Taking Amy to the Fair Pt. 02

The morning after the fair Scott woke first, and while he prepared breakfast, he contemplated all that had occurred the prior day. He thought Amy had looked amazing and was quite pleased at how their planning had turned out. The looks she received didn't surprise him at all, that was expected, but seeing her bend over, discovering her dripping pussy, and the intense sex they had in the car went far beyond anything he had considered.

Also, he knew he needed to consider his reactions, or more accurately the power of them. He thought they would enjoy a playful day and felt certain his wife would receive lots of leers. He was prepared for it and guessed he would find it both interesting and a little exciting. However, multiple times during the day, as he watched his wife, he felt intense arousal, and his dick hardened. He didn't view it as necessarily a bad thing, even though it was the result of others seeing his pretty wife presented provocatively, but there were other aspects he knew he needed to think through.

Amy awoke to sounds from the kitchen and the smell of brewing coffee. While stretching, the stench that hit her nostrils reminded her that she had experienced multiple rounds of sex and hadn't showered. She went straight to the bathroom, and as the hot water cascaded over her firm body, her thoughts returned to the jumble of questions and concerns that had kept her up during the night. She knew she needed to talk with Scott about the admission she had made concerning her boss. The way it came out, in the middle of their passionate lovemaking, had been incredibly awkward, and his initial reaction had been judgmental. She realized she couldn't really blame him, as it was a far departure from how she presented herself.

Scott poured a cup of coffee for his wife when she walked into the kitchen, hoping for some good-natured exchange after their adventure, but the look on her face told him that something was on her mind. He accurately guessed it was about the affair with her boss, and he mentally prepared for the discussion.

"Scott... Look, I think... I want to talk about what I told you," she stammered.

"Okay," he answered.

"I don't want you to think badly of me... or hate me," she said with pleading eyes.

"Why would I do that?" he replied, deciding to take the position that it wasn't a big thing.

"Your wife has a past, maybe? She had an affair with a married man?" she replied as her eyes welled with tears.

"What made you stop?" he probed.

"You," she responded.

"Then, there you go. As I told you last night, I won," he said, and after holding her gaze in silence for several seconds, he added, "We all have scars, Amy."

"Thank you. You're so good to me," she said as she stepped forward and let him take her into his arms.

Their embrace lasted for some time and when they finally separated, they sipped their coffee in silence. Although Scott knew the best course was to drop the matter, he couldn't help but probe a little deeper.

"Have you spoken with him since? Did you stay in contact?" he asked.

Feeling like she was out of the woods, the question set Amy back for a moment, but regrouping, she took a deep breath and answered honestly, "He texted... we texted some for a while, but I haven't heard from him in a long time."

"How long?" he pushed.

"A year... Over a year," she said, growing more nervous.

"So, you were in contact with him after we got married," he clarified.

"Yes," she admitted.

Scott took the coffee pot and refreshed their mugs in silence, putting Amy on edge. She wondered what was churning in his head and how he would respond. Would he yell at her? Call her names? Maybe give her the silent treatment? Regardless, she knew it was something they needed to work through.

"Don't trade texts with him anymore," he finally said.

"Okay, I won't. I'll block the number," she replied, but when the silence returned, her nervous energy made her ask, "Are you mad?"

"I don't like that you stayed in contact after we were married," her husband answered.

"I understand... I'm sorry," she responded, and after a moment, she asked, "How long am I in the doghouse?"

"You're not. Telling me about it gets you off," Scott answered, giving her a hint of a smile.

"Good," she responded as her face brightened.

"Plus, yesterday was pretty amazing, so you had some credits built up," Scott teased.

"Mmmm... it was pretty wild," she concurred.

"Should we talk about it? The adventures and your thoughts about them?" Scott asked.

"Honey, I think that's wine, not coffee talk," she answered.

The response made the young husband laugh, and he replied, "I think I agree. Let's wait until this evening. I don't want to drink wine at seven-thirty in the morning."

"I don't either," Amy said, laughing too.

With the mood lightened, they moved on to other subjects which pleased them both. Amy felt she had achieved forgiveness for her past actions and now had some time to try to organize her head around any further disclosures.

For his part, Scott very much wanted to separate his wife's admission from their recent play. He certainly wasn't thrilled with her disclosure but it was a long time ago and he felt she had been honest in her answers. Plus, he feared any negativity surrounding her old lover might bleed through and act as a burden on the fun they had enjoyed. He wanted badly to get her thoughts but his wife was right about waiting.

The first text from Clint arrived just past noon. He went on at length about Amy's hot look and how much they enjoyed meeting kindred spirits. Scott didn't respond, but that didn't seem to perturb the older man, as an hour later, he sent another message about their visit to the bar. It described how they had played pool and the attention Pauline had attracted. Fifteen minutes later, a picture arrived that showed his wife leaning over a table with her bare bottom on display. The string of messages made the young husband ponder the couple's limits. During their time together at the fair, there were several instances where they had hinted at more, which made him think they had only witnessed a part of their play.

Scott noticed that throughout the day, his wife made a point of staying close to him. Normally quite independent, the change in behavior made him suspect she hoped to achieve further forgiveness. He had no interest in punishing her and thought the downside far exceeded any upside, especially after seeing her attitude at the fair. Thus, he made a point to be overtly loving each time she came near, and by the time dusk started to settle in, she was in an excellent mood.

"Wine time, sweetie," Scott declared just after seven.

"Good, I need a glass," she replied, showing no reticence.

Amy had spent the day organizing her thoughts and felt she was in a good place. It helped that the conversation that morning had gone well, as now she felt she could communicate with him more openly. In a way, she was eager for the opportunity and bounced into the living room wearing jeans and a simple blouse just as Scott appeared with two glasses.

The young husband had considered their upcoming wine conversation all day as well and decided to approach it delicately, so as he handed her a glass, he said, "I'm all ears, but don't feel pressured. Just explain what you want and save the rest for another day."

In a certain way, Amy guessed his strategy, but she still felt good about the message and answered, "Thanks for that. Let's see how it goes."

Scott waited for her to begin, but after an awkward silence, he asked, "Where should we start?"

"I don't know," his wife whined nervously, and then added, "It's all so strange."

"How so?" he followed.

It was the moment of truth, and although Amy's comfort level had increased dramatically in the past twelve hours, she still felt hesitant to share her intimate secrets. She locked eyes with her husband, and for almost a minute, they held the stare. Finally, after taking a deep breath, she started.

"I... I guess... You know... A lot of things kind of piled up all at once, and it's put me a little off-balance," she started.

"What things?" her husband asked.

"I guess it started with Mimi and the halter, and then you got your idea. Then, Mimi started dropping hints about things..." she said. A pause followed, which Scott left uninterrupted, and after taking a deep breath, she continued, "You know the things at the fair we did. I... I responded some. I didn't expect that."

A smile appeared on Scott's face, and he replied, "You were supposed to enjoy it. I'm glad you felt something."

"Well, it overwhelmed me a little," she replied as a smile appeared on her face but it only lasted for a few seconds before it was replaced by a look of concern, "I didn't get much sleep last night. I... I thought about Daniel, and I started feeling... weird," she explained.

"Weird? How so?" he asked.

"Well, not weird, I guess. That's not a good description. More like edgy," she clarified.

"I see," Scott responded, still not certain where she was heading.

"Do you think there's something wrong with me?" she suddenly blurted out.

"What? Where is that coming from?" he answered, truly confused.

"I mean the stuff with Daniel. The hair and parading around in public like you made me. Getting excited from the looks..." she replied, and then paused for a moment before adding, "I'm wondering if I might not be normal, and then with Mimi... I don't know, maybe it's a genetic thing."

Her message made her husband laugh openly, but when she gave him an annoyed look, he forced himself to calm down. Still, amusement remained in his eyes, and she waited impatiently for him to speak.

"I think you are absolutely one hundred percent normal. A very normal human being. A very normal woman," he said, and when he saw her anxious look, he asked, "Why are you being so hard on yourself?"

"You think having an affair with a married man and getting excited from showing people my... my stuff is normal?" she fired back, a little perturbed that her husband seemed to be dismissive of her worries.

"Yes, I do. I mean, the affair has ethical issues but not sexual," he replied.

Amy paused as she considered her husband's message before asking, "What about Mimi and all her... Her things?"

Sensing he needed to slow down some and let her talk things out, he responded diplomatically, "It all did pile up on you, I guess."

"Yes, I mean... After I told you about Daniel. It was like... just too much," she said.

"Well, we already talked about Daniel, that's not part of what we're doing now. I don't want it to intrude on our play. I'm thrilled you got excited at the fair... thrilled! And the Mimi stuff? I think you might be making connections in your head that don't exist. Other than the gift, other than that, it's all just our speculation," he told her.

"Really?" she asked, feeling much better.

"Yes, really," he replied as he scooted closer.

Scott took her wine glass, set it on the table, and pulled her into a slow, sensual kiss. He could feel her body relax in his arms, and when they broke, he started using his lips on her ear and neck.

"Mmmm... That feels nice," she sighed.

Thinking about his wife's concerns made him chuckle a bit, and he asked, "Any other things you need to get off your chest?"

Amy's first response was to elbow him slightly in the ribs, but her thoughts quickly shifted to her interaction with the carny, and she contemplated whether to tell him about the brief encounter.

"Maybe one more thing," she said in a low voice.

Scott, feeling her body stiffen, guessed there was something, and now intrigued, he replied, "Go ahead, sweetie."

"I... I had a discussion with a man at the carnival while you were gone... gone to the toilet," she said.

"Tell me about it then," he prodded.

The pretty wife told her husband about wandering to the game midway and interacting with the attendant at the booth. She described her desire for a bear, her failed free throw, and how she had no money to continue. Then, with a deep breath, she explained the deal the man offered and how she had responded before walking away.

"That's it," she acknowledged when she finished.

"Sounds like you flirted," he teased, and before she could reply, he put his lips on hers.

"I don't think it was flirting," she answered when the kiss ended.

"It was," Scott said, and before she could reply, he added, "Did it turn you on?"

"No," she answered, but the question made her uncomfortable, and she started to squirm in his arms.

"I think it did," he whispered, holding her tight, and then continued with, "Maybe you are a little weird."

"What! Let me go," she demanded, but he could tell her reaction was for show and kept a firm grip. After calming, she said with faux indignation, "You were being so nice. Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry for the weird comment. Now, tell me if it turned you on a little," he probed as his tongue ran along her delicate neck.

"No," she answered playfully.

"No, you're not going to tell me, or no, it didn't turn you on?" her husband tried to clarify.

"That's a really good question," she giggled.

For a moment, Scott feigned aggravation and then started to unbutton her blouse. Amy didn't protest, in fact, she was quite pleased about the direction of things. When her shirt was open, he reached around her back and quickly unclasped her bra, leaving the garment dangling on her shoulders. With a smirk, he moved his hand to her lacy cups, lifting each in succession, making sure to tease her nipples.

"What am I going to do with you?" he said in a soft voice, failing to hide his smile.

"Me! It was your thing. I just played along," she protested.

In a flurry, Scott pulled the shirt from her shoulders along with her bra. Then, he pushed on her shoulders, making her fall onto her back. As soon as he had her sprawled on the couch, his lips moved to her nipples, and he started to suck them aggressively. Almost immediately, needy whines escaped her mouth, but he ignored them until they became incessant.

"I want you naked," he declared as his hands reached for the button on her jeans.

Amy lifted her butt as he pulled the garment down her smooth, shapely legs. When they were off, he tossed them on the floor, and turning back, he saw she had on a red thong similar to the one she had worn at the fair. For a moment, he considered whether she had done so on purpose, but his arousal wouldn't let him dwell on the thought. He shucked his pants and boxers quickly, peeled the thong down, and then moved over her as she opened her legs.

"Uggghhh..." Amy cried out when his dick pushed its way inside.

For a time, there was a melee of movement as they started, but it soon slowed to a manageable pace. Scott made sure to give an extra push each time he found bottom, which brought forth rhythmic gasps from his excited wife.

"You feel incredible," he said after a long kiss.

"Yeah..." she whimpered. Then, after several ragged breaths, she asked, "Did I do good? At the fair."

"You were perfect," he whispered into her ear.

The question made the young husband decide to keep the discussion going so he pulled free, sat back on the couch, and then positioned his wife straddling his waist. Both sighed heavily as they reconnected and after another passionate kiss, Scott smiled and looked into her eyes.

"I want to do it again," he told her as used his hands to guide her hips.

An impish grin broke out on his wife's face and she replied, "You do? Do I get to shave?"

Before he could speak, he felt the vaginal muscles in his wife's pussy squeeze on his shaft and it took some effort to respond, "No, of course not."

"Mmmm... you still want me hairy?" she teased as her movements synched with his.

"Yeah..." he said.

"What else do you want?" she probed.

"I want you to show yourself," he replied.

"Everything? Like Pauline?" she pushed, enjoying their playful exchange.

"Yeah... everything," he said, staring into her eyes.

"No panties?" she groaned as she slid down his shaft.

"No... no panties," her husband confirmed still holding his gaze.

"Shit, Scott..." Amy answered as the idea caused a shiver to course through her body.

With that, the young husband spun his wife onto her back without losing their connection, and instantly, he started thrusting aggressively. The sudden move told Amy that the idea excited her husband which infected her as well. Her arousal surged and her sounds became more urgent as she too visualized the naughty act.

In mere seconds, the husband and wife loving connection morphed into intense sex but both were totally engaged. Soon, Scott was hammering into her roughly, and when he heard his wife's delicate pussy start to slurp, it pushed him to go even faster.

"Damn, Amy. Damn..." he gasped as his excitement peaked.

"Ohhh... oh, Scott... What are you doing to me?" she moaned.

Scott felt the tightening in his balls that signaled an upcoming climax, and he tried hard to push it away. However, despite his efforts, it continued to build until he hit the point of no return.

"Oh... oh, shit, Amy. Oh, shit... Uggghhh..." he grunted as he fired his semen.

"Keep going... almost..." his wife responded.

Desperate to get her to her orgasm, he tried to overcome his failing muscles, but all the energy in his body had disappeared. After a series of spastic movements, he stopped, struggling to breathe as his wife whimpered in frustration beneath him.

"Sorry. Give me a sec," he forced out.

"Hurry," she countered as her body continued to undulate.

It took several minutes, but slowly his energy began to return. His half-hard dick had never left her body, and when he managed to make several short strokes, he felt it stiffen. Amy, sensing his intent, wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hands to his ass, prodding him for more. Soon, he ratcheted up his slow thrusts until he once more moved with purpose, and with his manic state satiated, he had total control.

"I might do this all day," he said, proud of his recovery.

"Good... do it," she panted.

A smile came to Scott's face as he looked down at his wife. She had her eyes squeezed shut, her head tilted back, and her mouth hung open, as she reveled in the feelings pulsing from between her legs. He felt his dick harden a little more, and a thought hit him that he couldn't hold back.

"Did the flirting turn you on?" he whispered into her ear.

At first, she ignored the question, but when he asked again, she responded, "Stop. Not now."

Deciding to toy with her in her vulnerable state, he slowed and then said, "I think it did."

"Honey! Don't be mean. Go!" she demanded.

Scott started moving rapidly until he heard her mews return and then once more slowed and said, "Tell me, and I'll go fast."

"You bastard," she declared with anger, but when he refused to move, she offered, "Some... Maybe some."

"Such a naughty wife," he laughed before rewarding her with rapid thrusts.

"Uggghhh..." she groaned, and then said, "He didn't tease me."

The message amazed the him as it wasn't something he expected from his wife, and she gave no sign she meant it in jest. However, it was the reaction from his own body that surprised him the most. His balls suddenly tightened, and something now drove him to move even faster. The intensity of erotic sounds from his wife increased with his speed, which acted like a feedback loop to his arousal, bringing him fully back into the sex.

"No, he just wanted to see you like you are now," Scott said, consumed by lust.

"Mmmm..." Amy moaned.

With her eyes closed, he had no way of gauging whether she was toying with him, which created a void, and in it, his mind raced with thoughts of her and the carny together. Had she considered succumbing to the man's requests? Was she thinking about him now?

Suddenly, just like the prior round, he was in a race with his wife to reach a climax. Fortunately, this time, she got there first.

"Ohhh... oh, baby. Go... GO! Don't stop..." she called out as her pelvis started meeting his thrusts.

He could feel her juices flowing, running over his tight balls, which pushed him forward, and seconds later, his cries joined hers. They writhed together enjoying the amazing feelings, and when they started to wane, Scott pushed his lips against his wife's and held her tightly until their bodies finally relaxed. When the kiss ended, he started to lick the top of her breasts, tasting her sweat while she continued to recover.

"You're amazing," he whispered, kissing her again.

"I'm shattered," she sighed.

"That's because I did such a good job," he laughed.

"You did when you quit talking," she answered, giving him an irritated look.

That night in bed, it was Scott's turn to lie awake and contemplate things. He thought about the surprise he felt when his wife informed him about her illicit affair with her married boss. Daniel, a man he knew quite well, was on the fast track at the company and was, without question, an alpha male. He remembered him as a decent enough guy, but he knew he was the father of two young kids, so his wife's involvement shocked him. Then, there was her admission that her communication with the man had carried on after they had married. He felt quite proud that he managed to keep his outward cool after the revelation, but he couldn't help but wonder if their interaction had been limited to texting. He knew it was something he would want to learn more about in the future, and he hoped his wife would come to him first if something had indeed occurred.

The disclosure also made him wonder if he truly understood his wife as well as he thought, and the events at the fair, as entertaining as they were, amplified his curiosity. Especially, her encounter with the carny that she had been reluctant to admit. As he considered it all, his thoughts jumped to her drenched pussy that he discovered in their car. He tried to decide what part of the day she had found the most exciting, and as he recalled the various situations, he realized his hand was slowly pulling on his partially erect dick.

"Don't talk about the fair. I don't want to go there with her," Amy said to her husband on their way to the restaurant to meet her grandmother.

In truth, Scott didn't want to either, but he decided to have some fun and replied, "I bet she'd love to hear about you getting naked for a carny."

"No, she wouldn't, and I didn't get naked. I didn't show him anything, and I shouldn't have told you, either," she responded with a dirty glare.

"I'm just teasing. Geez..." he answered, feeling her wrath.

"Just behave," she said as her look softened.

The hostess had already seated Mimi when they arrived, and she was enjoying a glass of champagne. Amy quickly ordered one as well while Scott selected bourbon. When the drinks arrived, they made a quick toast, and then the women started catching up on family gossip. Scott let them talk without interruption as they sipped on their drinks and ordered. Halfway through the meal, he had resigned himself to an enjoyable but uneventful evening when he saw a tiny smile appear on the elderly woman's face.

"What, Mimi?" Amy asked, spotting it, too.

"Oh, darling, it's just that every time I see you, I'm reminded of being young," she laughed.

"Thanks," Amy replied after a brief silence, and then added, "You're still very lively. Very young."

"Well, thank you for that, but it's not true. This old body isn't what it used to be," she offered, and after staring at her granddaughter for a moment, she asked, "Have you worn the halter I gave you?"

The blush that swept across the young wife's face answered the question before she finally forced out, "I... I guess I did."

"Oh, I see. There must be a story, but I'll leave it to you to decide what to share," she said, feeling her granddaughter's distress.

Scott couldn't take it anymore and started to laugh, which drew an annoyed look from his wife, who blurted out, "He made me."

"Young man, what did you make this sweet child do?" Mimi probed playfully.

At first, he thought about giving some kind of vague answer, but since both women had smiles on their faces, he replied, "We went to a country fair with her wearing it with a miniskirt."

"Oh, that's nice," the older woman answered.

Scott and Amy glanced at each other as the tone of her voice seemed to hold some disappointment. Unsure what to do, they were silent for a bit before the young wife finally spoke.

"I was nice, and it was a beautiful day, too," she said.

"Well, I hope you continue to have fun," Mimi offered, with a hint of condescension.

A little perturbed, for a moment, Amy considered sharing with her grandmother the exhibition she had performed and their wild sex at the car, but something held her back. Instead, she settled in her seat, forced her body to relax, and smiled at the woman.

Later, in the car, as the couple drove home, Amy acknowledged the awkward moment, "Mimi acted very strange when we told her about the fair."

"She seemed disappointed," Scott replied.

"I know. So strange," she answered, and after a pause, she added, "I thought about telling her what happened, but I was too chicken."

The message caused her husband to laugh, and he said, "Maybe you should have."

"She has an agenda. I mean... Every time there's this vibe," she said while giving her husband a questioning look.

A thought struck Scott, and as he started to chuckle, he forced out, "Maybe it is genetic."

"Jerk," she replied and turned her head forward.

For almost a minute, they drove in silence, and then Scott suggested, "It could be that she's reluctant to say more with me around. If you want her to share, it might be better to meet her alone."

"You could be right," she agreed.

A few days later, Scott started to receive texts from Clint, reminding him of the forthcoming fair they had briefly discussed that was now just a week away. In his messages, he described it as a bit larger and better attended, with ample opportunity for play. The younger man courteously answered but didn't commit to attending. It wasn't that he felt reluctant to display his wife again. In truth, he was quite excited by the idea, but something about conspiring with the older man seemed a bit sordid. Plus, he hadn't discussed it with Amy, and he knew she would be a less eager participant if she wasn't part of the decision. For the rest of the day, he weighed the pros and cons, with the pros easily winning, so that evening, he decided to hold the discussion.

"Sweetie, what do you think about going to that fair next weekend?" he asked.

"What fair?" she replied, acting ignorant.

"You know. The one we talked about with the couple," he clarified.

"Have you talked with him about it?" she probed.

"I traded texts but didn't commit to anything," he answered honestly.

Amy nodded her head and then said, "I don't think so. I think I've had my fill of exhibition, and I want to get rid of the hair, too."

"Oh... uhhh..." her husband stammered, and the pretty woman had to fight to keep her composure when she saw his distressed look.

"You're so easy," she giggled, and before he could respond, she added, "What's the weather supposed to be?"

"Cute... very cute. The weather is supposed to be good. Maybe, a little warmer," he said.

The next day, Scott texted Clint and told him of their decision. The older man was quite pleased and fired off several messages trying to sync their schedules. Wanting some freedom, Scott fended off these attempts and offered only that they would arrive sometime between noon and two.

After the strange reaction she received from her grandmother concerning the halter, Amy had thought about her husband's suggestion that she meet with the woman alone. Deciding it made sense and quite curious to learn more, the young wife asked the woman to meet her for lunch but she suggested drinks at her home, instead. Thus, the following day, she found herself making the short drive directly from work to her grandmother's lovely home. The place held special memories for her as she had spent a great deal of time there as a young girl, and she always enjoyed visiting.

"Come in, dear," Mimi said when she opened the door.

Stepping inside, she noted that the older woman had dressed well, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had any significance for their meeting. Together, they moved to a well-appointed living room where a bottle of wine sat on the coffee table. As soon as they were on the sofa, Mimi poured each of them a glass.

"You haven't been here in some time," she said to her granddaughter.

"I know. I was thinking the same thing on the drive. I miss being here," Amy replied.

For the next hour, the women chatted, covering many of the same topics they had at dinner. Amy thought their interaction was uncharacteristically stiff and hoped the elderly woman would give some sign, as she had before, that would offer her a chance to query her thoughts. Unfortunately, she provided no opportunity, and when the conversation started to drag, the young woman decided to take the initiative.

"Mimi, I want to ask you something, but it's a little awkward," she started.

"What's that, dear?" the elderly woman asked.

"Well, at dinner with Scott, you acted a little... strange, I guess. When you asked about the halter. When you asked if I wore it, and Scott told you about the fair... I mean... your response seemed odd, I guess," she tried to explain.

"I don't recall that," the woman answered as a smile crept onto her face.

Exasperated, the young wife replied, "Mimi!"

"Oh, darling, why do you care what an old woman thinks?" she responded with a gentle laugh.

"Of course, I care, and I want you to tell me," she stated.

The forceful tone of Amy's message took her grandmother aback, and she went silent and stared at the pretty woman for some time before explaining, "I told you that you remind me of me in my youth. Let's just say my experiences were a bit wilder, and I thought maybe we were similar. I'm sorry I upset you."

Now, it was Amy's turn to go silent as she considered what to share, but finally, after a deep breath, she replied, "We had sex in the parking lot, and I... I showed my... I bent over and people looked."

Her interest piqued, the woman asked, "Tell me more."

"I did... I told you," Amy responded, suddenly embarrassed.

It took a bit more prodding, but the elderly woman finally managed to get her granddaughter to give a complete account of the day at the fair. With each revelation, she became bolder, and near the end, they were giggling together.

"Darling, I always suspected you had a wild streak. I could see it in your eyes," Mimi laughed.

For a moment, the young woman considered sharing her affair at work and her hairy tummy, but decided to save that information for another day. Then, a thought struck her, and for a few seconds, she considered how to bring it up.

"Mimi... uhhh... Did mom... was she wild?" she stammered.

Another laugh escaped the woman's mouth, and she replied, "Your mom is a wonderful person, but quite set in her ways. I never saw the same spark."

Amy pondered her words for a bit, concluding that it was a fair representation of her mother, and then said eagerly, "Tell me some wild things you did."

"Darling, let your imagination run free," she answered with a deep laugh.

Despite repeated attempts, the young woman couldn't get her grandmother to share more, and a half hour later, she left and raced home to share the details with her husband. Scott was already home when she arrived, and Amy quickly changed and then met her husband in the living room. Tipsy from the wine she had consumed, she immediately began to tell him about the conversation. They agreed the woman had much more to share and that the halter gift clearly had a purpose. Finally finished, the pretty young woman fell back into the soft cushions of the sofa and looked at her husband with a smile.

"You should really go crazy when we go to the fair so you'll have something to tell," he teased.

"Are we going? Is that final?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"It is now," Scott laughed.

Amy gave him an impish smile and then opened her robe, revealing her unkempt bush and trail. She ran her fingers through the hair several times and then turned to her husband, who had his lust-filled eyes focused on her pussy.

"It needs some work," she giggled.

Breaking from his trance, he replied, "Saturday morning. Let it grow until then."

The couple locked eyes and held their stare until Amy finally whispered, "Lick my pussy."

In a flash, he was between her legs, and as he pushed her robe aside, she spread her legs, causing her delicate lips to part. Scott could see that she had already started to lubricate, and he used his hands to open her further and then pushed his face into her opening. He ran his nose along her slit several times and then replaced it with his tongue, adding his saliva to her juices. Then, he moved to her clit, and finding it already swollen, he flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Egged on by her soft whines, he assaulted her nub for the next several minutes before pausing for air.

Looking up, he saw her pinching her nipples, and a sudden surge of lust swept through him, making him say, "You're going to show everything to everyone. All day."

"You want me to?" she gasped, but before he could answer, she forced his head down.

Scott's attention was doing wonders as each flick of his tongue caused a vibration in her body much like the strumming of a guitar. The thought of showing herself again now merged with the message from her grandmother, putting her brain in the perfect place for a powerful orgasm.

"Scott! Uhhhh... ummm..." she grunted from the intense feeling, and then suddenly it disappeared, leaving her confused, but just seconds later, a giant wave came roaring back, clearing everything in its path, "Oh, baby go... Oh, yes... Uhhhh... Don't stop... Don't... ohhhh... oh, Scott... Fuck... oh fuck..."

Scott had to physically hold her body in place as the climax swept through her but the moment it started to wane, he leapt to his feet, tore off his clothes, and guided his dick into his wife's sodden opening. At first, she was barely responsive, still lost in the feelings of her release, but after a dozen deep strokes, she came back into the moment and wrapped her legs around his waist while her nails gripped his shoulders.

"God, you're so damn hot," he groaned.

Rather than respond verbally, she looped her arm around his neck and pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. When it ended, he started to thrust into her aggressively, which forced a litany of whimpers to pour from her mouth. Extremely excited, he wanted badly to experience the magical feeling wash through his body as he filled his pretty wife with his semen.

"Let go, baby," she coached, sensing he was close.

As his body tensed, he started to groan, and the intensity grew until he finally exploded, "Oh, Amy... oh shit. Damn... Goddamn, Amy..."

With his ejaculation, his strength left, and he suddenly found himself sprawled across his wife's sweaty body, gasping for air, as she slowly stroked his hair.

"That was a big one," she giggled, pleased by both the power of her orgasm and how excited she had made him.

"I can't move," he said in a low voice.

"Be still and rest," she responded.

As Amy lay beneath her recovering husband, her thoughts returned to her discussion with her grandmother and how it had resulted in the passionate sex with her husband. She thought about how intense the sex had become since she received the halter and knew there was a connection. Then, there was her husband's excited demand that she expose herself that, in the moment, had seemed so right. Instinctively, she knew that her grandmother would want her to as well, and as the idea swirled in her head, she realized that maybe she did, too.

The week seemed to fly by for the young couple with surpassingly little talk about the upcoming fair. Scott did trade several texts with Clint but offered little tangible information. He did note that the older man's excitement seemed to be growing with each passing day, which made him wonder if he expected something particular to occur or if it was just his normal manner.

On Friday evening, they went out to dinner, had too much to drink, and then enjoyed sloppy sex until they both passed out. During their romp, Scott pressed his wife to show more and became very excited when she didn't push back. Despite his mild hangover, he remembered the exchange and hoped that his wife wouldn't become reluctant once there.

"It's time, sweetie," the young husband called out a little after ten.

"For what?" she asked, pretending to be confused.

"For your grooming session, of course. Let me get a towel, then you can get on the bed," he replied, brushing aside her attempt.

When he returned, his wife gave him an irritated look, but by now he knew it was just part of the game. He placed the towel and then positioned her on her back with her legs slightly spread. With scissors in hand, he started to slowly snip the wilder areas of her thick bush.

"Do some more," his wife said when he stopped to inspect his work.

"No, I like it this way," he countered, and before she could reply, he added, "It's natural."

"Natural? Maybe five hundred years ago," she protested.

Ignoring the remark, he turned his attention to her tummy, and like before, he shaved the light covering of hair until only a narrow strip a few hairs wide remained. After clipping a few longer hairs, he plucked several more with the tweezers, and then stood. Pleased with the results, like before, the combination of the hairy trail and the muscles in her toned abdomen acted like a signpost directing attention downward.

"You're already getting wet," he laughed, seeing the dew forming on her lips through the thicket of hair.

"Stop!" she demanded, starting to rise.

"Wait, I'm not finished yet," he replied, pushing on her shoulder.

Exasperated, she fell back onto the bed, and for the next minute, Scott made the final touches. A smile slowly appeared on his face as he concluded he had once again created the naughty look, he craved.

"Time for the dye. Call me when you're done," he said.

Amy shook her head as she rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Scott, knowing she would take her time, went to watch TV and forty minutes later, he heard her call out. Returning, he did a final inspection but seeing nothing that needed attention, he looked at her and nodded.

Stepping back, he watched as his wife donned her red thong and then fish through her drawers for the miniskirt and halter. When they were on, she put on the same hoop earrings as before along with the turquoise bracelet. While she put on her sandals, he noticed she had chosen a slightly different shade of nail polish, but it was still in keeping with the overall look he wanted so he said nothing. Once finished, he had her turn around several times to inspect.

"We need to discuss your..." he started.

"I'm wearing panties," Amy interrupted, accurately guessing his direction.

"But..." he tried again.

"I'm wearing them," she stated firmly.

"Well, I guess you're perfect then," Scott said, a little dejectedly

"Yes, and don't forget it," she laughed playfully as she looked at her butt in her full-length mirror.

Minutes later, they were out the door, and they had only driven for a few minutes when the subject turned to their destination.

"I can't decide whether or not I want to run into Clint and Pauline," Scott offered.

"I thought there was something planned," Amy responded.

"It's loose. I said we would likely go, but that's it," he explained.

"I don't see how we could miss them if they're there," she countered.

"It's supposed to be a little bigger, but you're probably right," he conceded.

"I hope there's shade. It's going to be hot today," the young wife said.

Scott nodded, acknowledging her comment, as his mind raced with memories of the sweat that covered her exposed cleavage during the previous fair. It had definitely enhanced her sexy appearance and he looked forward to seeing it again.

Like before, they parked in a large grass field that was quite full, and when the car had stopped, Scott was about to step out when he noticed his wife giving him a questioning look.

"What?" he said.

"No flowers for my hair?" she asked.

"Shit, I forgot. And, I liked that look," he replied, truly disappointed.

"Hmmm..." Amy responded as she opened her door.

They emerged into the late spring heat and had barely started their walk toward the booths when Scott noticed a solo thirtyish man do a double-take on his wife. He smiled to himself and hoped the little thrill it brought him portended how their day would go.

As they neared the action, they could tell the fair was indeed larger, although not dramatically so. It had a similar layout with vendor booths, a stock show, and a carnival, which, to the young husband's eye, looked identical to the prior one. Instantly, his thoughts went to his wife's interaction with the carny, and he pondered if he might be present. He guessed the workers in the business came and went regularly, so it wasn't even a given he was still employed. Nevertheless, intrigued by the prospect, he wondered if he could cause an encounter, as it would be entertaining to see his wife and the man interact.

The couple randomly selected a lane and started browsing the vendor booths, and it didn't take long for them to realize that they had visited many at the prior fair. Still, both knew that they provided only a backdrop for their true intent, so they pretended to engage with the owners while offering Amy's racy look to the crowd.

"Hey, there's the guy that sold us the bracelet," Scott said, nodding toward a nearby space.

Without speaking, the young wife ambled over just as several window shoppers left.

"Nice bracelet you got there. You should get another," the man laughed.

"What are these?" Amy asked, pointing towards a display filled with small pieces she didn't recognize.

"Piercing jewelry," the vendor replied with a grin.

"Honey, maybe you should..." her husband started.

"No," she responded emphatically, cutting him off.

Her reply made both men laugh, and when they had calmed, Scott said, "I guess we have to stick to vanilla."

Amy shot her husband a dirty look but recovered quickly and said to the man, "Can I see that one?"

"The necklace?" he asked, and when she nodded, he passed it to her.

"You should try it on," he suggested, and after she fumbled with it, he offered, "Hand it to me and turn around. I'll help you."

The pretty woman gave him the jewelry and then turned and lifted her hair so he could loop the piece around her neck. In doing so, she presented her halter-covered breasts to all those walking by. To her husband, it seemed like a pose, and he couldn't help but wonder if she did it intentionally. Regardless, with the seconds feeling like minutes as people passed, he felt his dick stir in his jeans.

"Nice," a large older man offered, staring openly.

Scott saw a wave of goosebumps sweep across his wife's chest, which made his breath quicken. He had to admit that seeing others gaze at her was exciting, but interaction brought an even better reaction.

"There. Got it," the vendor announced.

Amy dropped her hair, turned, and accepted the mirror he offered, taking her time as she inspected the necklace. By the man's manner, Scott guessed it was a more expensive piece, and wondered how to deal with his wife if she wanted it.

"What do you think?" she finally asked.

Like her bracelet, it was made of turquoise. He didn't think it was anything special, but he was pleased that it wasn't long enough to distract from her breasts.

"Okay, I guess," he responded, still nervous about the price.

"I want it," she replied firmly.

"How much?" her husband asked.

"Just $125," the man answered as a smile broke out.

By his wife's tone, he knew he wouldn't easily get her to change her mind, so he fished his credit card from his wallet and handed it over.

"I'm a little surprised you wanted that," Scott said to her as they stepped away.

Amy ran her fingers along the necklace for a second and then replied, "It's your punishment for making the vanilla comment."

"Couldn't you just have slapped me or something?" he answered sarcastically.

"It's not that bad. I kind of like it," she replied with a giggle.

The couple finished wandering down one row and then turned and roamed another. Along the way, Scott spotted multiple men and a few women taking in his wife's appearance. Like last week's fair, the smiles from the men were offset by the judgmental scowls from the women. Finishing the second aisle, they were about to start on a third when Clint and Pauline suddenly appeared. The older man was dressed in jeans and a simple green T-shirt while his wife wore a halter similar to Amy's along with a ruffled, floral miniskirt. The top exposed most of her enhanced breasts, which Scott guessed were at least D-cup.

"I liked your halter, so I got one. I hope you don't mind," the Asian woman giggled.

"It's fine," Amy replied, joining in her laugh.

"You have an admirer. Well, you have more than one, but we watched one guy following you. He took some pictures, too," Clint told her.

"Really, I didn't see anything," Scott said.

"He was a little behind you," the older man clarified as they started to move. They had barely taken ten steps when he stopped, and said, "That's him in the blue shirt."

The couple spotted the man Clint indicated, standing about twenty yards away. Forty-something, short, and pudgy, when he noticed their gaze, he nervously disappeared into the crowd. Strangely, Scott felt a little disappointed by his dorky look.

"Looks out of place," Scott said.

"A bit, I guess," Clint acknowledged.

Together, they started moving again, headed toward a fresh row of booths. The men followed a few steps behind the women, which allowed them to spot interested onlookers. From this perspective, Scott could see that both women now had a sheen of sweat across their backs and shoulders, which, he felt, increased their allure.

"You should have stayed and had that drink last time. It got interesting," Clint said to the young husband.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Pauline attracted a lot of attention and had some fun," he chuckled.

About to ask a clarifying question, Scott's attention was diverted when he spotted a young man move in front of the women as if to block them. Hastening his pace, he managed to get the man's attention, who then backed off quickly.

"He looked too eager," Scott said when the moment had passed.

"Yes, it happens sometimes. Especially, later after some drinking," Clint replied.

When they reached the end of the row, they continued to the next without stopping. Halfway down, the young husband noticed a booth selling framed maps and he stopped to check things out. He didn't stay long, but when he looked up, Amy and Clint were twenty yards ahead, continuing forward, while Pauline waited for him a short distance away.

"It's hot today," she announced when he joined her.

Looking down at the woman, he spotted a drop of sweat slowly descend into her cleavage and disappear. When he raised his head, he met her smiling face, which showed no irritation at his directed gaze.

"Yeah, it is," he concurred, embarrassed at being caught.

They moved in the direction of their spouses, who were now even further away. Scott thought about quickening his pace to catch up, but there was a certain naughtiness in the separation, so he decided to hang back. Pauline's wide smile showed she was quite happy with things and she fell in next to him as if they were a couple.

"Clint was so excited to know you were coming. We were happy to meet last time, too," she said.

"Kindred spirits, I guess," Scott chuckled.

"Your wife seems more relaxed now. Like she's getting into it," the woman offered.

He had to agree that there was something to her observation as Amy did seem to be acting more confident. He held some concern about the older couple's presence as he felt it might make his wife reticent, but so far, everything had been fine.

"Last time was our first experience. Now, she has an idea of what to expect," Scott said.

"Just think how she'll be after a dozen times," Pauline laughed.

For just an instant, the young husband considered her words, and then, joining her laugh, he responded, "Who knows what might happen?"

"I know, right?" she answered, and then, after flashing him a devilish smile, she asked, "Want to see my pussy?"

Surprised by her question, he struggled with a response, and in the short silence, Pauline scooted ahead, dropped some change, and then bent over to pick it up. Suddenly, just a few feet ahead, Scott was treated to a perfect view of her naked ass and pouty pussy lips. They glistened either from her sweat or arousal, and the young husband couldn't tear his eyes away.

"Oh, my God," a disgusted female voice called out from behind him, indicating others were aware, too.

Then, she stood and looked at him with anticipation, causing him to say, "Very nice, Pauline."

"Just tell me when you want more," she responded with a huge smile which brought a quick nod from the younger man.

The playful interaction hadn't lasted more than a few seconds, but when the duo started walking again, they could see their spouses had stopped and were turned their way. Scott cringed at the look on his wife's face and knew that she would think that he had instigated the show. He prepared himself for her anger, but as he watched, the pair exchanged a few words and then started walking again. He wasn't sure how to read his wife's actions, whether she had dismissed Pauline's exhibition as unimportant or was continuing to stew, but felt space and time might help. However, less than a minute later, he learned she had something entirely different in mind.

Still over ten yards ahead, with a healthy crowd moving about, Scott saw his wife say something to the older man, step forward a little, and then perform the same bending display as Pauline. Of course, she showed far less than the Asian woman, but the act itself excited the young husband causing his dick to instantly harden. Too far away to see the details, he wondered if her thong had shown and perhaps even some hair emerging from the edges of the taut fabric.

At his side, he heard Pauline giggling, and she declared, "She's ready to play!"

Scott thought that after her show, his wife would wait for him. Perhaps, rub his nose in it in a two-can-play-this-game manner, so he was a bit surprised when the duo continued without a look back. They finished the row of booths and started another, and were perhaps a third of the way along when Scott watched as his wife once again bent over for the older man. With revenge no longer a reason, he realized his pretty wife must be enjoying her illicit play.

"Damn," Scott said in a low voice.

"Did you see those men watching? God, it was so hot. Now, I know how I look," Pauline responded.

He had indeed spotted the cluster of men taking in his wife's exhibition. Fortunately, they made no move toward her, but he could tell by their broad grins that they had appreciated the show.

"Wild," he acknowledged, unsure what else to say.

"Want to see my tits?" Pauline suddenly asked.

Surprised by the woman's unexpected question, he stood silently for several seconds before answering, "How would you manage to do that?"

The question made her giggle again, before she replied, "Oh, we'd have to find a quiet spot. Your wife seems happy with my husband, so they won't miss us."

Instantly, Scott realized they weren't discussing a playful exhibition. Her offer signaled something more, and the innuendo from Clint earlier suddenly came rushing back making him suspect that the older couple were swingers.

"Thanks, Pauline, but I want to stay close to Amy," he replied.

"Okay," she answered, showing no offense at the rejection.

When they reached the end of the row of booths, Clint and Amy were waiting. Scott was astonished when he saw the impish grin on his wife's face rather than the annoyed look he expected. He could also see that her body appeared flushed and sweat coated her cleavage. He knew the heat was an issue, but he couldn't help but suspect arousal played a role, too. He thought about taking her away to somewhere quiet and pounding her mercilessly, but he knew that if they started anything, the game would be over for the day, and he wasn't ready to quit just yet.

Scott and Clint started a low conversation about where to go next, and when they looked up, the women had already started walking. Both looked at the women's rears swaying easily and then fell in behind.

"Did you get a good look at Pauline's sweet pussy?" the older man asked.

"Uh, yeah... I did," he admitted, nervously.

"It's okay. I don't mind. Your wife gave me a good look, too. I wish she'd ditch the panties, though," he replied.

"Could you see the thong?" Scott asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Sure did," he acknowledged with some pride.

"What else could you see?" he asked, growing bolder.

"Her wet panties and part of her bush," Clint laughed.

"You could see... Tell she was wet?" he probed excitedly.

"Oh, yeah. Looked nice and juicy," the man chuckled.

Scott knew that if he was telling the truth, it meant his wife had become very excited by her displays. There was even the possibility that Clint's close presence contributed to her state which caused conflicting emotions to course through his body. He thought back to the last time they ventured out and how he had discovered her drenched pussy as they played in the car. In that case, he couldn't be entirely certain of what had caused her arousal, but now, with no sex involved, all signs pointed toward her exhibition.

The men followed a few yards behind their wives and watched as they chatted. Soon, they started interacting with the male vendors, and it didn't take long for them to realize that they were openly flirting.

"What are they up to?" Scott asked after the third interaction.

His question made Clint laugh for a moment, and then explain, "They know they have the power and they're playing with it."

The young husband thought the older man had accurately assessed the situation, and the reality brought a smile to his face. Getting his wife to dress up and reveal herself in public had been a big step, and now seeing her connected to the like-minded older woman greatly exceeded his expectations. It prompted him to consider what else was possible as his wife didn't appear to have reached her limits. With his eyes locked onto her lovely ass, ideas came and went, but one recurring thought was to rid her of her panties.

"You're right, Clint. I need to get her to take off her thong," Scott said.

"Now you're talking," the man responded.

"Got to think how to do it," the younger man said.

After a pause, Clint suggested, "Maybe you should just tell her to. You might be surprised."

The message made the young husband turn and look at the man, and they held each other's stare for several seconds before he acknowledged it with a small nod. They made their way to the end of the row without incident and joined the girls who had stopped to wait on them.

"We're going to the toilet," Amy announced when they arrived.

Pleased with his good fortune, Scott pulled his wife several paces away and whispered to her, "Take your panties off."

The demand made the pretty woman look at her husband with an annoyed expression, and after several seconds, she turned away and said, "C'mon, Pauline. Let's go."

"She'll take them off. She wants them off," Clint laughed when they were out of earshot.

"We'll see," the young husband responded nervously.

The men were silent for almost a minute before Clint offered provocatively, "You do know that all the men here think that hairy trail means she's ready to fuck."

"Whoa, now. C'mon," Scott replied, thinking he had gone too far.

Undeterred, the older man continued, "It's true. Trust me. It's a hot look and one that most have never seen."

"Well, that's not the meaning," he answered as he mulled the message.

Another silence ensued, and as they waited, Scott thought about the strange connection that had formed with the couple and their lewd conversation. It wasn't something that he would have ever expected to occur, and he wondered why he was being so open with the older man about Amy. He felt part of it derived from the man's experience with illicit exhibition, but if he were completely honest, he would have to admit that part of him enjoyed discussing his wife.

The Port-a-Potties were across an open area some thirty yards away, so they had a good view of their wives as they sauntered back. Scott could see that the pair were engaged in a lively exchange, and his addled brain thought the subject was sexual in some way.

"Here," Amy said, reaching out with her clenched fist as soon as they arrived.

Scott lifted his hand, and suddenly, he held her red thong. Pleased but stunned, he stood like a statue for several seconds as the older couple laughed. When his senses returned, he became concerned about onlookers and decided to stuff the small, damp garment into his pocket.

"Can I have them?" Clint asked.

Amy's gasp was joined by Pauline's giggle, and although he knew it was dirty, something propelled him forward.

"Here ya go," Scott said as he handed them over.

"Mmmm..." the older man said as he ran them through his fingers, and then lifting them to his nose, he inhaled deeply and declared, "Wonderful."

Mortified, Amy looked at her husband and cried out, "Scott!"

"Calm down, Clint. You're embarrassing her," Pauline said.

Undeterred, he said, "I'd give you Pauline's, but she doesn't have any. But you know that."

Scott glanced at his wife and saw that her breasts were rising and falling rapidly from her rapid breathing. He was worried that the brief exchange had destroyed the positive vibe, but when he saw the corners of his wife's mouth form into a tiny smile, he knew things were okay.

Amazingly, the conversation shifted to non-sexual topics, and they chatted for several minutes before deciding to visit the show barns. Scott felt his wife take his hand and grip it firmly in a sign of possession as they made their way toward the animals. At first, he thought it was intended to keep him away from Pauline, but after just a few steps, he started to wonder if it was her way of staying away from Clint. He hoped it didn't signal the end of her exhibition as he was nowhere near satiated. Soon, he learned that his worries were unfounded.

They had strolled through the barns for about twenty minutes when Amy asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to show him?"

The question surprised him as it meant she was not only fully into the play, but that she was comfortable with the older man's looks.

With only a little hesitation, he replied, "Yes, baby. You need to."

The smile that formed on her face made his dick stiffen yet again, and he expected something to occur quickly. However, Amy took her time, and five or so minutes elapsed before she managed to separate Pauline from her husband. Now walking together in a sparsely populated area of the barn, she suddenly bent as if to adjust her sandal, providing all of them with a nice view of her firm ass and pussy. Her natural thigh gap provided a perfect framing and her hairy bush filled the opening with some of it clearly matted from her oozing juices.

Clint laughed openly before pronouncing as she stood, "You caught me off guard. Bend over again."

"Maybe later," she answered with an impish grin.

"I'm going to let my hair grow out," Pauline announced.

"We definitely need to talk about it," her husband responded, and then added, "Right now you're behind."

"I like it when there are more people around," she countered.

"Let's get back to the booths, then," Clint laughed.

Amy held back as the older couple started to move, and when she was next to her husband, she asked, "Am I doing good?"

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect," he answered sincerely.

In truth, the day was progressing far better than he hoped, and although surprised by his wife's eagerness, he found it extremely exciting. It opened the deviant part of his brain that now churned with thoughts and ideas.

Amy felt different without her panties. She felt a constant tickling sensation and when the breeze made it into her pubic hair, the feeling grew even stronger. Also, it made her feel naughty and bolder which was part of the reason she showed her pussy to Clint.

"Should I continue?" she asked, obviously fishing.

"Yes!" Scott declared.

The older couple was charting a quick course back to the more crowded booth area, and Scott could feel his body humming as he contemplated both women exposing themselves. However, when they emerged from the barns, the nearby carnival came into view, which instantly turned his thoughts to his wife's interaction with the carny. He wondered if it was indeed the same company and if the man was working.

After just a few steps, he decided to find out and called out to Clint, "We're going to wander through the carnival."

"I want to go," Pauline replied eagerly.

Because of his agenda, Scott was a little nervous about the couple's presence but decided to let it go, and together they made their way toward the entrance.

Like her husband, Amy wondered if the carnival worker she met at the last fair was present. His aggressive demeanor had caught her off guard, and while highly inappropriate, for some reason, she had found it entertaining. She was especially proud of how she had kept her cool and gave some back. She suspected that at least part of her husband's interest was a result of her sharing the interaction, and although she knew he wasn't the confrontational type, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous about a possible encounter.

When they entered the midway, Amy spotted the ring toss game at the opposite end, just like before, but it was still too far away to see the attendant. Glancing at her husband, she saw his eyes surveying the layout, and she could tell the moment he spotted the booth as his body suddenly stiffened. Oblivious to the underlying theme, Clint and Pauline took in all the elements of the carnival with big smiles. Soon, their attention turned to the Ferris wheel, and although small by amusement park standards, they eagerly headed toward the token booth.

"Let's go see your guy" Scott said with a smile.

"Don't you want to try a ride?" Amy countered, fighting back a grin.

"C'mon, I want to meet him," he replied.

"Why? There's no point to it," she answered, attempting to dissuade.

"Because he made an impression on you and you're my wife," the young husband replied, still showing an amused look.

"He did because he was a jerk," she responded.

"Baby, we need to get you a bear," he laughed.

The young wife gave her husband an exasperated look, shook her head, and then said, "Okay, let's go then."

"Yes, let's go," Scott agreed, and they started down the crowded way, leaving the other couple behind.

For the first thirty yards, it took some maneuvering to get through the crowd, but the throng eased considerably as they neared the end. Here, the carnys worked the crowd much harder in an attempt to generate some business.

Amy spotted Wade at the booth but said nothing to her husband. He was talking to a group of teenagers, and as she watched, one by one, they made attempts as their friends shouted encouragements. Nobody won, and after some disappointed comments, they drifted off as a group.

Wade was watching the ass of one of the departing young girls when he spotted Amy. A smile came to his face as he realized she was wearing the same outfit, and he was just about to beckon her over when he noticed a man close to her side say something into her ear. With the direction of his eyes toward his stand, he suspected the man was the pretty woman's husband, and he was the subject of the discussion. For a moment, his body stiffened as if trouble was at hand, but it quickly passed as the man's body language didn't suggest anger. Plus, he knew that with just a shout of the keyword, he would get plenty of help should something develop.

"Good to see you again," he said with a smirk when they arrived, and then quickly added, "You back to get that bear?"

Both Amy and Scott understood his mocking intent, and Amy glanced at her husband to gauge his reaction. Relieved to see that he showed no outward irritation, she stepped up to the counter.

"Yes, I want to play," she said, trying to show confidence.

Scott's demeanor suggested to the carny that he might be unaware of the exchange that occurred during his wife's prior visit. Still, he couldn't be sure, so he carried some trepidation as he collected the rings for the young wife.

Offering them to her, their hands touched for an instant, causing a sudden and unexpected reaction in her body. Her nipples tightened, and a quick tingle danced between her legs. It took tremendous willpower not to show a reaction, and she felt exposed as if both the carny and her husband were aware of her condition.

Wade did indeed notice her sudden change, but he put it down to nerves, which reinforced his view that she hadn't shared anything. It intrigued him, although he wasn't certain if he had any way to benefit from it.

"Give it a go," he said as he stepped out of the way.

Amy's attempts failed completely. One ring missed the bottles entirely while the other two bounced off harmlessly.

"Let me try," Scott said before the last ring had come to a complete rest.

After collecting the rings, Wade handed them over, then moved out of the way and watched as the young husband missed, too. With an annoyed sigh, Scott pulled out his wallet and paid for the attempts.

"Any other way to get a bear?" he asked.

The look on his face as he asked informed the carny that, contrary to his earlier assessment, Scott was aware of his attempts to get his wife to show her body. His flat expression showed neither irritation nor interest, which left Wade to ponder what he had in mind. He thought of repeating the requirement he had delivered to Amy on her prior visit or perhaps just quoting a number that would put some cash in his pocket, but before he could decide, they were interrupted by a loud voice.

"Here y'all are. We've been looking everywhere!" Clint called out.

Scott turned and saw the older couple approaching rapidly. He had indeed been trying to provoke the carny while putting his wife on edge, and was annoyed at the intrusion.

"Did y'all win?" Pauline asked eagerly as she looked over the carny.

"No, we..." Amy started before the older woman interrupted.

"I want to play," she said loudly.

Without speaking, Wade collected the rings and handed them to the Asian woman. She gave him a surreptitious wink and then made a show of practicing an exaggerated tossing motion, which offered the man a good view of her large breasts encased in the halter.

Amy quickly picked up on the woman's intent, and she felt a strange pang of jealousy hit her in the gut. For just an instant, she wondered why she had to share him and why she told her husband about their interaction. The man had certainly acted inappropriately, but it still felt personal to her in a very bizarre way.

"Shit!" Pauline yelled after the first miss.

Before she made her second attempt, she repeated her practice ritual, and Amy noticed that the man was fighting to hold back his smile. When she missed again, she repeated the routine, and Amy, now annoyed, had to bite her lip to keep from scolding the older woman.

"These things are hard to win," Clint said as he stepped forward to pay.

"I bet he knows how," Pauline said in a flirty tone, and then continued with, "Show me how."

"Here's for the last one and another," Clint laughed, handing over the money.

"Hold it like this and be gentle when you toss it," the man explained as he held her hand softly and moved it in a throwing motion.

"I'm Pauline. What's your name?" she asked playfully.

"Wade," he answered, flashing her a seductive smile as he took in the contrast of her dyed blonde hair and almond eyes.

The woman's first two throws went as before, and she was preparing for the third when the ring suddenly left her fingers and bounced several feet into the midway.

"Oops!" she let out as she turned and bent at the waist.

With her ass pointed toward the booth, she provided Wade with an unfettered view of her ass and smoothly shaved pussy. Pretending to fumble with the ring, she wiggled back and forth before finally standing.

"Mercy," the carny let out as he feasted on her exposed flesh.

Amy felt incensed. Even though she knew the woman was unaware of her history with the man, she still felt like Pauline had invaded her territory. Also, she wanted to cast judgment on the woman for exposing herself so blatantly to a specific person, but then she recalled she had done the same thing with Clint to tease her husband.

Pauline missed on her last throw, and the group prepared to leave as Wade looked on with a smirk. Scott, reluctant to go, knew it would be impossible to separate from the others, so he decided to give it some time and then maybe return. They had walked twenty yards or so when Clint suddenly stopped.

"I'll be right back," he said and turned back toward the booth.

Everyone watched as he held a conversation with Wade that lasted several minutes. Near the end, they saw the carnival worker pull his phone from his pocket and type something. When Clint returned, they started moving again without speaking, leaving both Amy and her husband curious about his purpose.

As it was growing late, the group decided to leave the carnival and make a final pass through the vendor area. As they walked, Amy thought about her husband's words to the carny before the other couple arrived. She wondered if he merely wanted to procure a bear for her or if he hoped Wade would repeat his offer from before, and, if so, what was his plan? Perhaps, he wanted to tease her and make her uncomfortable. That was a thought she could easily buy into, but there was also the possibility that he would have pushed her to show herself. Could Scott be that direct, that bold? She thought that perhaps later, when they were in bed, she would try to coax him into telling.

As they wandered through the booths, each woman displayed themselves once more. Even though it was thrilling to watch his pretty wife excite the nearby onlookers, Scott sensed something was amiss, and he rightly surmised it traced back to the carnival. At the right time, he intended to ask her about it, but it was impossible with the other couple always close by.

"I think we're done," Scott announced when they had reached the end of a row of booths.

"Agreed! This fair has been worked over," Clint laughed, and then quickly added, "A good day though."

"Yes!" the young husband agreed, pleased by the results.

"We plan to swing by a roadhouse a couple of miles away for a drink. Why don't you meet us there?" the older man suggested.

"Honey, I'm going to the bathroom," Amy said.

"Me, too," Pauline responded.

As soon as they left, Clint moved closer and said, "You should join us."

"I don't think it's our thing. Plus, we're a little tired," Scott replied.

"I understand," the man answered, and then after a short silence, he continued, "I think Wade might join us. Pauline showed an interest, and he said he might be able to make it if things die down early."

The message intrigued Scott, and recalling the man's earlier hints, he asked, "What's going to happen?"

"Have a drink and see how things go. If they hit it off, she'll probably want to fuck him," he replied with a casual chuckle, and when he saw the young husband's look, he added, "She started playing a bit last year. At the fair where we met y'all, she ended up with two men. Sometimes things work out, and sometimes they don't. We prefer to just let things happen instead of planning anything, but it's amazing how often things get wild. We'll see what happens with this guy. If not him, maybe someone else will get her attention."

Scott wasn't totally surprised to hear the man's answer, as he had suspected something along these lines. Pauline was reasonably attractive and playful, so he knew she wouldn't have difficulty garnering attention, although he wasn't certain about the dynamics with the husband involved. He couldn't help but visualize her on her back with her legs spread, taking a stranger's cock as she panted and whined in pleasure. And what would Clint be doing? Would he be silent or encouraging? Dressed or naked? The situation made him feel strangely naïve, and he wondered how his wife would react when he told her about the discussion on the drive home.

As soon as the women returned, they headed for the parking lot, splitting after traversing several rows. Once alone, Amy took her husband's hand, and the look she gave him let him know she was ready to play. When they arrived at the car, there were too many people around to start anything, and although they tried to wait it out, there always seemed to be someone just a little too close. Frustrated, they climbed into the car, and Scott immediately turned and kissed his pretty wife over the console.

"This sucks," she said when the kiss ended.

"I know! I was looking forward to round two," he chuckled.

"You want to wait some more?" she asked hopefully.

After a quick nod, Scott gave his wife another passionate kiss and reveled in her excitement. Feeling antsy and interested to see her reaction, he decided to share the exchange he had with Clint.

"Clint and Pauline are going to a bar. You know what he told me while y'all were gone?" he started.

"What?" she asked eagerly, sensing by her husband's tone that there was a good story.

"They are basically swingers. Pauline was with two guys, fucked two strangers, after the last fair. He asked the booth guy... your admirer, to join them tonight," he explained.

"Really?" she replied, but before her husband could answer, she said, "Actually, I'm not that surprised. There seemed to be something going on."

"Yeah. Clint has been dropping hints, and I guess he decided to just put it all on the table," Scott laughed.

Amy laughed too, but when she calmed, her thoughts went to Wade and Pauline. Once again, she felt like the older woman had trespassed into her thing. She knew it made no sense as she certainly was not involved with the man, nor was she planning to have sex with him, but she still felt a little irritated.

"Why did he tell you?" Amy asked.

"He wanted us to join them," he replied.

"What did you tell him?" she responded.

"I told him no thanks," he said.

There was silence in the car for several seconds, and then Amy asked, "Why?"

Taken aback by his wife's apparent interest, he stammered, "I... I don't know... I guess... I guess I didn't think you'd want to."

She nodded her head several times as they stared at each other before saying, "It might be entertaining."

Scott felt both stunned and excited by his wife's statement, and he quickly found his phone and typed out a quick message to Clint asking about the name and location of the bar. After hitting send, they sat impatiently waiting for a response as the seconds turned to minutes.

"You seemed a little mad about Pauline and that guy," he asked after some silence.

"What's that mean? Why do you say that?" the pretty woman responded, feeling busted.

"You seemed annoyed. After we left, you acted a little uptight," Scott replied, trying hard not to smile.

"No," she said shaking her head in mock annoyance, and before her husband could answer, she asked, "And what was that bear question all about?"

The question made the young man laugh openly, and he explained, "I wanted to see your reaction but Clint killed it."

"You're not funny," she said, and when he didn't stop, she asked, "Did you want me to show him?"

Her words instantly stopped his chuckle and they stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before he replied, "I thought about it."

Amy gasped loudly, and said, "Scott!"

"I'm joking," he replied as his laughter returned.

"Jerk," she responded although she couldn't suppress a giggle.

In truth, he had thought about it. Seeing Amy cavort and show herself to Clint and others had unleashed some strange thoughts in his head, but he wanted some time for reflection before sharing them with his wife.

"You know we do need to catch up to them," Scott said, fighting back another grin.

"Why?" Amy asked, stepping into his trap.

"He still has your panties. We need to get them back," he laughed.

"I thought they were a gift," she replied, catching him off guard and once again forcing the smile from his face.

Now, it was Amy's turn to laugh, and when it waned, she asked, "Can you search for nearby bars? There can't be that many."

Rather than respond to her question, the young husband looked into his wife's eyes and asked, "Did you enjoy showing him your pussy?"

Instantly, Amy responded with a sharp retort, "Who, baby? Lots of people saw it."

"Clint, smartass," he countered.

"Isn't it what you wanted?" she answered, and while the young husband searched for a response, she added, "It served its purpose."

"Oh, how so?" he asked.

Amy lifted her hand and gently stroked the side of her husband's head before answering, "To get it in your head."

"You are so..." he started before the ping from his phone silenced him.

Looking down, he could see a text had arrived from Clint, which held a pin of their location. The message ended Amy and Scott's verbal jousting, and within seconds, they were out of the parking lot, headed towards the bar. It was a short drive that the couple made mostly in silence, and when they arrived, they discovered a dozen cars parked in front of a ramshackle one-story building. A sign on the wall said Frosty's Place, and a neon beer sign rested unlit just to the right of the door.

"Looks a little dead," Amy said.

"Well, it is just six-fifteen," Scott chuckled.

The sound of her husband's door opening prompted Amy to open hers, and with a touch of trepidation, the pair walked slowly toward the entrance. The door creaked loudly as Scott swung it open, and suddenly, they were staring into the dark, unkempt interior. A blast of cold air hit them as they stepped inside and surveyed their surroundings. They could see a long bar to the left, a dozen or so tables straight ahead, and behind them two pool tables.

The sudden chill made Amy's nipples stiffen, and as their eyes adjusted, they spotted Pauline standing alongside a man at the right-hand pool table with a cue in her hand. Initially, Clint wasn't visible, but as they proceeded further into the interior, they saw him sitting at a table in a dark recess near his wife. Nervously, they made their way toward the man, and Amy felt relieved that, helped by the dim light, no one seemed interested in her appearance. The older man raised his hand as they approached, beckoning them over.

"Good, you could make it," he said over the country music as his eyes wandered over the pretty woman's fit body.

Boldly, he directed her to sit next to him with Scott opposite, and within seconds, a middle-aged waitress wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt arrived to take their order. As soon as the woman left, all eyes turned toward Pauline and her pool opponent. The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, and Amy thought he was good-looking in a rugged sort of way. He had his dark hair cut quite short and he wore faded jeans along with a gray work shirt, worn boots, and a sweat-stained straw cowboy hat. Standing about 5'10" tall, he had broad shoulders along with a slight paunch.

The Asian woman sported a broad smile as she interacted with the man, who seemed equally happy. They maintained an animated conversation, interrupted only when one of them had to try a shot. More often than not, the ball missed the pocket but neither seemed very concerned.

Amy scanned the room for Wade, and when she couldn't find him, she assumed he hadn't arrived. She thought about asking the older man about him, and as she worked up her courage, the waitress delivered their drinks. The first sip of the white wine told her it was as bad as she expected, but her nervous energy forced her to take more of the pale fluid.

"Where's the carnival guy?" Scott asked as he set down his beer.

"He won't be here for a while. Not till close to eight," he explained, and then quickly added, "Not sure we'll see him. We don't have that much drinking in us, and Pauline's already making friends."

Although relieved that her husband broached the subject for her, Clint's message both pleased and disappointed Amy. She felt happy that Pauline wouldn't get her hooks further into the man and disappointed that she likely wouldn't see him, either. It also removed her primary reason to visit the bar, so she decided to finish off the wretched wine and then suggest to her husband that they leave. She felt confident that with a wink, she could get his mind turned toward what waited for him at home.

The trio idly chatted as they watched the game, which didn't seem to be progressing at all. Clint showed zero distress at his wife's trampish behavior despite the looks the couple received from others in the bar. The young couple had been at the table for about ten minutes when Pauline, selecting a certain shot, stretched far over the table, causing her short skirt to rise. Her opponent, standing a few feet behind her, immediately locked his eyes on the sight, letting them know that he was getting a perfect view of her naked bottom.

The situation made Scott think back to the fair and the multiple times she treated him to the same display. He knew exactly what the man was seeing and suspected that, in this setting, it would be taken as an open invitation for more.

Amy flinched when she felt her husband's hand land on her thigh right at the edge of her skirt. Taking comfort in the cover provided by the table, she smiled at him as he began a slow stroking motion. At first, he seemed content to caress her tender flesh below the hemline, and since it felt quite good, she didn't try to stop him. However, after a few minutes, his fingers started to rise forcing the skirt up as they advanced. Now, he was stroking much closer to her pussy which made her body tense as she considered how far he planned to go. Several times, Scott stretched his fingers to their limit, but unfortunately, her slit lay just outside his reach. Knowing the only solution was to get his wife to lift her butt and pull the skirt higher, he tried to convey the message without speaking but failed.

Frustrated, he finally whispered into her ear, "Pull you skirt higher."

Finally getting it, the young wife smiled at her husband, shook her head, and said softly, "Behave."

Annoyed at his wife's rejection, he sat upright in his chair, took a long pull on his beer, and turned his attention back to Pauline. For the next few minutes, he watched her shamelessly cavort with her new acquaintance.

Amy had been amused by her husband's pouty behavior and decided to give in to his request despite her misgivings. On a normal day, she would have considered him crazy for wanting to touch her with others so close but the day had been far from normal, and she did trust him. Plus, she kept thinking of her grandmother and how she would react to the story. Acting as if she was seeking a more comfortable position, she discreetly shimmied the skirt higher and managed to accomplish it undetected.

Scott was just about to leave for the restroom when he felt his wife take his hand and move it to her thigh. Landing high, he was pleased to discover that she had quietly raised the skirt providing him with easy access. He quickly moved his fingers to the sensitive juncture where her leg met her pussy wanting to elevate her arousal before making any direct contact. His plan was to tease her mercilessly forcing her to maintain a calm public demeanor despite her arousal. He knew at some point it would feel like torture to her and she would likely stop him but it would be fun to see how far he could go.

Amy felt confident she could end things if her husband became too aggressive but strangely it only took a minute or so for her feelings to turn from concern to anticipation. She started guessing where each movement of his fingers would go, and soon, he had her using considerable willpower to remain still. Concerned about Clint, she glanced his way and was happy to see his attention focused on Pauline and the never-ending pool game.

Scott reveled in the responses he was causing in his wife's body. Taut from the seductive tension, several times he felt little shudders in his fingertips. When he first tickled her hair, a tiny whimper escaped her mouth and when he moved his touch to her outer folds, he watched as she bit her lower lip. He thought about slowing down to draw things out, but his stiff dick urged him on, and soon he made the final move that put him in contact with her crevice. Slick with her juices, he pushed his fingertips in gently, coating them thoroughly before starting a slow stroking motion. Minutes ticked by before he finally touched her throbbing clit, and when he started to tease it, Amy's hands gripped the edge of the table as she stifled a moan. She knew they needed to stop but the feelings were powerful and she kept bargaining for just a few more seconds. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears and it wasn't long before she realized her hips were undulating slowly in rhythm with the stroking.

"You playing with her pussy?" Clint asked in his normal voice as he looked at the couple with a mischievous grin.

The man's question broke Amy's trance, and she looked around nervously to see if anyone had heard. Scott's manipulation stopped, but something drove him to respond, and he gave Clint a quick nod and then started again.

"Scott?" Amy whispered nervously.

"It's okay," he offered in a soothing voice even though his head was filled with uncertainty.

Although the young wife had displayed herself to the man at the fairground multiple times, being fondled with him just an arm's length away felt much too intimate. Her instincts told her to push her husband away, but she had faith in him, and with his light teasing touch making her head spin, she relinquished control. Scott gave his wife a reassuring smile and after staring at him for several seconds, she directed her gaze down at the tabletop.

"You look so hot," Clint whispered.

Too stunned to speak, she looked up at the older man for a moment and saw his determined expression as he leaned toward her. Seconds later, she felt his hand land on her inner thigh just above her knee and then start up.

"Scott?" she whined nervously just as her husband's fingers returned to her engorged clit.

"Let's make her cum," Clint let out.

Looking past his wife, Scott spotted the older man's arm extended and accurately surmised he was touching his wife's leg. His hand froze for a moment as he collected his thoughts. He considered stopping the play but he was too far into it, and while the situation excited him, letting the man touch his wife's most intimate parts felt frightening.

"Don't touch her pussy. Just her leg," he said firmly.

Clint's face showed clear annoyance but he followed the younger man's direction and kept his hand on her thigh. His fingers slowly stroked the soft flesh as he watched the couple play hoping an opportunity to join would arise.

"Umm... uhhh... Uhhh..." Amy grunted openly when she felt her husband's finger penetrate,

Her excitement had made her sensitive nipples so stiff that she thought they might pierce the halter, and in response, she pushed her chest forward. She knew she was on the ragged edge, and she wondered how she would manage to contain herself when the inevitable orgasm hit.

"Hey, Amy. Come play pool with us," a female voice said from somewhere in the fog.

Looking up, she saw Pauline standing at the table, smiling down at her. At first, she seemed oblivious to her condition, but suddenly a look of recognition came to her face, and her smile broadened.

"She'll be there in a minute," Scott said.

Rather than return to her game, Pauline stood directly in front of Amy, intending to watch the scene unfold. Now, practically surrounded, it proved the final spur to push her over the edge. It started with a series of pulses forcing small whimpers from her mouth that quickly morphed into heavy pants, and then a feeling of euphoria swept through her as her body shook uncontrollably.

"Ohhh... ohhh... oh no..." she whined in the final stages.

"Yes, woman. Give it to up," Clint demanded as he squeezed her thigh.

"I... I... oh, God..." she groaned.

"Let it out, Amy," Scott said, following Clint's lead.

Her body continued to shake for several more seconds, and when she neared the end, she began to beg, "Oh... uhhh... no more. No more, please. I can't... no more..."

A long moan escaped her mouth as both men removed their hands, and everyone was silent for a few seconds before Pauline announced with a giggle, "That looked great!"

"I... I need to go to the bathroom," she whispered as she tried to stand.

"Hurry, so we can play," Pauline replied as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

With Scott's help she managed to get to her feet, and in a daze, she made her way to the toilet. Pleased to find it empty, she entered a stall, dropped her skirt, and used toilet paper to wipe clean her soaked pussy. Once finished, she stared at the graffiti on the door and contemplated the bizarre event. That her husband would touch her intimately in public was hard to fathom, but she couldn't deny that she had responded to the attention. She knew her day of exhibition had left her horny, but she felt like it had also made her more accepting. The idea confused and frightened her as it brought back the issues about her sexuality that had recently plagued her. She rationalized that it happened so fast and with such intensity that her mind hadn't managed to catch up to her body. Now, she had to go back out and face Clint, the near stranger, who had participated in her powerful climax.

Amy finished in the bathroom and then slowly made her way toward the table, but halfway there, she saw that her husband was missing. She stopped at the table without sitting, and her body language prompted a response from Clint.

"He just left for the restroom," he advised.

For some unknown reason, she felt a brief surge of excitement sweep through her body. She was still trying to decipher the meaning when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"C'mon, let's play," Pauline said.

With a nod, she let the Asian woman direct her toward the pool table and noticed that another man had joined them.

"This is Daylon, and this is Billy," she said, and then, turning to the men, she announced, "This is my good friend, Amy."

The young wife gave them a little wave as they nodded, and she was happy to see that they appeared unaware of her recent debauchery. Deciding to retrieve her wine, she turned toward the table and seeing her husband had returned, she stepped toward the men. Halfway there, she spotted her panties laying openly atop the table.

"Should we go?" she asked, refusing to acknowledge the garment.

"Play a game and let me finish the beer," Scott replied with a devilish grin.

Amy felt a mixture of confusion, anger, and defiance as she locked eyes with him. After all, she had just experienced an intimate act that involved another man, and now he seemed to want to provoke her instead of provide comfort. She stared at him intently for a moment and then turned away. As she approached the trio, the eyes of both men locked onto her tummy, and suddenly she felt unbalanced by the sexually derived inputs assaulting her from all directions.

"Why don't you play with Daylon, and I'll play with Billy," Pauline suggested.

Amy noted that Billy was the man that she had been playing with since they arrived, and she guessed she had a thing going with him, especially after showing him her goodies.

"There ain't many good cues, we'll have to share this one," Daylon said in a heavy drawl as he stepped next to her.

"That's fine," she replied, catching him looking at her cleavage.

While the men set up the game, Pauline moved close to Amy's side and whispered, "Clint really wants to fuck you."

She said it as if it was some special offering, and it took the young wife a few seconds to respond, "Uh, no. We're not into that."

Undeterred, she giggled for a moment and then said, "Oh, c'mon, Amy. We had fun today. Let's not stop just yet."

Daylon shot the break and started the rotation, but it soon became apparent to Amy that the men weren't trying very hard. Instead, they seemed content to spend their time flirting and drinking beer.

Amy was still feeling tense when the waitress brought her another glass of the foul wine. Intuitively, she knew it meant Scott wanted her to continue playing the naughty game which she found annoying. She expected her husband to recognize her uncomfortable state and come to her rescue but, evidently, he had other ideas. She knew it certainly would be a point of discussion when they returned home, but for now, she decided to accept the situation.

After several sips of wine, she glanced toward the table and spotted Scott looking toward her with a smile, which provoked her to be a little more accepting of Daylon's attention. The country man quickly picked up on her change in attitude, and started positioning himself closer while becoming interactive each time she attempted a shot. Then, while he was taking a turn, she had to hold back a snicker when she realized she was checking out his butt.

Taller than Billy, she guessed he was around six feet and had a lean build. He wore his sandy-colored hair to his ears, but on several occasions when he removed his hat, it revealed a receding hairline. He had a two-day stubble on his face and dark brown eyes, which Amy thought were his best feature. Like his friend, he wore boots and jeans, but instead of a work shirt, he had on a long-sleeve pullover.

The table was down to just a few balls when Amy spotted Pauline getting antsy, and from experience, she knew what it meant. Sure enough, on her next turn, she selected a shot that required her to stretch, and with no hesitation, she leaned over the table and treated the men to her naked backside.

"Yes, sir!" Billy called out, attracting some attention.

Daylon remained silent, but Amy could see his eyes focused on her protruding mound that was clearly wet. Pauline showed no concern when she finally stood, and when the Amy glanced toward her husband, the look on his face told her that he had seen the display, too. To her, it signaled that his interest in her exhibition remained unsatiated.

"You going to do that, too?" her partner asked just a minute later.

"I'll take a different shot, so I don't have to," she teased.

"Wish you wouldn't," the man chuckled, and before she could respond, he asked, "Your men really don't mind?"

"Don't seem to," she teased, causing an odd look to appear on his face.

When Amy's next turn arrived, only the eight ball remained. The shot wasn't particularly difficult, but it did require her to lean over the table. For a moment, she thought about intentionally missing or even declining to play, but the irritation at her husband's attitude made her feel a little defiant. The men, realizing what the shot required found good spots that prodded her even further. She gave Daylon a smirk and then moved into position, stretching more than required as she lined up the balls.

"Will you look at that," Billy laughed, and then just a second later, he added, "Daylon, you're going to need a goddamn machete."

The way he said it, as if it were a foregone conclusion he would be touching her bush, flustered the pretty woman, and she missed the easy shot. Seconds later, Billy sank the black ball to end the game. As soon as it fell, he turned to Pauline, and they started a whispered conversation that lasted for several minutes. Amy hadn't looked toward her husband since her wanton display, but she decided to steal a glance, and she turned just as Clint rose and moved toward his wife. At first, she feared there might be a fight, but when he reached the pair, he joined in their discussion, showing no ill will.

Focused on the trio, she didn't notice Scott approaching until his hand took her elbow. His touch startled her, and from her peripheral vision, she saw Daylon move away several steps.

"You ready to go?" he whispered.

"Yeah... uhhh... I guess," she replied, flustered by the sudden flurry of events.

"Okay, c'mon," he said.

Amy shot Daylon a quick smile and then allowed her husband to guide her to the table. Shocked to see her thong still sitting in plain view, Amy grabbed it, balled it in her hand, and then looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed. Several men were looking at her with broad smiles, but she had no way of knowing if it was due to her panties or her suggestive attire.

"What's going on?" she asked as Scott took a last drink of his beer.

"They're getting ready to do something else," he replied.

"What?" she asked, although she had a good idea.

Deciding to be direct, he said, "Clint's seeing if Pauline wants to fuck him."

"Wow, that's crazy," she said as she turned her attention their way.

Standing close together with bowed heads, Clint and Billy looked to be doing all the talking. Daylon had moved closer but still stood a few feet away, and his body language suggested he was trying hard to overhear.

"Ready?" Scott asked just as the pair broke out in a loud laugh, but before she could answer, he said with a smirk, "Or do you want to show some more?"

"Should I?" she asked, deciding to take him on.

The response made her husband laugh, and when he had calmed, he said, "No... not this time. Anyway, they're busy."

The dynamic intrigued the young wife, and she found herself glancing between them and her husband, feeling a little reluctant to leave.

"Let's see what they decide," she said after a few awkward seconds.

Her remark made her husband laugh again, and he said, "And here I was worried about you."

"You should be!" she replied as she playfully kicked him in the leg.

It wasn't long before Clint separated himself from the others and walked toward them. The smile on his face suggested something was in the works and he immediately launched into an explanation.

"Looks like Pauline is going to play tonight. We're going over to Billy's house. Feel free to come along," he said. Then, as he prepared to leave, he suddenly looked around and said, "Where did the panties go?"

"I took them," Amy replied, defiantly.

"Hand them back. They were a gift from your husband," Clint said sternly as he reached out with his hand.

The young wife looked toward her husband for support, but when she saw him fighting back a smile, she knew she was on her own. She stared at the older man for a few seconds considering her options before deciding to hand them over.

"Here," she said with a hint of annoyance.

"My prize," he chuckled, and then added, "You really shouldn't be wearing anything anyway."

With that, his attention returned to his wife and after watching her flirt with Billy for a bit he stepped toward the pair. Once more, a collective conversation ensued, and when it ended, all four started for the door.

Clint detoured to the table just long enough to say, "Text me if you change your mind."

"That was something... Crazy..." Scott let out as they disappeared.

"Yes," she agreed, and then quickly added, "And you were crazy to do that to me."

"Don't be mad. It was fun and we are a million miles away from knowing anyone out here," he responded with a disarming grin. Then, before she could answer, he said, "Besides, I'm not done with you. I'm horny as hell."

"Oh, you think so?" she answered pretending to be irritated.

"Yes!" he replied eagerly as he started to stand.

The couple made for the door and stepping outside, they left the loud country music behind and were quickly engulfed by the warm air of the late spring evening. As soon as they arrived at their car, Scott pushed his pretty wife against the door and connected with her in a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever.

"Mmmm... you are horny," Amy giggled when they finally separated.

"Yeah..." he responded, and with his hand on her rear, he pulled her tight as his lips found the soft flesh of her neck.

Her passion rising rapidly, she groaned, "Shit, Scott..."

Sensing his wife's state, the young husband lifted his head and looked around to gauge their surroundings. Although they were near the end of a row of cars facing the bar, the lights near the door still fully illuminated their spot.

Scott scolded himself for not planning better and for a moment, he considered moving the car. However, fearing it would break the mood, he returned his attention to his wife, hoping they could enjoy an undisturbed encounter. His hand went for his wife's skirt, and he was pleased when she didn't try to stop him. Quickly, he had it undone and as soon as the zipper was down, he pushed the skirt over her hips. His hand quickly moved into the dense hair covering her mound probing until he found her slit.

"Nice..." he whispered into her ear.

Her husband's touch enflamed Amy's lust and after enjoying his attention for a time, she reached out and found the bulge in his jeans. Any concerns about being fingered to an orgasm in the dive bar vaporized as her passion built and all her attention turned to connecting with her husband.

"Turn around," Scott suddenly commanded.

"Not yet," she giggled as her hands worked on his pants.

It only took her a few seconds to get them undone and she shoved them, along with his boxers, over his hips then dropped to her knees and inhaled his erection.

"Shit, Amy..." he gasped.

The young wife loved receiving oral sex far more than giving it so Scott knew he was getting a special treat. He rested his hands gently on the back of her head letting her take charge, and with his eyes closed, he reveled in the feeling of his wife's warm, wet mouth.

Less than a minute elapsed when suddenly, she pulled free and declared, "I can't wait."

Quickly, she pushed her skirt to her ankles, and then turned and faced the car.

"I was enjoying that," Scott laughed as he lined up his dick.

"Hurry," she demanded, and then just seconds later as he penetrated, she moaned, "Baby... shit, it feels good."

"Yeah... damn its good," he replied as his fingers dug into her hips.

"What are you doing to me? Do it... fuck me," she cried out.

"I'm going..." he started to respond before the sound of the bar door slamming and voices filled the night air.

The couple immediately stopped and Scott looked over the roof of their vehicle hoping they would head the opposite away. He watched as two men held a short conversation at the landing and then split with one walking toward them. They had just enough time to dress before the man arrived at the car next to theirs on the driver's side. He gave no indication that he noticed them and quickly left, illuminating their spot with his headlights as he departed the lot.

Unfortunately, the brief interruption killed the moment, causing Amy to say in frustration, "We, might as well go home."

"I know but shit... I was enjoying that," Scott answered.

"Me too," she giggled.

His wife's response suggested to Scott that the night could still be salvaged and he resigned himself to the drive home before they could reconnect.

As they pulled out of the lot, a thought struck him, and he said with a laugh, "Wonder what Pauline is doing right now?"

"No telling," his wife replied with a giggle, and then just a second later, she stunned him when she said, "Should we go see?"

Laughing more, he answered, "Yeah, right."

"He said you could text for the location," Amy responded.

Scott had assumed she was joking but her reply said otherwise, and he replied, "Are you serious?"

"Never mind," she responded quickly.

"No, tell me. Do you want to go?" he pressed.

"I don't know. The thought just hit me when you mentioned it but now, I feel embarrassed," she told him.

"Don't feel that way," he replied, hoping to soothe her psyche. Then, after a pause, he added, "It's an interesting idea but it will be strange... and likely crazy."

"The whole day has been crazy," his wife answered as she gave him a playful look.

Scott had stopped the car at the edge of the lot as they held the conversation, and after briefly contemplating things, he backed into an open area and reached for his cell phone. Without speaking to his wife, he tapped out a quick message and then placed the phone on the center console.

"Now, we wait... I guess," he informed her.

One minute quickly turned into five and during the wait, the tension in the car grew noticeably. The couple barely spoke and Scott watched with interest as his wife fidgeted with her phone. He also noticed the smell of sex that lingered on their bodies from the play in and outside the bar which kept his dick stiff.

To Scott, it seemed like they were in a kind of torture state as they awaited Clint's text, and as the time dragged, he wondered whether it might be best to race for home and the certainty that it brought.

"You let him touch me," Amy stated, seemingly from out of the blue.

"Just your leg. I stopped the rest," Scott responded, sensing her direction.

The couple locked eyes and held the connection for a time before, the young husband, unable to tell his wife's intent and growing nervous, said, "Look, let's just go home."

The smirk that appeared on her face informed him that she was toying with him, at least partially. It was a positive sign given all that had occurred and he looked forward to discussing everything with her later in bed.

"Looks like Clint is too busy to read his messages," Amy offered.

"Yeah, maybe. Not sure how long I want to wait," Scott replied, giving her a suggestive smile.

"Do you have something else in mind?" she responded with a playful grin.

With that, Scott started the car, left the lot, and headed toward their home. Instantly, his thoughts went to getting his wife into bed and enjoying some intense, perhaps naughty, lovemaking. Also, he wanted to experience her as she was now, a little dirty from the day with the remnants of sweat on her body and smelling of sex. The thought made his body shudder and he was just about to press down on the accelerator when a ping indicated an incoming text. Instantly, the couple locked eyes as Scott slowed the car but it took another quarter mile to find a safe spot to pull over.

"Clint. He dropped a pin," he told her when he finally accessed his phone.

"How far?" she asked.

"Hmmm... maybe five miles. Back the way we just came from," he replied.

"That's not far," Amy replied.

Once more, his wife's response surprised him as he expected at least a little reluctance. Indeed, he had felt, despite her initial interest, she would need some convincing if the text finally appeared. Without speaking, he turned the car and headed toward the designated location.

The couple drove mostly in silence avoiding any discussion on what they might find when they arrived or an exit strategy. The silence acted to raise the tension but thankfully it was a short trip that took them to a nearby small town, and soon they found themselves approaching their destination.

Scott had expected that Billy's place would be rundown. Perhaps, a trailer house or an ill-kept hovel. Thus, he was surprised when they turned onto a wide, tree-lined street with sidewalks and well-kept homes.

"I think it's this one," he said as they pulled to the curb.

To their right stood a large one-story frame house with a wrap-around porch. It was well lit and in the driveway were two pickups and a sedan. Scott met his wife on the sidewalk, and without discussion, they started walking slowly toward the door.

"Should we knock or just go in?" Amy asked as they stood nervously on the porch.

"I don't know," Scott chuckled nervously, and after a pause he said, "Both maybe?"

Stepping forward, he lightly rapped on the door and then after waiting a few seconds he tried the knob and found it unlocked. Quietly, they entered the house and then paused to take in their surroundings. The home was well-furnished and held numerous pieces of antique furniture. The walls and tabletops showed many framed photos and large rugs covered much of the hardwood floors. Amy's impression was a residence of an older person or couple which made her wonder if they were in the right location.

"What if this isn't the right place?" she whispered nervously.

"I know. It's not what I expected," Scott answered.

They began to move slowly into the house and after a few steps, they picked up the sound of voices further back. Encouraged, they made their way across the living room and entered a hallway. Ahead, they could see a lit room, and Amy nervously reached for her husband's hand as they traversed the short distance. Entering an informal den, they immediately spotted Pauline sitting topless on a small sofa with Billy next to her. Daylon was standing just a few feet away looking toward the pair while Clint was positioned further away with his back against the wall.

Scott took the opportunity to look over the Asian woman's augmented chest and quickly determined it was poor quality work. The mounds jutted out unnaturally, the skin looked too tight, and the nipples were positioned too high.

"You made it," Clint said when he saw them.

His words made the other's turn, and Billy and Daylon's expressions made it clear they were quite pleased by the turn of events.

"We've been waiting," Pauline giggled, and after a moment, she added, "We were just getting started when your text came."

Her message made Scott feel awkward like they had become the center of attention and looking at his wife, he sensed she felt similarly.

"And now you can get going," Clint chuckled as he moved next to Amy.

The Asian woman let out another giggle and then stood and started working her skirt over her hips. Then, with no formalities, no kissing or foreplay, she knelt on the sofa and presented her naked ass to the room. Her smoothly shaved mound was already wet, and just seconds later, Billy had his pants at his knees and his dick in his hand. He pulled on it several times as it hardened, and then he shuffled forward and pushed easily into the woman.

"Ohhhh... yeah, baby... Fuck me good," she groaned shamelessly.

"Damn you're wet," he grunted as he started to move.

"Don't you like wet pussy?" she teased.

Although the man's dick was nothing special, he soon had Pauline in a frenzied state. Her moving hips, colliding with his full thrusts, soon had the room filled with the wet, slapping sound of their colliding bodies.

"She's squeezing me," Billy announced to the room in a strained voice.

"You like that?" Pauline panted.

"Fuck yeah! Keep it up," he demanded.

"I will. Keep fucking me good," she responded, and then just a few seconds later, she added, "Do it, Billy."

Amy had never witnessed people having sex and the rapid initiation of the act after their arrival, left her feeling a bit disoriented. She realized her eyes had become fixated on their connection, so after taking a deep breath, she forced herself to look at the others. Daylon and Scott, like she had been, were focused on the rutting couple but when she glanced toward Clint, their eyes met. She shuddered and quickly diverted her gaze knowing he had been watching her watch the sex. It made her think about Pauline's message from earlier in the evening which left her feeling vulnerable.

"Faster... go faster, baby," Pauline called out loudly.

"Damn, you're hot," her lover replied.

"Yeah... yeah, I love to fuck," she answered between pants, and then, glancing behind her, she spotted Amy, and called out, "C'mon girl! Don't just stand there."

"Daylon, go find where that hair goes," Billy called out to his friend.

"Find that treasure," Pauline giggled, looking back.

All eyes turned toward the young wife and instantly she became self-conscious. She knew that Pauline was encouraging her to join the sex, and for a moment Daylon made her think he was about to move her way. She looked up at her husband hoping for some help, perhaps a nod to leave, but his excitement had taken over his brain and he remained silent. Thankfully, Daylon calmed and the intense moment passed.

Although frazzled, Amy's attention slowly returned to the mating couple. Now, after the Asian woman's prodding, she thought about how they managed to perform in front of others without any apparent anxiety. Indeed, they were both clearly enjoying themselves immensely which made her wonder if she could be so open. That thought, made her think about her grandmother, and a tiny smile came to her face as she visualized the older woman's reaction if she told her about what she was now experiencing. Would it shock her? Would she share Pauline's view?

"Fuck her harder. She ain't made of China," Clint's booming voice sounded from close by.

"Yes... harder... harder. Fuck me good," Pauline grunted, her giggles long gone.

Over the next minute, the woman's moans and pleas become more incessant and joining the slapping sounds of their connecting bodies was the squishing coming from the woman's drenched pussy.

Together, the young couple slowly got drawn further into the decadent scene. Amy's vision became tunneled with a hazy aurora at the edges, and she had to fight to control her breathing. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her halter, and she could tell her pussy was seeping, making her wish she had kept her panties. Similarly, Scott felt detached from his body as if he were watching the mating from above. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears and his dick, fully erect, pressed painfully against his jeans.

Suddenly, the room grew darker, and glancing to her side, Amy saw that Daylon had switched the overhead light off. When her attention returned to the connected couple, she could see that they were now illuminated only by the table lamp. Like performers on a stage, they were spotlighted, while everyone else just a few steps away stood in the shadows.

Amy had all her attention focused on the pair when she felt something contact the back of her skirt. She felt the material pushed into her butt for several seconds and then stop. After it happened the second time, she glanced at her husband, standing to her side, thinking he might be trying to start something again, but his eyes were fixated on the carnal act taking place just a few feet away. When she felt it again, she decided Scott was trying hard to be discreet, and just seconds later, when she felt his fingers moving up the back of her leg, she smiled inwardly at his bold play.

Gentle but determined, his fingertips started up her thigh pushing the hem of her mini up in the process. When she felt him tap the inside of her thigh, she obediently spread her legs a bit to provide him more room. Then, in a teasing way, she felt him move his fingertips close to her pussy before descending several times which made her hips move in anticipation. The pretty wife, seemingly focused on the rutting couple as she stood still and silent, suddenly felt the hand tap on her thigh again but this time it dawned on her that the prodding was coming from the wrong direction. She shot a glance at Scott, who was still staring ahead, but when she turned to Clint, she found him looking down at her with a knowing smile. Without speaking, he raised his free hand and put a finger to his lips signaling for her to be quiet.

Shocked at the revelation, she swatted his hand away and quickly shook her head hoping not to draw attention. For a time, it looked like she had been successful but a minute later, she felt his hand lift her skirt again and squeeze her ass. Flustered, and not wanting to create a scene, she turned to the man with pleading eyes. He held her gaze with a smirk as he continued to fondle her, and just seconds later, while never breaking eye contact, he moved his hand to her inner thigh.

Once more, she shook her head, but his hand continued to knead the soft, sensitive flesh. She thought about telling her husband or stepping away but something she didn't understand made her remain still and as the older man's fingers moved higher, she directed her eyes toward Pauline and Billy.

"Good girl," he whispered into her ear.

Soon, she felt his fingertips teasing her thick nest of pubic hair and it wasn't long after that he found her slick opening. At first, her nervousness dampened her arousal, but the older man's incessant exploration slowly built her, step-by-step.

When Scott felt his wife's hand grip his arm, he glanced at her to gauge her condition. Her dreamy look as she watched the connected couple made him smile in anticipation of the sex they would share later. Even though they had come to watch at her urging, he hadn't expected her to accept it all so easily. He thought it more likely they would stay for a few minutes and then retreat when things became bizarre, as even he wasn't sure how much he was prepared to witness. Now, he realized, they were well past that point, and even Pauline's decadent suggestion hadn't killed her interest.

Clint couldn't hold back his smile as he continued to explore the soaked opening of the pretty woman. He had wanted to fuck her since he first spotted her weeks ago at the fair. Her attire, so out of synch with her looks, told him that they were playing a husband-and-wife game just like he did with Pauline. It intrigued him and when he saw the hot treasure trail she sported, it ratcheted his interest up even higher.

He was now enjoying a significant step in her conquest, and he hoped the momentum would lead to his cock pummeling her slippery hole. In his view, all women were dirty girls deep inside regardless of their circumstances. It just took the right situation to bring it to the surface. He wanted nothing more than to work her to a powerful orgasm so everyone in the small room would know that she was nothing more than a common slut.

The sights and sound of the couple fucking, Daylon's continuing leers, and Clint's touch had the young wife in a state of arousal she had never experienced. Part of her wanted to flee to the car and curl up in the back seat while another part wanted to fling off her clothes and get thoroughly fucked. The sensations between her legs were incredibly strong as the older man had managed to take her to the precipice and keep her there. His slow motion through her furrow now culminated with a tease of her clit but it was too short to allow her to climax, and with each cycle, she seemed to build even more.

Amy's vision had become so cloudy that she could barely make out Pauline and Billy fucking just a few feet away. She had given herself permission to climax and hoped that she could control her response, so it stayed a secret between her and the older man. She was on the ragged edge and just a little more attention to her nub would put her over the top, but Clint seemed happy to continue his slow torture.

Frustrated, she looked up at him with a pleading expression and received a knowing smile in return. Her body trembled as she realized she was begging a man she barely knew with her eyes to let her cum. It seemed ludicrous but he had her firmly in his control and she could only hope he would relent.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Billy suddenly cried out.

"Fill up my pussy, baby," Pauline replied excitedly.

Billy started assaulting the woman's sloppy pussy with intense thrusts and just seconds later, he pulled her hips hard, threw his head back and called out, "Oh fuck... Fuck yeah, man. Oh, fuck yeah... Goddamn it's good pussy!"

The sudden, loud declarations broke Amy from her near catatonic trance and with effort, she was able to free herself from Clint's probing fingers. Fortunately, her husband's attention was consumed by the man's climax and he didn't notice the brief movement of her body.

On shaky legs, Billy backed away and the room watched as his dick exited Pauline's now well-fucked hole. She never moved and with Billy spent, she looked over her shoulder toward Daylon delivering an unspoken message. Not needing any more encouragement, he quickly started on his belt, and just seconds later, he was lining up his dick.

"Fuck..." he groaned as he pushed inside.

He paused for a second as if to enjoy the feeling but Pauline had other ideas, and said, "Go... fuck me good. Do it hard. I'm ready."

Still taking ragged breaths with his deflated dick in his hand, Billy said, "Fuck her good, buddy."

Taking the guidance of his friend, the man started moving faster and once again the room was treated to the sights and sounds of Pauline being taken aggressively from behind.

Twice, during the next few minutes, Amy had to fend off Clint's attempts to reach her pussy. The first time he only managed to touch her thigh but on the second, as she watched the show, he got as far as her leg juncture. So far, she had managed to maintain control but as she recalled how excited he had made her, she wondered how long she would be able to hold out. Then, when she saw movement in the corner of her eye and spotted Billy leering at her with a fully recovered cock, she became even more anxious.

"Honey?" she whispered to her husband.

Scott glanced at her and then as he looked back at the fucking couple, he said, "This is so wild."

"Should we go?" she asked.

"In a minute... let's wait a minute," he responded, consumed by the scene, but when he saw his wife's desperate eyes, he relented and said, "Okay, let's go."

Silently, they left with the wails of Pauline fading as they moved quickly down the hall. Even in the calmer confines of the house, Amy's breathing remained labored as a result of the overt sexual stimuli she had received. For just an instant, her thoughts went to Clint and how he would view her departure. He had taken her very close to an orgasm and only through luck had she managed to avoid it.

Scott too felt the lingering effects of the show and as he watched his wife ass sway a few feet in front of him, his arousal surged. Almost to the front door, he suddenly took her wrist and pulled her into an embrace. The couple kissed passionately for almost a minute and when they broke, both were panting heavily.

"That was intense," the young wife said, leaving her husband to wonder if she was referring to the kiss or Pauline's mating.

"I can't wait..." Scott replied, and with a grin, he pulled her toward a side room.

Opening the door, they spotted a twin bed pushed against the far wall in a small room that appeared to serve a variety of purposes. A completely filled bookcase sat along the wall to the right and just to the left a partly filled clothes rack was positioned. On the hardwood floor was an area rug and an idle fan hung from the ceiling.

"You sure?" Amy giggled, already stepping inside.

"Completely sure," the young husband responded as he kicked the door closed.

Sporting huge smiles, the couple quickly started on their clothes. Amy's excited hands fumbled a bit but she was naked first and with another giggle, she climbed onto the bed and opened her legs as she stared expectantly at her husband.

"Mmmm..." the pretty woman moaned in anticipation as Scott crawled between her legs.

The excited look on his face sent a shiver through her and when he drew close, she reached for his fully erect dick and brought it to her drenched opening.

"Shit, Amy..." Scott groaned as he felt her heat envelope his shaft.

Remaining still, the couple kissed once quickly and then entered into a longer connection but when he felt her hands land on his ass, he started to move. He hadn't planned to take her fast but as the memories of the scene they had witnessed joined the feeling of his wife's slick opening and her needy whines, he accelerated.

"Oh, Scott... so good... mmmm..." she whimpered into his ear.

Much like her husband, Amy's mind was still filled with the visions and feelings she had experienced in the nearby room. Her body had never completely come down from the excitement Clint had built and her husband's thrusts were rapidly bringing back what had faded. She knew she wouldn't last long and guessed it would be a special release.

"Fuck, Amy. This is so hot. I'm going to fuck you here then take you home for more," Scott declared as his arousal boiled over.

"Yes, I want that, too," she replied in a sensual voice, and then just seconds later, she added, "Fuck your wife, baby. Make her feel good."

With both body and mind connected, the couple raced toward the finish line with the sound of the screeching bedsprings completely filling the small space. Less than three minutes after starting, the pretty woman started to feel the magical humming in her pussy that foretold her climax, and as the intensity of her whines increased, Scott fucked her harder. It was some of the most intense sex they had ever experienced together but neither was complaining.

Then, he suddenly stopped which frustrated and confused Amy, but with a wicked smile, he lifted her legs, looped his arms behind them and bent her back until her knees were in her armpits. It was a position he rarely tried as he felt it was a bit disrespectful but it seemed appropriate in the moment, and when he heard his wife's deep moan, he pushed into her hard.

The young wife responded instantly to her husband's aggressive approach emitting excited whines that were soon joined by the sounds coming from her dripping pussy and the bed. Looking down, she could see his dick hammering at her opening, disappearing and reappearing, which stimulated her even more. Quickly, everything started to converge for both of them and neither had the ability to hold back.

"Let go, Amy. Let it out..." Scott grunted as his balls started to tighten.

"Close. Oh, baby... so close. Fuck me... fuck me good," she begged.

"Fuck, I am. Cum for me," he demanded.

"I am... just don't..." she started before going silent. Inside her, she could feel the wave building and the sensation in her body told her that when it crested, it would be huge. She wanted it badly and prepared her body for the arrival but when it hit, it was even bigger than she expected. Suddenly, her body stiffened, straining her muscles, and when they released the euphoric feelings arrived, "Ohhhh... my God! Oh, Scott... God, fuck me... fuck your wife. So good..."

Her cries combined with her rapidly moving hands and shaking body told the young husband that she had experienced a monstrous orgasm. It charged his ego, making him feel powerful, and he took her hard, fucking her through her release until he heard her excited cries soften. When he looked down and saw she was totally satiated with barely opened eyes and a slack, panting mouth, it put him over the top.

"Unnnggghhh... fuck... Damn... unngghhh... God, I'm cumming," he grunted as his semen jetted into his wife.

In his final movements, his dick slipped free of his wife's sodden pussy and he blasted the remaining contents of his balls into her nest of hair. Ignoring the mess, he collapsed onto her sweaty body feeling her writhe beneath him.

"Mmmm... What did you do to me?" she moaned, totally satisfied, as she wrapped her arms and legs around her husband.

"That was... amazing... fucking amazing..." Scott forced out between gasps.

"Mmmm... hmmm..." the young wife responded, squeezing him harder.

The couple were quiet for a bit as they recovered but finally, he whispered, "Should we go home or see what's happening?"

The question made her giggle, and she replied, "Haven't you seen enough?"

"Maybe," Scott chuckled, and then said, "Think about it. I need to pee."

"Mmmm..." Amy sighed as her husband's sweaty body lifted.

She watched as, still naked, he opened the door, peeked out, and then disappeared into the hall. The young wife lay motionless, reveling in the post-orgasmic bliss while occasionally feeling a pulse that made her body spasm. She thought about the question her husband had posed and decided it was best to leave. Afterall, she couldn't imagine that Pauline was still having sex, and with that many men, she was worried things might get aggressive.

"Well, look what I found," a male voice suddenly called out from the doorway.

Instinctively, Amy's hands went to cover her nudity and when she looked up, she saw Wade leering at her with a grin.

"Close the door," she said.

Unfortunately, he stepped into the small room before shutting it behind him, and as he moved toward the bed, she scooted back until her shoulder hit the wall.

"Looks like I should have brought some bears," he laughed.

"My husband, will be right back. You need to leave," she protested, and then thinking of the others, she said, "Everyone's down the hall. Pauline and her husband are there."

"Well, maybe your husband ain't coming back real soon then," he laughed as his hand reached out. Amy turned her body until her ass was pointing toward the man, and her body stiffened as she waited for the touch that never came. Seconds ticked by as the tension built before he finally said, "Show me that hairy pussy and next time you come by I'll give you the bear."

"No, Wade. Leave before Scott gets back," she responded nervously as she turned her head toward him.

Suddenly, she was staring into his deep blue eyes and despite the situation, she felt a small shiver run through her body. Thankfully, the smiling man didn't notice as he continued staring at the back of her nude body.

Wade's thoughts returned to the scene he witnessed of Amy being fucked by her husband in the parking lot. He had masturbated several times as he recalled her passionate responses, and wondered if their paths might cross again. Now, it seemed like fate had rewarded him as she was alone, naked, and within arm's reach. He thought about forcing himself on her but it simply wasn't his style as, although, unkempt and a bit rough, he had never struggled for sex.

Once again, seconds ticked by before he finally replied, "Okay then."

Slowly, he turned and left the small room closing the door behind him. Quickly, Amy jumped from the bed, located her things and dressed. She expected her husband at any moment but as minutes ticked by, she started to wonder what he might be doing. Was the carny correct? Had he on his own returned to watch Pauline? She was about to go look when she heard footsteps approaching and seconds later, Scott appeared.

"I couldn't find a damn bathroom anywhere," he said, and then he added in a more serious tone, "I did walk in on an elderly man asleep in bed. He was on oxygen, I think."

"Let's go," Amy said, frazzled from the interaction with Wade.

"Okay," her husband replied, helping her stand before dressing.

Together, they exited the house and soon they were on their way home. True to his word, as soon as they arrived, Scott directed his wife to bed where they started their lovemaking anew. This time, it was slower and more caring, and when they finished sleep thankfully took the couple before they could ponder the bizarre events of the day.