Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I said, "Sure. Linda hunts with me sometimes but she likes to come here and just hang out too."

Caroline asked, "What do you hunt?"
I said, "Well, the main game is Whitetail deer and Rio Grande turkeys. They are both out of season now. We can hunt squirrels year round and Cottontail rabbits in the winter. We shoot Mourning doves in the fall and there are a few Bobwhite quail here but I don't keep dogs anymore." I laughed and said, "Sometimes I elephant hunt down by the river but I haven't got one yet." She laughed at me.
I got the impression that we were playing the game of, "Twenty Questions." She asked, "Have you and Linda had sex in the bed we just used?
I chuckled and said, "Caroline, you would be hard-pressed to find a place here where we haven't had sex. We've had access to this place for ten years.
She giggled, snuggled close and whispered, "I want to pretend to be Linda when we go to bed. I am so jealous of her for having you but I love her to death for sharing you with me."
She went on to her next question. She asked, "Is Linda bisexual?"
I said, "Damn, Caroline. You ask hard questions. What made you ask that?"
She replied, "I guess my curiosity got piqued. I know that you and Linda are good friends with Barbra Porter. Gossip at the club is that she is a true bi. I just wondered." She paused and said, "I told you I was bi, didn't I?"
I said, "You told me that you had sex with Athena in your seventeenth-century fantasy."
She giggled. She said, "Oh no, Luke. That was no fantasy. That was real. You forget I am a witch. I remember my past lives." She giggled again. Then she said, "In this life, I had a short affair with a bi girl who was a friend of mine in college. Then I became involved with an older woman who was a full-blown lesbian. She and I were roommates for a while. She became oppressively possessive of me. That relationship ended poorly. Of course, all that was before I met Larry. I haven't had a girlfriend since then."
I said, "Well, Barbra is a friend but I'm not at liberty to talk about her any farther than that. Linda and I don't talk about the other people in our lives unless everyone is in on the conversation. I won't talk about our relationship after we leave here with anyone except Linda."
A meteor flashed across the heavens. It was a good one. It was very bright in the dark sky and it lasted three or four seconds. Caroline gasped and asked, "Did you see that?" The owl hooted.
I said, "Oh Hell yes, Caroline. That was a good one."
She said, "It was beautiful. Will there be another one?"
I answered, "Meteors as good as that are rare. Chances are it will be a long time before we get to see another one like it. I'm glad we both saw it."
She hesitated for a second. She said, "I want you to take me to bed now. She kissed my cheek. She said, "If you will wrap me up in all your big muscles and hold me, I will let you sleep."
I chuckled and said, "That's a done deal, Girl. I'm ready for sleep."
We both said, "Good-night to the owl and went inside. We walked through the shower just to rinse the chlorine from the tub off us. I got out first and retrieved our warm towels from the main room. I wrapped one around Caroline when she stepped out. I dried her hair for her and sent her to bed. I dried my hair and took another minute to brush my teeth. I didn't shave, because Caroline had asked me not to. She told me that she wanted to take some whisker rash home with her. It would help extend her experience with me a bit longer.
I checked the clock. It was after three, way past my bedtime. I walked out on the porch one last time. I took a leak and checked the thermometer. It said twenty-nine degrees. I thought, "A very light freeze, snuggle weather." I looked for the owl. He was gone.
The temperature in our bedroom was probably in the low forties. It wouldn't get much colder than that but I wouldn't care if it did. I left the window closed and crawled in bed. Caroline had made me a warm spot. She was being so good to me. We both became warm and comfortable shortly. I whispered, "Goodnight Caroline."
She replied, "You need to call me Linda. My fantasy has begun."
I Said, "Goodnight Linda." I pulled her close and squeezed the titty that I was holding. She wiggled her butt and giggled once. We were both spent. We both fell asleep sometime in the next few minutes.
Morning came late for me. The room was full of sunshine when I awoke. It must have been close to ten. I was alone. The place where Caroline should have been seemed like a giant empty space. I listened and I did hear movement in the main room. She was cooking breakfast. I could smell bacon and coffee. I couldn't watch her from the bed. The smells were the same ones that had aroused me in the carriage house last month but I could see her from the bed when we were there.
I slipped into my robe and slippers and found my way into the main room. Caroline noticed me and smiled. She poured a cup of coffee for me. She sifted a teaspoon of sugar into it and set it on the table. I blew her a kiss and slipped into the hallway and to the bathroom. I took a bit of mouthwash and sloshed it around in my mouth while I took a leak.
I went back to Caroline. She had the sweetest good-morning kiss for me. I sat at the table and sipped the hot coffee while she finished preparing our breakfast.
I waited until she put our food on the table and sat down beside me. I asked, "What's with the camouflage jumpsuit and the boots?"
She grinned and said, "I found some of Linda's hunting gear." She paused and said, "The boots are a bit tight but I can get by. Do you like the look?"
I chuckled and said, "Yes, I do like the country girl look but the last time you fixed breakfast for me you were bare-assed naked. I liked that look too."
She giggled and got a pouty look on her face. She said, "I want you to take me hunting."
I replied, "Deer and turkey are both out of season. We can't hunt them."
She said, "You said that we could squirrel hunt anytime. I want to go squirrel hunting and if I could get a Cottontail or two that would be even better." I want to cook them for our dinner tonight. I've already checked. Everything I need is here."
I said, "You've done that sort of thing before, haven't you?" I thought, "I knew I liked this girl for more than superficial reasons."
She smiled and said, "I grew up in the hardwood bottom land of East Texas. My dad was a hunter. I went squirrel hunting with him from the time I was big enough to follow him. He gave me my first rifle when I was about ten. It was a J C Higgins .22. It was a short-barreled single-shot bolt action. I saved up my own money and bought myself a nice Marlin lever rifle when I was fourteen." She paused and said, "We always ate what we shot."
I laughed and said, "Okay, it sounds like a plan. Maybe we have found another way to have fun together."
She became giddy. I watched her begin to bubble. I thought, "Damn, she is nice to be with when she is happy."
She asked, "Can we go to the pecan trees near the river that you talked about. There should be squirrels there."
I replied, "Yes we can go there. It's a pretty place too." Then I said, "We should get ready and go right now. The weatherman said we are going to get some rain late this afternoon and tonight."
She giggled and said, "Really? No stars tonight?"
I nodded.
She said, "If it's about to rain, the squirrels will be active today. They will want full bellies when they den up before the storm."
I thought, "She is a hunter. Her father taught her well."
She said, "I've thought of something else that might be fun." She smiled and her little freckled country-girl nose wrinkled.
I chuckled at her enthusiasm and asked, "What?"
She took my hand and rubbed the back of it against her face. She asked, "Do you think we could bring a mattress off one of the beds in here? We could sleep in front of the fireplace like we did at the carriage house."
I remembered what she looked like in firelight. The monster moved. I replied, "Hell yes, Caroline. We can do that." She giggled sweetly.
We got our shit together for our impromptu hunting trip. I had my kit in the toolbox of my truck. I had a Remington model 552 there also. It was chambered for .22 long rifle ammo. It was a bolt action but it was a magazine-fed, five-shot repeater. It was my rifle and it fits me. It would be too long in pull for her but, as she said, "She could get by." The little.22 cartridges wouldn't produce any recoil so the ill fit wouldn't be dangerous for her. I wished that I had one of Linda's weapons with me. It would fit Caroline better.
I took my clothes into the house and got dressed. I wore a set of thermal underwear and an old set of camo fatigues. I had a field jacket too and I knew that Linda's parka was in the house. Caroline could wear that over the jumpsuit. The temperature was already in the low forties and climbing. We wouldn't be cold.
By the time I was dressed, Caroline had cleaned the kitchen. I took her outside and familiarized her with my rifle. It didn't take much. I showed her how to load and insert the detachable magazine. Then I showed her where the safety was and how it worked.
I let her shoot two magazines. She took the rifle and walked up to a post. She laid her hand on the wood with her thumb stuck out. She rested the rifle there and took a stance with her feet spread apart. She took a deep breath, let about half of it out, knocked the safety off and squeezed the trigger. She hit what she aimed at. I was suitably impressed. She fired the rest of her ammo just as competently from several different positions. She chose targets at different ranges and only missed once when she tried to shoot beyond fifty yards. I was satisfied that the rifle was zeroed and Caroline could shoot. I took her hunting.
We put together a daypack and drove the pick-up about two miles downriver. We stayed on high ground until we were opposite the pecan grove that I intended to hunt. I dropped over the bluff into the hardwood bottom below and I parked just as we entered the trees. I loaded two magazines for the rifle and put the rest of the box of ammo in the daypack.
I gave the two mags to Caroline and took the rifle out of its case. I gave it to Caroline too. I watched her. She opened the bolt and made sure there was no cartridge in the chamber. She closed the bolt on the empty chamber, put the safety lever on safe and inserted one of the mags. She had done everything correctly. The weapon was safe to carry. To shoot, all she had to do is operate the bolt and knock the safety off.
I put the pack on my back and I tucked a pair of compact 7X30 binoculars in a jacket cargo pocket. We walked the last hundred yards to the pecan grove. I was confident that we would find squirrels here. The trees had produced a good crop of the small native pecans the year before. The squirrels had spent the fall feeding in this grove and hiding pecans. They would visit all winter long feeding on their stash of hidden food.
We walked into the edge of the grove and found a place where we could sit comfortably together. It was the middle of the day and the sun was bright. Rain and cloud cover was on the way according to the forecast but for now, the sky was clear and blue. There were no leaves on the trees. Old pecan trees are some of the last in the forest to put out leaves in the spring.
I was sure that Caroline was correct when she said the squirrels would be active this afternoon. They are naturally diurnal. They are active in daylight and sleep at night. They will know that the weather is about to change. They will use this afternoon to prepare for it just as Caroline had said.
There was plenty of sound in the forest but we had not seen or heard a squirrel. You can't sneak up on them. They have very good senses. I knew there were several of them around and near us. These are big fox squirrels but they are not city dwellers that have become used to humans. These live in the real world where they are preyed upon. They recognize humans as predators like the coyotes, foxes, hawks, bobcats and everything else they have to deal with. They were hiding and watching us.
Caroline laid my pack on the ground and laid the rifle on top of it. I could see that she intended to use the pack as a shooting rest. I thought, "Smart girl. She has done this before."
She asked me for the field glasses and started looking for a target. I just sat and watched her. I knew that in fifteen minutes, or so, a big male that is a little braver than the rest will expose his self to us and raise a little hell. He will be asking us to get the hell out of his woods and at the same time warning every varmint within hearing that we are here. He will have decided that we are not climbers and he is safe high in the tree. That was a serious mistake but nothing in his evolution prepared him for a human with a rifle.
Caroline whispered, "I found one. He is peeking at us over a limb. I could shoot him but I'm going to wait for a better shot."
I nodded my agreement.
A few minutes later, I heard a chuckle. Caroline had heard it too. She swung her glasses in that direction and whispered, "I see him." I saw him too he was about thirty yards out. He was standing on a horizontal limb and flicking his thick bushy tail. He became louder and began to bark like a small dog. He was very excited and his attention was directly on us.
Caroline said, "I don't want that one. He is an old male. He would be too tough to eat."
I thought, "Damn. This girl is, in fact, a squirrel hunter."
A minute later, another one appeared just a few yards farther out. Caroline didn't say anything. She lay down behind the rifle. She smoothly and quietly worked the bolt and took the rifle off safe. She snuggled in close and peered through the scope. I watched her stop breathing. Her finger went inside the trigger guard and the rifle went off three seconds later. I shifted my gaze and watched the dead squirrel fall from the tree. I kept my eye on the place where it fell.
I heard Caroline eject the empty cartridge case and close the bolt on a new round. Five seconds later, I heard a second report from the rifle.
Caroline said, "I got that one too. Did you see where the first one fell?"
I replied, "Yes I have him pegged."
She said, "You get that one. I'm looking at the second one."
She picked the rifle up and I saw her click the safety on. She left the bolt closed on the spent case. I thought, "She knows her way around guns."
I found her first one. It was a young female. She was shot cleanly through the head. Caroline had missed her eye by a quarter of an inch. When I looked back at Caroline, she was holding and inspecting her second kill. We both went back to where we had left the pack. I counted thirty-seven paces.
She showed me her squirrel. It too was head shot. She said, "This is the one that was peeking over the limb. She was excited. She jumped in my arms and kissed me. The monster moved.
I wanted to fuck her right then and right there. If it had been ten degrees warmer, I would have.
She whispered in my ear, "That's all the squirrels we need. Take me back to the cabin." She giggled. Her sexual arousal was obvious to me. She was very turned on. The monster moved again.
We walked back to the truck. I cranked it up and got the heater going. I had intended for Caroline to sit inside and wait for the few minutes it would take me to skin and clean her squirrels. She insisted on sitting on the tailgate and watching me. When I was finished, she held the canteen and dribbled water so I could rinse them off.
We drove back to the cabin. Caroline took the squirrels inside and washed them thoroughly in the cold water at the kitchen sink. She found a mixing bowl large enough to hold them and covered them with cold salt water before putting them in the refrigerator.
I rubbed some oil on the outside of my rifle and made sure it was unloaded before I slid it back in its case. I returned it to its place in the truck's toolbox.
I walked into the bedroom and found the jumpsuit that Caroline had been wearing. It was dbangd over a cedar chest at the end of the bed. Linda's boots were there too. I took my clothes off and went to the bathroom. I could hear water running there. Caroline was drying her face and hands. I took her by the wrist and said, "Come with me, Girl." She giggled and followed me willingly.
I threw her down on the bed and crawled in beside her. I pulled the covers over us and we snuggled. She initiated one of her sweet kisses. I said, "I need a few minutes with the sexiest bitch on the planet."
She whispered, "I wanted you to fuck me while we were in the woods. I need it now, right now." She crawled up to be on top of me and sucked a nipple into her mouth. She was already holding my hard cock in her hand. Her words induced an adrenalin rush in me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
I touched her engorged clit and slipped a finger inside her. She was wet to the point of being sloppy. I rolled us over and took charge. I stuffed her full of cock in two strokes. I paused deep inside her and we kissed. I let all of my weight rest on her. Most of it was at our point of union. Her body was forced deep into the soft mattress and I squeezed the air out of her. She sighed deeply and I felt her open herself to me. She flexed her Kegel muscles and her pussy held me in place for the next few seconds.
I took most of my weight off her but then pounded her with long powerful thrusts. She seemed to naturally fall into my rhythm. She met my thrust with her own power and strength. We fucked each other hard for several minutes.
She whispered, "Hurt me, Luke." I found the energy to fuck her harder.
I moved closer to the edge and then even closer. I wanted to hang on and wait for her but I was damn close to losing it.
She whispered, "Now, Luke. I'm cumming. Fuck me harder." She was screaming after that, "OH GOD, YES. HERE IT IS. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FU-U-UCK ME-E-E-E...M-A-K-E I-T HUR-R-R-T ME-E-E-E." She wrapped me in her legs and pulled me even deeper inside her.
I tried hard to hold myself in check. I wanted to help her have another one. It didn't happen. I lost it. I lost all control. My orgasm overcame my ability to reason. Shamefully, I lost all regard for Caroline and just used her soft little body to satisfy my own lustful needs. I held her in place and pounded her unmercifully. I filled her with cum with one vigorous spasm after another. Her sweet love sounds boiled out of her.
I came back to my senses. Caroline was moaning and struggling to breathe. All of my weight was on her again. I had collapsed on top of her. I felt as if I had just run a four-minute mile. I had muscle burn in the small of my back and I was tired all over.
I moved off Caroline and lay on my back beside her. She didn't move but she did begin to breathe easily. I pushed the blankets off us. The cool air in the room felt good.
Several minutes went by. Caroline rolled to face me and snuggled close. She giggled.
I helped her get comfortable and pulled the sheet and one blanket over us. She kissed my cheek and giggled again.
I asked, "Did I do something funny?"
She answered, "No. I was just thinking about Linda. She always brags about how good the quickies are that she has with you. I understand now but I don't think I will mention it to her.
I laughed and said, "Well, I won't either." We snuggled close and basked in the delicious afterglow we had created in each other. We spent half an hour in this blissful state. I spent the time awake and in reflection of how much I had enjoyed my time with this powerful woman.
Finally, I asked, "Are you awake?"
She wiggled her butt against me.