A Barn Dance (part 4)

lightlance13 · 2024-02-11T16:47:10+00:00

"You can't drink if you're working," I replied a little callously which made him give me an irritated look. Sweat was pouring off his shirtless torso as he prepared to cut some corrugated metal with Kitty holding one end of the sheet. Dressed in her shorts and tank, I could see rivulets of moisture trickling between her heavy breasts but she still managed to look toward me with a smile. "Where you been all day?" she laughed. "I had to go into the city for some work stuff," I explained. "That's what Allison said," she replied, and as I considered the message, she added, "She said you were taking her to dinner." "That's right," I answered. The simple exchange let me know that my wife must have acted on my tease despite her negative reaction. I found it quite odd but also interesting and I hoped to learn more while appearing casual. Fortunately, the couple stayed on the subject. "She said you told her to check on things," Cole offered. "Yes, I was worried about the heat," I confirmed. "She brought us some water," Kitty responded. I nodded slowly, and then asked, "How long did she stay?" Something in my question made the two exchange glances but they recovered quickly and Cole replied, "Not long. Maybe, ten minutes." "She got too hot," Kitty added and once more I noticed the couple trade looks. We chatted a bit longer but I learned nothing else. On the walk back to the house, I replayed in my mind the non-verbal communication between the pair and felt certain that there was something they hadn't shared. I found Allison standing in the bathroom in just her bra and panties working on her makeup, and for a moment, I thought about questioning her about her venture to the barn. However, I decided she might be more forthcoming after a few drinks, so I decided to wait. "Almost done," she said. "I guess we're going early," I replied. "Not really. We're going to Selvins," she answered. "That's a forty-minute drive," I protested. "So?" she countered, and after giving me a frown, she added, "I've been stuck alone all day." Once more, I thought about questioning her but remained silent, and when she stepped out of the bathroom, I took her place and then joined her in the living room when I had finished. Arriving at the restaurant on schedule, we ordered cocktails as soon as we sat and sipped on them as we absorbed the ambiance. Allison had selected a knee-length dress that was stylish without being fancy and had put her hair up which highlighted her slender neck. "You look good. Very good," I whispered. "Thanks, baby," she answered with a wide smile. "So, what did you do all afternoon?" I probed. A nervous look appeared on her face but it lasted only a second and I now felt certain there was a story regarding her interaction with Cole and Kitty. "Cleaned some and read a book," she answered. The fact she left out her trip to the barn reinforced my opinion. If it had been innocuous, I felt certain she would use it as ammunition for some verbal sparring. After finishing our drinks, we ordered our food along with a bottle of wine, and by the time the check came, we were feeling loose. The drive back was uneventful and when we arrived at the house, Cole's pickup was still at the barn. Neither of us commented on it and once in the house, I went to the kitchen to fetch some more wine while Allison headed to the bedroom to change. Five minutes later, I sat in the living room flipping through channels when she returned wearing a matching satin boxer and sleeveless top set. Whether she meant to or not, she selected an outfit that brought back memories of her attire in the barn from a week ago. She took the glass I offered, and we chatted as we watched a movie, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her nor could I deflect my thoughts about her earlier visit to the couple. Since the last weekend, I had mostly steered clear of any discussion about Cole and Kitty. Our brief exchange earlier had been the first instance I had suggested an interaction but I had clearly made it in jest. I was certain she knew that which meant she had her own interests for going to the barn and relieved me of concerns about her sensitivities. "Are you ready to go check on things?" I asked, deciding to tease. "Ha! Funny," she replied. "Well, you're dressed for it," I said. My words made her look down at her outfit for a moment, and then she reminded me, "You bought this for me as a Christmas present." "Oh, yeah. I remember," I answered, even though I didn't. Over the next few minutes, the occasional sight of her nipples pushing against the fabric helped fuel my lust and I began to think about the outfit she had worn in front of Cole. Soon, I started to think about what she had on earlier. Had she gone out in jeans or donned something else? "Let's go have a look," I said. "Outside? The barn? Why?" she asked in quick succession. "This movie stinks and I'm bored," I answered. Nervousness appeared in her eyes and she replied, "Go ahead." "You have to come, too," I said. "I don't want to," she fired back. Rather than continue the back and forth, I reached for the bottle and filled our glasses. I was prepared to prod Allison but she had become defensive so I decided to let things settle and then try again. We continued to watch the movie but I could see that she was now gulping her wine, and when her glass was down to a third, I dutifully refilled it. "Do you really want to go out there?" she asked after taking another drink. "Yes," I replied. "You want me to go, too?" she followed. "Yes," I said. "Why?" she asked. Without missing a beat, I replied, "Because you went out earlier today and since you're not telling me about it, I think something happened. I want everyone together to find out." "I didn't go..." she started. "Yes, you did. I talked with Cole and Kitty while you were in the bathroom," I interrupted. "Nothing happened," she replied nervously. "Then why didn't you tell me?" I countered. With that, she went silent and we stared at each other as the seconds ticked by before she replied, "He tried to kiss me." "Tried or did?" I asked sensing there was more. "He caught me off guard!" she protested but didn't elaborate. "So, you kissed back?" I pushed. "No... What did he say?" she replied. "He didn't say anything. Just traded odd looks with Kitty," I answered. Once more, we entered an awkward silence before she said, "Our lips touched but that's all." "Okay, I'm going outside to talk to Cole and see if he says the same thing," I responded as I started to rise. "Fine," she replied but as I started to step away, she said, "Wait... We kissed some...twice." "Twice or more?" I probed. "Just twice. He startled me and...it happened so fast," she replied. I returned to the couch, and then teased, "You have a thing for him." "No, I don't," she protested while giving me an annoyed look. "What were you wearing?" I asked now feeling like an interrogator. "Jeans and a T-shirt," she replied. "Bra?" I probed. "Yes," she responded but by her look, I felt there was doubt. "How did it start?" I asked. "He...he just pulled me against him," she replied. "And, why did it stop?" I asked wanting the complete picture. "I pushed away," she answered, but when she saw my questioning look, she took a deep breath, and said, "And Kitty came in." "Where was she?" I pushed. "Taking a nap in the truck," she answered. "So, let me understand. You go out to the barn after saying no when I teased you. You find Cole all alone and he comes over, pulls you close, and y'all start kissing. Then, Kitty interrupts things," I said, and before she could respond, I asked, "What would've happened if she hadn't appeared?" "Nothing, I was already leaving," she answered. "Should I go punch him and fire him for attacking you?" I asked. She gave me a long stare before looking down at her glass and answering, "No..." I wasn't sure about her story and by her demeanor, she knew I had doubts. We sat quietly for some time and the longer it continued the more fidgety she became. As I considered the situation, I realized I was more intrigued than upset as I didn't really view the man as a threat to our relationship. After all, a huge socioeconomic gap existed which made any connection odd and he was more rugged than handsome while she was quite beautiful. Thus, any true attraction on her part was hard to fathom, and while we had shared some things in our discussion, large pieces of the puzzle remained obscure. As I tried to determine the extent of her involvement, I recalled her eagerness when we watched the couple fucking. At first, I thought that might be the impetus but then I recalled the wink she gave the man the first time she visited the barn and I was back to square one. "You have a thing for him," I said again, tired of thinking and hoping to prompt another exchange. "No, I..." she started before I interrupted. "You've fantasized about him in the tub. You told me," I reminded her. "C'mon stop," she protested and when I didn't immediately respond, she asked, "Am I in trouble?" "Some," I answered but deciding to take a softer approach, I added, "Not a lot, I guess, but I don't understand." My words had a visible impact on her and she quickly snuggled close to me. We stayed that way for several minutes without speaking and along the way, I started to slowly stroke her thigh. "I'm sorry..." she offered, and before I could respond, she added, "He really did catch me off-guard." I stayed quiet but another thought struck me and I asked, "Did he touch you anywhere else? Besides your lips." "My butt..." she started. "And?" I interrupted. "My boobs... I mean he tried but I pushed his hand away," she answered. "Were you wearing a bra?" I asked again. "No..." she whispered. The guilt she felt from her admission made her push closer to me as if she wanted to merge our bodies into one. I let her have her way and broke our connection only once to refill her glass. I couldn't get the thought of my pretty wife in the arms of the working man out of my head. Younger, much more attractive, and educated it just seemed impossible, and yet somehow, it had happened if only for a brief time. I found myself feeling disappointed that I hadn't witnessed the encounter and like the other times I had similar thoughts, it made me anxious. "The pickup is still here. Let's see what's going on," I said, somehow feeding off the awkward feelings. "It's too hot and I don't want to get sweaty," Allison replied. "Come on," I said as I moved away from her. "You go. You don't need me," she countered, and when she saw my annoyed expression, she added, "It'll be weird after...you know." "It'll be fine," I answered tersely, as lustful thoughts started to percolate. She stared at me for several seconds and then said, "Well, I can't go out there like this." "Wear what you did last week," I responded. Rather than answer, she took another drink and returned her attention to the TV. We sat in silence for several minutes before she got up without speaking and disappeared toward the bedroom. A few minutes later she returned in the jogging shorts and tank top, sat down, picked up her wine, and stared at the screen. Deciding I needed to change, I got up and went to the bedroom and quickly donned knee-length shorts and a T-shirt. While fishing for the shirt, I spotted an old black tank top of mine with numerous small holes in it and as I turned to leave, I grabbed it. "Try this one on," I said to her as I sat. She inspected it for a moment and then declared, "It's too big." "Try it on," I pressed. "Why? I'm already dressed...like this. Why are you so pushy? I thought you weren't mad," she replied. "Just, try it on," I stated. I knew I was running the risk of reaching her limit but I couldn't force away the strange thoughts that had taken control of me. She gave me an annoyed look and then with a heavy sigh, she lifted her top over her head and dropped it at her side. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect breasts as she took my old shirt, slipped it on, and looked down at her body. "I told you. It's too big," she said. The large neck opening exposed more than half her breasts and the baggy arm holes reached to the bottom of her ribcage allowing the sides of her boobs to show. Truthfully, rather than sexy, it looked completely trashy and was far worse than anything Kitty had worn. "It's fine," I said. "No, honey. C'mon," she tried. Undeterred, I replied, "It's fine." I rose and walked toward the door wondering if she would follow. There was no sound behind me when I reached it but rather than wait, I decided to keep going. "Hi there," I said when I entered the barn. Cole and Kitty sat on buckets near the table and were sipping from an old milk jug that I assumed contained their homemade wine. Like previous times, he was shirtless and she wore her standard fare of small shorts and a revealing top. Despite the humid air, both had a cigarette in their hand. "Hey," they replied in unison, and then Kitty said in her raspy country voice, "Come over here and take a drink." I stepped their way, accepted the jug Cole offered, tipped it back, and took a healthy mouthful. Still holding it in my hand, I noticed their eyes suddenly look past me and when I turned, I saw that Allison had joined us. "Look at you," Kitty called out with a giggle. When I looked at Cole, I saw that his eyes had fixated on my wife. Indeed, it looked like, any second, he might start to drool. Allison stood nervously at the entrance and I had to beckon her with my hand to get her to move. "Here," I said as I handed her the jug. Without speaking, she took a sip and I watched Cole's eyes focus on the armhole in her top. With her arms partially raised, the opening provided an unhindered view of the smooth skin of most of one breast. Only her nipple remained hidden and unfortunately, the material was too thick to tell if it was erect. "This batch ain't as good as the last," Kitty commented when she saw my wife's expression. "It's not bad," her partner replied, and then asked, "What are y'all up to?" "We just decided to see what's going on," I answered. "Well, not much. We're done for the day. Just decided to rest a minute and have a drink and a smoke before we go," he explained. After the brief exchange, we entered a period of awkward silence that continued as we shared the wine. Cole's attention remained on my wife and he didn't seem concerned about it showing. I could tell by my wife's darting eyes that she was very nervous and I knew that much of it came from her concern about how I would deal with her solo visit. I had thought about putting the subject on the table. Tell the man that Allison had confided in me but I didn't want to wreck the vibe, at least not yet. Finally, Kitty broke things when she said, "You forget all about your bet?" Her question made Cole laugh loudly and when he finally calmed, he said, "She don't want to give up. Do you girl?" "Hell, no," she giggled, and after she calmed, she looked at Allison and said, "Maybe we can trade." "Kitty!" my wife responded in shock. "You didn't mind Cole's attention this afternoon," Kitty cackled and then quickly added, "They was all close kissing and talking." Cole turned to me with a nervous look but I calmed things when I replied, "Yeah, she told me." "He was just getting her hot when I walked in," the woman laughed. Kitty's comments indicated that the encounter might have been different than the explanation my wife provided. I contemplated what to do as Allison tried to avoid Cole's leers. Kitty's words had knocked her off balance and for a moment, I considered retreating to the safety of the house before deciding to pull the string some more. "I think she has a thing for him," I responded which made Allison give me a withering look. "Ha! No shit," the older woman laughed. I knew Allison was embarrassed and wanted to get away but, suddenly, a thought struck me and before I could think it through, I said to Cole, "Want to play some more cards?" For a moment, the man gave me a confused look and then, he seemed to catch on and answered, "Sure, let's do it. Glancing around, I could tell neither of the women understood my intent. Cole quickly located his deck and placed it on the dirty table. "Five card stud? Same as before?" I asked. "Yeah, same as before," he agreed. After a quick shuffle, he dealt the cards and before I lifted mine, I told him, "I don't have any money on me." A big smile filled his face as he now understood the complete meaning and when I heard Kitty start to laugh, I knew she got it as well. Only Allison remained oblivious but she would soon learn the ramifications. "Well, you know the bet then. Just like last time," Cole laughed. "Yes," I concurred as I picked up my cards. My hand contained a pair of fours and just seconds later, the man showed his revealing a king high. For a moment, I considered my options, and then with a deep sigh, I tossed my cards face down on the table. "You win," I said. "My oh my," Kitty laughed, and then she turned to my confused wife and stated, "Looks like Cole won you just like your husband won me." "Jim?" Allison said in a nervous voice. "Come on over here, baby. I'm not shy about things like your husband," Cole said. "Uh-uh, no way," she replied nervously and turned to leave. The workman cut her off and made her backpedal until her back hit the side of the barn. He quickly closed the distance, put a hand on her arm, and started talking to her in a low voice, and surprisingly, she didn't call for help. I prepared to intervene if he got aggressive, but he had calmed down after his initial move which allowed me to settle and watch. Focused on my wife, I didn't realize Kitty had moved next to me until her hand reached between my legs and while giving her a stern look, I said, "Kitty don't." "Let's go to the pickup and I'll give you a good blowjob," she giggled. "No thanks," I replied which caused a hurt expression to form on her face. My attention returned to Allison and Cole and I watched as they continued their conversation. The fact that she was engaging with the man in front of me was surprising but also fueled within me a strange feeling. Despite the show with the cards, I had only planned on making Allision uncomfortable but as I watched, other ideas began to arise. Just a few seconds later, Kitty surprised me again when she lifted my hand to her breasts. I quickly pulled away and received another disappointed look, and then, as a huge smile filled her face, she pulled her top over her head revealing her large mounds. Despite her age, they were amazingly firm, and topping each was a wide areola. I couldn't help but compare them to my wife's tiny buds and consider if size somehow correlated with innocence. "Hey, Cole. Get her top off. I already got my tits out," she called to her man as she tossed her top on the table. "Tell her it's part of the bet to take her shirt off," Cole replied. I stared at the man and my wife as I contemplated what to do. If I wanted to, I could use the bet as a leverage point to push Allison. However, that seemed far too aggressive and I knew the more we participated, the harder it would be to disengage. Before I could answer, Kitty's incessant hands went for my belt. "No, Kitty... C'mon," I said, reprimanding her for the third time. She ignored me and we started a hand war as I fought her determined effort to release the buckle. Finally, getting her to stop, I saw that Cole had moved closer and had my wife in another discussion. I couldn't imagine what he was saying that held her attention but it looked intimate and triggered something in me.