It took both Carol and I a long time to get over the trauma of her blowing Mark when I had specifically asked her not to. I still had vivid flashbacks of Carol kneeling in front of Mark, sucking his cock and fingering herself. We spent a lot of time talking about what we expected from our marriage. We avoided social events and parties. We kept ourselves distant from our friends. We held hands and cuddled a lot. I was still traumatized by what had happened. Carol was very loving and contrite.
We made love nearly every day. Mostly it was tender loving sex, enjoying each other's bodies and how well we fit together. I'd slowly stroke into her cunt and murmur words of love and lust. Carol would hold my face in her hands and lock her legs behind my back. When we came it was a sweet release full of love and shared excitement. We did everything sexual for each other.
Carol sucked my cock until I came in her mouth and then she shared an open mouth kiss with me. I licked and sucked every fold of her cunt and focused on her clit until she came screaming and humping her cunt to my very wet face. Carol masturbated me, using her juices as lubricant, until I came all over her. I finger fucked her until she had orgasm after orgasm. I fucked her warm tight ass and came deep in her. She sat on my face and ground her cum filled cunt and ass on my mouth while I stuck my tongue in her every hole.
After a while our fantasy sex talk came back and we would fuck wildly. At first the fantasies were tinged with my insecurity. Gradually we able to reminisce about all the adventures we had had. We avoided any mention of Mark. We dirty talked about our days at the cottage and the yacht club, Brian and his yacht, John with the big prick, beach boy Billy, Don the 70s guy who fucked Carol's ass twice in the same day. We had loved it all. We missed our adventures but were wary of anything that could cause us marital trouble. We had learned a very hard lesson.
We decided we needed a change of scenery. We rented a cottage in the Great Smokey Mountains in Gatlinburg Tennessee. The cottage was a log cabin with roughhewn timbers on the outside while the inside was smooth and modern. It had a front porch that overlooked the forest and at night we could see the lights from Dollywood in Pigeon Forge. We spent the first few days hiking in the forest and mountains. In the evening we'd eat at the Gatlinburg Trout House and fall asleep by ten.
We were well rested and starting to feel restless. I heard of a place with Line Dancing - "Hogs and Honeys". Carol is a great dancer. When we went she wore a snap button cowgirl shirt and a very short flared skirt with horseshoes printed on it. The skirt was so short that it came with built in "bloomers". Carol cut the bloomers out. She wore hand tooled cowgirl boots with a medium heel. I wore a cowboy shirt, jeans and a Stetson hat.
On the way out the door I said,
"No promises, but maybe you'll get to ride a cowboy tonight."
Carol smiled and said,
"You're my number one cowboy and you get to ride me any time you want. Maybe a wild mustang would be fun for a night."
We were happy.
We got to "Hogs and Honeys" around nine o'clock and the place was packed and jumping. I ordered two Sapphire martinis and we found a dark booth to sit in. There was a cowboy band playing and a lot of people line dancing. "Achy breakey heart" was blaring and I held my hand out to Carol. We joined the crowd on the dance floor. The dancers were arranged in a large circle and in the middle was a smaller circle where dancers could show their stuff.
Carol had her hands on her hips, elbows out and swayed to the music. She was moving to the tunes and her skirt was flipping dangerously high.
She said, "Let's get in the middle."
I said, "I don't dance well enough. You go and have fun."
She skipped to the middle and joined the smaller group. There were about eight people in the middle, showing off and having a good time. The group all linked arms and moved in a circle in the opposite direction of the larger group on the outside. On Carol's arms there was an older gentleman who really seemed to know what he was doing and on her other arm was a handsome young man who was more into stomping and grinning. The next song, The Wobble, started and everyone grabbed the hips of the person in front of them and danced, Conga like around the room. As Carol danced past me she looked at me with a question in her eyes. I smiled
The older gentleman was holding Carol's hips and when she wiggled he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. Carol's hands were on the hips of the handsome young man and I saw her grope his ass. When the Conga line went by me again, Carol stepped out and came up to me.
She asked, "Are you okay? I love only you. Will we be playing sex games tonight?"
I appreciated her concern and loving care.
I said, "I'm fine. If you have any candidates let's play."
Carol beamed and said,
"Looks like I'm riding some broncos tonight."
A slow Texas two step came on and Carol slipped into the arms of the older gentleman. He was a very skilled dancer and held her tight as he led her across the floor. Carol was rubbing her breasts on his chest and shamelessly rubbed her leg along his thigh. He looked surprised and happy that this young beautiful woman was flirting with him. The dance ended and she pulled him over to me. She introduced him as Jim and said, "Jim this is my husband, Dick."
I said, "Jim, I'm pleased to meet you. Why don't you join us for a drink?"
We settled into the booth with me on Carol's right and Jim on her left. She rested her hand on Jim's thigh. The handsome young man who Carol groped on the dance floor came over to our booth and said,
"Hi, I'm David and I'd be honored to join you folks for a drink."
I looked up and said,
"David, I'm Dick, Carol's husband and this is Jim who we met tonight.