Love over a Barrel

SERIES 3 EPISODE 1 DAY 7

Two servants (Jacqui and Ivor) make their way up the hill from Series 1 with a basket of food and drink. At the top, the Brigata are lying in the sun. The males only wearing braies and the females, very short chemises and gartered stockings. We pan around to show the location as the servants reach the summit and deposit the goodies.

Suddenly Dione (Elio) sits up “Ye have all enjoyed the morning sun, and the youngest of us seem especially renewed,” - the camera zooms in on Neifile (Christina) and Elisa (Hayley) - “but now is the time for tales. I very much enjoyed yesterday …”

We flashback to Monica’s cum stained face as she says “Ectoplasm”.

“… so I propose that we continue the theme of wives tricking husbands. Hopefully Filostrato can maintain the level of wit.”
Filostrato (Jason) stands up and yawns “Yes I have a tale, simple and amusing and maybe familiar, but it deserves retelling. In Naples there lived a poor mason and his wife …”

Peronella (Eva) kisses her husband goodbye as he leaves for work. We follow him outside the door into a deserted street where, in the shadows behind a barrel, we see another figure, Giannello (Elio), waiting until the other is out of sight. Petronella opens the door and with both of them looking around Giannello enters the house.

As soon as the door is shut, they pull off each other’s clothes. “Take me on the floor right here.” commands Peronella and they drop together. They engage in a crocodile’s **** roll as they kiss passionately. Eventually he ends on top, she spreads her legs, and they fuck noisily at an almost unbelievable speed. She beats him to orgasm, and he responds by cumming on her breasts.

The two lovers talk about how hard she has to work with her spinning as her husband‘s work is hit or miss and how lucky they are that he never returns until noon at the earliest. She also talks about her preference for sex around the household proclaiming that she finds using a bed to be unadventurous. They kiss vowing to meet the next day if possible.

The next day they are at it again with Giannello using Peronella as a wheelbarrow, holding her legs off the ground. Sometimes he is thrusting, sometimes they move in unison around on the bare boards of the house. She looks down at the floor and says “I really must scrub this, it is filthy.”
“Not as filthy as thee, my lover.” he replies.

There is a knock at the door. “Oh! That is the knock of my husband. Why is he back now.” They disentangle themselves and Peronella points to a large empty cask in a corner. They quickly dress: she in just a smock as befits her poverty and he in a simple tunic and shorts. She also fills a bucket with water and places a wet rag on the floor. Her husband, having understandably run out of patience, has started yelling. She makes a noise in response and comes towards the door clutching back and opens it.

“How now, wife? What took thee so long?”
“Husband, I had just started washing the floor as it was so dirty and I felt a pain in my back and it took me some time to recover. Why are you home so early?”
“Holiday.”
“I work so hard all day just to keep us fed with what little I earn from the spinning, which is probably the source of my injury. Meanwhile I know that many women around here are doing nought but entertain a lover - sometimes two or three - and yet I, a good wife, have to pawn my clothes while those other women mock me. Look at my filthy hands caused by going on all fours like a dog … erm … while you decide to take a holiday?” and she bursts into tears.

“There, there, my love. I forgot it was the Feast of San Galeone today and no-one is working. Not a soul could appreciate thy effort and thy virtue more than me. But I have good news; I have sold that cask over there for 5 whole florins.”
A recovering Peronella counters “Why, I have agreed to sell the very same cask for 7 florins and I did not even have to leave the house to do it. A man came around looking for spare barrels and he is inspecting it now. Up pops Giannello, like a jack-in-the-box, “7 florins is a lot for a barrel in this condition … oh, hello, thou art I presume this good lady’s husband.” He climbs out. “There are substances stuck in the barrel which I have tried to scrape off to no avail. I will only pay 7 florins if it be clean.”
“My husband will clean it. He has tools which he does not use. Pull it out of the corner into the light and I will direct him.”

After the cask is moved, the husband climbed in with a scraper and a small light, his wife bent over the top of it so she looked down on the mason. Giannello flips up her smock, rub his cock a bit and then enters her from behind.
“There’s some.” pointed Peronella to her husband “And there … oh … oh … I mean, ow! My poor back.” as her lover thrusts into her.”
“Take a rest, good wife.”
“No, I think my back is locked. This is such a pain in the … arse.” As if the danger was not enough, Giannello took this to be a hint and with his cock covered in fresh pussy juice and some of his own spit, he moves up a hole.
“Ow … ow!” this time genuine pain “Faster … you need to scrape faster … yes that’s right … **** it … clean me … I mean clean it “ as her free hand is frigging her cunt with some vigour. “Ow … ow … it’s cumming … I mean it’s coming … along nicely … oh … oh … oooh!” and she goes a bit limp.
“Wife, thou better lie down, thou art red of face.”

The potential cask purchaser pulls out his soaking cock and the sperm drips out her bumhole. He uses the rag to mop it up. She then falls to the floor and the worker announces that he has finished. He stands up in the barrel saying that it was really intense in there and asks for the rag to mop his brow. Giannello throws it to him and he wipes his forehead with it. When he brushes his hair back with his hand he feels the stickiness, exclaiming that the floor must be really dirty. The lover leaves to raise the money and returns with the 7 florins. He hands over the coins, leaving him almost penniless, to the husband whose hair is now spiked by the setting cream.

”Oh, I wish I could have seen his hair.” wishes Elisa.
“I wish I could have seen the wife’s face when she was over the barrel.” laughs Pampinea (Monica).
“I wish I could have seen them fuck.” enthuses Lauretta (Kate).
“Then you shall.” declares Filostrato, “Panfilo, get in the basket! Filomena, lean over it and I shall just position myself behind her. Perfect.” He places his hands on Filomena’s hips as she shouts
“Scrape … harder … harder” and indeed Filostrato is moving and the bulge in his pants is pressing against the barely covered mound of Filomena (Xenia). Suddenly a button flies off and Filostrato’s manhood bursts loose carrying a portion of the chemise into the entrance of her vagina. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens as the opportunist Panfilo (Ed) reaches up to kiss her, tongue first.