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'I had always loved the taste of bacon, but this was an altogether different way of sampling pig meat-and it agreed with me.'
I had certainly said things I had regretted, but that comment about pigs was one I just could not get out of my head.
Here we were on a farm, working hard, trying to make ends meet, and he had the temerity to tell me that?
Then a very bad thought popped into my head. What if he were to walk into the barn one day, and I actually was sleeping with pigs? And by sleeping, I meant fucking. Yes, I wanted to see that look on Mark’s face when he was confronted by the sight of me having sex with a pig.
And so one day, when Mark was out in the fields tending to the cows, I slipped into the barn, wearing only my dressing gown.
There they were. Our two boars we had given the names of Mork and Brute. Huge, pink, round, fleshy, snorting, oinking animals.
Not fit to sleep with pigs Mark my dear? We'll see about that.
I left the barn door open-I wanted Mark to find us-then slipped my dressing gown off, letting it fall to the straw covered floor.
The cool breeze hit my skin as both pigs raised their heads in curiosity. They were familiar with me, I had fed them multiple times, but they could sense something was different, now the farmer’s wife was showing off her sex flesh.
COLLAPSE
