Oh mеrcy, I'm dyig for grapes!
There once was a husband and his wife, and they were very poor. One day the wife got a yen for grapes. However, they had no money to buy them. Then a thought came to the woman and she said to her husband:
"Husband, go and steal the grapes! Take a basket and set off. The vineyard keeper is there. You watch out and avoid him. Oh mercy, I'm dying for grapes!"
Well, the husband didn't want to pick grapes in such a thieving fashion at all. However, his wife gave him a hard time, and so he set off. He walked and walked, and came to the vineyard. And no sooner did he begin to pick grapes than the keeper grabbed him by the neck.
"What are you doing here?"
"Eh, I want to pick some grapes."
The keeper took the grapes away from him. He didn't care that the keeper took the grapes, but he threatened to reprimand him at the station. He fainted from fear. So he released him. The man returned to his wife without grapes, without the basket. His wife greeted him. And when she saw that he had no grapes, she began to scream and shout at him. And then she grabbed a stick and began to hit him. Although the man was frightened of his wife, he was more afraid that the keeper would notify the station. The wife had no patience and said:
"Husband, you’ll stay here and watch the house and children, and I'll go gather the grapes and return with them. And then you'll see which one of us is more capable -- me or you!"
So she set off, slowly, slowly. The keeper was walking by. And she, without a moment's hesitation, went up to him and began pinching him, and fondling him. Well, at that he got horny. He led her into the vineyard. He stuck it in her and got going -- once, twice. Fucked her real well. And then he himself filled the basket with the most beautiful grapes. And she returned home, happy, joyful.
"Hey, husband, eat your heart out, do you see what grapes I've brought? But you're not good for anything!"
And they sat, ate. She got the urge again the next day. Again she set off. The keeper began to jump for joy when he saw her again:
"Ah, have you come again, dear? Have you got a taste for grapes again?"
"Yes, I've come. My husband sent me. He really liked the grapes."
And he laid her again. Fucked her real well. Again he gave her grapes. So the woman cleaned up. However, one day her husband figured out that the whole business was fishy. He said to himself, "Ah, damn her! I went once and no sooner did I enter than the keeper grabbed me. How is it that my wife has gone ten times already, the keeper doesn’t catch her, and she returns with the most beautiful grapes. Hm, I'd better watch her now."
And again she set off. And he followed, followed after her, but he kept himself hidden so his wife didn't see him. They came to the vineyard. But the keeper was lying down, sound asleep. And she went up to him and began to caress him. He woke up.
"Aha, have you come again, my little dove?"
Now what needs to be done will be done. But the husband followed her. About a hundred yards away from the vineyard there was a large tree. So her husband climbed up the tree, so he could watch everything that was going on.
When the keeper woke up, he had a huge erection, and not waiting a second, he pumped her at once. However, she didn't want to and said, "Hey, hey, not right away! First let's gather grapes and then we’ll do it.
The keeper agreed. They went off, gathered grapes. Then the keeper said to her:
"Hey, woman, we've tried it every way, but we still haven't tried it donkey fashion. Now let's do it like donkeys! Go there by that tree. I'll tie you. And then I'll stand behind." She agreed. And just as he began to tie her up and stick it in her, he happened to look up into the tree. Who should he see there -- her husband! With that, he ran off. And she, the wife, took a handful of grass and began to shout, "Hey, donkey, donkey, donkey!"
He didn't turn around. Again she called:
"Hey, donkey!"
And her husband answered from above:
"Hey, wife, he's screwed a golden cunt, and you expect him to come back for a handful of grass!"
Kiril Penushliski. Macedonian erotic folktales