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“What am I doing?” Clarissa said to herself as she climbed the back steps. “I cannot believe I just fucked Darren.”She went through the back door, and as the door closed behind her, she leaned up against the mud room wall to catch her breath. She hadn’t felt this much excitement since she and Charles started dating and first had sex. What had gotten into her, besides Darren’s big cock? She couldn’t believe she had just fulfilled one of her biggest fantasies.Clarissa went to the bathroom to jump in the shower and clean the remnants of her tryst with Darren. She threw her soiled skirt and blouse in the hamper, along with her underwear which was now covered in bits of hay and his cum. She enjoyed the steamy hot water as it coursed over her body and washed the grime of her deeds down the drain. One thing that wouldn’t be washed away so easily, was the memory and thrill of what she had just experienced.“What a ride!” she said aloud.She continued to soak up the heat from the water and smiled, a very big smile.***Charles, after contemplating what he should do, decided to grab his truck from the barn, and head back to the tractor to remove the flat tire. He removed the wheel with the flat, loaded it into the bed of the truck, and headed back to the house. He passed on by the house and went straight to town to the tire shop to have the flat fixed, without even stopping in.As he drove to town, about a thirty-minute drive, he had a flurry of emotions running through his mind. He was disappointed Clarissa had started without him on their journey but thrilled he had witnessed her being fucked by another man.The images of her being fucked would forever be etched in his mind, and he was coming to grips with the fact he was happy about it.Drifting off in his thoughts, he almost drove past the tire shop. He couldn’t believe he was already in town, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t let Clarissa know that he had left the farm. She had no idea he wasn’t in the backfield.As he sat at the tire shop waiting for the tire to be repaired, which took almost an hour, he sat there in the cab of his truck living the moment over and over. He wasn’t about to sit in the overcrowded waiting area with the smell of the grimy coffee pot of stale coffee in the corner, bearing İstanbul Escort the load of what was on his mind.He was running his hand over the supple leather of the seats recalling a fun evening he and Clarissa had when he fucked her in this very truck.“Had things changed for them?” he whispered.He contemplated whether he had been betrayed, or whether he had gotten what he had asked for. Had he pushed her to the point of doing this? He was more confused than ever. He felt both betrayed and gratified at the same time. He felt heartbroken and stimulated. Regardless, he knew the next moves he made needed to be well thought out, not hasty, and not nasty and hateful.He understood where the path they were headed down led. He wasn’t so naïve to think all the dirty talk, discussions of fantasies, and voicing the desire to have sex with other people wouldn’t eventually lead to something like this. He just thought they had agreed to set some guidelines and boundaries before acting upon them.He was hurt she didn’t get his blessing beforehand, but hurt more he wasn’t part of it. He understood Darren’s desire to fuck his wife, hell everyone who ever saw her wanted to fuck her, but it was something you just didn’t do. You didn’t fuck someone’s wife without permission.“What?” he said out loud. “Permission?”“Charles, your tire is finished. if you would like to pull around back, we can load it for you.” The tire store manager shouted to him from the door of the building.Charles nodded his head and pulled around back where the mechanics loaded it in his truck. He went in and paid the bill and left the tire store.On the drive back home, he contemplated why he had watched them fuck. He understood why he had developed a hard-on, anyone watching a woman as beautiful as his Clarissa getting fucked by a handsome man with a large dick would get a boner. That was one hundred percent natural, but why had he started beating off, and why hadn’t he stopped them if deep down inside he didn’t want her to fuck other people.He decided what it was. He had enjoyed seeing her get fucked. He had thoroughly enjoyed it. Hell, he loved it!Now, having a better understanding of how he felt about Clarissa getting fucked by another man, which he İstanbul Escort Bayan decided he was all right with, he needed to come to grips with why Clarissa hadn’t involved him in the decision. That he could not understand.She, nor Darren, needed his “permission” to do anything. They were both adults capable of making their own decisions and living with the consequence of their actions, but he was hurt, nonetheless.The conversation loomed.***He arrived back home, drove the truck out to the tractor, and put the wheel back on. By now, the day was shot. He was tired, frustrated, hungry, and in no mood to face what had to be faced.He put the tractor back in the barn and walked to the backfield to get the truck. He hadn’t so much as seen a hint of Clarissa and couldn’t help but let his mind start racing. Was Darren back over for another “visit?” He had been gone for about four hours or more, had he already been here and gone? Now he was torturing himself with speculation, but he felt like he was justified to be suspicious.Charles walked in the back door, took his boots off, and headed to the shower. He could hear Clarissa in the kitchen putting dinner together. He toweled off when he was finished, put on some pajamas, and joined her in the kitchen.He walked in as she was finishing up and sat down at the table. Clarissa joined him, and they both started to eat without saying a word. In complete silence, she knew something was on his mind, and he knew something was on hers.Dinner went well, it was quiet. Clarissa finally broke the silence. “I see you had a flat on the tractor.”Charles looked up from his plate. “Yeah. I take it you walked back to the field and saw I was gone?”“Yeah, I noticed your truck was gone,” she replied, “then I got worried, so I walked back to check on you and you were gone with the tractor wheel, so I made the connection. Later I saw you pull back into the drive with the tractor wheel in the bed of your truck.”“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” she asked, knowing the answer before she asked.Charles sat there quietly contemplating how much, if anything, did she know he knew? He didn’t know how to start with what he wanted to say without blowing up.“I just didn’t think about Escort İstanbul it I guess,” he lied. “I only had the tire on my mind and wanted to get to town before the shop closed. Sorry.”She didn’t say anything. She finished up her meal in silence, and they both got up from the table to clear the dishes and straighten up the dishes.“I’ll take care of the rest,” he said.“Why don’t you go ahead and get your shower?” he suggested, knowing he was stalling.He finished cleaning up the kitchen and put all the dishes away. When he was finished, he grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and headed to the couch to watch the TV.He was flipping through the channels out of boredom, he didn’t have the focus to settle on anything to watch, he was mindlessly clicking through. His mind acutely focused on how to approach the subject.He had been there in a stupor for some time when he looked up and saw Clarissa standing at the end of the hallway to their bedroom in a red lacy lingerie set with her pink satin robe on, opened, showing off her sexy midriff.Her breasts were so pert and round. Her nipples were like two small thimbles standing proudly erect. Her perfectly proportioned legs looked smooth and inviting in the soft glow of the kitchen lights. She had put on a light application of makeup, and her dark hair was curly and flowing down over her shoulders. She stood there with a look on her face as if she was Aphrodite, and he her Adonis.He was floored, she looked ravishing, and he couldn’t help but feel the butterflies take flight in him. The butterflies had just taken the place of what felt like a heap of hot coals. Hot coals from seeing what she was doing with Darren earlier. His stomach had shifted from burning pain to burning desire. A desire to reclaim his wife.In a few hours, he had gone from the happiest man on earth to devastated, from feeling he had pushed his wife into the arms of other people to exhilaration. The confusion of all his emotions was becoming overwhelming.There were some things he wasn’t sure about, his feelings being chief among them, but he knew right now, he wanted to take his wife. He wanted to fuck her right now. Visions of him and her in the hallway of the barn flashed in his mind, and it only fanned the flames of lust he felt for his wife.Did she somehow know he had seen them, and knew it would only drive him to run into her arms? No way she could have orchestrated the tire on the tractor tearing a hole in it at the perfect time. If not for the flat, he would have never come back in time to catch them in the act.