Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I asked myself if I should share some of these thoughts with Linda. I realized that she was so mixed up right now that I may do more harm than good if I made her think too deeply about the situation. It might be better if I just hit the highlights with her and let her think everything is her idea.

The door opened behind me and Linda, ask if there was coffee left. I told her yes and she came to the table carrying a cup. I stood and kissed her then pulled her chair out for her. She was all bright and sparkly and smelled like flowers. She said, "Thank you, Sir," Then asked about the notebook. I poured coffee for her.
I told her I had been thinking about our session with Kay. She asked if her list was in the notebook, I told her yes and that I had gone over it again.
She waited a long time and we were both quiet. Then she asked, "Can we talk about the list?"
I said, "Sure if you want to."
She then asked, "What were you thinking about when you told me there were things on it that you could never agree to."
I looked at her while I gave myself a few seconds to form an answer. I said, "There is more than one but the one that stands out the most is the bang thing."
She said, "Every woman has that fantasy."
I said. "WHAT?"
She smiled then looked down and started to fidget with her coffee spoon. In a few seconds, she said. "Think about it. What woman wouldn't want to be taken by a strong powerful man? Someone who wants her, at that moment, more than what is reasonable. Someone that will not take no for an answer and is angry because she wouldn't readily give herself over to him. It's primordial, Luke. It's one of the ways, Mother Nature, ensures the propagation of the species. The woman is going to bear fruit, whether she likes it or not. It has been part of life since before people lived in caves. We have laws now, which prohibit bang, but they are artificial laws made by man, not nature. The thought of bang makes my pants wet. That is nature's way of making it easier for my assailant and protecting me from injury. When violence and injury become involved, that is a different story. Women seldom report bang, unless they are injured or someone finds out about it. She giggled, and then said, "You don't know much about women, do you, Luke?"
"Are you saying women like to be bangd?" I asked.
"Oh no," she replied. "Nature designed women to be discriminatory. We are always going to want a bigger, stronger, healthier, better-looking male to impregnate us so our children will have those traits. That's why alpha males never commit bang. You, people, get all the sex you want. I don't know of a woman who would say no to you, under the right circumstances."
"Okay," I said, "In your dreams, what do your rapist look like?"
"Do you really want to talk more about this?" She asked.
Hell yes, I answered, "I am learning things about you I had no idea were true. Answer me."
I don't always see their faces in my dreams but when I do, they are always big and ugly. What is more evident is they have really hard cocks." She giggled again and went on. "In one of my dreams, my attacker was a big, old, sweaty, black man. Women do not consider dreams like these nightmares, especially if they go to completion. "
I really jerked to attention on that one.
She held up her hand with the palm facing me. She said, "It was only a dream, Luke. We can't control our dreams. Besides, the interracial aspect shouldn't upset you. I would bet that most of the sex you had, while you were in the military was interracial."
"It upsets me because, damn it, you are not me," I said a little loudly. "You can damn well be sure that none of your bang fantasy is ever going to come true. If it does, little girl," I said, "You can be damn sure I will kill the bastard that bangs you."
She said in a low voice, "That is primordial too. It is a man's way to ensure that his woman only produces cubs with his genes." She held her hand up again. "It's a moot point anyway. I have already promised you that nothing on that list will happen that you don't agree to."
I said, "Yeah, and it's a moot point for another reason. You have already been bangd. I have bangd you several times."
She grinned and replied, "No what you did was force fuck me. There is a difference." She paused and went on, "I want you to get in my pants every day, every single day. Even when I am mad at you, I want your cock in me. Luke, you might be the only man in the world that could not possibly bang me. You can't bang the willing."
I chuckled. I knew she was trying to help me calm down by saying what she thought I wanted to hear. I asked, "Why did you say I MIGHT be the only man that couldn't bang you?"
She came back, "Well, I don't know all the men in the world." I laughed and threw the notebook at her.
I said, "Okay, let's talk about something else but I need a minute to settle down. I think I need a shot of whiskey in this coffee."
She took me literally. She went in and reappeared a minute later with a jug of Crown. She screwed the lid off and said, "Say when." As she poured.
I realized she was baiting me a little. She does that for fun sometimes. Damn it though, as much as I love her, sometimes she pisses me off.
She waited for a few minutes for me to simmer down. She pointed to the lake and asked, "Are those our ducks?"
I retrieved the field glasses that live on the patio rail and focused them on the pair of Mallards. I said, "I don't know."
She took the glasses and peered through them. She said, "They look like they still love each other. They are our ducks." We sat back down.
A few minutes later, she said my name to draw my attention and I acknowledged her. She asked, "You said there were things on my list you would never agree to. Does that mean you might agree to some of the other things?"
I said, "I'm thinking about it."
She said, "Kay said you should let me have my alone time with Barb."
"That is not what Kay said," I replied. She said, "If we decided to choose her remedy number three, your time with Barb would be the easiest thing on your list for me to agree to."
She asked, "Well, are you thinking about it?"
I said, "Yes I'm trying to decide."
She smiled and giggled a little. She said, "I've been thinking about it too. Would you like for me to make your decision easier?"
I asked, "How could you do that?"
She answered, "This is how I would like for it to happen. If you think it's a bad idea, tell me. You call Uncle Gus and set up a fishing trip. The two of you can go to Lake Texoma and hire that guide you like so well. You can get a motel room close to the lake and spend the night there Friday. You can tell Gus you want to do that so you won't have to drive far Saturday morning. The two of you can fish for strippers Saturday and then drive home. I will ask Barb to come up Friday night and spend the night with me. We will plan for her to stay until Sunday. When you get here Saturday afternoon, we will double-team your young ass. If you have anything left, you can take her to bed after dinner and fuck her until the sun comes up, if you want to.
I said, "I'll think about it. Fix us some ham and eggs. I need to shave and get dressed; I'm still naked under this robe." I was fucking with her mind a little now. Payback is a bitch.
I looked at her. Her bottom lip was stuck out and she had her, disappointed puppy dog, look on her face. I got up and started for the stair. When I got there, I looked back to see her reading my notes. She is a lot smarter than she tries to appear. She will know we are walking down the number three path.
I cleaned up and dressed. On the way back to the kitchen, I stopped into my office and called Mickey, our fishing guide. He was already booked for the Saturday in question, so I offered to double his fee if he could take us out. He laughed at me and told me that wouldn't be necessary. He said he would arrange for his son to handle the other charter and he would go out with us. He did mention that a larger tip than usual would be in order. I filled out a hall pass for Linda to see Barb. I put it in my pocket and proceeded to the patio. Breakfast was already on the table. As usual, everything was perfect. I do not know how Linda does that. I could not have been gone more than twenty minutes.
I sat and said, "Your idea won't work. Mickey already has a charter for that Saturday." She looked even more hangdog than before.
We ate and she babbled. She talked about another guide, everyone could take that Friday off and do it a day earlier, how disappointed Barb would be, all the sexy things the girls were going to do to me and several other ways to make it work. When I could not take any more, I pulled the pass out of my pocket and tossed it to her. I said, "I fixed it with Mickey, you can call the red head.
She literally came across the table to kiss me. She hugged me and said, "You better stop picking on me."
She was acting as if following plan three was the natural thing to do. I don't think she had any qualms about me being with Barb, at all. Maybe plan three is the way to go. I know we are both going to have fun, next weekend. I genuinely love stripper fishing.