Nancy and I woke the next morning to the sound of little feet scampering up the stairs followed by rapid knocks on the door.
"Are you guys up?" her mother called from behind the locked door.
"Just a second mom," my wife quickly replied.
We pulled on some clothes and threw the cheerleader outfit into the closet before opening the door and letting the kids bolt inside. They wore big smiles which were great to see, and Nancy's mother followed them in closing the door behind her.
"Did you guys sleep well?" my wife asked.
"Yes mom and we got to watch movies too," Kyle announced.
"Your father went out and bought every Disney movie," Nancy's mother explained with a laugh.
"How fun," she said picking Hannah up, and then asked, "How about breakfast? Have y'all eaten?"
"Grandpa said he would make pancakes if you'll come down," Kyle told her.
"Oh, yummy! Why don't you guys go back down with grandma while daddy and I dress," Nancy suggested.
After only a minor fuss, the kids, with grandma close behind, turned and tromped back down the stairs to the main house. Nancy and I cleaned up, put on fresh clothes then went down to join them, and I forced myself to put aside the erotic thoughts still running through my mind from Nancy's recent admissions. Soon, we were digging into large stacks of pancakes smothered with syrup and downing strong black coffee which helped with my mild hangover.
"Grandpa said we can ride horses today," my son stated.
"Kyle, I said we could if it was okay with your mom and dad," Nancy's father corrected.
"Oh, that sounds fun. Let's do it!" my wife replied bringing squeals of delight from the kids.
Nancy is an experienced rider and wanted the kids to learn too. When talking about things to do on the visit, this one was at the top of the list. We gave Kyle and Hannah a chance to let their breakfast settle while her dad got the horses in the pen and then spent about an hour riding through some nearby pastures with my son on his own horse and Hannah with me. After the ride, the kids wanted to watch a movie, and since I was still feeling a little tired from the hangover, I decided to stay with them while Nancy did some last-minute shopping with Susie.
Besides shopping, Nancy and Susie had lunch and then sat around chatting until mid-afternoon during which time the kids and I watched two movies, ate, and napped.
"Susie told me that there is a dance at the hall tomorrow. She thinks it will be good with lots of people home for the holidays. You want to go?" she asked with a look that showed keen interest.
"Sure, why not? I'm surprised that place is still open," I replied, wondering if Greg would be there.
Still buzzing from the things she told me during our lovemaking the previous night, I realized that after our years of marriage I still had things to discover. It created some nervousness in me as well as excitement as I certainly didn't want to go through life in a stale relationship but I was unsure what, if anything, to do with the new info.
We spent the rest of the day and most of Saturday entertaining the kids and visiting with family. Kyle and Hannah were having a ball which wasn't surprising given the attention from their grandparents and the never-ending treats they received. The TV den at Nancy's parent's house became their home base, and when we weren't doing something else, they would play with their toys or watch a movie. There was also a bedroom next door, so it turned out to be much less difficult than I expected to get them to stay somewhere else other than with their mom. That night, we had an early dinner at my parent's house then came back and settled the kids down with a movie before leaving to get ready. When we came back down at 8:30 PM the kids were already asleep on the couch so we waved goodbye to her parents and quietly slipped out the door.
Nancy looked good in a jean skirt and sweater top and the smile on her face signaled that she was looking forward to the evening. The dancehall sold wine and beer along with mixers if you wanted to bring in a bottle of liquor, and since my wife didn't care for beer or low-end wine, we stopped and bought a bottle of vodka. Arriving at the hall, we could see that the parking lot was about two-thirds filled.
"Susie is saving some seats at her table for us," my wife announced as we left the SUV, and as we approached the entrance, we could hear the beat of the country band playing inside.
Both of us had been to this place many times growing up but never as a married couple, so from that standpoint it was a first. In our small town, it had served as the primary social gathering spot during our high school years and it seems it still fulfilled that function.
We paid the cover then walked inside and searched the room looking for Susie. The hall had a bandstand centered on the back wall with a dance floor in front and surrounding the floor were rows of tables three deep with folding chairs. The place was set up for functionality rather than style, but we already knew what to expect, and it didn't seem that it had changed at all in the eight odd years since we visited.
We spotted Susie waving to us from a table near the back and headed her way. The table she had staked out seated eight and besides her, there were two men and a woman. One of the men I recognized and I thought I might recall the woman but the other male was a stranger. Nancy and Susie hugged and then we were introduced to Les who was her date for the evening. I introduced myself to the other couple and learned they were Jeff and Laura. As soon as I heard their names, I connected the dots and remembered who they were from our high school days. After the introductions, I headed towards the bar to get a beer for me and some ice and tonic water for Nancy.
Over the next hour, the place filled until it became quite crowded. Nancy loves to dance and is good at it so, even though I'm average to poor and don't enjoy it much, I did my duty and went out with her twice. She was downing the gin and tonics rapidly and I had to warn her to slow down which brought an admonishment from Susie to quit being so stiff. Susie dominated the time with my wife between dances gossiping about a thousand subjects which left plenty of time to chat with her date and the other couple who all turned out to be quite friendly. At about 10:30 PM, I looked up to see Greg and his wife approaching the table.
"The party can start now," he bellowed which drew laughter from everyone but me.
My feelings toward him were conflicted. He wasn't really a bad guy. More boisterous than I liked but generally friendly, and although I found his history with Nancy to be intriguing, it made me a little jealous which caused me to think I shouldn't like him.
"Who is Greg's wife? She looks so familiar but I can't place her," I said to Nancy and Susie.
"She's Julie Nelson. She was a freshman when we were seniors," my wife's friend explained.
"David Nelson's sister?" I asked.
"Yes, that's right," my wife confirmed.
Now, I remembered her and recalled that back in our school days I had considered her very cute. After time and three kids, she was now much more mature but the way her face lit up when she smiled caught my attention as did her lovely breasts.
"Come on. I like this song," my wife said grabbing my hand and pulling me out.
I took her into my arms when we joined the throng and quickly got into the song's rhythm. After a few bars, my hand began sneaking down from her waist to her butt.
"Easy boy. Not here," she scolded me lightly pulling my hand back to her waist.
"You're no fun," I teased.
"Are you having fun?" she asked leaning back to look me in the eye.
"Yes, I'm fine sweetie," I told her truthfully.
"Don't be jealous of Greg," she said as she lowered her head into my chest making me wonder how she had read my mind.
"I'm not sweetie. I'm just interested in knowing more about you," I replied with a smirk, happy that she couldn't see it.
Over the next hour, we drank, chatted, and danced. Greg danced with all the girls but more so with Nancy than any of the others, including his wife. I paired with Julie several times, perhaps as a subconscious defensive, although she was very sweet and a joy to be with. I especially liked feeling her full breasts, larger than Nancy's, pressed against my chest. I wondered to myself how Greg had ever connected with her since they seemed to be opposites, but then I remembered my situation.
During one of my trips to the bathroom, I saw one of the few people I would actually consider a friend from my high school days and immediately went over to say hello. Danny Flores was one of my best friends growing up, and it was exciting to see him and have the opportunity to catch up. I met his wife and learned they had two kids, just like us, and that he was a high school assistant coach and teacher in the local school system. Before I knew it, we had reminisced for almost forty-five minutes. He knew that I married Nancy and it was important to me to introduce her as my wife, so I excused myself to find her. When I got back to the table, Susie informed me that Nancy was dancing with Greg again, so I had to wait until the song ended, and as they approached, I could see they were arm-in-arm with more than a casual air in their demeanor.
"Hey I saw an old friend who wants to say hello," I said to her when she arrived at our table, ignoring for the moment the Greg situation.
"Who is it?" she asked with a slur in her voice from the vodka.
"Danny Flores," I replied, hoping she would sense my enthusiasm.
"Oh, I remember him," she responded.
We walked back to Danny and his wife and spent twenty minutes chatting, as my wife, despite her tipsy condition, showed her charm which made me very proud.
"Man, you scored the hottest chick in school," Danny said while Nancy and his wife talked.
"Yes, I've been very lucky," I replied, and after reminiscing for a few more minutes a thought crossed my mind, and I asked, "Hey, you remember Coach Johnson, the student coach our senior year?"
"Yeah sure," he replied.
"Whatever happened to him?" I asked.
"He's not coaching. He works in a bank now," my friend said and then went on to explain that he was living in a smaller town about fifteen miles away.
"Really?" I said showing some curiosity.
"Yeah, sometimes he shows up here," he replied which immediately piqued my attention.
"No way. With his wife?" I asked, trying to be coy with my fishing.
"Nah, he's divorced. He comes here to try and hook up," he laughed.
"Oh, okay," I replied, suddenly worried I was acting too interested.
