Chapter 6
Peter and Janet Young never discussed the evening with Ed and Lana Moore. Janet knew that something had happened between Peter and Lana, and he knew she knew, but neither of them said a word about it.
It hung there, just beneath the surface like a huge millstone around their necks, a real but unacknowledged hazard.
Peter worked furiously, almost penitently, all weekend, fixing and doing all of the chores he had promised he would do for the past three months, as if it would help get rid of some of the guilt that was weighing him down.
Christ! He couldn't help worrying about it, what it had done to him and possibly what it had done to his marriage. Janet couldn't help but know that something had happened between him and Lana. When he thought about it somewhat objectively, they must have looked like a couple of kids caught red-handed raiding the cookie jar. Then, too, Ed Moore must have tried to make it with Janet and failed. That was pretty clear to him in the young man's manner, and in Janet's cool confidence. She had been the strong one! That's what really gave him that extra twinge of conscience. So, he had been vulnerable, somehow, and that little blonde bitch had gotten through to him, turning him into a rutting animal. Damn! He'd always had better control of himself!
But, as he remembered all that had gone on in his car that night, he felt it, again that feeling of desire, the call to strange, sexual adventure. It was like peeking into a door left slightly ajar, only to have it slammed in his face just as he became aware of the splendor of the contents of the room, for it was his own conscience that was closing the door!
Then he was glad he'd told Lana it was only a one-time thing! God! He couldn't become involved with a woman like her! His work would suffer, and he'd worked too hard to get the cases he deserved. Trying to keep up with an insatiable cunt-pot like Lana would take too much time and energy, besides, she was the wife of one of his associates. He could imagine all kinds of entanglements and recriminations if things were to go sour, later. No! He just couldn't afford to get mixed up with them!
Of course, there was a certain intriguing appeal in that swapping idea Lana had mentioned, but he had rejected it. Why? He answered his own question. Swapping would have to involve Janet and he knew damned well she would never have anything to do with it. During the ten years of their marriage, she had made it pretty clear where she stood, and she had maintained her position, steadfastly. Hers was the dogmatic view: Thou Shalt Not. In a way, he conceded to himself, he was that way, too, but for different reasons!
With the help of those grim twins, Guilt and Conscience, he came to the conclusion that his little sin would be just that and nothing more. The Moores' life and that of his wife and himself just couldn't mix and mingle on any level. It had been just a fast fuck in the back seat of his car, and he resolved that it would never happen again! He had already performed the social duties required of his job; there was no reason to see Moore or his wife socially again.
For her part, Janet decided to hold her tongue. It wasn't easy to do. She could have made accusations, chiding Peter for his infidelity; in the process, perhaps, she might have pushed too much, and their marriage could be split forever. She didn't want that! After all, she didn't have any real proof that he had fucked Lana Moore. There was Ed Moore's talk, and the lipstick smear on Peter's shorts made it appear that Lana had used her mouth to suck Peter's cock. The first was only hearsay. It was the second item, that lipstick brand on his shorts, that bothered her! That was harder to explain away as only circumstantial. Somehow, she felt sure that little tramp had done it on purpose! If she only knew for sure!
She seethed inwardly as she struggled with it, not knowing, and said nothing. Peter, she realized, was fighting his own battle with his conscience. It was not like him to drink himself into a stupor as he had last night. She could only interpret it as an escape on his part. Now, today, she watched him out in the yard, mowing the lawn, or working on his antique car as though his life depended on it, and she guessed that it was only another kind of escape. It was as though he couldn't face her, or himself.
But there was one bright spot! Janet had gotten Peter to agree to take their vacation at the Bar X the following month, where they would spend two glorious weeks of holiday. There they could ride, walk, swim, or do nothing, and she would surely get to see Mike Rucker, if only briefly. He would be very busy with all he had to do as the owner and manager of the Bar X, but she just had to see him after all these years. She told herself that it was only natural curiosity. All she wanted was a little glimpse into his life, perhaps to meet his wife, to chat gaily with him about old times, and maybe share a drink. It would all be fun, plain, innocent fun; after all, this was her vacation and she was with her own husband.
But, every time she thought about Mike Rucker, there was that strange little tremor of excitement that keened through her. She was always able to shake it out of her mind. It was disquieting, but then Mike and she had been very close, up until that disastrous night when he had tried to fuck his prick into her tight little pussy. Oh ... why hadn't Mike said something, anything, about marriage that night? She would have jumped at the chance to marry him and as close as she had come to allowing him to reach his goal and shove his big, hard cock in her and plunder her virginity, if he had only said: "Marry me, Janet" she knew now, she would have let him plunge his cock into her pussy, opening her thighs to him and opening her cunt to him freely. Oh, she had been so close, so very close! It took tremendous effort, on her part, to stop the ricocheting images of the memory of that night, as they whirled around inside her brain. She just couldn't allow herself the luxury of some of the thoughts that came to her involving Mike. They were much too impossible!
Peter and Janet's life for the rest of the month was a friendly sort of cold war. Peter came out of his shell, once, to fuck her, perfunctorily, bringing her to a tiny cum that left her somewhat frustrated and unsatisfied. She wished, fervently, that Peter would really screw her absolutely senseless ... just once!
The drive eastward towards the desert and the Bar X ranch a month later was pleasant and relaxing, and by the time they arrived outside of Phoenix, they were both relieved that some of the tension that had been between them the last few weeks was letting up. This trip was going to do more good than she had thought, Janet sighed to herself. It was going to be the best thing that had ever happened to the two of them.
She just hoped that Mike hadn't changed much from the handsome boy she had known in high school, but she knew he had, it had been too many years for nothing to have changed. Certainly, she had changed, as had Peter. She knew what had been wrong with her thinking: somehow in her mind's eye she had been thinking about Mike Rucker as he had been, not as he would be now. Of course, he would be changed, too! He could have gotten fat, lost some hair, perhaps, and he was probably married to some plain Jane. How could she expect to see the same virile young Mike? It really had been a daydream, a schoolgirl's romantic daydream of a past time that could ever be recaptured. Besides, she told herself, he's probably got three or four children by now!
They arrived at the ranch at sunset. It was one of those unreal painted sunsets. Janet took it to mean that it was a good omen and went happily to the ranch house where she got her first disappointment. Mike Rucker wasn't in!
A clerk showed them their room in the main ranch house in the rear wing. It wasn't one of the isolated cabins Janet had hoped for and she objected. Peter, however, was satisfied. "It'll be quiet anyway, unless somebody throws a noisy party next door.".
After finally deciding to stay in the room, Janet unpacked, and they dressed to go down to dinner and cocktails. Peter groused about having to dress for dinner at a dude ranch, telling Janet they were supposed to be on holiday, and not at a formal function.
"Well, we should meet the people we're going to be on holiday with and find some friends," she insisted. "After all, this is our vacation and meeting new people is as much fun as anything, but if you don't really want to go, I suppose I..
"All right, I'll go!"
She didn't see Mike in the dining room. There were a number of people there, and she supposed he was off supervising something. Again, for the hundredth time, she chided herself for thinking so much about him. She told herself, she was thinking like a naive, young girl instead of a mature, married woman. She had to get hold of herself after dinner. Since they were both tired from the long drive to the Bar X, the Youngs both went upstairs to their room.
Peter was just opening the door when two women came down the corridor toward them. The taller woman, dressed in a daring tennis dress, was a brunette. Her shorter, more petite companion, had beautiful flaming red hair. She, too, showed off her legs to good advantage with a short pale blue tennis dress.
The brunette saw them and hurried forward with a friendly smile. "Oh, you must be the Youngs!" she said. "Mike told me if I saw you to apologize to you for sticking you in the main house; there just wasn't anything else; he said that all the cabins had been reserved since last year."
"It's really quite all right," Peter assured her, taken by the striking beauty each of the women displayed.
Janet, deciding that this must be Mike's wife, couldn't believe her eyes as they swept over the woman's voluptuously curvaceous figure.
"Mike?" Janet questioned. "You must be Mrs. Mike Rucker then?"
Nora's eyes appraised Janet's blonde beauty, thinking to herself that Mike's taste in women was, after all, pretty good. "Yes, yes. I'm Mike's wife. My name's Nora, and this is Karen Halstead. Her husband, Adam, helps Mike run the ranch."
Karen smiled her greeting, finding it difficult to believe that this was the woman who had thwarted Mike so thoroughly. He had told her more of the details when she had probed him for them.
"They're off now on some kind of ranch business!" Karen said. "Something to do with the cattle or the range or whatever!"
"I can imagine," Janet sympathized, turning to go into their rooms, then turning back, asked, "Are you in the main house, too?"
"Yes," Nora answered. "Mike and I are right next 'door. Adam and Karen have a cabin right off the main house."
Covertly, Karen had taken a good look at Peter Young, who stood uneasily waiting for the three women to finish their conversation. She decided that he was quite an ordinary man. He was perhaps five feet ten inches tall, with sort of sandy hair, brown eyes, a pleasant face from which brown eyes looked out with a certain measure of confidence, but there was nothing really striking or outstanding about him. Well, Mike had told them what to expect!
"That's nice, maybe we can get together." Janet said.
"Yes, we might be able to arrange it," Nora agreed.
Somehow, Janet felt uncomfortable in the presence of the two women. She wanted to break it off, and she turned again into their door, saying, "It was nice meeting you, good night."
Peter bade them goodnight, also, and came into the room behind his wife, closing the door behind him. He whistled low with appreciation. Startled, Janet asked, "What was that for?"
"Just a delayed reaction, darling! It was for those two!"
She looked at him,, hard, seeing her husband standing there near the door, admitting to her his appreciation for the beauty of Nora Rucker and Karen Halstead.
"Well!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you pass some of that around!?" Then, seductively, she added, "I could use some of it?"
"You mean again, tonight?"
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm land of tired. I had a pretty hard week, and today was harder yet, driving all the way to Phoenix," he excused himself, adding, "The drive out here, that really wore me out today."
Janet knew they were only excuses, but when he was like this, she knew also, there wasn't going to be any fucking around in bed for them tonight. And she couldn't understand it, either. He always seemed to be holding himself back, keeping a tight leash on his cock. Peter was virile, potent, and in good health, but why, oh why was he like that? Denying her, denying himself? Why couldn't he fuck her freely and wildly, like she longed to be fucked? She would have to find a way, somehow, so that he would.
Nora and Karen had said their friendly good nights to the Youngs, and as their door had closed behind Peter, they scuttled into the Ruckers' room like a couple of conspirators.
"Well," Nora giggled. "She's every bit the cunt Mike said she was!"
"Yes, and he's every bit as dull!" Karen complained. "He is ordinary, a business-drudge type, except he doesn't seem to have any extra fat, and he does have all of his hair!"
"We'll have to do the best we can, I guess."
"Do we have to?" Karen was a little exasperated.
"We promised!" Nora reminded her.
"Yeah, I know. I'd sure like to get out of it. After seeing him, I don't know."
"Oh, "you're just spoiled, Karen! Anyway, we don't know what kind of a fucker he is until he screws his cock into our hot little mouths and cunts!"
"Well, if the rest of him is anything like the parts we can see, things'll be pretty dull!"
"Really, Karen Halstead, you're terribly hard to please!"
"I suppose," Karen agreed. "But it seems like a shame to waste an evening being fucked by Mister dull-cock."
"Like I said, we'll just have to do our best to make it work for Mike," Nora reminded her, again, then she changed the subject. "What's on for tonight, it's your choice, isn't it?"
Karen thought for a moment. She was dreamy-eyed. "Oh, tonight, I think I'd like to have that big hulk of mine, all to myself!"
"You know Karen, you're lucky, we both are lucky to have such magnificent husbands. Just think about it, we could have been stuck with a dullard like Peter Young!"
They both giggled happily because they knew just how lucky they really were, and then they were silent as they thought about the evening's activities ahead of them.