J Watson: The farmer_s naughty wife

"I'm sure you want to change out of that uniform," she said. "I'm just going to help Trish get supper."

"I thought you didn't like to cook," he said.

"I don't," she admitted, "but sometimes I help."

"Are you sure you just don't want to be up here alone with me?"

His voice was low key and she couldn't tell if he was teasing or not. She decided to treat it lightly.

"Of course not," she said. "I don't have anything to be frightened of."

"I don't know about that," he said. "It's been a while since I was alone in a worn with a pretty woman like you."

"Quit your teasing," she said.

"I'm not teasing, Judy," he said. "I do think you're pretty. I always have."

She felt a little chili as she faced him. Suddenly they weren't teasing each other any more. She had always wondered about him. She was curious about the way his hard body would feel paused against hers. She realized she was about to find out as he approached her.

"Bill's downstairs," she warned.

His arms went around her back and pulled her closer to him. She could smell his aftershave. She felt a little weak.

"I want to kiss you, Judy."

"I'm a married woman," she said weakly.

He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. He pressed his tongue against her mouth and she opened her lips almost without realizing what she was doing. His probing tongue was fiery as it probed her mouth.

"No!" she said, pushing him away.

"Why not?" he asked.

"It's not right," she said. "This isn't funny any more. I'm your cousin and a married woman."

"A beautiful married woman," he said. "A woman who needs to be kissed and kissed hard."

This time his lips were brutal as they pressed against her own.

She pressed against his chest with the flat of her hand but she didn't seem to have the strength to push him away. His broad hand dropped from her back to gently stroke the cheeks of her ass.

She felt a shiver of excitement go through her as his hand caressed her ass-cheeks. She remembered the fantasies she'd had when she had been younger. The fantasies had always involved Randy, but he had never known.

Now she really was getting kissed and caressed by her cousin, and she found reality was as much fun as her fantasies had been. But she had to stop him. She couldn't allow him to go on.

His hand dropped even farther and then came back up her silken thigh underneath her skin. She felt his hand on her panties and then one finger was probing between her thighs.

"You're so nice and soft," he whispered into her ear. "I've always dreamed about touching you. About your touching me right here."

He took her hand and pressed it against the stiffness between his legs. She knew she should tear her hand away and slap his face. Instead she found herself massaging his prick until she thought his prick was about to bunt from his trousers.

"Take it out," he told her. "Take my cock out and show me how much you want it."

She couldn't help herself. His finger was starting fires between her thighs that she couldn't control. She wanted to be naked and she wanted his big cock inside of her cunt.

"Oh Randy," she moaned. "We've got to stop. We've got to stop."

But even as she was talking she was unzipping his trousers and reaching inside for his stiff prick.

Her fingers circled around his hot cock-flesh. He gently bit the lobe of her car as she withdrew his trembling staff from his trousers.

"Oh Randy," she moaned as the head of his rock-hard cock rubbed against her thigh. "We do have to stop."

He lifted her up. His lips bruised her as he carried her to the bed. He pushed her on her back and she looked up at his quivering prick.

It was the only prick she'd ever seen besides her husband's, and even in the heat of passion she ins curious about it. Randy's prick was bigger and broader than her husband's cock. The cock-head was larger and blood-red and there were little blue veins.

"Touch my cock some more," he said.

She put her hand to his hot prick-stick. He guided the movements of her hand. She masturbated his prick until a little drop of pearly white appeared on the end of his prick.

"You really are beautiful," he said.

She looked down at herself and saw that her skirt had risen up above her thighs. Hews looting at the curling auburn hairs peeping from the bottom of her panties. She blushed red and tried to put her skirt down.

He took her hand and placed it back on his cock. Then he pulled her skirt up so that her panties were plainly visible. He licked his lips.

"I bet you've got a hot cunt," he said. "I always thought you'd have a hot cunt."

He touched her pussy, and she trembled all over. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her. Her skin was tingling with heat. She pulled him closer so that his cock was inches from her naked thighs.

"What do you want?" he asked.

She looked into his face and she knew what he wanted her to say. She had never said anything like that even to her husband. There had been a few times she had wanted to, but she was afraid that Bill would think less of her.

She knew that Randy would never think less of her.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "I want to feel your huge cock in my pussy!"

Her words excited her as nothing had before. Her pussy was hot and dripping juice and she needed his big cock to ease the ache of her loins.

"Well, well, well," Trish said from the doorway. "Isn't this something."

Judy blushed red and jerked her skirt down.

Randy very casually put his cock back into his trousers. At that moment Judy hated Trish and the smug smile on her face.

"I just came to tell you both that supper was on the table," Trish said. "I am sorry I broke things up."

"You didn't break anything up," Judy said quickly. "We ware just talking about old times."

"Sure," Trish shrugged. "But you'd better stop talking for a while because Bill is on his way in."

Judy found herself pawing angry. She didn't know how much Trish had witnessed but it was enough for Trish to keep wearing that smug smile.

"You'll call my husband Mr. Bowers," Judy remarked.

"Sure," Trish said. "Sure, Mrs. Bowers. Anything you say."

Trish was still wearing that know-it-all smile as she left the room. Judy had a sinking feeling. What if Trish should tell Bill what she saw?

Randy didn't seem to be worried, but then Randy had never seen Bill angry before.

Judy didn't enjoy her evening meal. She hardly tasted the food for worry about Trish. The blonde-headed girl gave no indication that she was going to say anything about what she'd seen, but Judy understood the smug looks that Trish kept giving her.

Randy didn't seem to be worried. He ate his meal hungrily and his eyes were just as hungry as he watched Trish move toward the table.

Judy had a flash of jealousy as she saw the interest in Randy's face. Just a few minutes before he had been about to fuck her, but now it seemed as if he had lost all interest in her.

Judy couldn't help the jealously she felt over the innocent-faced girl with the large titties, just as Judy couldn't help the aching between her thighs. Randy had started fires in her that she needed to have put out or she'd be ready to rape somebody.

"That was fine," Bill said, pushing away from the table. "I'm going upstairs."

"All right, dear," Judy said.

As soon as Bill was out of the room, Randy moved closer to her. She felt his hand on her knee. Again she felt weak.

"No," she said, pushing his hand away. "I was weak upstairs. It can never happen again."

"No," Randy said. "Why not?"

"Because it can't," Judy said.

She got up and pushed his hand away. Trish was standing near the sink with the smug look still on her face. Judy decided to have it out with her.