ANOTHER BORING SATURDAY AT THE FARM SHOP
It was true, now with both of us rapidly approaching fifty years upon this planet, Jonathan and I HAD drifted into the usual long time married ‘rut.’ Everything had settled into a state of purely being ‘normal’ and staid, our ‘love-life’ as it was, had become, well to be totally honest, stale. We’d been married for over twenty years, the kids had become legal adults by now, indeed our son Mikey had left the family ‘nest’ and formed a home of his own. And, although our daughter Brittany still lived with us, she’d gone on a three-week trip to the States, to stay with my parents as Jon and I woke up on that Saturday morning. Which as we did so, we assumed would be like any other first weekend day, a trip to the local farm shop, to buy some, good quality it has to be said, home grown produce for the Sunday roast, and then another boring afternoon, half sleeping and half watching some ‘tack’ on the T.V.
It hadn’t always been like this. We’d met in our very early ‘twenties,’ when my ‘Pop,’ Eddie, had been serving in the United States Air Force, and was based in England for a while. I’d met Jon down, what you English call the ‘pub’ one Friday night, and it all went from there. Rather quickly if I remember correctly. And, in those days, I was quite a ‘looker’ believe me, as was my Jonathan. We hit it off straight away, it certainly wasn’t long before we ‘hit the sack,’ and in some style. Jon certainly knew what he was about in bed, oh yes, I’ve plenty of VERY fond memories of those early days. One thing I certainly DO remember clearly from that time was how to turn Jon on, he most definitely could NOT resist me if I had placed my legs into a set of sheer nylons, together with a lacy and sexy garter belt, items known as stockings and suspenders to you Brits of course!
Within two years of meeting each other we married, with me staying in England when my parents returned to America, after my father’s ‘tour of duty’ here came to an end. Believe me Jon’s family and good set of friends made me most welcome here, really helping to prevent ‘homesickness’ overtaking me, and greatly assisting me to settle into the role of an English ‘housewife.’ Jon had a good job, earning decent money, so we were able to buy a home of our own, just as well when first Mikey and then Brittany appeared on the scene.
Naturally said ‘appearance’ did dampen our sex life somewhat, limiting the opportunities to indulge in rampant sexual activities for one thing, although the love between us never died. I still loved Jon with all my heart, as he did me; and it NEVER even occurred to me to betray my wonderful man, for some other male cock. But as I said earlier, we’d somehow got stuck in a ‘rut.’ What we needed was a ‘spark,’ something to fully ignite our passions for one another, passions that WERE still there but somehow had become rather dormant. Just like a volcano that hadn’t erupted for quite some time, I guess.
When we both awoke on THAT Saturday morning, neither of us had any idea whatsoever, that THIS would be the day where said ‘spark’ was going to occur. As usual, having been to the bathroom I went to the kitchen to prepare Jon’s weekly ‘treat,’ which I believe is known as a Full English Breakfast. I mean, just how unhealthy is all that fried food? But I did allow him to enjoy it, which he did with relish, ONCE a week. Every other day he ate healthily, some good muesli or cereal, but as I say I allowed him one ‘full fat’ breakfast a week. So, into the pan went some bacon, a sausage or two, mushrooms, baked beans and fresh tomatoes, to be followed later by a couple of fried eggs. With some toast, I drew the line at fried bread. No, naturally I didn’t eat such a source of pure fat and starch myself, a girl, especially one now within ‘middle age,’ has to look after her figure, you know!
While he ate the product of my hard work, together with a mug of tea, yes I had coffee, and a glass of fresh orange juice, Jon watched a preview of this weeks scheduled ‘football’ matches, known to me as ‘soccer,’ of course. I mean, just what idiot named Jon’s favourite game, where the players mostly use their feet to control the ball, instead of running with it in their hands, ‘FOOTball?’ Although, with the U.S. Ladies being SO successful at it, winning several ‘World Cups,’ I AM beginning to see the appeal! Breakfast and ‘soccer’ preview over, it was time to get washed and dressed, ready for our normal Saturday morning journey to the farm shop. Yes, as we did almost EVERY Saturday morning, yes, yes, I know, routine, routine, routine! But little did either of us know it at that moment, THIS morning was going to turn out to be VERY different from normal!
There was absolutely NO indication of this when we pulled up and parked. Emerging from the car, we entered the shop itself to make select our purchases, fresh meat and vegetables, yes the produce sold here is of excellent quality, that’s why we come here so often. Having paid for our goods, we received our first inkling that this would not be any ordinary day, as two stunningly sexy ladies, appearing to be around forty and both clad in VERY stylish leather suits featuring a short skirt, entered the building just as we were about to leave.
“Are you sure he’ll be alright, Ginny?” One of them asked, taking NO notice of Jon and I.
“Of course he will, Sherelle! He’s LOVING it, what a truly fantastic idea of yours!” Came the forthcoming reply from her companion. They headed into the café part of the complex.
It was when we were walking back to our car that we became aware of a commotion, with most of the people present woman, who were clearly excited about something. As we both continued towards our own vehicle, suddenly the cause of all of this ‘merriment,’ such as stares, ‘girlie’ giggles and other signs of sheer astonishment became crystal clear, and certainly took me completely by surprise!
A little bit in front of our car was an open top ‘Jeep’ type motor, with the top down. Nothing surprising about that, I’m sure you can all agree, it was Summer after all, and the sun was shining brightly. However, the main ‘roll bar,’ just behind the rear seats featured a rather, unusual and, how shall we put it, ‘interesting’ accessory!
In a spread-eagled manner, leather cuffs, which each featured a ‘D’ ring, around both of his wrists and ankles, padlocked to metal ‘loops’ welded to said bar; was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He also had a leather collar around his neck, and a small length of chain was also padlocked to another ‘D’ ring at the front of said collar, to another ‘ring’ mounted in the centre of the roll bar frame. However, as if that wasn’t unusual enough, he was VERY scantily clad, not far from being totally naked in fact.
All he was adorned in was a garter belt, holding up some VERY sheer nylons, and a pair of female satin panties, that really did struggle to contain his, quite impressive if I’m being honest, boner. I’m not completely certain, but I’m sure another pair of panties had been shoved into his month, something was inside there that’s for sure, and whatever it was had been tied to be held inside with a silk bondage tie.
Obviously, this Jeep belonged to one of those two leather clad beauties, as clearly did the young ‘gentleman.’ Judging by their conversation, my guess would have been that he was the ‘property’ of the lady called Sherelle, but I had no REAL evidence to substantiate that deduction! It simply seemed that way, maybe it was just simple female intuition.
However, a fact that WAS evident without ANY doubt whatsoever was that this young man within his present situation, had completely grabbed Jon’s FULL attention! And suddenly it hit me, perhaps right here and now was that missing ‘spark’ needed to ‘relight’ our sexual relationship, maybe it was time for ‘Mount Vesuvius’ to ‘erupt’ again?
“Well then Honey, as he seems to turn you on SO much, let’s go home NOW! Because then I’m going to PUT you into some of MY nylons, TIE you to OUR bed and subject you to MY desires for the rest of the day!”