The priest who gave his wife a gold piece
Попот што ву дал на жену си лиру
Once a priest had the hots for a certain Stanika.
"Stanika, I'll come and sleep with you. Stanika, I'll come and sleep with you!"
"Listen, priest, leave me alone. I have a husband and children!"
"No, Stanika, I'm coming! I'll give you a gold piece."
"I don't need a gold piece. I don't want to do it." And she went and told the priest’s wife. The priest said this and that to me. Thus and so, this and that. The priest's wife said:
"Feel free to tell him to come this evening, and I'll go in your place."
The priest's wife went off, changed into Stanika's clothes, and lay there in the barn. The priest came.
"Stanika, Stanika! Are you there?"
"I'm here..." She couldn't talk too loud, she feared he would recognize her!
"Oh, you re so sweet, Stanika! My wife isn't any good, but you're so sweet."
And the priest's wife couldn't open her mouth to say anything; he would recognize her.
"Ooo, aah, Stanika, what a beautiful neck you have! What a this you have, what a that you have ..."
He tore everything off her! He gave her a gold piece, slippers, stockings, a ring. And Stanika stood over to the side. The priest's wife lay there, and then she changed places with her, so they went out. Stanika led him out from there. Then the priest's wife slowly and carefully sneaked out of the barn too. She got home in a spit! She got home and lay down. She lay there, and then he came in.
"Where can I lie down?"
"Lie wherever you want to, old man."
The next day, at dawn, the priest's wife got up, washed her face. She put on some make-up and powdered herself. She prettied herself up and combed her hair. She put the gold piece and necklace around her neck, put on the stockings. She folded the hundred or so bills into a wad and fastened them to her hair with a hairclip. She put on the slippers and poured water for him.
"Come on, old man, come wash up."
She poured water for him, and he looked at her, and looked, and looked, and looked. She said:
"Boy, what I earned last night! Stockings, a gold piece, slippers, and a necklace. I earned it all myself!"
He looked at her, and looked at her. Okay. He washed, went inside. And she went and got a stick from the children. I don't know how much she beat him.
"Wait, I'll give you another woman! Wait and I'll give you another woman! I'll give you Stanika!"
She beat him black and blue, and then left him alone. Then she said to her children:
"Children, you mind your own business, I'm going to beat him some more!"
Kiril Penushliski. Macedonian erotic folktales