0 comments/ 71615 views/ 3 favorites Farm Girl Thrills Neighbor Ch. 02 By: ofarm There was a sudden awkwardness between the three of us. The air felt thick with it. It wasn't unusual for Mark to be at a loss for words, or Joe either for that matter, but there was a good 5 minutes of stark silence. Joe in his baggy sweats was seated on the sofa. Mark, buck naked, was sitting sort of Indian style on the floor and I with just a T shirt on had crawled into the recliner. We formed a triangle with an unusually large social distance between each of us. Unusual at least, considering the intimacy we had just shared. I wondered what everyone was thinking. Or what I was thinking for that matter. I was beyond intoxicated by this time. I was past the buzzed "fun" stage and into the stage where one could easily slip into despair...or simply pass out. Somebody PLEASE break this silence! I couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. Should I say something to Joe about how he had just stimulated my clitoris while I was impaled on Mark's cock? Even my thoughts sounded sluttish at this point. Should I casually tell him "That was cool how you did that, it really gave me a great orgasm?" Or maybe "Well Joe that was a surprising move. I didn't see that coming even amidst all the weirdness that was happening." How do you just chat about stuff like this? What is there to say? In the heat of the moment it all seemed to just flow, naturally, with very little to be said... or thought, but now, after...? I just wanted to sleep it all off. Joe finally broke the silence. "Hey, I brought some bud. Anyone up for burning one before we crash? Perfect! With those 13 words, he took us completely out of the awkward silence. He made this crazy, fucked up, night seem as routine as taking out the trash, and zapped us all back 10 years into our past. It's the last thing I wanted to do, frankly, but anything to get us on to a new track. I said, "Great but not in here. It's still pretty warm, how bout the back deck?" Joe said "Great, I'll go grab it and meet you guys out there. Marked hopped up and headed out the sliding glass door. I said, "You're going out there like that?" "Sure why not? It's still warm." "Mark, you're completely naked." "Damn Lisa it's like 3:30 in the morning. Who will see us?" "Oh, yeah." I headed out behind him. Joe came out shortly with a packed bowl and passed it to me with a lighter. I took a big heave and passed it on to Mark. It had been years since I smoked grass, I wondered how it would affect me. "How the hell did you get this stuff on the plane?" Mark asked, in that post puff voice as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "I just put it in a Ziploc and tucked it into a roll of socks." "You're nuts man, quite a risk to take for a bag of grass." "I knew it had all the makings of a memorable night and it was worth the risk to have a little something special along," Joe said, exhaling and winking at me as he handed me the bowl. I said, "Well I'm glad you took the risk, it saved us from that awkward silence in there if nothing else." I moved over to cuddle up to Mark and he took me in his arms and slid his hands up under my T shirt and pulled it up over my ass. I didn't resist, and as I turned around to face Joe again, I said "Of course you'll have to leave whatever is left over, you don't wanna take a chance like that again on the ride home." My pussy tingled at the thought of now being so casually exposed again to Joe. I pushed my tush back onto Mark's stiffening penis. Joe said, "Damn farm girl you keep letting me see you like that and I'll leave anything here you want. And by the way, thanks for covering up Mark's Schlong; it was annoying having to look everywhere but over there." I wiggled my ass against his now rock hard cock and said "No problem." Mark said, "Ok, Lisa, what's the next game?" "Stop! There will be no more games tonight. I'm bushed...so to speak." "C'mon we each have one win, Joe can't go home with us being tied, he has to go home having been defeated by me." I found that a bit annoying. Not just because I was exhausted, but also because he had reduced the importance of my sexuality to a level of junior high male competition. Well if that's the way he was feeling... "Ok," I said, "One last challenge, winner gets ME in their bed for the rest of the night ... but it won't do them my good because I'm going to be asleep." "That's never bothered me before," Mark said, "What's the game?" "Coin toss." "Coin toss?" Mark protested, "There's no skill in that, its just chance. You do want me to win right?" "What I want most right now is the quickest way to get this over with so I can sleep." No one had a coin so I grabbed a beer coaster and said "Heads is the 'Rolling Rock' side. Joe, call it in the air." "I call heads." Flip "Heads it is. Winner!" I grabbed Joe by the hand, and turning to Mark I said "Kiss me good night baby." Mark gave me a nice slow kiss followed by a little grin. I grinned back and gave him a wink and hustled off to Joe's room. We shut the door, and I heard Mark walk down the hall, pause for a moment at Joe's door, and then go on down the hall. I wished he had stopped to collect me and said "To hell with this game, she's my wife and she's sleeping with me." But he didn't, he just kept walking and went on to bed. I looked at Joe and asked, "You have a favorite side?" "Both of your sides look great to me." I rolled my eyes and, smiling, I said, "Do you say corny shit like that to every girl you sleep with? No wonder you're still single. I meant which side of the bed, dumb ass." "Damn, farm women are blunt! I knew what you meant." And then, pretending to mumble to himself, "Geez, try to compliment some people." "Ok, since you seem to be unable to focus on anything but my physique, I'll decide for you. You'll take the side closest to the wall." Joe climbed in and slid under the sheets and I climbed in beside him like we had done this hundreds of times. With all the playful banter, it felt more like a sleepover than adultery. I reached up and turned off the lamp and we both settled back on our backs, staring up at the ceiling. It was silent and I realized that the pot was really working on me. I said "It's too quiet, you mind if we have a little music?" "Awesome idea." I shimmied out from under the sheets and felt my way over to the small I pod player that we had in the guest room. I found the start button to light up the screen and thumbed through until I found an old 10,000 maniacs album. Perfect soft music and it took me back a few years. I climbed back in bed and the lights from the LEDs now gave the room a subtle blue glow. The music sounded like it hadn't in years. I had forgotten how a little weed could heighten ones appreciation of the senses. I started to feel like I was floating on a cloud, and started to doze off. Joe started to wriggle around and he whispered "you mind if I lose these sweats?" "No, I wondered why you left em on after all this." "Didn't want to seem presumptuous" That gave me the giggles, and I couldn't stop. "Dude, you were stimulating my clit while my husband had his cock in me 20 minutes ago, and now you worried about being presumptuous?" He started giggling too, both of us trying to be as quiet as possible. He pulled off his sweats and tossed them out onto the floor. I said "Better?" "Much." We settled back in and I tuned back in to the music. After about five minutes, Joe said "You should try it too", and the giggle session started all over again. I sat up and pulled off my T shirt and settled back and turned over on my side facing away from him. I said, "Can we get some sleep now?" I could feel him turning over on his side in position to spoon me but he wasn't touching me. I wriggled myself closer to him and tucked my tush against him, so he'd know it was ok. He wrapped his arm around me and we cuddled up close. I loved to cuddle, and was far too stoned to stress out about whether it was wrong or right to be doing it with Joe. Mark almost never held me like this any more. I could feel Joe getting hard. As his cock stiffened it pushed against the back of my thighs and I lifted my left leg to let it spring between my legs and closed my legs again. We were like teenagers exploring each other for the first time. We stayed like that for a long time and I was drinking in the sensation of his warm body tangled around mine. I dozed off for I don't know for how long but awoke to Joe gently stroking my hair. It felt heavenly, and made me feel like giving him a little something back. I reached down between my legs and found his still engorged cock, and started making small, soft slow circles on the front of it. I could feel him growing thicker and throbbing a little and as he stiffened more; the head of his cock now putting more pressure in my slick lips. I ever so slowly rocked my hips back into him to let his shaft slide back and forth in my wetness. He started pumping slowly himself and his shaft almost slipped inside me. I must have given out a groan because he re-positioned himself for a better angle and tried to penetrate me. I didn't let him and turned over on my other side to face him. I looked him in the eyes and said. "You're an evil man, you're trying to fuck your best friends wife" He said nothing and moved in for a kiss. Softly our lips slid slowly over each other and our tongues explored each other. He slid his right arm under my neck and pulled my body tighter against him. His cock ground into my pubic hair, and rubbed my belly with slippery pre=cum. He pulled my thigh up over his leg and positioned the head of his cock at my vagina. I whispered softly, "You're going to hell if you do this you know." He thrust his hot cock inside me as far as it would go, and involuntarily I let out a little squeak. How could this feel so dammed good? I'd been fondled and fucked by three men tonight, what was so different now? He gently turned me over and got on top of me and I spread my legs in full submission. I was now his for the taking. He started slowly but gradually picked up the pace. He reached a perfectly synchronized rhythm with the music that was playing. In the soft glow I could just make out his eyes burning directly into mine like he was completely in love. I don't know how long it lasted, but it wasn't long enough. His breathing told me he was ready to come. I whispered "You want to plant your seed inside me don't you, heathen." His face turned serious and just a little angry, and he didn't answer. I whispered more aggressively, "Think your friend in there will like it if you make me pregnant?" He looked a little bewildered but kept thrusting. I reached up and grabbed his face and looked him right in the eye and speaking like the devil herself I sneered, "Do it!" It only took a couple of more strokes and he came in a thundering orgasm inside me. He gently rolled off me, and settled in close to me with his hand resting gently on my left breast and he was softly pinching my nipple. I waited a few minutes and said, "You weren't planning on making me sleep in the wet spot were you? I mean, I could go sleep in my own bed." "No, no...no don't do that." Then he rolled over and I slid under him to take my place on the side where he was. I turned over to face the wall and he cuddled up to spoon me and that was the last thing I remembered. I must have gone sound asleep. When I woke up the next morning the brightness of the room burned my eyes and I had to squint for a while until my eyes adjusted. I was disoriented for a moment to find myself in the wrong room and then with a sense of dread it all came back to me. I already had a hangover headache, which usually didn't occur until I was up and around for a while. Bad sign. I didn't feel like moving. I was on my back, half covered by the sheet and half exposed. I could smell the pot smoke smell in my hair, and my pubic hair was crusty and matted with dried semen. (A little odd since my recollection was that Joe had cum inside me) I glanced over and Joe was still asleep lying face down on top of the sheet. My eyes felt salty and dry and my throat was parched and scratchy like when I used to smoke in bars. I needed a drink but, didn't feel like moving. The bedroom door was wide open, and I wondered how it got that way. Had Mark opened it and seen us this way? I don't know why it mattered, since this was what he wanted, but I really hoped that he hadn't. I hoped that I could somehow put my shirt on and get out of there before he woke up. I wanted to climb in our bed with Mark and try to go back to sleep away this hang over. But no. I smelled coffee and bacon frying, and I knew that Mark was already up. I lifted my heavy head and looked at the clock and it was 11:30 am. I dropped my head back on my pillow and let out the kind of groan my grandfather used to make when he struggled to climb in or out of a car. Have you ever just wished you could disappear? Have some scantily clad blonde Genie cross her arms across her bust and blink you out of your life and into some completely different life? That's what I was feeling. I just didn't want to face the day and wished that the last day had never happened. I don't think it was guilt exactly. I just wanted to turn back the clock and erase the whole of the previous day. Reaching deep inside myself for whatever strength I could find, I rolled myself out off the foot of the bed to avoid the naked hairy body on the other side of the bed. I headed off to the shower in our room. I stood in the hot shower and hoped the water would wash my short term memory away. It didn't, but I smelled better and felt marginally better by the time I was done. I put on not at all sexy bra and panties, threw on some baggy kaki shorts, and an old flannel shirt and I wandered out to the kitchen. Mark was wearing pajama bottoms and hadn't combed his hair or shaved. Joe was now and awake slumped over a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. He had put on jeans and a Fine Young Cannibals T shirt. I hadn't had a reason to think of that band in years. No one was saying anything but when I walked over to Mark for a good morning kiss, he said "There's our girl." That was the closest the conversation came to discussing what had happened the night before. Breakfast was relatively quiet and around noon Mark and Joe retreated to their respective showers to get ready to head to the airport for Joe's flight home. That flight out couldn't happen soon enough for me. I was in no condition to deal with the awkward tension. Soon, they were off for the airport and I got a casual kiss from both guys before they got in the car and drove off. I spent most of the day trying to distract myself by wandering around the farm and thinking about other things, but my aching head and queasy stomach were constant reminders. Mark didn't get home until around 5 o'clock that evening. I guess he needed some time too. I dreaded having to face him. Farm Girl Thrills Neighbor Ch. 03 When I heard Mark's car pull into the driveway I had sudden burst of butterflies in my stomach. It was like my brain couldn't process the myriad paths of thought. At least not fast enough to make sense of it all. I wondered what Mark and Joe had said about last night (if anything) on the way to the airport. I wondered where Mark had spent the last few hours. What did he think of it all? What did I think of it all? I certainly felt some guilt. But weirdly I also had twinge of that extra horny feeling I used to feel in college the morning after a random hook-up. There was a certain sense of triumph for having attracted several men and had sex with three of them in the same night. It would have been a great story to tell if had happened while I was still single. I worried that even though Mark had hounded me relentlessly to do it, maybe I had still crossed a line that would change our marriage for ever. And then there's the darker thought that I tried to suppress. Maybe I WANTED it to change. I heard the door open and Mark Yelled in his best old black man voice "Where's my bitches?" Something we used to say in college. I don't know where it even came from. Saturday night live skit maybe? Anyway at least he sounded like he was in a good mood. "One of your bitches is in the bedroom." Again in the same voice, "Good that's where I likes em!" As he walked into the room he threw is jacket on the dresser. (He was normally a bit of a neat freak) I could smell alcohol. "You're drunk, where did you find a bar open on Sunday afternoon?" Back in his own voice he said, "Joe had a bottle of Crown that he didn't want to take on the plane so I took it off his hands." He seemed to be in a good mood. He moved in close to me and slipped his hands around my waist. I said, "So you are not mad at me?" "For what, getting boned by best friend?" As he said it he unbuttoned the front of my shorts and unzipped them. "He told you that?" "He didn't need to." He slipped my shorts over my waist and moved his hands up and started unbuttoning my shirt. I noticed that he hadn't looked me in they eye yet, he was just staring at my body as he undressed me. I grabbed his chin and lifted his head to look at my face and said "I'm up here." He said "You're down there too, and that's the part I want right now." and he slipped his hand between my legs. I wiggled away and said "Settle down just a little ok? I think we should talk about this for a minute" and I turned away to walk over to sit on the bed. Before I could get there he shoved me from behind hard enough to knock me face first onto the bed. I said "What the fuck?" and started to push myself back up but he put his hand in the center of my back and shoved me back flat on the bed. "We can talk anytime." He started pulling my panties down but they wouldn't slide over my ass easily, so he grabbed the fabric over my right butt cheek in his hand and yanked. The fabric ripped a little at the seam. He gave another sharp tug and they ripped the rest of the way and as it did I could feel the fabric cutting into my hips. "Jesus Christ, Mark!" He said nothing and in one motion dropped his pants and underwear over his hips. Without ever taking the torn panties off my other leg, he lifted my hips off the bed and shoved his dick into me. I wasn't even wet yet and it hurt like hell going in. I couldn't say anything but just gasped. He started slamming himself against my ass so hard that you could hear his flesh slapping against mine. I started to get wet and he started sliding in and out a little easier. After a few minutes it started to feel good despite still burning from all the rough handling before I was wet. I moved my knees up a little more so I could support my own weight and rose up on my hands so he was now taking me doggy style. I started slamming back to him and matching his rhythm. My tits aren't big but they were jiggling on my chest as they hung under me. A few minutes more and I started feeling the tingle of an orgasm forming, but he pulled out of me and walked over to the sink. I collapsed onto my elbows with my ass still in the air and my legs spread. Panting I said "That's it? You're stopping just like that?" He said nothing and poured himself a drink of water from the bathroom sink. He drunk it down slowly and said. "Damn Lisa, you just can't get enough after last night can you?" He walked back over climbed back on the bed on his knees. He walked on his knees over to beside my head, and ran his hands through the hair on the back of my head as I looked up to him and said "I was so close, just a little more." He tightened his hand into a fist in with my hair woven through his fingers. He wasn't pulling my hair hard enough to hurt but he turned my head down to the head of his cock, and said "Show me how bad you need it." I didn't think it would be good to reject him right now so I licked my lips and slipped them slowly over the head of his cock. I could taste and smell myself on him. He said "That a girl" and started slowly rocking his hips as though he was fucking my mouth. I repositioned myself to a more stable position and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock to keep him from pushing too far into my throat and gagging me. I gave him the best blowjob I could, and he relaxed his grip on my hair but kept his hand firmly on the back of my head. Something he knew I hated and found disrespectful, but he didn't stop. I kept working on him, tough. I heard him take in a deep breath and I knew he was ready to cum and I made up my mind that I would let him cum in my mouth and swallow. That wasn't what he wanted this time though. He tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me head back from the head of his cock. He held my head close to his cock and with his other hand aimed it at my face. He shot cum all over my face and some even went into my eye. When his balls shot out the last stream he put the head of his cock against my lips and for some reason, almost instinctively, I kissed it dry, sliding my tongue into the slot in the end and sucking off the last drop of jizz. He dropped my head and climbed off the bed. I turned over onto my butt and slid myself to the head of the bed and slid back against the pillows. I wiped some of the cum off with my finger and with out smiling or trying to look anything but disgusted asked "Is this what I'm supposed to do now?" and stuck it into my mouth and sucked my finger clean. Mark said "you're turning into a fine little slut." With out saying a word I got up and walked past him to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I took a shower hoping I could wash away what had just happened. It didn't work, when I was done I dried off and wrapped a towel around me and when I opened the door to go back into the bedroom the room was dark and I could see that Mark was already in bed and snoring away. I was too keyed up to go to bed, and didn't really feel like lying awake and worrying about what had become of our marriage while Mark snored away like he couldn't care less. I left the room and went to kitchen to fix myself a cup of sleepy time tea, intent on finding something mindless to watch on TV. Before I turned on the light, I glanced out the kitchen window towards Kevin's house. The porch light was on and Kevin and a woman had just pulled up in their car and were walking up the steps and into the house. A wave of even deeper despair washed over me as I stood there, still wrapped in a towel, and realized that his wife Sharon home for the holidays. Farm Girl Thrills Neighbor Ch. 04 The next morning I woke up on the sofa to the rustling of dishes in the kitchen. Mark had already showered and dressed and was finishing a cup of coffee. I heard the kitchen door open and I shouted "Hey, aren't you even going to say goodbye?" He said "Oh, I thought you were still asleep." He came back in and gave me the usual quick peck, and turned away and headed off to work. Apparently the fact that I had spent the night on the sofa didn't even faze him. I decided that what I needed was some time outdoors, so I rallied myself to the bedroom, slipped on a pair of old blue jeans and a soft flannel shirt that were lying near the hamper, not even bothering with underwear. I slipped on a pair of duck boots and headed outside. There was a shocking cool crispness in the air. Finally the weird balmy spell had broken overnight and it felt at least a little wintry, for North Carolina anyway. It was still not cold enough for a winter coat, but too cold for what I had on. I decided to just tough it out rather than retreat to the house to look for a fleece jacket. Since I didn't keep any livestock or own a green house yet, there wasn't really anything for me to do, but it felt great to be outside. I just started wandering around our property. I ambled past the cold frames and thought about how I'd need to clean them out for spring planting in a couple of months. I wandered down the path by the barn that was kept worn down by my many summer trips to the garden. I walked past the compost bins and grabbed a pitchfork and turned over a clump of compost and watched the steam wisp out as the warmth of the active pile mingled with the crisp coolness of the air. The rich, earthy, smell of the compost somehow comforted me. It grounded me, and humbled me. It made me aware of the tiny role my life played on the grand stage of nature. I looked around and thought about all of the lives being lived out around me. There were birds flying from tree to tree and hopping around on the ground under my feeders. A deer was retreating at the edge of the woods, my presence having interrupted her breakfast in my pasture. I thought about the thousands of bugs, worms etc that must be with in a 10 feet circle around me. All of these little souls on their daily quest for survival, completely unaware of the knots in my stomach over the events of last couple of days. It helped put things in a different perspective. After all, sex was just part of the natural order of things. It's these human concepts of fidelity, and monogamy; the bonds and ties we create for ourselves; these social mores that we accept as truths. They are the problem! They are all human creations that we could choose to live by, or reject. But when you think about it, it is not at all natural. We humans, like most of nature, seem to be programmed to seek multiple sexual partners. Yet we repress those urges to conform to a set of unnatural social values that we ourselves invented and for some reason continue to perpetuate. I heard geese excitedly honking and I turned my attention to the pond on Kevin's property where a pair were cowering a kitten that had wandered a little too close to their territory. I glanced up over the pond and saw Kevin and his wife Sharon leaving their greenhouse. We made eye contact, and they waved and I waved back. I could see them say something to each other and they started walking over toward my place. I could see that they were coming to say hello so I walked over to meet them at the fence. Kevin said "Lisa, you remember my wife Sharon right? "Of course I do. Hi Sharon. I think I saw you two pulling up around ten o'clock last night, were you just getting in from the airport?" Sharon said, "Oh no. We had gone out to dinner. I actually got in late the night before last around 11:30." "Oh, ok for some reason I had it in my head that you were arriving yesterday." I said, only thinking afterwards that maybe I shouldn't let on that I spent enough time with Kevin to know her arrival schedule even that well. I barely remembered what Sharon looked like. She had only been around for about week or two when we moved here, until she left for her teaching assignment. She was petite, around 5'4". She was thin but curvy with what looked like average sized breasts. She had crazy curly medium length hair that was auburn, almost red. She had green eyes with pale skin and cute little freckles. She had a bubbly personality and a constant devious twinkle in her eyes that just sucked you into her and made you want her to be your best friend. She was dressed like an LL Bean ad with a very "Maine" looking white sweater with a collar that perfectly framed her face, and a pair of Jeans. "Wow you're chilly!" Sharon said staring directly at my chest. I was chilly and my nipples were standing out like pencils against my soft flannel shirt. I had been hoping that it wouldn't be noticeable in flannel but no such luck. Sharon was the kind of girl that said what was on her mind, without worrying what anyone else's hang-ups may be. I looked down and shyly covered myself by folding my arms across my chest, and said "Yes I guess I am." as I smiled and looked back into her eyes with a look said that said "Geez did you have to point that out?" Kevin said, "And here I thought it was me." Sharon slapped him playfully on the chest and smiled "YOU shouldn't have even noticed!" Sharon, then said, "You don't have to hide em, cutie, we're both nipple fans, obviously." She was just so damned cute, and she made what could have been a bit awkward, perfectly pleasant. Kevin asked, "So what are you working on today Lisa?" "Oh, I'm not working on anything today, just wandering around and thinking about what I want to do next year. I guess I'm avoiding housework when you get right down to it." Sharon said "Awesome! You're taking me shopping. Kevin wants to start cabbage flats today...whatever that means." "Well...," I said. "Yes, that sounds like fun actually. When do you want to go?" "Sooner the better!" "Ok, well, give me half an hour to get myself together and I'll pick you up at your place, then?" "Sounds great." I got myself dressed (this time opting for underwear and warmer clothes) and headed over to pick up Sharon. I was looking forward to spending the day with her; it would be just the distraction that I needed. When I got to the house, I saw Kevin standing on the porch, motioning me to come in. As I walked up the steps he said, "Sharon is not quite ready. Come on in and have some coffee, it looks like it will take her at least that long." I went in and sat down at the table in their breakfast area, while Kevin poured two coffees, and sat down across the table from me. As I took my first sip I saw Sharon springing down the hall. Her hair was wet and stringy and she was wearing only a bath towel that was a bit too small to be used that way. She stood casually by the edge of the table and as she used a hand towel quickly to pat her hair dry she said. "I'm really sorry, I thought I could be ready that fast, but at the last minute I decided I needed a shower." As she reached over her head her bath towel wrapper pulled up and out at the bottom revealing her right hip, just the corner of the towel covered her crotch. If I was sitting where Kevin was I thing I would have had a clear view. Neither she nor Kevin seemed at all concerned about her being seen naked. I said, "Take your time, I'm not in any hurry, I have coffee and great company." "Great. I won't be too much longer." She turned away and scurried back down the hallway, re-tucking the towel in front of her as she walked, so it lifted up just over her cute little butt cheeks. I said to Kevin, "She is so adorable, you must be so happy to have her back." "I am. I've really missed her this time. She is such a big personality with so much energy that this place is like a morgue when she leaves." "She's not that shy huh?" Kevin laughed and said, "No. Exhibitionist maybe, but definitely not shy." Sharon finally got dressed and he headed off for the mall. We spent the morning browsing through shops and decided that we were both hungry. We sat down at one of the nicer restaurants outside the mall, and continued making small talk while we waited for our food to arrive. Suddenly Sharon took a look around as though she was making sure no one we knew was nearby and asked "Ok, so I'm dying to know what was going on at your house two nights ago." "What do you mean?" Of course I had an idea what she meant but no idea how she could know. "Well, I came home and Kevin and I had gone to bed but I couldn't sleep. At around 3:00 in the morning I got up to get a drink and I saw a light coming from your house and I could see you and Mark and another guy on the porch and Mark was buck naked." I was mortified and said "Oh my God, you saw that?" "Well, I couldn't see that well...until I got out the binoculars." "Sharon!" "Oh come on, what would you have done if the tables were turned?" "Hmmm. Let me think about that." "Don't think too long, I want to know what kind of party you all were having over there." I took deep breath, and thought about making up a story of some kind, but then thought Sharon was the kind of girl who could probably handle the truth, or at least parts of it. So I said, "Well that other guy was one of my husband's best friends who was visiting for the weekend. We had gone to a party and gotten really drunk and when we came home we played some games and one thing lead to another and mark ended up naked." "That's it? What about the part where he lifted up your shirt and you were naked from the waist down?" "Damn Sharon, those were powerful binoculars, did you see what went on inside the house too? God, I'm so embarrassed." "No. That's why I'm asking. And don't be embarrassed, I think it's hot as hell, and I have to hear more." I could tell she wasn't going to let it rest until she got the whole scoop, and frankly I felt like talking about it with someone who wouldn't be too judgmental. Sharon showed no signs of that. So I told her every detail. Every one except how Mark had been behaving since. That was a little too painful at the moment. When I had finished the story Sharon said it was the hottest story she had ever heard. I said, "Oh come on, you seem like a girl with some stories to tell." "Well, none quite that good, but I'll let you in on a little secret that I wouldn't tell to just anyone. Kevin and I have an understanding about when I'm overseas." "An understanding?" "Yes, it just didn't seem reasonable for us to be monogamous when we couldn't have sex with each other for almost an entire year. So we are allowed to date." "So have you 'dated' since you've been there?" "A few times, a couple of one night stands, and then there was one guy who I hung out with for about a month. I broke that off though because it started to feel too much like a relationship." I just couldn't imagine how she could do that. This one night was making me crazy. I asked her how she did it without having it screw with her mind. She said "It gets a little complicated, but I really like getting laid and the thought of going a year without it just doesn't work for me." "Wow Sharon, that blows my mind, I guess it shouldn't given what I just did, but ...wow. So...Kevin...he does this too?" Sharon got a sly look in her eye and said "Well, why don't you tell me? He tells me you two spend a lot of time together." "Oh, no way, nothing even close to that ever happens I swear!" She smiled and said "Relax, I believe you. Actually I believe Kevin. Part of the deal is that we have to tell each other everything and I sincerely trust that he does. Actually, he sounds a little like your husband; he seems to get a bit of a jolt out of it. I mean he's not a cuckold or anything, but under the circumstances, it's almost like reading a good erotic story. But to answer your question, no, he hasn't yet. I feel a little bad about it. He's just so busy. Running the farm doesn't give him the opportunities. I, on the other hand,am overseas with a bunch of horny expats. He would do it, but he just hasn't had the chance. I wish he would, it would make it a lot easier. You should do him sometime." "That's not going to happen." "Why not? He's a cute guy, and you like him don't you? Throw a poor lonely farmer a bone once in a while. It's a big pie; Mark won't miss a slice every now and then." "Oh my god, you are so casual about all this." "Why shouldn't I be? People stress out way too much about all this stuff." "I agree with you there, but having an affair with a next door neighbor is not something I'm going to do. Even if it is your hot husband" I said, smiling and winking at her. "Ok so how bout this. I'll fuck your hot husband and then it'll be ok." "Actually, that's not a terrible idea; maybe getting laid by you would get him out of the funk he's been in since I slept with Joe." I wasn't serious, of course. I thought we were joking with each other. Sharon's eyes lit up, though, and she said, "I bet I could do it if we all got together for holiday party." "I was joking Sharon." "I'm not...I mean if you were ok with it. It could be fun and we could end up swapping partners. It would solve a little problem for each of us." "Well...my first thought is 'fuck no bitch' but things are so fucked up now anyway, that I'm actually thinking about it. I know Mark would love to get his hands on you. I wonder if we could work it out so you could do him, without me fooling around with Kevin. I think that would be better for my problem." "It wouldn't help me though. Well, not with Kevin. Why wouldn't you want to sleep with Kevin?" "I didn't mean that, it's just that me having sex with another guy, would still have me two up on him." Sharon suggested we just plan the party and think more about the rest later, and I agreed.