The barn

Grant knocked the way a neighbor knocks when he has been invited. He is not a relative. He lives past the cattle gate. Will was already in the barn doorway with me, late light going orange. We had agreed on Sunday that Wednesday could be the day if the planting was done. The planting was done. I said the yes still held. Will said it held for him. Grant said he had come because he wanted me and because he wanted Will there. Neighbor, husband, me. That is the whole list.

I did not let them fuck me in the dirt. I like a clean blanket and clean hands, and I had put both in the tack room that morning. We left the muddy boots at the step. Inside, the pad was where I had left it. Grant washed his hands at the spigot first, then Will, then me. I watched their hands because that is where my want starts. Will's are nicked and narrow. Grant's are wide, a scar across one knuckle from a gate. He held them up and waited. I put them on my waist under the chore coat.

Will kissed me and told me I had worked hard and I could put the work down. Grant asked if he could open the coat. I said yes. Their hands on my breasts, then on my cunt, were warm and a little clumsy with care. I got both their cocks in my hands, one then the other, relearning Grant, remembering Will. I like being praised for the way I touch, the same way I like being praised for a straight row. Will said my grip was perfect. Grant said he had thought about my hands all week. I laughed and stroked his cock slower.

Will's fingers made me come first, two of them in my cunt, standing, my forehead on Grant's shoulder. Then I got on the pad and Will fucked my cunt while Grant kissed my mouth and let me pull at his cock. I tapped Will when I wanted him to fuck deeper. He listened. He asked before he came, and I said cum in my cunt, our standing yes with my husband. Grant came in my hand after I asked him to, cum on my fingers. Nobody was confused about who was married and who was the neighbor we had chosen. All three of us were in the choice.

Will brought a towel. Grant kissed my wrist. I felt my body hum in the palms, which is where I keep score.