The Country Girl

What happened on my wedding night gave our family a closeness that few others had in my opinion. Despite our best efforts we were unable to have children, but Bryn and Teresa had four. However, pregnancy did not suit her, and sex was the first thing to suffer. She told me this over too much wine one night before looking me in the eye and saying

"It would be a real help if you could, errr, look after Bryn occasionally Shuv. I know you enjoyed your wedding night and he's even more horny now, he needs some relief and it's just too uncomfortable for me at the moment. I have tried sucking him off but it's not the same. I know you see other men anyway and I don't think Keiron has found out yet, and at least with Bryn you would be keeping it in the family. Please Shuv, if he doesn't get some proper sex soon, I don't know what he'll do. I don't think he'd have an affair, but I don't want to risk it. If you helped us, he wouldn't need to."

I was dumbfounded. I could see her point and there was no doubt that the sex on my wedding night had been amazing and I'd love to fuck Bryn again. Then there was the implied threat. They knew about my affairs - she saw me with a guy and I was forced to confess - and knew that Keiron didn't. If I refused would they tell him? Did I want to risk that? I said I'd think about it and changed the subject. We lived quite close and I had taken to going over to see her on Wednesday afternoon as school finished early. I really hadn't made my mind up what to say to her as I knocked the door the following week. She didn't answer it though, Bryn did. He ushered me inside, took my coat and bag, took me up to the bedroom and fucked my brains out for an hour. After the first assault when I was still half dressed, so desperate was he to get his cock up me, he stripped me and fucked me in every position he knew, his hands and mouth never far from my tits as he told me how much he had enjoyed fucking me on my wedding night. When I knocked the door that afternoon, he had assumed I'd agreed and didn't give me the chance to argue. When I finally made it back downstairs on unsteady legs Teresa was sitting drinking tea. As she poured Bryn and I a cup she said

"Well, it sounded like you two enjoyed that! I thought the ceiling was going to come down! Thanks, Shuv, I knew I could count on you, and you can count on us to be discrete"

She then started to talk about some TV show she had been watching while her husband was fucking me as if nothing had happened. We drank our tea, chatted about the TV, the weather and the pregnancy before they showed me out with a cheery 'see you next week' ringing in my ear. Next week at 15:30 I was knocking on their door as usual, having convinced myself that what happened the previous week was a one off. Not a bit off it. A gleeful Bryn opened the door and dragged me inside, through the lounge, where I got a friendly 'hello Shuv' and a wave from Teresa who was lying on the sofa. As he pushed me up the stairs his hands were up my skirt and my knickers were off before I reached the bedroom. One inside he pushed me onto the bed on my knees, my skirt was pushed up around my waist and he was inside me seconds later fucking me like a jackhammer from behind, all brute force and sheer power as I quickly reached my first orgasm of many. When he finally pumped what felt like a pint of spunk in me, he collapsed on top of me, muttered his thanks, telling me how he had been thinking about me all week - well, thinking about fucking me that is! We didn't do it every week but probably three out of five until the baby was born six months later. And did the same again for the next three children. No wonder they always told the kids I was the best aunty!

If Keiron suspected anything he never said so, not about that arrangement or any of my affairs. Maybe he recognised that for me it was just sex. It was like opening a door and going into a room and leaving behind anything that happen inside that room when I left it. That was how I coped with being abused by Denis and it was how I treated sex with anyone but my husband.

As I said at the beginning of this tale, the remoteness of where I grew up seems to have taken over a part of me, like there are two Siobhan's. The modern, cultured teacher and the Irish peasant girl. The peasant is sexually acquiescent, available to any man that has power over her and the modern Siobhan is ashamed of her, so she locks her and her deeds away.

Or maybe I'm just a slut without a conscience. Who knows.