I bent fully over the kitchen table and just stayed there until a voice behind me said, "May I please Judith?"

"Yes, go ahead," I replied.

The young man lifted my skirt high over my back and head so that I couldn't see what he was about to do.

After a bit of fumbling, he pressed his hard cock into the crack of my bum and started to hump.

"No, wait," I said gently, "if you carry on like that there will be a calamity."

He stopped and I reached between my legs. Grasping the head of his dick, I guided him into my still moist minky.

"Slowly at first!" I instructed.

He went slowly but not for long. He was soon hammering away like his life depended upon it. Then he exploded in me with so much pent up frustration that I cried out, "Yes, yes, that's a good boy."

As he flopped out of me Zeb bent down to retrieve his trousers from around his ankles. I don't know if it was embarrassment or the fear that he may be in trouble but he started to make a bolt for the kitchen door.

"Zebedee!" I shouted, "My skirt, if you please?"

"Oh, sorry Judith. I forgot, sorry," he said as he returned and smoothed my clothing back into place.

"Has Gabriel told you the rules?" I asked.

"Sorry, yes, yes. You are not allowed to see me doing you. You won't tell Nathaniel as long as I am good.

"Sorry, and I must ask first before I tupp you.

"Oh, and I must put your skirt down afterwards but Gabe didn't tell me about that part."

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"And the following day, they both did it again but one straight after the other this time. I'm not sure who went first," I told Nat, as we lay in

bed together.

"You see, I told you that they would come to love thee as much as I do," chuckled Nathaniel.

I laughed as I replied, "That is the first time that you have spoken of love."

"I thought it was obvious," he said, looking a little confused

"It may be obvious but a woman likes to hear it professed from time to time."

"Ah," said Nat.

I was certain that he would want to tupp me straight away, in the same way as the boys had done, but instead he spent a long time gently exploring my fanny with his fingers.

Only after I had been struck by the lightning and been shaken by the hurricane did he roll me on top of him. I lifted myself upwards enough for Nat to guide his veiny cock into me.

Interlocking our fingers, he pushed me upright into a good riding position. I could feel his balls nestled under my bum before I started to rise and fall. If me crashing down on his bollocks each time was causing him any discomfort it wasn't showing on his face. All I could see was the welcome look of lust.

As I rode on, his face changed to that of a man trying not to let go. This only encouraged me to ride harder.

"It's a shame that the boys will never see my tits jump like this," I said, knowing full well what the effect would be.

"Arhhhh! That ain't fair!" he shouted as he bucked under me.

"No, but it made you spunk," I laughed, as I tried to keep riding. He used his superior strength to roll me off onto the huge bed.

We both lay there panting and laughing.

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After breakfast the next day, Nat told me, "Joe Yeo is back in Charlton Marshall now. He is working on someone else's farm for day wages.

"He asked me where I had taken thee to. I said somewhere up north."

"It is a matter of no importance to me," I said.

"Emily Eves did leave him for a sailor but not before she near beat him to death with a walking stick while Joe were sleeping," he added.

"I couldn't care less."

"I knows that, but I have hid all the walking sticks in the house, just in case you gets any ideas," Nat laughed.

I laughed too, "Don't you worry, I will find one should I need it."

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After the harvest season there is little to do in an orchard or a kitchen garden. The fruit is stored away and what vegetables that can be pickled are pickled.

Winter slowly approached Christmas and a new year.

1913 had begun badly for me but was ending so well. I had no idea what 1914 would bring for us. Nevertheless, I couldn't imagine that anything would disturb our perfect life here in rural North Dorset.

At my age, I felt like the luckiest of women. I had a warm loving home with a full larder. I had nights of gentle loving passion and days of unplanned guilt-free quick fucking.

Sister not sister, mother not mother and above all wife not wife.