The Origin of Yodeling Part One

Have you ever wondered where and how yodeling began? Here's the true story. Back in the olden days, an American student was traveling by foot through Switzerland. He was tall, ruggedly handsome and was well built. Nightfall was approaching, and the young man had nowhere to sleep. He knew a little bit of the Swiss language, so he went up to a farmhouse and asked the farmer if he could spend the night. In those days it was common practice as Inns were far between and often full. Hikers usually carried backpacks, with all they needed for the road. The farmer told him that he could sleep in the barn. So the man went into the barn to bed down, and the farmer, who had just finished his chores, went into the house. The farmer didn?t think much about it because over the years other hikers had bedded down in the barn. As the story goes, the farmer's teen daughter came downstairs and asked her father, who was reading. "Father, who was that young man I saw going into the barn?" "That's some fellow traveling through," said the farmer. "I think he might be from America. He needed a place to stay for the night, so I said that he could sleep in the barn." Well, the teen daughter had seen him from her window. He looked so handsome and she wanted to meet that young man, so the daughter then asked, "Did you offer the man anything to eat"? "Uh, no, I didn't," the farmer answered. "It looked like he had some provisions in his backpack so I did not bother." For the most part with only good intentions in her mind, the daughter said, "Well, I'm going to take him some food, just in case." She went to the kitchen and prepared a plate of food. She peeked around the corner at her father. He was still seated with his novel. So before heading to the barn she ran upstairs and changed into something a little nicer. She was wearing her hair in pigtails, and had little red ribbons on the end. She put on a black full-skirted dress, and in the bodice area it was white, low cut and showed off the top portions of her melon-sized mounds nicely. The black material in the dress wrapped up and around the sides of her breasts, adding emphasis. She studied herself in the mirror; Her body looked lovely in this dress. Her nipples were barely covered, and the dress was daringly revealing for the time. She had never worn it since purchasing it three weeks before, and now she could show it off. Of course her daddy had never seen it. Then, gathering up the tray and making sure that daddy had not seen her change of clothes; she took it out to the barn. The dress worked even better than she had hoped. The American had an appetite all right, and he proceeded to show her. A little over an hour later she staggered towards the house with a smile on her face. Her clothes were all disheveled and buttoned up wrong, and she had several strands of straw tangled up in her long blond hair. Carefully avoiding her dad in the living room, she immediately went up the stairs to her bedroom, cleaned up and went to sleep. A little later, the farmer's wife came down and told her husband that she had heard their daughter going to bed, and since it was so early she was wondering why. "I don't know," said the farmer. "Earlier I told a young man that he could sleep in the barn, and our daughter took him some food. That?s the last I know." "Oh", replied the wife. Telling a little fib, she said, "I didn't know that we had a guest. Did she take the man anything to drink?" "Umm, no, I don?t think so," said the farmer. The wife then said, "I would imagine that he's thirsty now so I'm going to take something out for him to drink." "That's good my dear wife," the farmer replied, anxious to get back to his novel. "Maybe I?ll take out a spare pillow for him too. He might enjoy having something to lie his head upon." Again the husband acknowledged her, but only by nodding his head. She shrugged as she headed away. That was typical of her husband. All he ever did was work the farm during the day and read his novels in the evening. The only other two signs of life he displayed were on Friday and Saturday nights. On Friday nights he went into the village and played cards or darts with his friends. On Saturday night, if things had not come up on Friday, he would have his weekly erection and use it on his wife. Five minutes later, if he was taking his time, it would be all over, usually for him only. This was Tuesday evening however. Before coming downstairs, the wife had already taken the time to change into something a little nicer than her working dress. Her husband hadn?t even noticed. Instead of selecting water, the wife went to the cellar and got a bottle of wine. She stared at the bottle she held and thought about things for a minute, then, gathering her courage; she headed out to the barn, a pillow in one hand, and the bottle in the other. This time the circumstances were a little different. Mom's intentions went beyond just being the thoughtful hostess, as her daughter had intended at first. The wife and mother, who was still youthful and quite attractive had not seen the young man enter the barn. But she had just happened to look out the window in time to see her daughter coming out of the barn. Then she had seen her daughter turn to wave at someone inside. At first the mother had thought nothing of it. It was probably her father she was waving at. As her daughter drew closer to the house, she had seen the smile on her daughter?s face. But what concerned the mother the most was what she was wearing. And the condition of her daughter?s clothing and hair indicated something was amiss. Whatever it was that her daughter might have done, she wanted to investigate for herself. Finding out for sure from her husband that there was a man in the barn had confirmed her fears. If she had known in advance, the mother would not have permitted her daughter to enter the barn alone with a stranger present. Now it looked like it was too late to rectify things. But she still needed to conduct her investigation. As she headed for the barn, the mother really didn?t know what she intended to do. Maybe her daughter had not actually done anything, like going all the way with him. It depended on how the person in the barn acted. If he was nice enough, she might offer him some wine and just talk to him. If he was unpleasant, she might ask her husband to make him leave, but she did not plan to tell her husband how her daughter had looked. The mother didn't return for an even longer time than her daughter. It was well over an hour and now dark as she turned to wave one last time at the person within. As she left the barn, her clothes were also messed up, and just like her daughter the mother had straw twisted into her blond hair. When she had gone into the barn, the wife and mother had been pleasantly surprised. ?What a nice young man?, she had thought. She had handed him the bottle to open and lain the pillow down next to where there was hay spread out for a mattress upon the floor. His eyes had probed into hers as she had laid that pillow down, and she had blushed and tried to act normal about the whole thing, and not thinking the same thoughts that he might be. They had shared some of the wine and talked. She had not gotten to the part about "did you do anything with my daughter?" The young man had begun showing her instead. The wife and mother was grinning when she walked across the yard. Her footsteps were wobbly because her 36- year-old legs were weak and sore from being in positions they had not been placed into for years, if ever. Her vagina was sore too, well, maybe not sore, but she had a feeling of tenderness down there that reminded her with every step of the amazing equipment the young man had been blessed with. Not just amazing in size, but also in how long it had stayed sizable, over and over again. Five separate times he had entered her body. The first time he had laid on top and literally ?broken her in.? His adding the pillow under her ass after a minute had allowed him to penetrate deep into her body, and he had given her a first, incredible orgasm. The second time was to change positions and show her doggy style while standing. The third time was while he was standing holding her up on his arms while bouncing her up and down on his cock. Somehow their lips had managed to stay locked, and all that combined had brought her to a climax such as she had never dreamed of. The fourth time was to allow her to ride him resulting in her third orgasm, and the fifth time was so that he could lie on top of her and inject her with what cum he had left after shooting a gallon into her daughter. She had left the half-empty bottle of wine with the young man, and he had said that he would finish it and get good nights sleep. Just like her daughter, the mother avoided the man of the house and went straight* *up the stairs, into the bath and then into bed. As she lay in bed, she had memories. Did her daughter have the same memories? Maybe later, tomorrow, or maybe never, she would ask her daughter about her visit. If her daughter admitted anything, she might get some details from her. But could she ever tell her daughter about her own visit? That was most probably a not. Fortunately for her, she was thinking, the barn could not be seen from her daughter?s room, so she would never know. Both women had dreams, very erotic dreams during the night. For the daughter, who had been experimenting with the local youth, her dreams were of finally finding someone who could fulfill her needs. This young man had been another adventure, but out of four, he was the best one so far. But for the mother, the dreams were more intense. Since her husband seemed not all that interested in sex, she had adopted the same attitude. Through the years she had thought that her needs were being fulfilled, but the young man had made her aware that she had been missing something. Mom awakened before midnight and was thinking about the young man, all alone and sleeping out in the barn. Her husband just happened to awaken and see her framed in the moonlight as she was looking out of the bedroom window. He asked her if anything was wrong, and the mother replied that she was just going to the bathroom. "You should come and see how lovely the moon is dear. It is full tonight and looks like it is smiling down on us." The practical husband had always thought his wife was too romantic in nature. She was always talking about moonlight, flowers, and other frilly things. "Yes dear, I can see the light from here. It is almost bright enough to go out and milk the cows, but I suggest you wait until morning. Now let?s go back to sleep." "Yes dear," she sighed, staring out the window. She had asked her husband to join with her at the window, but he had not been interested. That was his trouble, he was no longer romantic with her. It didn?t matter that he was able to get hard any time he wanted. That was the strange part. He could get hard at any moment, but rarely used it when it came up. Many times when he was sleeping on his back she had seen his erection pushing up on the sheets and turning them into a tent. But for the most part he only expected sex from her on Saturday nights, sometimes Friday, but usually Saturday. Saturday nights and he would turn into an animal, for a few minutes. Forgotten were his novels. Early to bed and get to the sex, that was his Saturday evening. She had often wondered if perhaps his evening with the boys on Fridays got him all horny from the talk, but if that was the case, why didn?t he jump on her when he came home? But there was more than sex she craved. She also needed foreplay, fantasy and romance. She sighed again as she pretended to be looking up at the Moon, but her eyes were still on the barn. Fantasy. She had been married to one man for the past 18 years and of course her husband had taken her virginity. She had known no other man before today, but now her mind was filled with strange erotic thoughts. Her husband still wanted sex, but only when it was convenient for him, and it never lasted long enough for her. Another time, since he was awake, she might have crawled back into bed and reached for him to see if anything came up. If he responded she could get on top and move until she reached her one mild orgasm. She usually reached climax while on top the easiest if she laid on her husband?s chest, with her head close to his. Seldom though would they kiss. As a matter of fact, she usually laid her head on his chest to avoid kissing. That was because if they kissed while she was on top, it was because she had done the initiating. At this angle, bent way forward, his penis felt the best to her. It varied on how long things would last. If he was the initiator and on top, it was five minutes. She needed longer and sometimes asked him to go slow. If her day had not been too stressful, and her husband acted like he cared about her orgasm, it might only take her ten to fifteen minutes when he was on top. Other times she would either have to work a little harder to come, or just fake it. Usually though, she would manage to reach her climax when she was on top. Five or ten minutes were usually sufficient for her. After she groaned softly and came, she wanted to just lie there for awhile. If her husband was being nice, she sometimes wanted to go twice. He always stayed hard within her whenever she took her break. She liked to remain lying on her husband when she resumed pumping, but he usually wanted her to sit more upright so that he could grab her breasts. If she remarked that it felt better when she was bent forward, he sometimes had replied, "Maybe for you, but I don?t like how it gets all sweaty between our bodies". Well, she liked that sweat. To her it sort of added to the eroticism. But he just didn?t think the same way. On those nights when she could not lie on him, she would continue moving up and down while her husband fondled her tits until he shot his load up into her. During the times when her husband mounted her, which was only about one third of the time, she could climax if he took his time. As they both grew nearer to their orgasm, he would pound hard into her. More often than not, he would be there first. Her reaching orgasm with him on top only happened about half the time, so her preference was when she took the superior position. That had been enough to satisfy her in the past, the physical part. It did not meet her emotional needs, and besides that, she always had to go get a cloth and bathe her husband while he just lay there afterwards. For several years it had been that way. If she got on top and ?used? him for sex, then she had to bathe him. This was a necessity after their sex because he shot a very large load. She had learned from experience to place a towel under her vagina when she dismounted, otherwise she would drip all over him, the bed, and the floor on the way to the bath. If he had been on top of her, it did no good for her to just lie there while he cleaned her. He had made the effort in their early months, but there was so much come that she would have to climb out of bed anyhow. So that was the way it was, if she did the work, she cleaned him and herself. If he did the work, she still had to drain and clean herself. She always had to take care of herself first, otherwise she would have come running out as she walked around. In the beginning, she had tried putting on panties while she cleaned her husband, but they would be soaked within minutes. She would have to clean herself and put on another pair to go to sleep. She kept going over her sex life in her mind as she stared out the window. It had become more of a chore than of the afterglow of sex in their early years. When she would return from draining and cleaning in the bath, he would be lying on his back, acting like he was asleep. His dick would be soft, and his come and her juices would be all mixed through his pubic hair, all over his balls and between his thighs. If she didn?t wash him, he would stay in bed and eventually get his mess all over the sheets when he rolled over. She relived those thoughts, going over and over with them in her head. That was the way it usually went, with her on top and doing all the work during and afterwards. Sometimes he would initiate the sex, but if he did, he would get on top and often reach climax before she could. He moved his hips well enough, but her only guarantee of reaching some satisfaction was if she took charge. She never bathed him afterwards, when he had been on top. She would just go to the bath, sit, drain and wipe. If he didn?t clean himself, that was too bad. That was the reason that she had ended up being on top most of the time. Her husband seemed to like that best. She did the work and she did the cleaning. Her husband just provided his cock and acted as if it was the one and only. And she had believed that, until today. These were the thoughts going through her mind over and over as she stared out the window. Then, she made her decision, a decision that would be risky, but worth it. Tonight, her husband was not going to have his pleasure. Tonight, if she had the nerve to sneak out, she was going to share her body with someone else for the second time. Her husband had been provided with one last chance. Sighing after her husband had not been interested enough to look at the moon, she went to the bathroom and pretended to be using it. Then she quietly climbed back into bed besides her husband. It sounded like he was already sleeping, but she had to be sure. She was so horny. Without conscious thought, her right hand found its way to her vagina. The young man had ravaged her body like never in her life, but she needed more. It was more like the American had awakened her in a dream, rather than satisfying her. She felt down around her pubic area. Most of the tenderness was gone now, but it was wet, very wet just from thinking about the young man. Her fingers touched her clitoris, and she rubbed it gently. She needed fulfillment now! She almost changed her plan. Should she satisfy herself? Should she reach out for her husband? He didn?t measure up to the young American, but she needed?. Her mind was spinning. No, not tonight, she decided again with resolve. She was not going to get on top of her husband this time. In recent years she had spent more time bouncing on top of her husband than he had ever spent on her. Besides, her husband could not satisfy what she was still craving from earlier in the day. This was her chance. There was someone nearby that appealed to her. She had already given herself to him and he had proven himself. A chance like this might not come up again. Of course there were always other opportunities. Some men in town from time to time flirted with her, including her husband?s buddies. She had always pretended not to be aware of their attentions. What irritated her the most was that her husband never seemed to notice when other men looked at her or flirted. Did he take her so much for granted that he figured no one else would want her, or she, them? He seemed to be aware of his daughter?s appearance, and how she had developed since the age of thirteen. He was protective towards her, although mom suspected that daughter was a little wilder than daddy knew about. Once a month her husband would take her to a town dance. This was the wife?s only contact for the most part with other men. While her husband bragged with his buddies and played darts, she drank a little, and danced. Most dances would only involve touching your partner with hands, but sometimes they danced close. Until today and the young man?s arrival, that had been her big secret, the dances. One of her husband?s drinking buddies always made it a point to ask her onto the floor. She wanted to turn him down, but never did for that might cause her husband to ask questions. It was true that she wanted to say ?No?, but something drew her to this man. This man was a bruiser, built like a tank and most of it appeared to be muscle. When he asked her to dance, and she always watched for him to see when that would be, she would start tingling. Her husband knew that she danced with this man, and sometimes others, but her husband seemed to be blissfully unaware about which songs were playing when this particular man chose to dance with her. She would start tingling between the legs because he picked the times when the dance music was slow and intimate. They even turned the lights down low. With no one able to see, he made it hard for her to ignore his crude attempts at seducing her. He never said or suggested anything sexual, but he would already be erect as soon as he held her in his arms. He always guided her to the middle of the floor. There, they would be hidden by other people dancing from the view of anyone sitting on the sidelines. It would be just like they had danced the last dance together rather than maybe a month ago. This man, whom she wanted to avoid but couldn?t, would turn her body into his, take one long look into her eyes, then gently pull her against him. Their bodies would simply melt into one another?s. By the end of the first dance, she would be sweating. His hard penis would affect her. She did not especially like this man, but his male presence, with that, down there, would arouse her. What made it worse was the fact that she had to dance even closer to him to avoid the possibility of having to kiss him. He pressed himself against her. But she would press against him too so that her head could lie on his shoulder. That way, she did not have to look into his eyes, and her lips did not come close to his. She had sensed that he wanted to touch her lips with his from the first time they had been together. If he ever tried to kiss her, she did not know how she would react. The trouble was, when she got in close in order to place her head on his shoulder, that brought her lower half into contact with his lower half. During the first few dances, she had tried to hold her lower portion away, but that had been awkward. So, in effect, her attempt at keeping him away brought her closer to him. Her tits, large and still fairly firm, would press into his chest. It was a tradition to give your partner two dances, and when they played the slow ones, the songs were usually long. During the second dance he would place his hands on her buttocks and fondle them. He didn?t squeeze hard. It was subtle, but he would get good feels as his hands roamed up and down. She wore long flowing skirts, the kind that would swirl out when she spun around during fast dances. Because of that, when he ran his hands over her lower half, the skirt did not cut down on his ability to feel her curvature. When his hands moved, the loose skirt would move up and down at the same time. It was never mentioned, but there was no doubt that he was taking liberties. His roaming hands touched her firmly enough that she really couldn?t pretend to not know what he was doing. By his feeling and her allowing it to happen, they were in effect, both cheating on their mates. She had to fight hard to not show her feelings of arousal and get away from him when the music concluded. His wife seldom came to the dances, so he was free to play. If he was seated in the area near her, he always seemed to be able to meet her eyes with his afterwards as she sat with her husband. He would smile knowingly at her, and she never failed to blush. It always left her confused. This man did not appeal to her in public, but when she was being held close to him, she became aroused. Was there something hidden about herself that she did not know, or was it curiosity about others and frustration with her own love life? That frustration might have been the reason for her having started to drink a little more in recent months. She only rarely drank at home, maybe some wine with special meals. But the monthly village dance was the time when people let their hair down. She, lately, had been feeling more like doing just that. The last time she had danced with the man, three weeks ago, things had gone a little further than on previous occasions. She had drunk a little more than usual and was feeling pretty tipsy. He had sensed that right away and had not waited until the second dance to start caressing her ass. His hands had done more than just caressing too. He had actually squeezed her cheeks, not hard, but firmly enough to constitute a good feel. And then, before the first song finished, he had taken more liberties. Worse, as she had thought about it later, she had allowed him, perhaps because at the time it was too embarrassing for her to stop him. The song was very slow and romantic, and she was almost forgetting herself and with whom she was dancing. Fortunately, it was quite dark in the center of the dance floor. He had already gone beyond his usual running of his hands up and down over her cheeks. For the first time, he sort of dug both hands into the crack of her butt and pulled outward slightly. The loose skirt of course, did not hamper his movements. As he tugged outward, this had the effect of spreading her cheeks and allowing him to get a good feel of her buttocks as he was now able to wrap the fingers of both hands around her ass cheeks. And then, as if to add insult to injury, he spoke to her while his hands were digging into her buttocks. This was the first time he had done that. It wasn?t much of a conversation, for him, five words. For her, it was only three. But it probably indicated that he was thinking beyond this dancing with one another once a month. With his penis pressed firmly against her, he asked her if she was happy at home, and she defensively replied "of course. Very!" But he continued to caress her ass, and she allowed it to happen. She had wanted to act uppity and ask him why he wanted to know, but that would enable him to open up a conversation that she knew would only head in one direction. He continued to hold onto her ass, fingers firmly wrapped around each buttock. With a firm handhold on her lower half, he was able to pull her even tighter against him. His penis was digging into her it was so hard. She had wondered before, but now she really thought about it. How big was it? She couldn?t tell as he pressed up against her. It was hard for sure, and there was no doubt that he would be able to perform quite ably if she ever tested him. She even wondered about his wife, and if his wife took care of her man when he asked. One thing for sure, he undoubtedly wanted it more than one night a week. And then he had gone one step further. It was subtle, very subtle, but he released one cheek of her ass and moved his right hand upward between their bodies. It landed on her left breast. He didn?t squeeze hard, and at first she didn?t know he was touching her there. Because she did not immediately stop him he was able to caress her, squeezing just enough to feel her size, and shape. When she realized that he was cupping her breast, it was too late. Now she knew, but there seemed to be no way to stop him without speaking out. She remained silent, and he continued to fondle. He teased her nipple between his fingers, and she became aware that both her nipples were erect as if they were linked. She sensed that he was about to raise his other hand onto her other breast, but the music came to an end. He removed his hand from her breast, but there was still another song to go. As the couples left space around them, the lights started to come up slightly. Their privacy of darkness was gone. As always, they stopped dancing and stood in the center of the floor until the other couples had either begun moving back to their tables or remained on the floor. It was a good opportunity to make casual conversation, but they never spoke. He would just look at her, then look around at wave at someone or even speak to other persons, but never to her. It was time for the second dance. The lights went down. When the second song began, he immediately and boldly placed his right hand back onto her tit and his left hand on her ass. This time, since he had just departed the area, he was not subtle, or you could say not sneaky about it. He pulled her hips forward, causing his penis to press firmly into her pelvic area. He danced slowly with her in that manner, moving slow, staying very close, and holding her everywhere. He was feeling her more intimately now as his hand squeezed her breast. Then she felt his hand leave her breast. For a moment she wondered where it was going. She found out instantly and in a shocking manner. He pulled his lower body away from hers slightly and his hand started pulling up her skirt. He had it up almost before she realized it. What he was doing was between their bodies and no one could see in the dim light. When her skirt was high enough, he caught the hem under his wrist to hold it up, then used his hand to go?there! Shocked, she trembled at his touch. He was feeling her on the vagina. On the outside of her panties, yes, but it was her most intimate part. She was embarrassed too, not necessarily because he was feeling her vagina, but because she was already soaking wet, and he now knew it. Confused, and unsure as to how to handle this without creating a scene, she allowed him to explore. He used one finger to push firmly against her panties and followed the contour of her slit the entire length. He moved up from the lower portion and ended up directly over her clitoris. Her dancing became less smooth. She was trembling. Her pussy was wet. He could feel the slippery stickiness oozing completely through her panties for sure. Then he did the unthinkable. He used his finger to go under her panties from the side and slipped the tip inside. It was just a little ways, but enough that he could feel her insides. They took several slow steps around the floor while he held his finger in place. Forbidden territory! Her promise to her husband of exclusive marital bliss was now being violated. This man was fondling her in an area that had been promised to another, and she was allowing it to happen. Worse, it was one of his so-called best friends that she was allowing to know her intimately. She felt weak, and her pace slowed. He slowed with her and they were basically standing in the middle of the floor. At that moment, their being on the floor was more for the purpose of fondling rather than dancing. He moved his face directly in front of hers, forcing her to meet his eyes. Then he went deeper with a finger, far enough to feel her tightness as her vagina clamped around his finger. She moaned softly, her eyes betraying her as well as they looked into his with a mixture of disbelief and desire. He pressed forward with his finger, going as deep as finger length would allow. She moaned again. Her body was betraying her. If this continued, she might reach orgasm, even if he didn?t stroke it in and out. There was no use playing the role now of the innocent and wronged housewife. She was a part of this; a willing participant and he would always know that. She knew that she should make a pretense at dancing again, or perhaps even walk off the floor. But she was unable to move. Willing or not, she was very aroused. All she needed was another minute and maybe a kiss. The music neared the end. They both knew the song, and how it ended. Reluctantly, he pulled his finger out of her hole, went higher and pressed the tip of his finger against her aroused little bud as if to say ?goodbye.? He rubbed up and down against her twice, and she moaned. Then he removed his hand and allowed her skirt to fall. Sweating profusely, she had deliberately avoided his eyes when they parted. But she knew; he was probably thinking of asking her if they could do more, alone, somewhere, sometime. If there had been more time tonight, a third dance perhaps, he would probably have made his move. She had been under the influence of alcohol, and she was unsure as to what her reply would have been. Still, she had allowed him to go further than ever before. He had taken substantial liberties with his hands. He would certainly be justified in asking her to meet him secretly for some good fucking. If she fucked him, it would certainly be different that what she was used to. Besides the possibility of a variation in penis size, the man was much larger than her husband was. Not so much in height, there he was maybe a couple of inches taller. But he was way wider as well. She could barely wrap her arms around him when they danced. In bed, he might squash the life out of her if he were to lie his full weight upon her. One thing for sure, something that had left a ?lasting impression? upon her, he certainly had been able to identify her clitoris and give her a nip in the bud. She was so aroused by then that a finger inside had been the obvious next step for him to take, and by then she had been craving his touch. Just another minute of fingering, probably less with a kiss, and she would have had an orgasm. She had done much thinking about it later, and had been fantasizing on that man the next time her husband had fucked her. She knew that the next time they were together in the middle of the dance floor, he would not bother to start from scratch again. If it was as dark as usual, he would begin right where he had left off. Within seconds his finger would be probing her, and probably during the first three lines of the song. She did not plan to stop him, and might even try to achieve orgasm. There was an open patio at one side of the dance floor. During a dance they could probably sneak outside and do, something, maybe a fuck while standing up. She had already envisioned herself sitting on the edge of one of the patio tables while the man was between her legs, driving his manhood deep into her and making her climax, over and over. But to go beyond the dance floor and act on her desires by cheating on her husband with someone local? That would be playing with fire. She might never get up the actual bravado to do so. The young man from America though, was different. When the morning came, he would be gone, and no one would ever know. Unknown to her, another man had seen what was happening between her and her dance partner. He knew her and her husband, and he knew the other man. Hardly believing his eyes, he had seen the man?s hand as it went up under her skirt. He had taken note of her face and how she had been reacting to the man and whatever he was doing under her skirt. Next time, next month when she showed up, he planned to ask her for a dance. He hoped that in the meantime, she didn?t secretly meet with the man who had been fondling her and start an affair. If she was going to be cheating, he wanted to catch her first. The recently awakened wife didn?t as yet know it, but she not only had one in the barn, she had two waiting in the wings. 4350 1.49/512345