J T Watson

The farmer_s naughty wife

CHAPTER ONE

"The bus will be ten minutes late, Mrs. Bowers." Judy Bowers gave the ticket taker a look of disgust and walked back to her seat. She was getting tired of this town. She was tired of busses being always late, of never having anything to do, of seeing nothing but cows all day long.

She sat down and crossed her long legs. She was aware of the stares she was getting. She had always been glad when her body was appreciated. She'd always had real pride in her shoulder-length auburn hair, her firm, proud tits, and her slender waist.

But in this small town there were few men who were worth looking at and who could appreciate her. Before she had married Bill she'd always had dozens of admirers. But she had fallen for Bill's dark good looks in a big way.

How the hell could she have known that Bill wanted to be a farmer?

"A farmer," she said out loud.

Anyone near her could have heard the bitterness in her voice. Bill wanted to milk cows and feed chickens and work his ass off all day long. He was always too tired for anything she wanted to do.

They had only been married six months and she still wanted to see things, to have a good time. Why couldn't Bill understand that she didn't want to be a farmer's wife?

At least for the next couple of weeks she could have a better time. She turned her thoughts to more pleasant things as she remembered her cousin Randy and the good times they had had together.

She was twenty-two and Randy was a year older but they'd always been good friends. She hadn't seen him in a couple of years but she knew that the service and his tour in Viet Nam wouldn't have changed him.

Randy was a strong boy who was always laughing, and Judy knew they would be able to have a few good times together before he was due back to camp. She wondered why he had chosen to visit her instead of going home on leave but perhaps he had his own reasons.