The woman, her husband, and the field guard

Жената, полјакот и нејзиниот маж

There was a meeting in the village to select a field guard. There was someone present from each household, but one man wasn't home, so his wife came in his place. She was fooling around with someone there who was supposed to be the field guard. And she and he agreed that on the following day he would come to her place and that they would have a good time and afterwards he would go to work.

When she returned home, the same evening her husband asked her:

"So tell me, wife, how did you select the field guard? What will he be paid? How long will he be here?"

"Well, husband, we agreed easily on a payment plan. He is going to fuck each man in turn, and we decided that since I was the only woman there from the village, he would begin with us, so you're first. And so, you should be here tomorrow morning."

And as had been agreed, the supposed field guard comes to screw the husband, but she gets ready for him to screw her instead. When he comes into the courtyard, she calls out to her husband:

"Hide yourself. I will turn my back to him and let him do it to me. Just so our turn passes."

She hides the husband under a mat. When the man enters, he feigns anger:

"Where is your husband?"

But she turns over and he begins to screw her. The husband was hidden under the mat under the bed. At one point, the field guard asked:

"And what is that, my dear woman, under the mat?"

"Oh that, that's the dog. He's very bad, so I put him under the mat so he wouldn't bite people."

A moment later, the husband began to bark under the mat. And that was it. Everything was finished - the field guard screwed the young woman and left.

Afterwards the husband says to his wife:

"Hey, wife, how did you happen to think of saying that it was the dog?"

She answered him:

"Brains, dear husband, brains.”

And then she asks him:

"And you, husband, how did you think of barking?"

He replies:

"Brains, dear wife, brains."

Kiril Penushliski. Macedonian erotic folktales
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