"I know that, but that's not what I'm worried about!" Cheryl snapped and turned toward the door of the pantry to leave. She had been toying with the idea of confronting her dark-haired hostess with the knowledge of her having been alone with Frank in her bedroom… naked, but now that the opportunity seemed to be at hand she wanted to back away from it, thinking perhaps that with Jim's injury, Charlotte had quite enough to handle. Maybe with Jim hurt, she'll be so busy there won't be any chance for her to… to get Frank alone, again.
Charlotte stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm and a soft query, "What's really bothering you, Cheryl?"
"I just want Frank and me to leave… and be alone!"
Suddenly, Charlotte guessed that the lovely and petite wife of Frank Paynter knew about them… knew that they had been alone in her bedroom, and had put it all together. With a smile, she asked, "Then you're really worried about Frank aren't you?"
"No! I'm not!" Her vehement denial was as good as an admission of her real thoughts.
"You are, aren't you? Are you afraid he might begin to enjoy himself?"
"What do you mean?"
"Frank told me a little bit about you."
"What about?" Cheryl faced her squarely, demandingly.
"He told me enough so that I could guess how it is with you and him!"
"Oh, and how is that?" Cheryl spat sarcastically.
"Well, you know," the older woman smiled placatingly, "not enough activity in the sex department."
"Is that what he told you… to get you to…?" She stopped, still unwilling to get everything out in the open.
"To go to bed with him? Is that what you were going to say?" Charlotte asked.
"… Yes…"
"That wasn't the reason I fucked with him!"
Cheryl was shocked at the other woman's use of that word. She'd never heard a woman use it before. She gasped.
Going on, Charlotte added, "No, that wasn't the reason at all! It's because I like it… and that's more than he says for you!"
Frank's wife felt as though she had to leave now. Things were getting too personal. She wrenched her arm free and fled toward the door. Charlotte moved more quickly. Slamming the door shut and blocking the way, she pressed on, "So, why don't you give both of you a break, and really learn to get turned on, Cheryl?"
At the same time, Charlotte's hands went out to the other woman to rest on her hips momentarily, before they began, to slide caressingly upward. Again Cheryl was shocked. She turned, twisting free and gasping, "Don't!"
"Don't what…?" Charlotte hissed into the back of her neck as she came in behind her, her arms going boldly around the tiny, svelte figure of Frank Paynter's wife and her hands cupping and massaging the ripe fullness of her breasts. "This?" Then she kissed Cheryl wetly on the back of the neck.
Oh, my God! She's one of THOSE women! Cheryl couldn't understand what was happening to her. She loathed the touch of the other woman… but there were those delicious sensations coursing through her, seeming to emanate from the warmth of Charlotte's hands on her breasts and spreading with the speed of high-voltage electricity throughout her trembling body. Inside her brassiere, she could feel the tiny cones of her nipples hardening, while below her loins were glowing with warmth. She was aware of the moisture between the petals of her vaginal opening. It was all happening so quickly to her… and she didn't want it to happen at all!
She writhed in Charlotte's arms attempting to escape, "Oh, no! Please…? I couldn't! I just couldn't stand another woman to… to do things… to me!" she moaned.
"How do you know, if you've never tried it?" Charlotte persisted, allowing the smaller woman to face her now, as she kept her arms tightly about her.
"It's all wrong!"
Suddenly, she felt Charlotte's mouth on hers, and she was being kissed soundly, erotically, the other woman's tongue slipping sinuously between her lips and teeth to probe with sensual, womanly knowledge.
Frantically, afraid of her own reaction to it, afraid that if it went on any longer, she would succumb to the sensations searing her so temptingly, Cheryl broke free of Charlotte and stumbled to the door. Clawing it open blindly, her eyes dimmed by sudden, streaming tears, she fled from the pantry, crossed the kitchen and made for the stairway, flinging after her, "I won't! I won't let you do it. Don't touch me ever again!"
Charlotte let her go. Smiling after her and knowing exactly what Frank's wife was feeling, she whispered, "You'll be back, little darling! You'll be back for a lot more!" She was sure getting hot pretty fast! Maybe Frank doesn't really know all about his cute little wife… still doesn't know how to turn her on. Safe in her room, Cheryl flung herself down on the bed, her chest heaving with both emotion and exertion. God! I don't know what was happening to me! I was getting all hot… just because she was touching me… fondling my breasts and talking about trying woman love with her! Involuntarily, as she turned to lie supine, her own hands went up to cup her breasts, her fingers squeezing at the hardened buds of her berry-like nipples. That felt good, too! With an effort of will she took her hands away! No! That's wrong, too! I won't do it to myself, either!
None too willingly, Gene Barber had helped Frank Paynter with the firewood, huffing and puffing as his soft pudgy body protested the unusual physical labor. Now, however, he had carried a final armload of wood into the kitchen, while Frank was putting the axes and saws away in the barn.
He stood there, arms loaded, as Cheryl fled; then, he dropped the wood noisily into the box. As Charlotte, startled, turned toward him, he said, "It sounds like you were trying to make her!"
Charlotte didn't really like this man; she had agreed to the couple only because she had recognized that Nancy, his bride, seemed to be a likely candidate to share a bed with her and Jim. She remembered having told Jim that she'd tolerate the rotund lawyer… even swing with them, as a couple, if she had to; otherwise, she intended to ignore him. So far, everything had been perfect… especially Nancy, who had entered their bed so willingly that first night.
Levelly, Charlotte replied, "That's quite an observation, Mr. Barber!"
"Just like you did with Nancy!" he continued.
"Oh?"
"Yeah!" He came close and reached out to her, his arms going around her to pull her close. "And, since you swing with everyone else, when are you going to make it with me?" He ground his hardening penis suggestively against her abdomen as his hands roamed down her back to the rounded fullness of her buttocks, massaging and caressing them through the dress she was wearing.
Pulling away from him coolly she smiled, "Well, it's not going to be right now. I've got to start cooking dinner for this hungry bunch of people."
"Tonight, then?"
"Maybe." She crossed to the stove, lifted the cover of the firebox, and tossed in a couple of pieces of firewood.
"No maybe about it, Goddamnit! Nancy and I were talking about it, today… and she said maybe you'd go with both of us!" That was not exactly what Nancy had said, but he had extended her meaning a little to include a swinging trio of them.
Charlotte understood his ploy instantly. She didn't like it, but she agreed, "That makes it better! As long as Nancy agrees to it, too, I guess I'll have to say yes."
"That's more like it!" Gene was pleased with himself.
As Jim Harding's wife crossed the kitchen to the pantry, she threw him a lewd little smile and said, "If you're so hard up… why don't you try to make it with Cheryl?"
His eyes lit up with interest. "Yeah, that's a good idea, except how do I keep her husband from barging in?"
"Don't worry. I'll keep him down here with me!" she told him. "Anyway, he's hoping somebody'll turn her on!"
Feeling that she would be more comfortable in a dress, Cheryl wanted to be doing something — anything — to make her forget having heard her husband and Charlotte in the latter's bedroom; especially, she wanted to blot out of her mind her own sensation-ridden reaction to the same woman who had been lying naked with him. There must be something wrong with her… something abnormal, that makes her that way… wanting to do it with both men and women! She shivered with revulsion, as she realized just how close she had come to letting Charlotte seduce her. Ugh…! But, it had felt so tingly and nice, too! It was that she didn't understand.