Vignette 1: Surprise Threesome

Vignettes

Two of the cool things about being as old as one of the American presidential candidates are the old friends and memories you made over nine decades, the last eight of which you remember. The oral tradition was still alive way back when I was a child and teen, before digital and computers, and my first recollection of spoken tales are of being a wide-eyed child sitting beside a campfire, listening to one of the greatest Texas historians and storytellers speak of Apache gold and Yaqui silver, spirits left to guard Spanish treasures, and ghosts.

I was so scared my senses were on hyper alert, and I can still remember the smell of the fire, the sound of his voice, the shrieks of the two girls when the skeleton of a Spanish soldier appeared, the darkness of the night outside our ring of fire, and the chuckling of our parents and his wife. That was a while ago, and most of those people are dead and gone.

From a 1950s childhood to the crazy shit we saw, did, and heard as teens, to college in the mid-to-late 1960s, and all the insanity between 1968 and 2024, a man can pick up some good tales.

A few winters ago I was drinking beer around a campfire with three old friends at a hunting camp, and we got to retelling such stories, some of which had been told to us, some of which we witnessed, some of which we lived, and some of which came out of a video library created and maintained by a gigantic asshole we used to work with in the 70s and 80s.

After the funeral of a mutual friend, he had invited all of us to stop by anytime we were in the area and watch all the films he had digitized. Only one of us ever took him up on the offer, and I regret doing it.

He was a blowhard and braggart, and we made fun of him behind his back, while encouraging him to tell us all about his most recent exploits and conquests. The women he named were so unlikely we often just called BS, or laughed our asses off after he left. But, true or not, the stories were always exciting and imaginative. Fucker must have loved danger and close escapes, although he admits to getting beat to hell a few times when he wasn't quick enough.

For all our mocking, it turned out he wasn't lying all that much, and had the video to prove it. Shocked, I tell you; we were shocked! And some of it hit pretty damn close to home! I'll never look at some people the same; never dreamed they had it in 'em!

Home again after the hunting trip, my wife was snoozing on the couch while the video revelations were again wandering through my mind. That started me thinking about other stories I had been told in confidence or by drunken men, and women, over the years, and about emails I've gotten since I started writing on Literotica a while back.

Some of those emails suggested storylines they wanted me to write, and others contained full stories that needed a lot of editing before they could be published. I was told to "fix their stories" and publish them under my name, without attribution. I've shied away from that but there were promising tales and storylines that I've included in vignettes. I'd attribute them, but since the emails came from their personal accounts, I don't know their handle on here, and I'm not going to publish their names. You know the story and who you are: feel free to comment and take credit under your handle, but not as anonymous, please.

Several weeks after our hunting trip, I was sitting in my recliner not watching TV, and trying to remember some of the best tales. I got my tablet and started a Story Ideas page, to which I've added over the intervening years. Those I liked the most I began outlining, but I then got caught up in longer stories.

Long Blonde Hair, Sky Blue Eyes was the last of those, for a while at least, so I decided to revisit the ideas and outlines. I also went back and read some stories I had started, or finished and was disappointed in, looked over the ideas, and decided that, rather than weaving them into longer tales, I'd become the teller of stories I have heard, witnessed, or lived, as Vignettes.

These stories may or may not be true, but I enjoyed hearing them, and I've enjoyed retelling some of them among friends; others I would have taken to my grave, but using the anonymity of the internet, fake names, etc. I'm going to retell some of those stories on this site.

The names, the towns, the places aren't accurate, and I've combined some stories if they were consistent with the characters. In fact, Kathy and Ned will be major characters in several stories, and some of the stories really are about those characters. However, not all are, but I felt they were things they would have done if given the chance.

I plan to give Vignettes a couple of tries and see how well they are received. I'm planning to post them in Loving Wives, but the tags will show many could be in other categories, including First Time, Anal, Group Sex, Nonconsent/Reluctance, Exhibitionist/Voyeur, Romance, Mature, and maybe even elements of incest-taboo. Check the tags to see if you don't stray into certain areas. I don't either, usually, but some of these stories do.

BTB, BTB&Bs, and RAAC really aren't appropriate classifications for most because they are vignettes, not full stories to which there is an ending. Tags will warn if swinging, cheating, or being cucked is ahead.

But rave away if you must. I do reserve the right to delete.

Hope you enjoy these short stories.

Warning: this first story is a the first of several crazy stories that supposedly occurred over fifteen years. All will featured Kathy and Ned, and other characters introduced will come and go. Obviously, I wasn't there and the teller didn't always repeat dialogue, fill in holes, or provide details, so a lot of license has been taken regarding dialogue, motivation, and character development. This one is

X rated

for hardcore sex, language, and a MFM threesome, so turn around, don't drown in things that disgust you.

Vignette 2 - Unexpected Threesome

Kathy smiled as she watched Andy walking up the steps to the landing and knocking on the door of their singlewide. He was short, had a lean but muscular build, and a nice smile. Her fellow teachers thought he was cute, but he was hardly the kind of guy she was attracted to. Her husband was 5'11" and weighed 210, with broad shoulders, a thick chest, and muscled arms and legs; that was her kind of guy!

Andy had been a college athlete; a second baseman on the baseball team, but he was short - possibly 5'7" or so. He looked strong and fit, in a wiry way, and wore his clothes well. His UTA bio showed he was a two year starter, batted seventh, and had a lifetime .239 batting average. Nothing special about those stats, but he was a two-year starter on a respectable college baseball team; not many people could say that.

Ned was a four-sport high school athlete who played two years of college football before injuries sidelined him permanently. He was nothing special in the world of college athletics either, but he was in the 6.5% of high school football players who get to play in college. He knew he would not be in the 1.6% of college players who make it into the NFL, and he knew it going in.

He worked hard, listened well, and made the most of what he had, but he lacked the 'God-Given tangibles' of size, speed, and mobility. He was never going to be a star, even before shoulder surgery and nagging to his neck and legs convinced him it was time to get serious about his coursework, and go after the degrees and certifications needed to coach and teach in Texas.

His college football coaches were more than willing to move him to a medical scholarship so they could give his football scholarship to another player, and happy to have his help with the defensive backs and linebackers, both of which he had played in college. After all, he was a star pupil if not player, and they had often used his work ethic and knowledge of the game as examples for the more gifted but less dedicated players.

"If that boy had size and ability equal to his smarts, team spirit, and want to, he'd be all pro," the head coach had told his position coach after their conversation about Ned taking medical retirement. "But he's just not big enough and quick enough to take on a 300 pound pulling lineman and make the stop on a 220 pound running back. Teach him everything you know about coaching, and a few years from now we'll be watching his teams play at state!"

Kathy knew that about her husband, because that position coach had stopped by to see their first baby three years ago, and he had recounted the conversation.

All she knew about Andy's college career was what Ned told her when they hired him, but she liked his personality and agreed he was cute. Andy and Lyn had only moved here four months ago, during the summer, and she hadn't gotten to know Lyn well enough to have those kinds of conversations that allow you to become close friends.

In fact, she didn't know much about either one, but she did recognize the way Andy looked at her when he thought no one was watching, and she was anxious to see how he reacted to her little dress.

She opened the door with a big smile, said come on in, and stepped back. He stepped inside, but stalled, stopping to get a better look. She could see Ned watching from the kitchen with a big grin on his face. He was proud of his wife and enjoyed her showing off, which she was doing right now; it only appeared she was greeting a guest.

The forest green dress wasn't immodest. The front Vee was not that daring, but the white trim calling attention to the way her perky titties mounded along the edges was. It was body-conforming, so her 22 inch waist, flaring 35" hips with firm round butt were well displayed, but it wasn't skintight and it had a pleated flare beginning at the bottom of her butt. That it ended about mid-thigh, displaying most of her lean, shapely legs, was what drew your attention, and when they took in her curvy 5'4", 120# body, men were captivated.

Like Andy was now, frozen in place like a deer in headlights.

Ned rescued him from himself, hollering for him to bring the beer and ice it down. Andy shook his head and managed, "Wow, Kathy! You look sensational! I've never seen you dressed up before, and... wow!"

It was lame, but effusive and sincere, so she thanked him with a smile and a pat on the arm. When he turned and walked into the kitchen though, Ned saw her smirk, and thought, 'if he's that easy, he will have a very hard cock all night, because Kathy will play him like a bass on a line! He would be in trouble, even with Lyn right there.'

Ned looked over Andy's shoulder at the door and asked, "Where's your better half? We thought all four of us were going."

"We were, but she got a call about lunch about her mother being put in the hospital with pneumonia-like symptoms, so she grabbed our son from daycare and took off. I volunteered to go with her, but she said she would stay as long as mom was hospitalized, and knew I couldn't miss practice next Monday."

"Sorry to hear that, Andy. But you're still planning to go with us?" Kathy asked.

His plaintive reply sealed the deal for him. "If you'll have me. I hate being a third wheel, but I hate sitting at home by myself more, so I'd like to go, if it's alright."

It was fine with her; in fact, the more men that went, the better. She had girlfriends and female friends, but given her druthers, she'd druther be surrounded by men! "Hey, if it's alright with Ned it's alright with me! There's nothing I like better than a 'double date' on which I'm the only girl!"

Ned laughed; that was a rather brazen admission and statement of intent by his wife, but she was being honest. She had never shied away from climbing into a car full of guys, which had happened quite often when they were in college. She had joined Ned and his friends for anything from a fishing trip to a swimming party to a night at a honkytonk. The guys flirted with her, of course - she was a living doll, and always dressed the part - but they kept it at acceptable levels, and she kept the teasing somewhere near acceptable too, lest Ned intervene.

Ned pointed at his watch, to provoke the 'one more run' he knew she'd make to check her makeup and grab a jacket, just in case. When she returned, he found them loading the beer kooler in the back seat of Ned's pride and joy, a 1970 Chevelle Malibu Super Sport, with the 327/350 AFB engine. In Ned's words, "It runs like a scalded-ass ape!" but he intended to keep it forever, so it spent almost all of its time in the garage, excepting special nights like this.

She waited to close and lock the front door until they could watch her, and then flounced down the stairs and pranced to the driver's side. That drew the looks of appreciation she wanted, and then she sat down on the driver's seat, primly pivoted her knees, and scooted across the seat to the middle. Did her legs spread when she slid, and did the dress ride up high enough to provide a glimpse at her silky white panties, like she planned?

A quick glance at her audience confirmed both did, and she smirked internally while maintaining an innocent, open face, as if she had no idea.

Kathy was by nature a bit of an exhibitionist, made more so by alcohol, and the beer she had while dressing gave her just enough cover to tempt the boys a little, without feeling naughty. But she had been that way since puberty, and being a high school and college twirler had given her ample opportunity to hone her skills.

Fortunately or unfortunately, she had gotten pregnant almost immediately after they got married, and only nine months after junior was born, she got pregnant again! So she had spent more than half of their four years of marriage pregnant, nursing, fatigued, or recovering her figure, so opportunities to show off had been limited.

These last twelve months, though, she had worked her body hard to get back in shape and get her shape back, and she agreed with her husband: she had never looked better! She was a 25 year-old woman in full bloom, and men noticed!

Still, they hadn't gone out much during their marriage because of pregnancies, or infants and toddlers needing attention and care. Tonight though, her little angels were spending the night with her mother and dad, and she was ready to let off some built-up steam!

Ned knew it, he approved, and he was glad to see his sexpot wearing a sexy dress and a flirty smile for the first time in a long time. He loved Kathy as wife, mother, dutiful daughter, and devoted schoolteacher, but he had fallen in love with her sexpot persona, and he was glad to see her morph into that role.

Her wanting to display that conspicuous sexiness was the reason they were going out of town to drink and dance. It was hard for her to relax in her hometown because she, and her family, were so well known. Nothing is a buzz killer like parents coming up and wanting to talk about their kids, your students, or having people stare judgmentally you when you rock and roll, especially if your partner isn't your husband.

Not tonight, baby! Tonight they were driving to a larger town, to a dancehall with a reputation for being wild and woolly on Saturday nights. Given their route, it would take at least 45 minutes to make it to their destination, a dancehall/ honkytonk in a town far enough away to make it unlikely they would encounter parents, school board members, or community members who thought it was fine to drink, dance, and have fun, but not for teachers or coaches to do the same.

Kathy had put up with that judgmental crap her entire life, what with being the county judge's daughter, high school head twirler, and now star Kindergarten teacher, but it still pissed her off! She was twenty-five years old, married, with two darling children, and people still wanted to gossip about her figure, beauty, and clothes! Well, fuck 'em! She was having fun tonight, even if all the backsliding Baptists in her hometown were there!

Ned was taking the backroads, as she knew he would, to avoid cops. It wasn't illegal to have beer in the car, or have open beverages, or to not wear seatbelts in the mid-1970s, but it was illegal to drive drunk. He wasn't, after one beer, but the deep rumble of the engine and barely legal exhaust system did seem to attract their attention, and he didn't want to give one a reason to stop them.

Her admirers were unaware of the feelings of resentment flitting across her face, because they were too busy checking out the ta-tas she had so artfully displayed, and her bare legs. She had learned long ago that, even if the boys had seen just her in short shorts or a bikini, showing legs in a dress would draw their eyes. And Ned, who had seen her naked almost every day for the four years they had been married, and most of the year before, would get a hard cock over just a glimpse of her perky B-cup titties when she wore a low-cut blouse or dress.

She usually didn't think of herself as the kind of girl men would get stupid over, but they had proven again and again that she was, and she loved having that power!

Kathy kept the radio on an oldies station that played real rock and roll, not that disco crap, and she kept it cranked up. Singing along and dancing in her seat, she was the center of 'her boys' attention as they drove through the countryside, and she was loving the lumps in their pants!

Andy's left arm was on the seatback behind her, but his knees were turned toward her, so he had the best possible view of her performance, and he sang along with her on some of the songs. Ned knew all the words, and she knew all the dance moves for each song but not the words, so he would join in from time to time to help her get the lyrics right. But mostly he drove and had fun watching her having fun.

They came into town via a back route, made their way to the beer joint, parked in back, and walked to the front entrance. Kathy and Ned knew the owners and their kids, but they weren't expecting the celebrity greeting they got as soon as they walked into the neon-lit honkytonk.

Ben and Roz scurried around from behind the bar with huge smiles to greet them and give them tight embraces. Ned introduced Andy before Ben and Roz dragged them back to the bar, gave them beers, and told them to sit at the round table near the open double doors to the dance hall, which was in a large adjacent room that included two pool tables.

"We'll join you as soon as we get Don and Amy checked into the registers, and we'll bring another round when we do!" Ben assured them. "Kathy, the rock and roll songs are from A to J on the Jukebox. The rest is country, but it's dancing country. I know how you love to dance, and it's five songs for a quarter. Here's ten quarters; if you dance to more than 50 songs, your dates will have to pay!"

Ben said it in jest, but 'your dates' caused her to blush prettily, which Ben, Roz, and both bartenders caught and wondered about. Roz speculated about the second hunky man being her play toy, as in a threesome. Kathy certainly looked like she could manage two or more, and the possibility set Roz's mind afire because it might mean Ned would play with someone else... like her!

The blush made Ben look at Kathy in a new light. Maybe she was more than her 'pure as driven snow' hometown reputation? If so, he wanted a piece of that!

They moved to the table, and Roz and Ben were sipping beer with Andy and Ned when Kathy returned from selecting songs. In response to inquiries, Andy had begun sharing his basic information: yes, he had a wife, Lyn, but she was back home with her ill mother, and he would rather be the third wheel out drinking with friends than sitting alone at his house. He and Ned coached together, but they were off all weekend because next Friday was the open date for the varsity, and Kathy wanted to go dancing, so here they were.