Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Wife Wants a Hall Pass

Written by LewdLuke

Note :- " this is one big story i read from other site all credit goes  to original author Lewdluke "

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Author Note:-



Hello everyone,

Credit, kudos and thanks to HMauthor. The kind offer to act as an editor, is greatly appreciated. I am sure your help in cleaning up the mess I posted as a first effort will also be appreciated by the readers.
I have broken the original story into four parts. I hope this makes for an easier read.
The following is an account of the first time my wife and I stepped off, hand in hand, to swagger down the path of "Middle Age Crazy." Most couples don't do this together. I think it would be much better if they did. My advice is either go down this road together or don't go at all. In retrospect, I know it was the right way for us.
I hope you enjoy my offering.
Thank You.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

This all started for me late one Saturday afternoon. It had to be five o'clock somewhere, because I had a drink in my hand; three fingers of Crown Royal from the purple sack and just a tad of spring water. I don't use ice all of the time.

I was kicked back in my recliner watching Texas A&M beat hell out of some lesser team from out of state. I wasn't really interested. I was just waiting for Linda to get home. She works part time as a real-estate agent and was unexpectedly called in that afternoon. I hate it when she works Saturdays, but it's not my call.
Like magic, the front gate chime went off. Looking at the camera monitor I watched her drive the quarter mile from the gate to the house. She parked her car in the garage, and I heard her enter through the kitchen door a minute later. She shouted, "Where are you, Honey?"
"In the den," I answered, "bring me a hug."
Linda walked into the den wearing a small sun-dress made of a light-weight cotton print. It was white with a green and mostly yellow floral pattern. The colors complimented her golden tanned skin and wheat colored hair. It really fit her well and showed off her figure nicely. This could be the most beautiful woman on Earth. She looked the slightest bit disheveled. She might have driven home with the car windows down.
She kicked off her sandals and flopped into the chair with me. With no hesitation, and without preamble, she kissed me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth to dance with mine.
My response was to hold her close and let my hands roam over her sweet body. I couldn't get to her breasts. They were encased in a bra under her dress. I did lift the tail of her dress, so I could caress her cute little bottom. There were no panties! My hand slid around to touch her clit. She was as wet as Cedar Creek. No panties and wet? I broke the kiss saying, "Hey Babe, you've got some explaining to do."
She giggled in my ear and said in a low whisper, "You are married to one real bitch and she is absolutely in heat. I'm going to tell you about it. I want to tell you. Hell, I have to tell you, but not until you make me cum three times. Be naked by the time you get to the top of the stairs."
Jumping up she ran for the stairs stripping as she went. She wasn't wearing much, the dress and a bra. She was naked before she got to the foot of the stairs.
With the dbangs drawn our bedroom was dark like a cave. I arrived naked as instructed. I paused at the door allowing my eyes a moment to adjust. I saw her slight body across the room silhouetted by the light of the scented candle she was lighting. The candle gave a flickering glow to the room. The light danced on her body and made her seem to sparkle. I didn't recognize the scent, flowery, maybe lavender. She laid the lighter next to the candle and rolled to her back on the king size bed. Her legs spread a bit. One hand went to her clitoris, and she crooked the index finger of the other to beckon me.
I lay down beside her, gathered her into my arms and kissed her. I felt her small hand encircle my hard cock. She said, "This is what I need." She gave me one of her happy little giggles. "I'm very wet. We can skip the foreplay if you like." I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, squeezed her right breast and tweaked the nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Her body shuddered.
"Foreplay is one of my favorite things." I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.
She responded with a moan and arched her back. Her hand came up to the back of my neck, and she pulled me tighter to her breast.
I let my hand drift away from her boob and down her belly. My nails brushed her ever so lightly. I felt her shiver.
As my fingers encountered her well-trimmed pubic patch, I let my full palm rest on her mound a few seconds. Slowly my hand slid further down, my middle finger separating her lips as my hand caressed her engorged love button. I felt her jerk as she caught her breath.
I moved my finger inside, searching for the small rough place just inside the top of her cavity, marking her G-spot. I let my thumb massage her clit very gently. She was very wet. I found the rough place, and she exploded. "Damn," I thought, "She is really turned on. She has some explaining to do."
Her vocalization was very loud. It was a stuttering whine punctuated by words from a language I did not know but fully understood. Her hand came down from my neck to cover my hand at her crotch. She held it tight to her pussy and her pelvis bucked wildly.
Her orgasm lasted a long time, perhaps twenty seconds. When she started to come down, the violent gyrations of her pelvis morphed to a gentler rotation against my hand. She was still holding strong pressure there. Her voice settled to a soft u-u-m-m-m-m sound that had a tremor in it. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. "That was way too easy," I thought. "She definitely has some explaining to do."
I let that go on until I felt her relax and slump back on the bed. Her heart raced and her breathing was heavy. I noticed a small droplet of sweat above her lip. I licked it off, brushed her lips with mine and let her have a couple minutes to enjoy the afterglow.
When her breathing had returned almost too normal, I whispered in her ear, "That's one."
A few seconds later she responded, "No Luke that one doesn't count."
"Why the hell not?"
She laughed a little and said, "You don't get credit for the easy one."
"Hell, they're all easy. If it took a week to get you there it would still be easy. I like the work."
She laughed again. "Enough foreplay," she said as she took hold of my cock again. "Would you please stuff this thing in me like I asked before?"
I chuckled and told her, "Not yet Sweetheart, I'm saving that for later." I don't always do as she instructs.
I slid down in the bed until my face was even with her pleasure center. I licked right up her slit. When I got to her clit, I sucked it into my mouth and rolled it with my teeth and tongue. I then held it between my teeth with just enough pressure to make her afraid to move. I held her that way for a few seconds then started flicking it with my tongue. A quiver ran through her body and she started making mewing sounds. I knew she couldn't take much of this. Slipping two fingers into her wet tunnel I started a gentle sawing motion. My fingers stayed low in the channel avoiding her G-spot. I wanted her closer to the edge, before I played that card.
Shortly, she was getting into the action. Her hands came to the back of my head, applying light pressure. I released her button and alternately licked and sucked it. She started humping my face, trying to make my fingers find that little rough place. Little Linda knew what she wanted. She started making more urgent noises.
I felt her start to tremble. She was having what she calls baby orgasms back to back. These are really nice but they wouldn't count against the three big ones I still owe her. Her breath was ragged, she was gasping for air. I let this continue for a full minute, then I pushed her over the edge.
I reached up to her breast and found a nipple. I pulled and twisted it with authority. My fingers in her sweet pussy moved faster and engaged her G-spot. My face was bathed in fresh juices, and she screamed.
This one really lasted a long time. Her hands pulled my face into her snatch, her thighs squeezing my head and her pubic bone banging me right in the nose. I knew she was making a lot of noise, but I couldn't hear with her thighs covering my ears. It felt like my head was in a vice.
I'd been there before. I knew if I just hung on and held my breath long enough, I would survive. Someone once said, "I love it when a plan comes together."
I dearly love to eat this girl's pussy. One night after one of these sessions I dreamed that I had died and gone to heaven. St. Peter met me at the gate and told me I didn't have enough points to get in. He said I had to live another life on Earth and try to improve my soul. He then asked me what I would like to be in my next life. I didn't have to be human. I could be anything I wanted. I told him I wanted to be an orca. An orca has a tongue three feet long and can breathe through a hole in the top of his head.
St. Peter looked in his book and chuckled, when he saw I was a pussy eater. He looked at me and grinned as he waved his hand. There was a flash of light and, presto, I was swimming in the warm waters of the Caribbean. I was in the center of a pod of about fifteen of the most beautiful female killer whales you could imagine. Most of my dreams are happy ones.
When it was over, she just lay there holding me with her legs for a while. She finally released me from her grip, and I heard her say, "That's one."
I sucked my lungs full of wonderfully lavender scented air and chuckled at her comment. Someone told me once that you can only go so long without air, then you die.
She reached under her pillow and pulled out a small towel that she used to wipe the pussy juice from my face. Then she kissed me and said, "Luke, please don't make me wait any longer. Please fuck me with that monster cock. I need it right now."
Now the truth is, I don't have one of those monster cocks like you read about. My cock is an honest seven inches. On a really good day it might be just a tad more. It is definitely not one of those ten or twelve inchers that all the black boys seem to have in the stories. Still, as I understand it seven inches is a little above average in the real world. I'm happy with it. Linda is a small woman and this is the only cock she has ever had. If she wants to think it's a monster, who am I to break her bubble.
Not speaking, I moved over and flipped her onto her stomach. I raised her hips until she was on her knees with chest and shoulders still flat on the bed. She knew what I had in mind, her knees just naturally spread. She loves it doggy style and normally cums easily that way. If I outlasted her through orgasm number two, I'd still have something left to help her with number three.
I found myself on my knees behind her. I held her in place with the palm of my left hand in the small of her back. My right hand had a grip on the monster. I rubbed his head in her slit to pick up some of her juices. There were plenty. When he was wet enough I used him to make little circles on her button.
She reached up between her legs, moved my dick to her entrance and said, "Push."
I pushed and she pushed back. The monster slid in to the hilt. I pumped him one time. Out until only the head was still inside, then all the way in. He was seated properly now, against her cervix. I held him there allowing her to adjust to the welcomed invasion of her body. She mewed like a kitten. Her fingers were clutching the sheets.
She growled and whispered, "Oh, God. Yes Luke. YES-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S, I feel so full. Hold him there. YES-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S. O God. Luke, yES-S-S-S."
I followed her instructions this time. If I listened she would tell me how to make it good for her. I held her hips in both hands now, pulling her back against me. I was bottomed out in her. I loved the feeling. It was like my dick was encased in a hot, tight, pulsing, wet sleeve of flesh.
I relaxed as best I could, taking advantage of the lull in physical exertion. I needed to save as much energy as possible. I had to outlast her. I tried to take my mind to another place. I needed to dampen my excitement if I could; anything to hold on. Looking up at the flickering candlelight on the wall in front of me, I thought of Peter Pan, a movie I saw as a kid. Tinker Bell flitted through the candlelight leaving a golden trail of pixie dust. I'd like to fuck Tinker Bell. I saw that movie, when I was about eight years old and wanted to fuck her then. I guess some things just never change.
Some things do. I felt my partner stir. The muscles in her vagina started a rhythmic flexing, and she began moving her ass in a tight orbital motion. It felt like she was sucking my cock with her pussy. Damn, I'm lucky to have this woman.
Her voice changed to that little girl imitation that she does. She said, "Fuck me, Luke." I obeyed. I started a slow, long stroke; almost all the way out, all the way in. It was like a very slow piston. One complete cycle, every three or four seconds. That's the way I always start in this position. I keep this up until I get further instruction. She tells me what she needs and I give it to her. This was her favorite position, but I do enjoy it.
Her pussy stopped sucking and the circular motion ceased. She relaxed and enjoyed the motion of my cock inside her. Her little girl voice said, "I love you Luke, don't stop."
I can do that forever. I know she is not going to cum, so my level of excitement doesn't rise, but it is the most intimate communication of love between us. The acceptance of a very hard cock by a hot wet pussy over, and over, and over. She goes somewhere else in her mind when we do this. I think maybe she drifts into that place between wakefulness and sleep and dreams. If I speak to her she doesn't hear me. She is not really here. She really likes this, so we do it as long as she wants. Her enjoyment at that moment is more important than mine by far. Besides, there is an ulterior motive. If I keep her happy she will fuck me again in the future. We continued for ten or twelve minutes before things changed.
This time the little girl voice said, "Faster Luke, fuck me faster."
I quickened the pace. Now a cycle was completed about every second and a half. It's harder for me to maintain control at this level. I can't afford to even start to lose it. If I do the only way to regain control is to pull out. If I do that it interrupts Linda's rhythm, and sometimes she can't reach a climax.
I have to separate myself mentally from what's going on. I can think about something at work or the ugliest woman I ever met; anything to keep from filling this woman full of cum before I am ready. The good part; she was on the way up the hill. I'd be able to help her over the top sometime in the next few minutes.
"Oh, Luke it's starting. I can feel it coming. Y-E-E-S-S-S-S-S-S. Help me Luke. Bang it into me harder. HARD-E-E-E-R-R-R-R-R-R-R. FUCK ME,FUCK M-E-E-E."
I held her hips in my hands. I jerk her to me and thrust into her powerfully at the same time. Each stroke bordered on violence. She loved it. Her orgasm was imminent. I thought I could hold off.
The little girl voice was gone. Her voice was higher, louder and more forceful. "HARDER LUKE, it's starting. YES-S-S-S. Cum with me Luke. Fuck me faster, harder. Fuck me like you want me pregnant." She was screaming now, "FUCK ME LUKE. EMPTY YOUR BALLS INTO MY CUNT. FILL ME UP, FUCK ME-E-E-E-E. I'm cuming, Luke. Give me your whole load Luke, RIGHT N-O-O-W-W-W-W.
I felt her start to convulse. Her pussy started its sucking and milking action on my cock again. "Think of that ugly woman," I said to myself. "Maintain control."
That did not happen.
Linda was cuming hard now. She was still vocal, but I couldn't understand anything she was saying.
I felt the monster twitch. He swelled to his maximum girth and length. He was over seven inches.
Linda was screaming.
My nuts contracted like they were trying to crawl up into my abdomen. I thrust into her as deeply as I could and my first spasm occurred. It felt like it was both high pressure and a great volume. I know some of it splashed into her cervix. I pulled my dick almost all the way out and forcefully thrust again. I bottomed out and held it there. My second rope of cum splashed into her belly.
Linda's voice was low, gravelly and very clear. "Yes Luke, I can feel you cuming. I want it all. Give it to me, all of it. Fuck me Luke. Fuck me like you love me."
That is what I did. My body jerked as I pumped and held for each spasm. Six or eight more times. The last two dry. She had it all. After a while, I came down and began to regain awareness of the world around me. "Well, I lost it," I thought.
Linda's orgasm was over. She was flat on her belly breathing hard, and I was on top of her. The monster was still inside of her, but I could feel him starting to deflate. I just lay there, unsure I could move. The flickering candle still lit the room, but the lavender scent was gone, overpowered by the odor of sex. I wondered how that happened. Tinker Bell was nowhere to be seen.
After a minute or two Linda's eyes fluttered open. "That's two." She squeezed the monster with her vaginal muscles, and the little girl voice came back saying, "That was fun, can we do it again?" That's an inside joke between us that dates from an earlier time.
"No, you killed the monster, and he went to heaven." I slid off and gathered her into our spoon position.
She took hold of my cock and the little girl voice said, "He's only a little limp, I bet I can revive him." I laughed. We lay there quietly cuddling for a while. I might have fallen asleep.
I felt her stir. She was getting out of bed. "Where are you going?"
"I need a shower. Give me five minutes then come wash my back."
What she meant was, "I need five minutes to douche, and you need a shower too."
Five minutes later I stepped into the shower with her. She was lathered from the crown of her head to the souls of her feet with shampoo and body wash. I took a washcloth from the rack and wet it. I started by gently scrubbing her face until it was free of lather. Then I kissed her. There was no force or passion. No urgency like there had been earlier. It was just a soft sweet merging that expressed the tenderness I felt for her.
"I love you so much Luke," She whispered. "I am so lucky to have you."
I responded, "I love you more Little One." I moved her under the stream of water and helped rinse her hair. I moved the rag over her skin as the water washed the lather from her body. There she stood gleaming like a new car. I dropped to my knees and flicked her clit with my tongue.
She inhaled sharply, giggled and said, "No, not now."
I got a hand full of her sweet ass and pulled her to my face. I licked the full length of her slit then sucked her clit into my mouth.
She flinched away from me and smacked me on the top of my head. "Stop it Luke, stand up so I can wash you," she demanded. I did and she did. She worked shampoo into my hair and lathered my whole body. That was interesting to say the least. "I swear," she said. "Washing you is like trying to bathe an unruly puppy.
I moved under the shower-head to rinse.
She reached out and held my balls in her hands. I guess she thought it was her turn to be playful. She bent at the waist and popped the head of my soft member into her mouth. My breath caught, but I didn't flinch away or tell her no. She sucked again, and I felt life begin to return to the monster. She felt it too and spit him out. She looked up at me, and the little girl voice said, "Yeah, I can fix that." She was out of the shower and drying herself before I came back to my senses.
I stayed in the shower and enjoyed the warm water for another minute then got out to dry off.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She was standing there in her white terrycloth robe with a big towel wrapped around her hair. She handed me a big fluffy towel and said, "Order us a pizza and pour me a glass of white wine. I'll dry my hair and be down in a few minutes." She stepped up and stood on her tip-toes to give me a peck on my chin. She also reached down and gave my cock a gentle squeeze. The monster was not hard, but he was hanging a little heavy now. I began to have hope.

I dried myself and rubbed the towel through my hair. I hit it with a blower and a brush for a few seconds. It would be dry on its own in ten minutes. I put my robe on, before I stepped out into our bedroom.
Linda was stripping the sheets off our bed. She did her little girl giggle, and said in her little girl voice, "These sheets are wet. We'll have to sleep in a guest room tonight."
I smiled at her and said, "As long as I get to sleep with the prettiest girl in the world, I don't give a damn which room we're in." Her smile lit up the whole room. I slipped my feet into my house shoes, went down and ordered the pizza.
I looked at the clock in the kitchen, a little after eight, it seemed earlier than that to me. We must have slept longer than I thought.
I opened her wine and set it aside to breathe, while I fixed myself a drink. I sat down to wait for her. Finally, I had time to think. "No panties. Pussy juice running down her legs. She's got some explaining to do.
She has done this to me before. Whenever, she has something to tell me that she doesn't want to talk about, she finds ways to put it off as long as she can.
"Maybe she and some of the girls went to a male strip club today. No, not enough time. Her appointment was at four, and she was home a little after five. She didn't leave here until after three. Hell, that's not enough time for her to get into any other kind of trouble." I told myself, "There's nothing to this. You're just letting your imagination run away with you. Oh well, she will tell me when she gets around to it."
I heard her start down the stairs, so I poured her wine. I handed it to her when she walked into the room. She took a sip, said, "Thanks," and set the glass on the island top. She was carrying the sheets under her arm and walked on through to the utility room to dump them off. When she got back she picked up her drink and took my arm. I was led out to the patio. We sat at the round table. The last glow of the sunset could still be seen on the western horizon. It was nice just to sit there and hold her hand.
The gate chime went off. I got up and went in to open it for the pizza guy. I got thirty dollars from the kitchen stash, retrieved two dinner plates from the cabinet, filled a couple glasses with water and took them to the patio.
The pizza guy drove up to the gate in the back fence. He had been here before. If we hadn't been on the patio he would have come to the kitchen door. I handed him the full thirty dollars and he said, "Thank you, Sir." Its ten miles from his shop; a twenty-dollar tip was not excessive.
I took the pizza and said, "Thank you, have a safe trip back." He turned and left.
I put the pizza on the table, opened the box, put a slice on each plate and handed one to Linda. The toppings were Canadian bacon and pineapple. It was still hot.
Linda said, "I'm famished, thank you it really looks good."
We ate as much as we wanted. I kicked back from the table and asked Linda if she wanted another glass of wine. She nodded, so I went in, poured her glass full and made myself another drink.
We sat and drank in silence for a while. The sun was gone now and the sky became dark. "The stars at night are big and bright, boom, boom, boom, boom, deep in the heart of Texas," blew through my mind.
I broke the silence. "Linda," I said, "Did you wear panties to work earlier today?"
She giggled, as she does, and said, "Of course, I always were panties to work. What would make you ask such a question?"
"Well, my young and vibrant wife," I said, "When you arrived home, less than two hours later, you weren't wearing them. Can you please explain that to your overly curious husband?"
Her laugh is music to my ears, and she knows it. She laughed. "Oh, you noticed?" Well, my curious darling, the explanation is really quite simple. They got so wet they were uncomfortable to wear, so I took them off, put them in a baggie and they are in my purse."
"OK, that explains that. Now, please explain why they got so wet. I also noticed that."
"That is really what I want to talk to you about," She said. She sat there silently looking at me for a long moment. The giggles, laughs and mocking endearments were all gone. A solidly serious look fell over her face.
I said, "OK, Little One." I picked up her hand and held it between both of mine. "Spit it out, and we can get this over with."
She paused for some time without saying anything. Her beautiful green eyes welled up, and I noticed a slight quiver in her lower lip. Linda is a very emotional woman. Although she has tried, she has never learned to hide it very well. This reaction scared the hell out of me.
Finally she said, "No." She hesitated, and then went on. "I'm not ready yet. I want to just sit here with you for now. I want you to hold my hand and be quiet, so I can think. When it is time I want you to take me to bed and spoon with me. I always feel so safe when you hold me. We'll see what happens late in the night or early tomorrow morning." She smiled half-heartedly and said, "You know, you still owe me one more big bang,"
I nodded and replied, "OK Baby, we will do it your way, but you know you are scaring me to death."
"Don't be scared, Luke. Nothing bad has happened and nothing bad is going to happen. I just have a problem I can't handle by myself. You always make the hard decisions, so I'm going to dump it in your lap. That's why I keep you around." She tried to smile, but couldn't make it happen.
I moved my chair closer to hers. I took her hand and held it in my lap with one of mine. We sat there together. I was glad for the quiet. I was thankful for the starry night. The cool evening breeze was too nice. I sipped my whiskey. I had some thinking of my own to do. Her last statement made me feel a little better. Still, I'd never seen her this disturbed before.
Once she bought a new car and paid for it with a company check, without my knowledge. It was a little red two-seater. A Fiat Spider, if memory serves. One of her girlfriends had one. When Linda saw it she wanted one too, so the friend drove her to the dealership. Linda was introduced to the salesman that had sold the friend's car. The owner of the dealership was a buddy of mine, it's a small town. He was informed that Linda was in his store. Naturally he decided to serve her personally. Not because he is my friend, but because she is so damn pretty.
Every salesman in the building was probably in orbit around her by this time. Any one of them would have given her a car if she had batted her eyelashes and asked for it.
The owner hugged her and asked what color she wanted. She said red on the outside and tan on the inside. He had one on the lot. She looked at it and told him to write it up. He told the salesman to send the car to make ready and start the paper work. The salesman asked about financing. Linda told him she would write a check if that were ok. The owner told him to write it up that way.
He then took Linda and her girlfriend to his office and gave them both a glass of wine. The deal was ready for signatures and check writing in forty-five minutes. When they checked her account, they found she was a little short. She was embarrassed, after everyone had been so nice. The owner told her to take the car and she could pay for it the next time she was close by. Linda wouldn't do that. She whipped out the company check she carries for emergencies and paid for the car. She worried and put off talking to me about it for two weeks. I found out about it three days after it happened, but I just let her stew. I don't know why she thought it was such a big deal. Hell, she owns half the company. Texas is a community property state."
Ah hour and a half passed. My mind wandered, and I thought about a thousand things. I was no better off mentally than I was when I started. What could make her that wet?
Linda squeezed my hand and said, "Take me to bed, Luke."
I thought, "It's OK, Luke. Take her to bed, fuck her brains out and make her cum all over herself. She will have to talk then. She promised. I hope the monster is up to it." I kissed her on the cheek and took her to the guest room in the pool house. It has a king bed and a huge skylight that would let the nighttime sky in.
She kicked off her slippers and shed the robe. She walked naked before me in the semi darkness. For an instant her beautiful body was silhouetted by the light from the small nightlight in the hallway that led to the bath. The monster stirred.
I got naked and crawled in bed with her. She lay on her left side and drew her knees up. I slipped in behind her using my right arm to draw her near me. Just like magic we were stacked like two spoons in a drawer.
My cock started to swell. I was losing my performance anxiety. The monster was recovering nicely from our earlier tryst. I found her left breast in my right hand, and wondered, "How did that happen?" I tweaked the nipple.
"Not now, Luke," She whispered. Please, just hold me." Her hand came up to hold my hand lightly on her breast.
"I guess, holding her tit is OK," I thought. In the world we share, no means no. I hear it so rarely that when I do hear it, I honor it.
It could have been five years since I heard it last. We were in a hammock next to a mountain lake in Colorado. It was broad daylight. There was a group of Boy Scouts camped on the other side, about two hundred yards away. We had caught them watching us through a telescope. I thought it would enhance their education if we put on a show for them. Linda didn't see it that way. The little voyeur bastards interfered with my love life that afternoon.
I decided it was going to be a long night. I ran the problem through my mind. "What could make her that wet? I didn't see how I could possibly sleep. I couldn't see how Linda could sleep either. Whatever was bothering her had her mind in great turmoil. I could see and feel it. If she wants me to, I'll lie here and hold her until the sun comes up one day next week. I really love this woman, and she is in trouble. If she is in trouble, we are in trouble. Whatever it is, I'll handle it. That's all she is asking. Yeah, I'm going to handle it. Really, it's as simple as that."
When I realized that, I relaxed and fell asleep.
Sometime later, it could have been late night or early morning, I had no way to tell. I was lying flat on my back. I could see the Pleiades Star Cluster, through the skylight in the ceiling. What were the directions to Never Land? Second star on the right and straight on till morning. I looked at the star and I could see my favorite pixie leaving a golden trail as she headed this way. She magically came through the Plexiglas lens of the skylight and came to a hover next to my ear. She said, "I came to play with the monster."
"Great, Tinker Bell, I'm glad to see you, and the monster will be happy too. Just have your way with him." I could feel her wings flutter against the monster's head. The air from her wing beats seemed to fan and cool him. Next I felt her wrap her arms and legs around his shaft just below the head. It was wonderful. She let herself slide down the entire length, right to my pubic bone. She left a trail of moisture the whole way. She was wet just like Linda. She took to the air again and flew to the top. The cool blast from her wings made goose bumps on the monster, now that he was wet. She kissed his one eye and made him shiver as she left. She was hovering in front of my face now. She was naked.
"Damn, that's one beautiful pixie," I thought.
"Luke," she said, "Are you awake?"
I chuckled and answered, "I don't think so."
She said, "I came to make love to you. I thought I could handle the monster, but he is too big."
Tinker Bell is the only woman in my whole life that ever told me the monster was too big.
I'm going to ask Peter if he has magic to make me bigger. If he does, I'll be back," she said. With that, she flew up through the skylight then paused and turned back. She blew me a kiss and set her course for the second star on the right. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, wiggled her cute little bottom and flew away. I knew it would take her till morning to get there.
There was nothing left but a little bit of golden pixie dust sifting down out of the air. I whispered, "Hurry back Little One, I can hardly wait."
Sometimes I call Linda, Little One. Sometimes Linda looks like a pixie to me.
I felt a puff of cool air on the monster and thought, "Tinker Bell is back. She must have used magic to make the trip quicker."
My eyes fluttered open, as I awoke. I raised my head to see what was going on with the monster. He was standing at rigid attention and sticking straight up into the air. Well, seven inches up. Linda was up on her knees, holding him in her hand. She started at my balls and licked him all the way up. After licking his head she blew a puff of her breath on him. He shivered. She giggled.
The head and a couple inches of the shaft slipped into her mouth. I could feel her sucking and licking it with her tongue. She pumped a couple of times and it sunk in a little more each time. Finally it touched the back of her throat. She swallowed, and the whole damn thing disappeared. She sucked with varying pressure and moved him in and out a little. She was literally fucking me with her throat. "Damn, I love this woman," I thought.
Sometimes she took me to completion this way. When she did, all of my semen went to her stomach. There was never the smell or taste of it in her mouth. That was not going to happen now, though. She was just getting me hard; I knew what was coming next. I loved it.
She sensed when I came to close to the edge. She didn't want me to cum. She let him escape, kissed his head, blew a puff air on him and giggled. She was having almost as much fun as I was. She let me come down a little then asked, "Do you want some more of that?"
"Hell yes."
She instantly swallowed him again but only for a little while. This time when she let him out, she licked him again and left some extra saliva on him. She jacked him twice with her hand to make sure he was good and hard. One of her knees swung over me and she aligned the monster with her entry. She leaned her body forward and laid her beautiful boobs on my chest. Her tongue parted my lips, found its way into my mouth and felt its way along my teeth. She slowly impaled her body on my rigid cock, a fraction of an inch at a time. The feeling was unbelievable when she did this. She felt really tight and was not nearly as sloppy wet as she was earlier.
I held her bottom in both hands and pulled her down hard on me. When we bottomed out, I held her there. Doggy style is her favorite position; this is mine.
I broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you, Linda."
She said, "S-h-h-h-h."
Movement started a few minutes later. She liked to do about a half stroke with a tight, slow, circular motion. Her pussy seemed to clinch me as she did it. It was like being fucked by a machine. She would bring me to the brink of orgasm, then back off and let me come down a bit. She would vary her technique and bring me to the brink again. Her control was amazing. She could keep me hard and on the edge for hours if she wanted to.
Then she could push me over the edge and jump in after me. This method of our lovemaking had been refined to a state of the art. She almost always made us cum together. It was my favorite position. She did all the work. She calls it her, "I'm going to love you forever fuck." I'm going to love her forever.
She took one of her pauses to allow me to back off a bit. She came all the way down on me and ceased all motion. I was in heaven. I heard her whispering in my ear, "I fell in love with you when I was fourteen years old." The movement started again.
I remembered. When she was fourteen I was seventeen, a senior in high college. She was a freshman. I guess she had just started to reach puberty. She was skinny and gangly. Her feminine features hadn't developed yet. She had a funny face, a flat bottom, and her breasts were just little bumps. I was dating and having some success with the older girls. I didn't see her as dating material. My dumb ass brain couldn't recognize the diamond in the rough.
My cock twitched.
She seated the monster completely inside her and the motion stopped.
I stepped back from the edge.
We repeated the cycle several times. During another pause, she was whispering again. "I gave you my virginity when I was nineteen."
I whispered back, "Did I ever say, thank you?" I remembered that night. It would have happened sooner, but I had been out of the country for most of two years, serving in the military. That was close to twenty years ago.
Movement again. Four more cycles, each a little different; each equally wonderful. I'd been on the edge for over an hour now.
The stars in the skylight were getting harder to see. The sky was not as dark as it had been.
She was in my ear again, "I love you now, more than ever."
I answered, "I'm glad."
Two more cycles. "I will always love you," she said, "forever and ever."
Her movements were a little different this time. Her pussy was milking me. The stroke was longer and more intense. Her position had changed, so the monster was assaulting her sweet spot. She was going to let me cum this time. She was preparing herself to follow me over the edge. This lady really knows how to fuck.
I told her, "Here it comes Linda, I can't hold it baby." I started thrusting into her.
She said, "Hold still Luke, let me do this."
I tried to be still, avoiding interfering with her rhythm. I was not totally successful. My orgasm started. The first eruption slammed into her.
She was screaming by now, "I CAN FEEL YOU LUKE. FILL ME UP. I'M CUMMING, I'M C-U-U-M-M-M-M-M-M-I-I-I-N-N-N-G-G-G-G-G!!!! It's so good Luke, help me-e-e-e!!"
My body generated its next spasm. I couldn't be still. I thrust into her deeply.
Even in her throws of ecstasy, she maintained the proper mechanics to enhance my pleasure. When she felt my body's exertion, she held me deep inside and accepted my offering. Between spurts she pumped hard twice. The whole time her pussy was milking me. It felt like a child nursing a teat. This woman was one fine fuck.
My ejaculations kept going over and over again, but finally started to wane. Her orgasm continued another few seconds. I tried to help. She was thrusting forcefully and screaming in pleasure. I was glad she was enjoying my favorite position.
When it ended she was totally spent. After all, she had been working over an hour. I had just been lying here with my dick inside her enjoying the ride. She collapsed.
She was on top of me. I put my arms around her and held her. I was still inside her and still had a partial erection. I wanted to stay there as long as I could. I managed to catch my breath enough to whisper, "Thank you."
It took a few seconds, but she finally answered in her little girl voice, "You are quite welcome, Sir. Can we do it again?" There was a weak giggle. "That's number three."
"I hope Tinker bell doesn't get back today, I am used up," I thought. "I think I would disappoint her."
After a few minutes the monster lost his stiffness and slowly slipped out of Linda. A small portion of our combined juices dropped out into my pubic hair. I didn't care. I fell asleep, and I think she did too.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My eyes blinked when they opened. I was looking at a bright sky through the skylight. "It's a bright, bright, bright, sunshiny day," played through my mind. Linda was not with me. The clock on the radio said it was after ten. I looked for Linda again. She still wasn't there. I hate it, when she isn't where I want her to be.

She walked through the door, looking bright and shiny. Her hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing tight assed hip hugger shorts, a halter-top tied just above her belly button, deck shoes, no socks, no bra and I would have bet no panties. That last part was Okay, she wasn't going to work.
"Shower time Lover," she commanded.
I had to get up anyway or wet the bed. I put my robe on over my naked body and slipped my feet into my house shoes. She came close, got on her tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, without letting her body touch me. I took that as a promise of more after my shower.
She said, "Breakfast on the patio, half hour."
She flitted out of the room and I thought of Tinker Bell. They could be sisters.
I went up to our bedroom to shower. I used the time to completely wake up. "Okay," I thought, "it is three bangs later. Time to find out what the problem is. Whatever it is, I will handle it." The water was wonderful.
I walked out on the patio and breakfast was ready. My plate held three eggs, perfectly done over medium. There was also bacon, grits, toast, jelly, butter and a small glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. A waft of steam rose from a coffee carafe in the center of the table. Everything that should be hot was hot. If it was supposed to be cold, it was. "She did all this while I was doing a quick rinse in the shower," I thought. "This is one amazing woman."
Linda was bent over the low wrought iron rail peering through a pair of binoculars. Her ass was pointed straight at me and it took up most of my field of vision. Imagine that. In my mind's eye, I could see me ripping those shorts off and filling her full of monster cock from the rear. She would have loved it. "Oh well," I thought, "maybe not right now."
"Hey Babe," I said. "What do you see?"
She pulled the glasses down and turned to me. "It's a male and female pair of Mallard ducks on the far end of the lake." She giggled, "I bet they spent the night together and are just having breakfast." She brought me a kiss and let me hold her.
I pulled out her chair for her to sit. I sat beside her, so she would be in reach if I needed to touch her. I almost always need to touch her. I said, "I love your hair in a ponytail."
She smiled.
I went on, "That smile is beautiful too."
She tilted her head and looked at me. She was still smiling.
I continued, "Your tits really look nice without a bra."
She slapped my hand and frowned.
I continued hurriedly, "I've already thought about ripping those shorts off, bending you over the rail and nailing you from behind. I know you like it that way."
She said, "Luke, Eat your breakfast." She sounded like a college teacher scolding a child.
I chuckled.
I cut my eggs up, so the yolks could run free. I mixed them with my grits and took a sip of orange juice. I let the juice trickle down my throat while I buttered a slice of toast. I bit the corner off the bread and chewed. I swallowed.
I said, "Okay Little One, you have been properly banged three times. Tell me what the problem is."
She said, "After we finish breakfast."
"Linda, this is the last time I will be put off. After breakfast, I want to know what the problem is."
"Yes Darling, after breakfast, I'll be ready."
Ten silent minutes later I put the last piece of bacon in my mouth and slid my plate to the middle of the table. I reached for the coffee carafe and moved it toward her cup. She shook her head no and I poured my cup full. I got the chemistry right with a small amount of sugar. I took a sip.
I looked at Linda and knew that she wasn't really ready. She was, I could see, steeling herself to start the conversation. Her bottom lip quivered as it always did when she was apprehensive or scared. She rose from her chair and walked behind me to come to my right side. She looked down at me and said, "Will you hold me for just one more minute?" She sat in my lap and nuzzled her head into the hollow of my shoulder. I could feel her whole body tremble. She was whimpering like a little lost pup. She was still there fifteen minutes later. This girl had some real trouble.
At length she said, "Luke, nothing bad happened. I will always love you." She got out of my lap and walked around the wrought iron rail to the other side. She turned her back to me and leaned on the rail. She didn't want me to see her cry.
I wanted to hold her, but then I knew she didn't want me to touch her. She had purposely put the fence between us.
I told her, "Sweetheart, if you will just tell me what is wrong, we will fix it. There is nothing so bad we can't handle it. Let me help you."
"Here it comes," I thought.
She straightened her back and turned to face me. Tears were finding their way down her beautiful face. She started talking. "Luke, I have to tell you. I thought I wanted to tell you, but I don't. I should have told you a month ago, but I didn't. Nothing bad happened. I am so sorry. It is mostly my fault. You have to tell me what to do." She was just babbling.
"You are so strong and you have a strong mind. You always use reason. Your decisions are always better than mine. You know my decisions are usually emotional. I have tried, I don't know what to do. I always want to do what feels good instead of what is right. That is partly why this happened. I will do anything you say. Please help me Luke. I wish I could die. Nothing bad happened. I was strong for a minute, and I didn't let it happen. I am so sorry I'm dumping this on you. You have to decide what to do, I can't. I will do what you tell me."
I said, "Linda, settle down, Baby. I will take care of this, I will handle it. You have to tell me WHAT HAS HAPPENED." I didn't want her to see, so I tried not to show it. She had me scared to death. She was talking like there was no way out.
She started babbling again to the point, I think, she didn't know what she was saying. "Luke, you are going to be so angry. I'm afraid. I know you are going to be hurt. I am so sorry. Please don't stop loving me. Please don't send me away. I thought if I came home and made love with you yesterday the problem would go away. It didn't. I still want to sleep with him." She broke down into sobs.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She started babbling again to the point, I think, she didn't know what she was saying. "Luke you are going to be so angry. I am afraid. I know you are going to be hurt. I am so sorry. Please don't stop loving me. Please don't send me away. I thought the problem would go away if I came home and made love with you yesterday. It didn't. I still want to sleep with him." She broke down into sobs.

My world collapsed around me.
My stomach turned upside down and jumped into my throat. A white-hot knot of pain formed in my gut. My vision blurred and then, I think, I closed my eyes. I was sure I was going to throw up, but I didn't. A picture formed in my head of Linda. She was lying on her back under some big dude I didn't know. He was between her legs, holding her ankles in the air and pounding hell out of her. I tried to stand up. I couldn't. I know I was in shock.
Thankfully, this state of total helplessness didn't last long. My mind restarted, and I could manage elementary thought. "My wife of twenty years, the center of my universe, the mother of my children, the only woman I have ever loved just told me she wanted to sleep with someone else. Suicide is an option. No, it's not. I could kill that big dude, I've killed men before. Not yet; need more intel. Why would she want to do that? I'll have to ask her sometime."
I didn't know I could hurt this much. I have seen some horrible things in my life, but I have never experienced this kind of emotional shock and pain. I hurt all over. I wanted to cry. I didn't. I pushed back the pain and felt an anger start to well up in me. Anger is good. Anger helps hold you together in combat.
My eyes opened. There was a woman sitting in the grass and leaning on the other side of the patio rail. I didn't know who she was. She was sobbing. She was in terrible pain like me. My mind went to work, "Maintain control Luke, this is not combat. Maybe her husband is fucking around. No, I am her husband. I couldn't do that. She didn't do that, she said that nothing bad happened. She didn't let it happen."
"Good girl," I thought. That was my first glimmer of hope.
A voice in my head said, "She needs you to hold her Luke. She was begging for help. She is your wife. She is scared and she is hurting."
I tried to stand and found I was wobbly but on my feet. I walked around the rail and came to stand beside her. She held her breath stifling her sobs and looked up at me. I was steadier by then. I reached down, took her hand and tugged her to her feet. I kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close. She nuzzled into my chest and started raggedly breathing again. She was still sniffling, but the sobbing had stopped.
I sang softly into her ear like Brian Wilson, "Don't worry Baby, everything will turn out all right." I then whispered, "I will always love you." She seemed to settle down quickly.
She finally asked, "Luke, are you angry with me? Nothing bad happened."
"Yes," I answered, "I am angry, because you didn't bring this to me before it got so out of hand. I know nothing bad happened. You told me you were strong and wouldn't let it happen. I will decide what to do like you asked, but you are going to have to give me a lot more information, so I can make the right decision."
O Luke," she said, "I don't want to talk about it anymore right now. Do I have to?"
I said, "No Baby, you don't have to tell me anything more. I'll just go kill the bastard, problem solved. Who is he?" She thought I was serious. I thought I might have been serious.
"No Luke, You can't do that," She replied. "Then I would lose you too. They would put you in jail." She didn't tell me who he was.
I told her, "I'm going to walk around the lake and let myself settle down. I want you to have a glass of wine to calm yourself. When I get back, we are going to hash this out calmly. No crying, no screaming. If I get angry, I will hide it from you. If you get angry you can take a cool down break, but understand this, you will answer my questions."
"No," she said, "don't go; stay here. You can settle down in your chair. I can sit in your lap, so you can hold me. I feel safe, when you hold me."
I walked her into the den and sat down in my recliner. She curled up in my lap, laying her head in the hollow of my shoulder. "This is better," she said. She was quiet for a couple minutes. "I'm sorry, Luke," she said. "It slipped out. I should have found a better way to tell you."
I didn't answer her.
In a minute she asked, "Do you remember when you took me home, after we made love the first time?"
I said, "Yeah, we had been gone for three days. I got you home about three in afternoon and was afraid I was going to run into Gus." Gus was the mean old bastard that was her uncle. I was scared to death of him. She lived with him her last two years of high college and up until the time we were married. He had told me on several occasions that if I brought her home pregnant, he would kill me. I believed he meant it. He was 101st Airborne from World War II. He was in his prime and mean as a snake. He was also the only man on this planet that loved this little girl as much as I love her now. In a different way of course. We had a small reception after our wedding. Gus came up to me while I was standing in a crowd of people, handed me a drink and said, "OK boy, you can knock her up now," and walked off. Nobody said a thing. I made it happen a couple months later.
She said, "Yeah, You drove up in front of the house, left the car running, helped me carry my suitcases to the porch, gave me a quick kiss and got the hell off the property. I knew you didn't want to talk to Uncle Gus. I went in the house, and he was in his recliner, watching a football game. I curled up with him, just like I am with you now. I was pretty much spent. We hadn't slept much in the last three days. I always felt so safe when he held me. I went to sleep and slept for four hours. I hadn't done that since I was eight years old. He never moved a muscle. He was afraid he would wake me. I didn't tell him what we had done, but I'm sure he knew. You are so lucky that he liked you. If he hadn't he would have ran you off, like all the other guys that came sniffin' round me, while you were overseas. That was the way he put it. I was lucky too. He helped me save myself for you."
"Several years later Linda," I told her. "He told me he picked me for you, because I was strong enough to handle you. The old fart actually took credit for our marriage. He said you would be a problem sooner or later. I think he might have been right."
I said to myself, "I hope I can be strong enough."
She said, "I'm so lucky. I have you and Uncle Gus. Two very powerful men that both love me."
We let this kind of talk go on for over an hour. We were reminding each other of good times in our life together. We were both relaxing. There was a lull in the conversation, and her breathing became shallow and regular. She was asleep. The morning's events had worn her out. I didn't move a muscle. I just held her. I didn't want to wake her.
I snapped awake. She was gone. I got up and moved into the kitchen. She was sitting at the island with a glass of wine in her hand.
She looked up at me and gestured with her glass. "You told me to," she said.
"It's five o'clock somewhere," I said. That's how we always justify having an early drink. Neither of us abused alcohol, but when an early drink was in order we would have it.
The washing machine was running in the utility room. I asked her what she was washing. She told me it was our sheets. She said our housekeeper, Maria, would be in the next day and she didn't want her to see them. They were a mess and would tell a story. Maria and her husband Juan, both work for us. Juan is our ranch foreman. They are both Texas born Hispanics. They have six kids. All of them live in a house that we own on the far edge of our property. They were friends long before they became employees. Our kids played ball together in college.
Linda's purse was on the island in front of me. I opened it and pulled out the baggie with her panties inside. I held it up and looked at them. They were a very small, yellow thong, matching the yellow in the dress she wore the day before. They had been sealed in the baggie and were obviously still saturated in nookie juice. I said, "You might want to wash these too." I opened the baggie, and sniffed of them. It was a familiar scent.
A look of concern came over her face. She didn't say anything. She just took them from me and pulled them out of the baggie. She put the baggie in a trashcan and threw the thong into the washing machine.
While she was doing that I made myself a drink. When she walked back into the kitchen I said, "OK, Little One, who is he?
She didn't answer me. She said, "Let me make us a sandwich. After we eat we can walk around the lake, and I will tell you the whole story. I think I can do it now."
I walked around the island and kissed her on the forehead. I said, "Okay, but I'm not going to let you put it off any longer."
We ate at the island and walked down to the lake.
I asked, "Who is he?"
She paused a second then replied, "I'm afraid to tell you. You might hurt each other. You said you would kill him.
I said, "Linda, sooner or later I'm going to find out who this guy is. I promise I won't kill him today, but I am going to hold that option in reserve. You might as well tell me now."
"Luke," she said, "it wouldn't be fair for you to hurt him. He is a good man. He has never forced anything on me. He has been a perfect gentleman and totally discreet. No one at the office knows anything. This has mostly been my fault not his. I could have stopped this any time, but I didn't."
I replied, "That's the first piece of information you have given me. He works at your office. There can't be too many suspects there. I'll just go down there tomorrow and look around. If I am there and you aren't, he'll give himself away. I'll have a talk with him and that will be the end of it. By the way, you aren't going back to work until this is over. I don't want you talking to him on the phone or any other way. Let me be clear, no communication."
"Please don't go to my office," She pleaded. "The two of you will fight, and everyone will know." As far as communication, he will call me if I don't go to work."
When he calls, tell him you can't talk, and he shouldn't call again." I instructed her. "You can tell him, you will call him as soon as you can."
"Who is he, Linda?" I demanded.
"It's Ben Johnstone," she answered after a pause. "Please don't do anything until you know the whole story. You'll see it's mostly my fault. If you hurt him that would be my fault to."
"Okay," I said. "He is temporarily off the hook. Start talking; I want the whole story. Do I know him?"
She answered, "You've met him twice that I know of. Once at my company Christmas Party Last year and then again at the Memorial Day Bar-B-Q, we had here at the ranch, this year."
"I bet I do remember him, from the Bar-B-Q," I said. "I'd bet, he was that well-built, young, dark-haired guy that was showing off for you at the pool."
"Yeah, that was him," she replied. "I didn't think you noticed.
"I also remember him dancing with you at both parties. I noticed that too," I said. "Were you two fooling around then?"
She answered, "He had been working at the agency for two or three months before the Christmas party. We weren't working closely together. I was just working two or three short days a week and spent most of my time in the field with clients. I did catch him looking at me a couple times, but as you know, most men look at me. Honestly, I had checked him out to. He is so beautiful. I think all the other women were looking too. I don't think he knew who I was or even that I worked for the company. I think we had our first flirt at the Christmas party. It was just an innocent flirt, like I give to a bunch of men that are nice to me. You know about that. You see me do it all the time. I think you like it, because you know they know you always get to take me home. We had become friends by Memorial Day. We were flirting in private more by then, but it was still innocent. It may have escalated a little that night."
"Okay, it started at the Christmas party. Tell me about it," I said.
She asked me, "Luke, do you want the short version or all the gory details."
I said, "I want the truth Linda. I mean the whole truth. I want enough detail to get a completely accurate idea of what is going on. Don't skip over anything and don't try to hide anything. When I've heard enough detail, I will tell you."
"Do you want me to use bad words?" She asked.
"Use the words good or bad that hold the most truth," I told her. "You don't know any words I haven't heard before. The words won't offend me, the content might. I love you now, and I will love you when this is over, but you must tell me the whole truth. I need that, so I can know what we have to do."
If you were close friends with Linda for twenty years, you would probably never hear her say a dirty word. She only uses them during sex or when talking about sex. Up until now that has only been with me, I hope. The sex talk has always been a private way to express intimate feelings between us. In public her speech reflects a Southern lady. She is the same way in her dress. She will dress like a slut for me if she thinks it will enhance our love-making. In public she dresses sexy sometimes, but never trashy. Her dress in public always presents the look of a lady.
"Luke," she said. "You understand that I am attracted to this young man to the point I want to have sex with him. I think he is a good friend. He wants me in his bed, and I want to be there with him."
The knot started forming in my gut again. I hid it from her. "Yes," I answered, "I heard you when you said you still wanted to sleep with him after we had just completed a night of the best sex I have to offer you. I also understand that you were really turned on at the office yesterday. Your wet panties showed that. You also told me that you were strong and didn't let it happen. I believe that. Further you brought the problem home to me and tried to make it go away by screwing my brains out. That didn't work.
So far you have done nothing wrong except letting this thing grow out of proportion, before you brought it to me. You would not be a woman, if you were not attracted to a strong, virile, handsome, young man. Especially at your age; you are thirty-eight in the prime of your sex drive. The hormones in your body are surging more than they ever have. I know you want this young man. It is a shock to me. I am very jealous. I'm upset about it, and I don't want it to go any further. I don't like the situation, but I do understand it. Answer me this. Do you love this young man?"
"Oh no Luke," she said. "I love you with my heart and soul. I don't really understand what I'm feeling, but it is not love. I don't want to give him that. I just want to go to his bed. I think it must be just pure animal lust. He is so beautiful. He has been so good to me, and he is so much fun to be around. My life seems to have a little more spark since I met him. I like him very much. I don't love him. I'm not going to run away with him."
"Good," I said. "If you truly love me, but not him I will win this fight. Young bulls have been challenging old bulls for millions of years. They don't win all the time."
"All right," she said. "Let's sit at the picnic table for a while, I want to get this over with now. I knew you would help me, Luke. I will always love you."
We sat at the table, and she looked out over the lake. "Look," she said, "the ducks are still together."
I said, "Didn't you know Linda, they are like me and you. They are mated for life, they love each other, and they will always be together."
She smiled. That was the first time since early this morning.
"I'm going to tell you the whole story now," she said. "If you have a question, stop me and I will answer it. If it is more than you want to hear, tell me, I will stop. Otherwise, just let me talk until I am finished. It's time for this to be over. I am trying hard Luke, but I hurt inside. I don't think I can go on much longer. Please don't hate me when I'm done. I feel so guilty."
"I could never hate you Little One," I told her. "Get it over with. Remember, nothing bad has happened, and you are strong."
She started her narrative. "Let me start with the, Christmas party. I had some wine, but that is not an excuse. I was not drunk. My inhibitions might have been lowered some, and I was having a good time. One of the other girls and I were sitting at a table having some girl talk. She pointed Ben out across the room, and said that he could eat crackers in her bed any time. I laughed. In a few minutes she told me that that good-looking son of a bitch was coming to ask me to dance. I asked how she knew. She said, "Shit girl, none of the rest of us have a chance when you're in the room." I laughed at that too.
He walked right up to me, flashed that awesome smile of his and asked me if I would like to dance. I said, "Yes, thank you." He took my hand, tugged me to my feet and we walked to the dance floor. It was a slow song, and he took me into his arms but was very proper. I could sense great strength in his body, but he didn't hold me too tight or draw me in too close. He was a wonderful dancer. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. He had a joyful banter and displayed confidence, explaining to me why he asked me to dance.
He said I was the prettiest girl at the party. He obviously didn't know how old I was. He talked about seeing me at the office and wondering who I was. He said he didn't ask anyone, because he wanted to ask me out and didn't want anyone there to know. I told him I appreciated the attention and had thoroughly enjoyed the dance. Then I told him I was married and showed him my ring.
He said, "Oh well, I should have known the most beautiful woman here wouldn't be single." He said he was happy that he at least got to dance with me. Just before the dance was over, he twirled me around. When he brought me back into his arms, I felt his erection brush against my belly. It was magnificent. It felt like iron. An electric shock wave shot through my body. It was a total accident. In fact he was trying hard to hide it from me. That was why he wasn't pulling me in close. I pretended that I hadn't felt it, but my panties became damp.
Most men get an erection when they hold me and dance slowly. I think it is totally involuntary and I'm not offended by it, unless of course, they become vulgar. Actually it is quite complementary. How would I feel if it didn't happen?
He deposited me back at the table and helped with my chair. He expressed his disappointment that I wasn't available. He actually bowed the slightest bit and said, "Thank you Ma'am, for a wonderful experience. He turned and walked away. Two or three songs later I saw him dancing with one of the other women. A butterfly fluttered in my stomach. I think I was jealous.
I kept hoping that he would ask me to dance again. The night wore on, and he never approached me. I wanted to find him and ask him, but I decided that would seem too brazen. I had better leave well enough alone.
The last dance like always was for you my darling Luke. You got hard. I danced close, and rubbed myself against your prick. It was so nice.
We got home, and I was still thinking about him. We made love, and I know you thought I was insatiable that night. I was turned on a little by him, but the actual sex was all you and me. It was so good, I didn't even think of him again. I think something at the party must have turned you on a little too."
"I remember that night Linda," I said. "I remember seeing you dance with him. All I saw was my wife enjoying herself."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Linda went on. I saw him around the office several times in the next month, but he never sought me out to chat or anything. I figured that since I had told him about our marriage, he had no interest in me. One day though, a little later, I was working at my desk with the door open, and I heard a rap on my door jamb. I looked up into his most captivating smile. He said, "Hi pretty lady." I acknowledged him. He went on, "I enjoyed the dance."

I thought I'd better blow on this ember, or it was going to go out. If I didn't give him a little encouragement, I might not get another chance. I asked why he hadn't come back for another. Then he wanted to know if I had wanted him to. I said, "Hell yes, you dance marvelously."
He said he couldn't wait for the next party. The flirting got to be commonplace after that. Every time we were both in the office he would come see me. One day I really got lucky. He called me, and said he had a client that wanted to see one of my properties. We met at the property site and showed the place. Ben and the client had come out in the client's car. Ben asked me for a ride back to the agency, so the client wouldn't have to go out of his way.
When he got in my car, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I turned and looked into his handsome face. Before I could reprimand him he said he had wanted to do that for a long time. I melted a little inside and let him get away with it. He wanted to take me to lunch, but regrettably, I didn't have time. I told him maybe next time.
The little friendly kisses became standard fare. I really was enjoying his attention. Every time the flirting escalated, I thought I should shut him down but I never did.
The next thing was when we both tried to go through a door at the same time. He accidently brushed my breast. He had orchestrated the whole thing. I knew it wasn't an accident, but I let him get away with it.
The last thing before the Bar-B-Q was when he snuck up behind me in my office. He cleaned out my right ear with his tongue and asked if he was going to get an invitation. I was somewhat apprehensive about having you and him in the same place. He promised that he would behave himself, so I gave him one. It was for him and a date. I knew his wife would be with him.
He was standing behind me. I swiveled around in my chair and came face to face with his cock. It was, of course, inside his pants, but it was plainly visible. I could tell it was very hard. I was mesmerized for a few seconds then I looked up into his face. He told me it got that way every time he thought about me.
Without thinking, I reached out and captured it with my hand. I squeezed just a little then leaned forward and kissed his pants where the head obviously was. He reached under me and fondled my left breast. In a second I pushed him away and told him to get out of there. He smiled, turned to the door and walked out. I couldn't explain to myself why I had done that. My panties were more than damp.
The night of the Memorial Day get-together came. He was late getting there. I had decided he wasn't coming. When he walked into the back yard about nine his wife was not with him. When I greeted him he reached out gentlemanly and shook my hand. He asked if we could have a dance. I said, "Maybe two. One in about half an hour, it will be dark by then and one later. Remember, the last dance is always for my husband."
I mingled, and visited. I danced with you once. You got hard again. We joked and you rubbed me with it. I love you Luke. You said that was a promise of things to come. I knew you always kept your promises.
Ben came to me and asked me to dance at about ten minutes before ten. We walked out on the temporary dance floor. It was very dark in our corner. He pulled me into his arms a lot less gentlemanly than he had at Christmas. This time his cock was wedged nicely into my abdomen. It felt like it was made of stone. I was in Heaven. My panties got wet.
The song and the dance ended much too soon. I was afraid Ben was going to kiss me. I didn't think I could have stopped him. It was dark, but someone would have seen. He didn't do it. He said he would see me later and walked away.
I busied myself, visiting guest and acting the hostess. Ben went into the pool house and borrowed trunks that we keep for guests. He came out and showed off in the pool for about half an hour. Damn, he was beautiful. There were four or five of the younger girls in the pool with him. They were all swimming and playing together. I wondered how many of them got to feel his cock; probably none of them. He would have been more discreet than that. I got jealous anyway.
Ben came for his last dance about a quarter of twelve. The last dance would be at midnight, party over. We went to the darkest part of the dance floor. I folded into his embrace. I let my hand wander between us and grasp his cock. It was super hard and felt huge. I moved to the left a few inches and felt his right leg find its way between mine. I found myself rubbing my pussy on his thigh. It just happened. I didn't plan it.
My pussy was saturated now, and I felt a tingle start in my clitoris. I stretched up to his ear and told him I was about to cum. He told me he knew; he could feel my excitement. He also said he had felt the dampness of my pussy. His fingers had touched me, and I hadn't even known it. He encouraged me to let it happen. He told me no one would know. I couldn't do it. I pushed away and said I was married to the most wonderful man. I couldn't do it. I wanted to, but I couldn't. He told me it would happen sooner or later. He knew how badly I wanted him. I felt guilty but for the wrong reason. I felt guilty, because I thought I was teasing him.
I walked off the floor before the music stopped. Ben followed close behind. The first of my girlfriends, I came to, I told I was cramping and asked her to walk with me to the powder room. We excused ourselves from Ben and went upstairs to my bedroom. When we got there I asked her to guard the door. I went in and closed it behind me. I quickly got a new pair of underwear and went into the bathroom. I cleaned and dried my pussy and put the new panties on. I rinsed the old ones out and hung them to dry in the back of my closet. They were silk and would dry quickly. It was safe for me to dance with my hubby now.
We went back to the party and got there in time to find you looking for me. You asked where we had been. I told you we were up in the bedroom as there was a small girlie problem to take care of. You ask if I was Okay. I giggled, and told you I was going to fuck you silly in about an hour. You told me that sounded like a plan. We danced in the dark, and I held your hard cock in my hand and lay my head on your chest.
I am ashamed of myself for my next thought, among some of the other things I had done that night. I thought I had two wonderful alpha males. Both of them wanted to fuck me, and I could only do one of them. That wasn't right. They should be able to take turns with me. I would let them use me like a fuck toy any way they wanted. They could fuck me at the same time. I could swallow one while the other ponded my pussy with his massive cock. They could switch places and do it some more. I would give no mercy making them both shoot cum on my face, tits and in my hair.
Both of their cocks would cum inside my starving cunt at once. I would find a way to get them both in there at the same time. I could do that. I would fuck them both until they couldn't get hard. Then I would bring them back with my mouth. No man can have his dick in my mouth and not get hard. I would fuck them until the weakest one died. That's nature's way, survival of the fittest. Then I would let the other one recover, so I could have him later.
The party was over. Everyone went home, including Ben. I think Ben left before the last dance was over. That was good as it would have been dangerous for us to be together right then. Besides, I was almost as wet as I was before the cleanup. I wanted to fuck my husband.
The last guest left about one. I couldn't wait any longer. In my mind, I threw my marvelous Luke over my shoulder like I was a fireman. I ran up the stairs to our bed-room, threw him down on the bed and ripped his clothes off. He wanted to help, but I didn't have time for his fumbling. I accosted and assaulted his body. I force fucked him like he was a rubber doll with a throbbing cock. I made him cum twice whether he liked it or not, once in my mouth, not my throat and once in my snapping, boiling hot cunt. I came with him violently. I would be gentle with him later.
In real life it happened exactly that way, except if you remember the roles were reversed. You grabbed me and carried me up the stairs. You threw me down on the bed and destroyed my party dress getting it off me. My panties were removed in pieces, I wasn't wearing a bra and I don't know how I lost my shoes. I wanted to help you undress me, but you didn't have time. It seemed like you just stepped out of your clothes all at once. There was the monster. He was standing there proudly, looking at me menacingly with his one eye. The assault began.
You jammed your face in my pussy, and your tongue went all the way in to the rough spot. My stomach felt like we had just gone over the top of the first hill on a giant rollercoaster. I came hard. Before I finished, the monster was pounding me. He was going to the bottom of my depths and coming almost all the way out to start over again. It was the violent long stroke he was famous for. My pussy snapped closed like a mouse-trap around him. I had him now; he couldn't escape if he wanted to. I met his stroke with an equally violent thrust of my own. It was a soulful mating. I was in Heaven again, but this time we were together. Why not? I knew I was going to be force fucked. Why shouldn't I enjoy it? I knew you would love me gently later.
The edge of our ardor was blunted; we could be gentler now. You positioned me comfortably on my back with my head on my pillow. You gently spread my thighs apart and moved to the middle. I felt the monster's head slowly open me and slide inside. His long thick shaft followed easily. The monster was not at full strength, but we didn't need that at that moment. I was very wet and still had your cum inside me. You paused at the bottom, and my pussy flexed. I could feel the cartilage of my cervix test the monsters intent. He backed away slowly. He went about half way out then returned. His return was also slow and measured, but it had power and authority. He was not going to tolerate any resistance. I knew this was going to be very nice and last a long time. I didn't resist. I love you so much, Luke.
It was nice, and it did last a long time. It's what we call our "Missionary Fuck." I had many baby orgasms. They came and went. They are so pleasurable in an easy sort of way. They keep me alert and aware of the monster's power. I also had two hard orgasms. These were super special as they always were. Finally, I felt your tongue slid into my mouth as you kissed me. I felt the monster swell and jerk. Your magnificent body convulsed on top of me. I could feel your cum splashing inside of me. I came powerfully but gently with you. I knew it was over; we could sleep then.
I slept, and I dreamed. I dreamed of Ben's cock inside of me. It's hard for me to tell you that Luke.
She sniffled, and a tear came to her eye.
I was quiet, and Linda went on with the story. "We had two days, before we had to go back to work. The only visitors we had were Juan and his crew, when they came to clean up the mess. The men started taking up the dance floor, and you told them to leave it, we might want to have another party in the summer."
You leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Parties make my wife want to fuck."
I giggled and whispered back, "That little slut always wants to fuck." You chuckled. A butterfly fluttered in my tummy. I thought of Ben.
Juan told his men to continue and said to you, "No boss, it will kill the grass if it stays. We will build another for the next party." You said something about wondering who the boss was under your breath. I laughed.
We went for a jog around the lake. I was really too hot, but we went anyway. As we trotted along I said, "We should do this in the nude sometime."
You stopped and started to undress. I stopped you, but only because Juan and his crew were there. We moved on. I was thinking, you would want to bang me out here if we were nude. I wondered where you would stop to do it. I understand there are some places in the world, where you can roll around in the grass. You can't do that in Texas; the chiggers would eat you alive.
Like magic, you read my mind and answered, "I would take you in the water to jump your bones."
I thought for a moment. "He reads my mind pretty often and always accurately." I wondered if you knew about Ben.
We spent much of those two days in bed together. We made love some, but most of it was just cuddle time. We would spoon for hours. I love it when you hold me that way. I always feel safe. You will just flop me over, without a word and fuck me sometimes. It's okay; it's easier than me trying to roll you over.
Cuddle time is when I do some of my best thinking, especially if you are asleep. I thought about Ben, a lot. You were holding me. I realized for the first time, I had a real problem. I really wanted to sleep with Ben, but I couldn't cheat on you. I should have woken you and told you about Ben, right then. I was afraid to. I spent a lot of time worrying the problem. I decided my best option, and really the only right thing to do, was to end the relationship with Ben. There is just no way, I could ever cheat. I wanted Ben. I'm not going to cheat. I had to tell Ben.
The next Tuesday, I got to my office at nine in the morning. About ten after nine there was a rapping on my door jamb, and I heard Ben say, "Good morning, Sweetness, I wish you had let it happen."
I said, "Ben, come in and shut the door." His beautiful smile lit up his face. I almost melted and chickened out right then. He closed the door and started to come around the desk. I held up my hand to stop him. I pointed to a guest chair and told him to sit. He looked at me funny, but he sat down.
I waited a minute, and tension was hanging in the air. I said, "Ben, I tried to tell Luke about you over the weekend. I couldn't. I feel terribly guilty about our flirting and my leading you on the way I have. I feel like a trashy tease. That is not what I intended. I thought we would just enjoy being friends, and it wouldn't get out of hand like it has. The fact is I love my husband, and there is no way I could ever cheat on him. We have to stop what we are doing. It is no longer good for either of us."
He looked me right between the eyes, and said, "Linda, you are, bar none, the most beautiful, sensuous and wonderful woman I have ever known. I definitely want and need to be with you. What is more important, you want it to happen too. I could never force myself on you, but I believe it will happen sooner or later. I think it is written in the stars. If you tell me to go, I will get up, walk out of here and never contact you again. It has gone too far for us to be just friends. I couldn't stand to be around you and not touch you.
I looked at him and uttered one word, "Go."
His eyes welled up, and he tried to hide it. He said, "Sweetness, I'm going to do exactly what I said I would, but remember this, when you change your mind, I'll be glad to hear from you. Please don't be too bashful to call me. Can I have one goodbye kiss?"
I said, "No Ben, please just go. I'm so sorry. This is hard for me, please go." He left.
I didn't hear from him until the week after Labor Day. Becky from the office called with a message. She told me that Ben had a husband and wife set of clients, who wanted to see one of my properties. This happened pretty regularly, so it didn't really raise a red flag for me. The truth was I wanted to see Ben anyway. I just wanted to see if I could be around him and go home with dry panties. I still thought about him a lot, but it didn't happen every day now and not very often at night.
I drove into the parking lot where we were supposed to meet and he had beat me there. He got out of his car and sat down in my front passenger seat with me. We were in public; it was okay.
He said, "Hello Sweetness, how have you been?"
I answered him, "I'm doing pretty well, are you okay?"
He smiled and said, "I still think about you every twenty minutes."
My panties got wet. I thought, "Girl, you certainly failed that test miserably."
He told me, "The clients called; they aren't coming. Something about a hang up at her office, and he doesn't see any need in looking without her." It's a wasted trip. Can I buy your lunch?"
Without thinking I said, "Yes." It seems I do that a lot when I am with him. There was a Denny's café across the way and we both agreed that would be all right. We ate together and his banter was smooth as always, not thinking, I mean. He acted the perfect gentleman through the whole meal. He never hit on me, or made any innuendo about our past relationship. My panties kept getting wetter anyway. We finished; he paid, but let me leave the tip.
We were quiet as we walked across the parking lot toward our cars. We approached the cars and I walked a few feet away from him, going to the driver's side of mine. He asked, "Linda, can I say one thing about us, before you go?"
I turned to face him and nodded my head.
He paused, and then walked two steps closer so he wouldn't have to speak loudly. He talked quietly but rapidly, not touching me. I got the impression it was a memorized speech.
He said, "I really do think about you every day, I am not over you, I'm not going to get over you, and I want you so badly it hurts. Is there any way we can make it happen, just once? Luke will never know. You have been so strong for him but damn girl surely there is a limit. He doesn't own you.
I should have told him no, not under any circumstances and left. I didn't do that. What I did do was bow my head and look at the concrete for a few seconds. I could feel myself blushing. My pussy was dripping now. I would have to clean up before I got back to the office. My body had decided to fuck this guy, without any input from my brain.
I raised my gaze the slightest bit, looked into his beautiful eyes from under my brows and gave him a hint of a smile. I quickly turned and walked to my car. I probably wiggled my butt a little too much. I knew immediately I had really fucked up. I had had no control. He believed I had just agreed to have sex with him. I thought to myself, "God, I would love to have sex with him."
He stopped by my office later that afternoon. He just stuck his head in and said, "Call me," then left. My mind was in turmoil again. My new panties that I had just bought were getting wet. This was getting way out of hand. I was having butterflies just seeing him walk down the hall. The thought of having him inside me was always in my mind. I was starting to believe he was right. It was written in the stars. It was going to happen.
Then came yesterday. Loretta called and asked me to come to the office. She knew it was not my turn, but there had been more showings scheduled than she was prepared for. She said I wouldn't have to go out if I would just come in to handle any walk-ins. I told her it would be at least three, and she said if I was there from four to five she could cover everything else. Loretta has been a dear friend since high college. It is really hard to turn her down.
I got to the office a few minutes before four. Loretta saw me come in and came by my office. She told me thanks for coming, and she had to run. Her client was waiting in the parking lot. She told me that I would be the last one there so be sure to lock up.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Fifteen minutes later I was doing paperwork trying to get a jump on Monday. Ben surprised me. He spun my chair around and literally picked me up out of it. He had me all the way off the floor before I knew what was happening. I was sitting in his big hands with his tongue trying to find its way down my throat. My arms went around his neck by reflex. My dress was bunched around my waste, and my legs encircled him. He was raising me and lowering me a few inches, rubbing my pussy up and down his rigid cock. Before I realized what was happening, I was lost in the feeling. I just went weak all over. I thought this was it. I was going to get fucked right there. I had no control and I loved it. Is that bang? No, you can't bang the willing.

He came up for air at length and told me that everyone else was gone, and he had locked us in. He let me down to the floor but my legs would not hold me up. He let me slowly slide down the length of his body. My pussy, my belly and my tits all slid down over that hard cock.
When I got stable on my knees it was at about eye level. I had to have it. Ben was wearing golf shorts and a button up sports shirt. I think the buttons were all undone before he came to me. His muscular chest was open to my view. What a beautiful man this was. I reached up, opened his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. No underwear. His shorts fell to the floor, and his cock slapped me in the face. It bobbed up and down a few times and then was still. It was pointing up at about a forty-five degree angle. I had used the word magnificent to describe it before. That was a gross understatement. It was beautiful and I was frozen in awe.
It was hard like iron. Hell no, it was harder than that. He wasn't quite as big as you Luke, but the difference couldn't be much. There was no hair. His pubic area and his nut sack were shaved clean. That must have happened that day. He was as smooth as glass. I looked up at his face. I could tell he was very proud of it. He told me to take my time and get acquainted with the Magic Wand. I wanted to swallow it right then but I didn't. I wanted to see it all. I reached up and took hold. This was the first time it was ever naked in my hand. I was also the first time I had ever seen it outside his clothes. My small hand couldn't quite reach all the way around. The shaft was long and straight. The white skin was stretched tight and felt smooth like silk. I could see the veins engorged with blood. They caused ridges in the surface where they ran. I wondered what they would feel like going in and out of me.
The head was purple and bulbous. It was greater in diameter than the shaft. Enough greater, that I could see the difference; a quarter inch on either side. I wondered if my pussy would close behind the head and grasp the shaft when he slid it into me. I decided it would if I squeezed. The ridge that followed the back edge of the head was prominent and was so stiff it felt like hard rubber. I couldn't wait for him to open me with this thing.
His balls hung low in their sack, and I reached back to heft them. They were smooth and heavy. I wanted them in my mouth too. I wanted them to bang into my clit when he doggy fucked me.
I was watching as a pearl of pre-cum formed at his tip. Without thought my tongue reached out and captured it. I looked up at him and let the tip of my tongue come out so he could see his cum on it. He smiled at me. I got butterflies. That smile made me so happy inside.
I thought to myself, "I have to make a plan. How was I going to fuck this wonderful man? Earlier, I thought he was going to fuck me. It's not going to be that way. He probably wouldn't do it right. I know I can do a better job. I planned to take that big bulb in my mouth first. I can suck and bathe it with my tongue. I will swallow it if I can. I can give him the pleasure of a good long throat fuck, but I can't let him cum this way. I will have to be very careful. His body is strange to me. I've no idea how much control he has. I could blow it right there. I'm going to allow him the joy of deep, full and complete penetration of my pussy."
Pausing to look at me she said, "No one has ever had that but you Luke. Please don't hate me Darling. I have to give him this. He wants it. I want him to have it."
My thoughts continued, "I want to feel him enter me. I want to feel that beautiful cock as it parts the petals of my flower and eases into my channel. I will squeeze and release him with my vaginal muscles. I will rotate my pelvis. He will feel like a little animal is sucking him. I will be completely open for him. He can have any part of me. When he reaches his maximum depth, I will hold him there and milk him. I will start a long slow stroke in and out, over, and over, and over. I have to feel his wonderful cock with its ridge and veins moving and tickling the walls of my tunnel. Over some time this will become faster with more power and demand in the thrust. I will talk to him. I will scream if I have to. I will make him know how to help: when to thrust powerfully; when to go faster; when to go deeper. He will follow my instructions. Our thrusting, finally, will become violent. We will go as fast as we can. He will reach bottom with every stroke. I want to feel his pubic bone hammering my clit and the shaft of his dick sawing through my G-spot. I want those giant balls, slapping my ass in rhythm. I have to be careful. I have to detect his orgasm before it starts. When I feel his cock start to swell, I will know. Maybe he will tell me when he is cuming."
Fucking a stranger is different. I always know what to do with you Luke.
My planning went on, "When he starts to convulse, I will have started a few seconds earlier. I will tell him it is happening. I will be loud enough for him to hear. I want him to have the pleasure of being inside me while I am having a most powerful climax. I want to allow him the pleasure of emptying himself into me as we cum together. When he comes down from his high I will keep fucking him. I will fuck him until he is totally spent. He will be wasted and unable to move. Then I will fuck him some more for my own pleasure. When we are finally finished I will dress and go home. I will tell you what I have done and beg you to forgive me."
Please don't hate me Luke. My pussy will be full of his cum. I know you will hate me.
There was a voice in my head. I was you Luke. You said, "That's a bad plan girl. It would be better for you to come talk to me."
I stood up and told Ben this couldn't happen. He told me it was happening. He told me we couldn't stop.
I made him understand I wasn't going any further. I straightened my clothes and backed away. I saw great disappointment in his beautiful face. I wanted him so much. I felt the terrible guilt from teasing him again. I know I have become a horrible person. How did I get this way?
He told me it would be all right, you would never know. I told him you already knew; you just told me to come home.
I said, "Ben, I want you so much. I might die if I don't have you. Luke will know that. He loves me. I promise I will ask for a hall pass. I think he will allow me to have you. I will give you the best sex you have ever had. It will be totally without reservation, without guilt, explicitly wonderful and worth waiting for."
Ben said, "Luke will never allow this. If you belonged to me I would never let another man touch you. We can have each other now. It will be our secret forever. Luke will never know. You can ask for a hall pass next time. Everything will be all right if he gives it to you."
"Ben," I said, "Luke doesn't even know you. He couldn't care less about you. You are right. He would never give me to you. He will never give me to anyone. He loves me. He will allow me to have you, when he knows how important it is. He will know that sex with you has nothing to do with the love I have for him. You need to understand that too. What I have for you, you beautiful man, is extremely powerful animal lust, curiosity, and a yearning for a different man. That is all it is. No matter what, you will never come between Luke and me. This will never happen if Luke says no."
I went to the lounge, put my wet panties in my purse and came home. Nothing bad happened.
When I got home, I was surprised you didn't already know everything. I had assumed you had read my mind like you do. You let me kiss you. Your hands explored my body, found my wetness and my missing panties. You took me to bed and made love with me. More importantly, you held me in your arms. I felt safe. I put off telling you.
Breaking in at this point, I said, "You did well Sweet Heart. I'm pretty sure I have a good picture of what happened. I have several questions but one is paramount. Answer it for me and we can go back to the house. I have some work I must take care of and you can rest. I know you feel used up."
She said, "Okay, go ahead."
I paused a few seconds and responded, holding back my anger. "What in the world made you think I would give you a hall pass to screw another man? I can't do that. I don't like this guy. He is a total predator. I will probably go back to my first option and kill the son of a bitch. That's really the best option I think, and it's damn sure what I want to do anyway."
Anger had been rising in me. It was very hard to maintain control and not shout at her. Anger is sometimes a good thing. It helps you keep your shit together under stress.
She answered in the voice I only hear in argument. "No Luke, you will not kill him. You will not harm him in any way. He is not a predator. He is a superb example of a fine young man. He is a gentleman in every respect. He had never been anything but perfectly proper with me, until I started flirting with him. The only thing he did was approach me for sex, and that was only after I encouraged him over and over.
A thousand other men have done that. You didn't kill any of them. The only difference is, I responded differently this time. That's my fault not his. If you need to kill someone it should be me. I am the predator and the culprit here. I know I am a terrible slut of a person Luke. I want to die anyway. If you kill me it will be okay." She flopped her head to the table and broke down into deep sobs.
I didn't know what I was going to do about that. I knew who the real predator was and I was really in the mood to kill the bastard. I was pretty sure I could get away with it. This is, Texas. Any judge that knew the circumstances would give me a pass under the 'He Needed Killing' clause.
I sat there thinking for a few minutes. "I'll give her a few minutes to calm down. She's so infatuated with this piece of shit she's not going to listen to anything I say anyway."
After a minute I said, "The ducks are still out there. You and I are still here."
She looked up at me then shifted her gaze to the two ducks billing and cooing on the lake. She said, "They still love each other."
I answered, "We do too."
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After a minute I said, "The ducks are still out there. You and I are still here."

She looked up at me then shifted her gaze to the two ducks billing and cooing on the lake. She said, "They still love each other."
I answered, "We do too."
She moved closer to me, so I could put my arm around her. She almost whispered through her whimpers, "Luke, I know I'm not worth it but please love me and help me with this."
I said, "Listen, Little One, you are worth it. Remember, nothing bad has happened, and I will always love you. Your part of this is over, you have told me the story. Now you can rest. Let your mind shift the burden to me. You have been carrying it too long, alone. I will find the right solution, and we will get through this."
I was still angry and there was still some pain, but my mind was more settled. Rational thought had returned. All I had to do then was sift the data, select the proper solution, make a plan and execute the plan. Problem solved, game over. I will handle this, my confidence rose.
She whispered, "I will always love you." There was a long period of silence, then she said, very quietly, "You promised."
That didn't register. I knew I had heard her right, but I didn't know what she meant. "Promised what?" I asked.
She looked at me through teary eyes, and the little quiver in her lower lip was back. She said, "You promised, if I ever got in a situation like this, you would give me a hall pass."
To use an old aviator's term, my gyros tilted. Mentally, I made no sense of that at all. "I can't even imagine a scenario where I promised you I would let you have sex outside our marriage," I said. "Please help me remember."
Her sniffles disappeared. She had come completely back to the problem at hand. The problem as she saw it was she needed me to condone an illicit tryst with this dickhead she was running with. What I should do is take her into my den, give her a good spanking, tell her no and go kill the dip-shit. That seemed like the best solution so far. I put it at the top of the list.
She was about to argue her point. She'd had a lot of time to think about it. I've argued with her before. She is damn good at it. I'm sure she has a memorized speech already in her head. I should be making notes. I can't let her win this one. If she does I'll have to kill the bastard. That's what I want to do anyway. Maybe I should let her win.
She said, "Remember the night you asked me to marry you?"
I nodded.
She went on, "I told you that I had one serious reservation." The tremor, in her voice told me she was losing it. I had a chance. She said, "I told you it might not be good for me to marry the first man that I ever slept with. Most girls have several lovers, before they choose one to spend their life with. I would wonder what other men were like. We had given each other hall passes, while you were overseas. I did that because I knew you had had several girls older than me, before we started dating. I knew you wouldn't go two years without sex, and I didn't want you to have to cheat. While you were gone I know you nailed every one of those cute little slant eyed girls you could catch. I read about their mores and folk-ways. There were a lot of them, and they were easy to catch.
"I only used mine to date, so I could go to the proms and parties, in the last two years of high college." She continued, "I never had all-the-way sex with anyone else, before you or since."
"Okay Babe," I broke in, "I remember. I told you, I would give you a hall pass if the problem ever came up."
She nodded her head and said, "Yes, you did. You promised."
Her green eyes welled up, and she started pouting. That, of course, is a ploy she has been using since she was four years old. It always worked on her father, her Uncle Gus and me. In her mind it should work now. If this argument was about anything else this is where I would say, "You win Sweet Heart," kiss her on the cheek and write a check. I can't let her win this one.
"Little One," I said, "That was twenty years ago, and we were talking about something that I thought would never come up. In my mind, I thought those were just some words I had to say, to get you to wear my ring.
She answered, "We were talking about a real problem. Something I thought would come up. I had looked at other boys. It was a real problem, and you offered a good solution. It has come up. I want a hall pass, and you promised."
I thought, "I can't believe this shit. Killing the bastard might be the only answer. It's alright that's how I want to handle this anyway." Then I said out loud, "Baby, are you going to hold me to a promise like that?"
It seemed like a long time before she responded. Finally she answered, "No." She paused for a few seconds then said, "but I want a hall pass, and you promised."
She let that sink in then said, "I won't hold you to your promise. If you say no, it will never happen. I will never talk to him again. I could never cheat. If I could it would have already happened."
There was another pause, and she went on, "Before you decide, I have two more reasons that you should give it to me, if you love me."
I thought, "Now she is fighting dirty." I said, "You're fighting dirty now, but go ahead and shoot. I'm listening."
"Both of these things will show you how much and why, I need for this to happen. I'll try not to fight dirty any more, but I reserve the option in case I need it to win."
I thought, "Shit, she didn't have to say that. There is no way she can win. If need be I'll kill her sweet little perfect gentleman, shit-ass friend."
She said, "The first thing. Do you remember my first orgasm last night?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, it seems a lot longer ago than that, but it was the one you wouldn't let me have credit for. You said it was too easy."
She said, "Yes, we called it the easy one. Now listen very closely to what I say. It is very important for you to understand what I am telling you. This is not going to be pleasant for you. I am sorry, but you must know. You said you wanted the whole truth."
I said, "Go ahead, I think I can handle anything now. The things you have already said have been very hard for me to hear."
She went on, "The real reason I couldn't give you credit for the easy one was, because it wasn't yours. It was Ben's. It was heat for him I was carrying in my belly when I got home. It was he, who had made me so wet I had to carry my panties home in a baggie. I know that it was your hand that I was holding against my cunt, your hand that I was humping, your fingers in my G-spot.
"In my mind it was his body, I had my legs wrapped around. It was him I was humping. It was his magnificent cock thrusting through my rough spot. It was Ben who generated that powerful orgasm in me. In my mind, he filled me with his cum. He had such sexual energy. I gave him more pleasure than he had ever had. This all happened in twenty seconds. It made me so very happy when he smiled. I had to have this fun fuck with him. I had to pleasure myself and satiate him. I had to satisfy our animal lust before I could make love with you."
I remained silent.
"Do you think that was bad, Luke? Am I cheating? Is a deep, strong fantasy that satisfies a need a bad thing? Was I lying when I said nothing bad happened?"
I answered her, "No Linda, we all have fantasies. I have fantasies. You have had fantasies before, haven't you?
She said, "Yes, all my life. I had fantasies about you when I was a fourteen-year-old child and all the time you were separated from me. They served a need. I had fantasies of other men many times through the years. Sometimes they were fantasy men, but sometimes they were men I knew. None of them have ever been as powerful as the one I just described to you. I didn't have the words to describe how powerful it really was.
"I need to make my fantasy with Ben real. I am very afraid that you will hate me. If you can't find a way to help me through this, just tell me no. It will never happen behind you. Please don't tell me no, Luke. I need this young man at least once. If I can't have him my curiosity will never be satisfied."
"What the Hell am I going to do?" I thought. I said, "Enough of the fantasy story. I get the picture. What is the other thing you mentioned?"
She said, "Luke, I told you to listen closely. You missed the good part in the fantasy. I know you did, or you would have made a comment about it."
"Linda," I said, "truthfully, the whole thing was hard for me to listen to. I didn't see anything in it that was good. Damn girl, try to see this from my side. The only woman I have ever loved, is fantasizing about fucking another man and asking me to tell her it's all right to do it for real. I am trying hard to hide the pain I feel. I don't think there is anything remotely good about what you just described to me."
A tear escaped the corner of her left eye and ran down her face. She sniffled once and dragged herself back together. She said, "Did you hear me when I told you, that this was just a lustful fun fuck and I had to get it over with, so I could make love with you. You and I have our fun fucks all the time. He and I will never make love."
I didn't say anything.
"The next and last thing I want you to know is from an earlier similar experience I had," She said.
I said, "DAMN LINDA, I tell you now, I can't take much more of this. Are you going to tell me you wanted to fuck another guy? One I never heard about."
"Yes," She said, "I will give you the short version, so I can get it over quickly. If you need more detail, tell me."
"I won't," I said.
She started a whole new tale. "When I was in my late twenties, playing soccer mom for Mike, he had a most wonderful coach."
I said, "I remember him. You are talking about Bobby Wilkinson, right? That big, Scott with the accent."
"Yes," she answered, "He was the third alpha male in my life; Uncle Gus, you, and then Bobby. Of course Ben is number four. I thought Booby might have been the most beautiful man on the planet. He was about 6'4", around 230 pounds. He had muscles on his muscles, and the bulge in shorts held great promise. To ease your soul I never got to play with it. He moved so well. He radiated sex. I watched as he ran, jumped and handled the ball as he interacted with the boys. He was so good with the boys. He always maintained strict discipline, but always praised each of them for a good job when they came off the field.
"I could tell the boys all loved him. I think they would rather be beaten by him than be kissed by someone else. They were only eight. I would have rather been kissed. My attraction to him escalated every time I went to a game. I noticed dampness in myself after watching him one day and dreamed about him for the first time that night. The butterflies started whenever he spoke to me. To make a long story short, I came to know I wanted him."
"Enough of that, let me tell you what happened," she said. "We became very friendly and even flirted a little. I wanted to sleep with him more and more. That's not right. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to try to fuck him to death. I lost it one day and had an orgasm. I was sitting in the stands watching him. It was a cool day, and I had a blanket around me. I felt a tingle in my twat and reached down to touch myself. When my fingers made contact my orgasm started. I helped it along a little bit. It wasn't very powerful. I did maintain my composure, and I didn't scream. It was, however, much more than the baby ones I have, and it was quite nice.
"I wanted to do it again ten minutes later, but I started feeling guilty, and it didn't happen. I knew in my heart that clearly that sweet orgasm had been a gift from Bobby. I accused myself of cheating, and the guilt overwhelmed me for a while.
"When I got home I was able to rationalize that I hadn't cheated. After all he never touched me that day. He had never touched me inappropriately. With my conscience eased I lay back on our bed, fantasized about spreading my legs to give him entry and masturbated. In my mind I could feel his cock pounding into me. I came hard, all over myself. I gave him credit for that one too. It was number two for him in one day. The guilt came back, but I beat it down again. It was easier that time."
I broke in, "Linda, that guy had to have been fifty years old, wasn't he?"
"Fifty-two," she said, "I checked; old enough to be my father. The grey hair at his temples turned me on. He was the proverbial silver-fox. I hope you look that good when you are fifty."
She continued, "I couldn't get him out of my mind. I wondered if he ever thought about me. I found myself alone with him a few days later. The boys were having a practice game, and they were all on the field. It was close to the end of the session, so Bobby and I were gathering up equipment getting ready to leave. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"We had been together for over two hours, most of that time alone. I came close to him and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. He looked like a giant from my perspective. He was at more than a foot taller than me. His wonderfully muscled body had a slight sheen of perspiration on it, and I got a whiff of a most manly odor. It must have been chock full of pheromones. My pants got wet."
"I couldn't help myself, I spoke quietly and said, 'I had a really nice dream about you.' He looked right into my eyes, I know he could see my soul."
"He said, in that highly accented voice if his, 'Well, how complimentary.' He paused waiting for me to say something but soon realized I was frozen in my spot. He smiled down at me, and asked in that beautiful accent, 'And was it erotic?'"
"I managed to reply, 'Very.' Then I added, 'Would you sleep with me?'
"He answered, 'Linda, you are quite the looker and a terrible temptation. It is my policy however,' he went on, 'to never dally with a married woman. Thank you so much for asking but I cannot. People like your young son there might suffer, should we be found out.'
"I thought, 'I have never been turned down by a man in my life, it was always the other way around.' The kids came in, and the conversation was over. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case."
Linda said, "He sent the kids to the snack bar as he always did. He gave them each a treat on his tab. They seemed to never abuse the privilege.
"We started to carry the gear to his SUV and found ourselves alone again." I asked, "What if I got a hall pass?"
"He looked at me quizzically," and said, "Please define hall pass."
I said, "My husband's permission."
"He seemed a little stunned, but maintained his composure." He asked, "Is that done here?"
"I said, sometimes."
"He was still, but soon came back to life. His accent was driving me wild. He said, 'In a case like that Pretty Lady, I would most certainly reconsider my former position.'"
Linda went on, "He looked at the group of boys and none of them were close. To my wonderful surprise he reached out and drew me into his arms. His kiss was as lovely as his accent. Our tongues met and mated in the same moment. He gently massaged one of my breasts in one of his big hands. The other pulled my bottom closer to him. He allowed me to feel his erection nestle against my abdomen. Here I was, in Heaven again."
She continued, "I broke the kiss after a long time. I couldn't see what was going on around us. I felt we shouldn't be caught.
"On the drive home I started to try to devise my plan. I had to figure out the best way to ask you for the hall pass. I had to find a way. I knew I couldn't go any farther without one. I really wanted to have Bobby inside me. There didn't seem to be any good options. It finally came to my mind that this would hurt you. I not only felt guilty, I felt dirty and selfish."
Drawing to her close she said, "To end this bit, I never found a way to approach you. The truth is, I chickened out. A few days later when I encountered Bobby, I told him you had said no. He said that he was far from surprised and that if someone as beautiful belonged to him he wouldn't allow other men to look much less touch. Then he gathered me up and kissed me again. It was another trip to Heaven. This time it was gentler and sweeter. He held me close, but he didn't fondle me. He told me that it had been a happy thought for him, and he held great disappointment in his heart. I loved to hear him talk."
"I saw him at the games for the rest of the season. We were friendly and worked together when it was my turn to help. Neither of us ever mentioned our situation. I knew I couldn't trust myself, so I never allowed us to be alone together again. I carried much disappointment in my heart."
I had to ask, "Linda, why did you think you had to tell me about Bobby? It could have just been water under the bridge, no harm, no foul."
"I had to Luke," she answered. "I want you to know about the aftermath of this episode. This is as simply as I can tell you. All of our experiences in life are stored in our brains as memories. I keep my special memories of Bobby in a special box. He was such a wonderful man. The box is displayed in a prominent place, because I go there so often. I remember his looks, from his massive muscular build, the grey in his hair and the laugh wrinkles around his eyes. I remember the way he was with the kids, the way he moved and a thousand other special details. The most beautiful memory is the first time he kissed me. I was so excited and full of anticipation. All these details are what make him different from other men, better than most. He, like you Luke, was a true alpha."
"What is important for you to know about is the other box for Bobby. It is on the same shelf. It is full of awful, terrible, ugly regret. Regret that our relationship didn't go farther. I regret that I didn't have the courage to ask you to let me be with him. One night would have been enough to empty the box of regret. If I had had that one night there would only be beautiful memories on the shelf where I keep Bobby's boxes."
Linda continued. "We are approaching middle age Luke. We will be old someday. I don't want to search through my memories when I am old and find only ugly regret. I will remember Ben when I am old, I don't want his box to be full of regret. Please Luke allow me to have him for just one night. You and I have had thousands of nights together, and we will have thousands more. Let me have one night with Ben."
I sat and watched the ducks for a minute.
She spoke, "That's all I have, Luke. I am so tired. I'm not going to think about this again until you tell me what to do. Do you still love me?"
I said, "Yes."
I stood and took her hand. She let me pull to her feet, hooked her arm in mine and leaned on me some. We walked slowly toward the house.
Juan and his crew were gone by the time we got back. We were alone.
She said, "I know you have work. I'm going to put the sheets on our bed. Then take a nap. I'm spent. Please come and hold me when you are finished."
I pulled her close and held her for a few seconds. I kissed her on the forehead and said, "I will, Little One. It will only be a few minutes."
I went to my home office and closed the door. The closed door is the indicator that I don't want to be disturbed. If the house was on fire Linda might open that door.
I cranked up my telephone and called Lex Barns. Lex and I go way back. I met him in Da Nang when I was there. He is a big old gruff ex-Army Ranger. He was working security at the air base that was being built. Most security people are low-level soldiers that spend most of their time walking guard posts. Lex was in charge of a unit responsible for vetting personnel who worked for the civilian construction crews involved in the project. He was good at his job.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I lost track of Lex when I came home. I didn't see him for about ten years afterward. I accidently ran across him one day in a book-store. He was working as fourth in command of a security unit at a Boing Aircraft facility south of Denton, Texas. He wasn't happy with his job.

My business by that time had grown to the point where we needed security people. I was contracting with an outside security firm for that service but wasn't happy with them. We were always targeted for our sensitive data. The outside firm usually caught the culprit but it was always after damage had already been done. I hired Lex to set up an in-house security department. He has kept his need for personnel low and thus kept the cost of the unit low. The company was actually saving money. Our losses of sensitive information had diminished markedly. He's a good man.
Lex answered his phone, "Hey, Boss, what's up?"
I said, "Hi, Lex, long time no see. Where have you been hiding out?"
He replied, "Oh, I've been hanging around the periphery keeping your ass out of trouble."
I said, "Well I've got a little chore for you. You can earn your keep for a couple hours. Have you got a pencil handy?"
"Yeah, shoot," he answered.
"I don't have much," I said, "but run with it, and see what you can come up with. The name is Ben Johnstone. I don't have a middle name or birth date. He is about ten years younger than me. That would make him thirty-one. That is probably accurate to within two years one way or another. I don't have an address either. He has been working with Linda for nine or ten months. Get me what you can on him by close of business tomorrow."
Lex asked, "What do you need on him?"
"Dirt," I said, "if there is any."
Lex came back, "Problem with this boy, huh? Is he hitting on Linda? You want me to go have a talk with him? I could fuck him up a little if need be. Hell, I could fuck him up a lot if you want."
"No, no," I replied to Lex, "It's not that bad. I would handle it myself if it was. I do have some upcoming negotiations with him, and I need to operate from a position of strength."
"Okay, Boss," He said. "I'll have some of what I can get on him in about two hours. Do you want me to call or is tomorrow soon enough? I will have a more complete dossier on your desk tomorrow afternoon."
"That will be great Lex, I will call you later," I said. "Get your ass by for lunch one day. I need some intelligent conversation."
He said, "Can do, I will see you sometime in the next couple weeks." He hung up.
There was nothing I could do until I got some information. I knew I would spend the next two hours kicking the whole thing around in my head. I could do that while I was cuddling with my young and vibrant wife.
I got naked, as is our custom and crawled in bed with her. I thought she was asleep, but she wasn't. She pushed me over on my back, nestled her head into the hollow of my shoulder and threw one leg over me. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. All in one fluid motion, the result of twenty years practice. There is no way this Benjamin Lewis Johnstone asshole was going to have her for five seconds, much less a night. I will find a way out of this. If not, I'll kill him. Dip-shit son of a bitch has been trying to get in my wife's pants for nine months. She needs a spanking for not telling me. I put that on the solution list, again.
She said, "I feel so safe when you hold me. Please don't stop loving me Luke." She fell asleep. She had been waiting for me to get there before she slept. I could tell she was emotionally exhausted.
I patted her on the butt and drew her closer. I lay there with her for two hours. I didn't sleep. Part of the mission was complete. Her mind was at ease for the first time in weeks probably, and now I am carrying the load. That's the way it should be. I'm stronger than she is, and besides, she doesn't want to kill the bastard.
I figured Lex Had some information for me by now, but I didn't want to get up. I stayed there with her for another hour. I didn't see how it would make any difference, and I needed to feel close to her. After all I was about to commit murder for her.
I managed finally to slide out of bed without waking her. In her sleep she wadded a pillow up in my place, made some sounds like a dreaming kitten and went back into a deep sleep. I put my robe on, slipped my feet into my house shoes and went to my office. I called Lex and made some notes on the information he had.
I got up and fixed myself a drink. It was five o'clock somewhere. I took a sip of the whiskey. It was straight this time. It felt good, working its way down my throat.
I sat back down, and read the notes again. What I needed was there. I didn't feel sorry for the shit head though. In fact to my chagrin it looks like he lucked out. I might not have to kill him. I chuckled. That was the first time that had happened since early this morning. I could clearly see the way out. It did entail some risk but not much. Now I have to decide how big Lex's bonus is going to be. He is a good man.
My plan started forming in my mind. I am one devious asshole when I need to be. The first thing I needed was a hall pass for Linda. I typed ten of them out on some middle-weight pink card stock that I had. I cut them apart and put them in my top drawer.
I sat there sipping my whisking, rereading the notes and trying not to laugh out loud. I couldn't let Linda catch me doing that. I was starting to think this was going to be fun. Then I thought, "Never underestimate your enemy, and never let yourself become overconfident."
I poured myself another whisky, and sat there for another hour. I was turning different scenarios over in my mind. I made a few notes when I had good thoughts that I especially wanted to remember.
I heard her coming down the stairs. A minute later she was standing outside my door looking in at me. She was wearing one of my long-sleeved white dress shirts. It was way too big for her, and the tail hung down half way between her butt and her knees. She knows that I think that is one of her sexiest looks. She is one hundred percent woman. She never misses a trick. She is trying to soften me up with that shirt. It always has the opposite effect. The monster stirred. I really was in a better mood.
I told her to get herself a glass of wine and come back. We needed to talk some.
In a minute she was back. I got up and walked to her and told her to set the wine down. She did. I picked her up like she was a toy doll and sat down on the couch. I put her face down over my lap and pulled her shirt tail up to expose her naked butt. I knew there would be no panties. I swatted her ten strokes, five on each cheek, fairly hard. I didn't hurt her, but she thought I did. I cupped my hand, so there was a loud smacking sound with each stroke. She was screaming, "Stop Luke, you're hurting me." She was thrashing like a snake and trying to find a way to get loose. I'm a lot bigger than her. I held her immobile.
When the last blow was delivered, I stood up and just dumped her on the floor. I was kind of proud, that was the first time I had ever spanked her. She had needed it before, but I had always found an excuse to let her off the hook. It is really hard to spank the woman you love.
I looked at her and pointed my finger down at her. I said, "Don't you say a word. You deserved that. This bullshit has been going on for nine months, and I just learned of it today. The next time your flirting shows the first sigh of causing trouble like this, you come straight to me and spill the beans. You are a most beautiful woman and the most precious thing in my world. Other men are welcome to admire you from afar, so to speak, but if they touch you in any fashion, I want to know of it right then, especially if you like it.
"When you tell me 'nothing bad happened' you need to remember this all went on behind my back. That's bad Linda. I'm more than a little pissed about it. My word woman, you were licking cum off his cock yesterday afternoon. Didn't you think that would make me angry?" I then asked, "Did you hear all that?"
She replied in a weak little voice, "Yes, Sir."
I almost shouted, "What did you say?"
Louder, "Yes Luke, I'm so sorry."
"Your Uncle Gus told me I would have to spank you someday. He said that your father had to do it several times when you were small. He also told me he had to do it a couple times when you lived with him. He said it was hard to spank your favorite little girl in the whole world. I didn't think it was hard; I enjoyed it. I might do it again sometime." Then I asked, "Did you hear all that?"
She answered a little quicker this time, "Yes Luke. Please don't stop loving me."
I really wasn't that mad at her. I knew a master seducer had set upon her. I am really proud of her; she never gave in all the way. She has proved the depth of her love for me. Still, I do have to set limits. There might be a next time.
She wasn't crying, but she had teared up. She didn't say anything else. I walked behind my desk and sat down. She stood up in front of the desk. She was a picture of beauty. She was standing there wearing my shirt in her bare feet, toes wiggling in the carpet, rubbing the cheeks of her ass with both hands. One little tear was running down her face. I told her to stay right there. The monster stirred.
I opened my desk drawer and pulled out one of the little pink cards. I said, "This is a hall pass."
Her mouth dropped open and a look of total bewilderment and disbelief captured her face. She was stunned into total silence. Her toes stopped wiggling and the ass rubbing stopped.
I picked up a pen and asked her, "When do you want to have this little sleep over with your little friend?"
She was speechless.
I said, "You had better start talking to me girl before I change my mind."
A tear rolled out of the other eye and the lip quiver had returned. She said, "Next Friday."
I asked, "Why not tonight?"
She sniffled once and said, "He would have to work tomorrow." Then asked, "Are you really going to let me do this?"
I said, "Yes."
She asked, "Why?"
I answered her, "We are going to talk about that. There are some conditions. I want you to have the pass so you know it is really going to happen. I need the dates.
I made a show of fussing with my calendar and wrote, from 6PM, Friday, September 16. Then I asked her, "Is one night enough?"
She stammered, "W-what?"
I repeated my question, "Is one night enough?" I went on, "If he doesn't do it right, aren't you going to want to make him do it over?"
She said, "What?"
I said, "Damn Linda, will you pay attention? Do you think you might want more than one night?"
She finally said, "No, that's all I had asked for."
"Okay," I said, and wrote, until 6PM, Saturday, September 17. In the blank that said Purpose, I wrote one extramarital sexual encounter. On the line that was labeled authorization I signed my name with a flourish, Luke Bowman. I handed her the card.
She staggered back to the couch and sat down heavily. She just sat, holding the card with both hands, staring at it. She was in denial. She couldn't believe it was real. She said, "You really signed it."
I said, "Linda, it's time for you to call your friend and tell him you have the signed card."
She replied, "No." After a long pause she said, "Not yet."
I said, "Well then, I'm hungry. Let's find something to eat. "She replied, "Okay," but just sat there.
Eventually I took her by the hand. I tugged her to her feet and we walked to the kitchen. I sat her at the island and asked what she wanted.
She replied, "Anything."
I went to the pantry and selected two cans of Campbell's Chunky Bean with Ham. I retrieved two soup bowls from the cabinet and emptied a can into each. I put both in the microwave oven and covered them with a paper towel, setting the cook time for two and a half minutes. By the time the oven signaled ready I had water, crackers, napkins and spoons on the table. I sat her bowl in front of her.
Linda said, "Thank you," but she just sat there holding the card in both hands, looking at it.
I began to eat. When I finished she was still just sitting there. I rinsed my bowl into the garbage disposal. I left the dirty bowl and spoon in the sink for Maria. I told Linda I was going to the den. I said, "When you finish come find me. We still have some talking to do."
She said, "Okay," but just sat there staring at the card.
I went to the den and sat in my recliner. Before I could turn on the TV I heard her running.
She jumped in my lap and took up her favorite position. Crying, she said. "I know you don't love me. Hold me anyway."
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close with enough pressure for her to feel it. I said, "I will always love you."
"No you don't. If you did you couldn't give me that damn card. It says it is all right for him to insert his penis in me and ejaculate inside of me. You wouldn't let that happen if you still loved me." She was trying not to talk ugly now.
I said, "Well Baby, I guess that's what it says, but that's not the way I thought about it." I thought it might be the right time to introduce a little more shock.
She paused a second, then ask sternly, "Well, how did you think about it?"
I answered her. "I thought he would stuff you full of that big hard cock of his that you think is so beautiful, then pump so much of his cum in you that it squirts back out around him."
Her whimpers turned to sobs. She said, "You don't love me anymore. How could you? I'm an awful wife, and a terrible person."
I said, "That's absolutely untrue, you are the best wife I could possibly have and a wonderful person. You just want some strange cock. I will always love you."
She asked, "Well then, why do you want this to happen?
I answered her, "You've got this turned around Sweetheart. I don't want this to happen. I hurts me very much too even think about it. You are the one who wants it to happen. You said you wanted to feel him empty himself inside you while you were having a powerful orgasm. I'm doing this for you."
Her mind was overloaded, strictly reacting to emotion. I wondered if all women were totally void of reason. That can't be true. Most of the time she thinks very well. It's probably only when they think about sex. If they thought about the repercussions of sex, the tribulations and pain of pregnancy, never mind the financial burden, they would never let anyone fuck them. Procreation would not occur.
I asked, "Where is the card?"
"I don't know," she answered, "I lost it."
I said, "Little One, you don't have to lose it, you can just give it back. I'm not going to force you to go through with this." I thought to myself, "This was a scenario I hadn't thought about earlier. This might work out better than I had hoped. If she came to her senses and chickened out, then I could just go have a talk with her little friend. Problem solved, I wouldn't even have to kill the son of a bitch, just fuck him up some."
She seemed to get some control back. There was a time when she didn't speak. Then she said, through her sniffles, "I can't give it back." After a pause she said, "I still want to sleep with him."
My heart sank. I said, while the knot of pain re-formed in my gut, "Take a break, Little One, and make up your mind." It was hard for me not to cry.
She said, between a whimper and a gasp for breath, "I don't want to hurt you, Luke. I love you. Hold me tighter."
I said, "Take a break." I held her tighter.
It probably took a half an hour, but eventually she became quiet. Her breathing became more regular and she fell asleep. I held her tightly. I cried a little. I couldn't help it. I tried not to move, I was afraid I would wake her.
I found myself lost in thought. Some really trashy things went through my mind. "What if I ran my scam, and she didn't go for it. I knew there was a small risk it wouldn't work. If she still wanted to sleep with him what would I do? She thinks the pass is real. Hell, it is real. I signed it. It's the fulfillment of a promise made long ago. All she wants is a little strange cock. I really do owe it to her. She only married me twenty years ago, because I agreed to carry that debt. She is not going to fall in love with this asshole and run away from me. She will come back.
"The Eskimos believe that when their wives laugh with another, they are the same as they were before. Could I be strong enough to suffer through this? Gus told me I would have to be strong." Eventually my mind cleared for a few seconds, and I fell asleep.
Sometime in the wee hours she woke me. She was trying to get out of my lap. When she realized I was awake she said, "I have to tinkle. Let's go to bed."
She went upstairs to our bathroom, and I used the first floor powder room. I had to take a leak too. We got undressed and crawled in our bed together. We spooned, and she fell asleep almost immediately. It took me a little longer. There was no sex. The monster expressed his disappointment.
For some reason I woke up early. Dawn was just breaking. I snuck out of bed and donned my robe and slippers. I went downstairs and made a pot of coffee. I took the insulated carafe, a spoon and a box of sugar cubes out to the round table on the patio. I came back in, retrieved a mug from the cabinet and went back outside to sit. I couldn't see the sunrise from here, but I could see the world wake up around the lake.
For some reason my mind was in better shape this morning. I think the sleep helped. Maybe it would help Linda too.
The question came back. Am I strong enough to let this thing happen if it comes to that? Then I knew the answer. If it comes to it I will have to be. I will not stop her. The true reason was not the promise that I made to her. She had released me from that but it is still an excuse if need be. I think the real reason is the story she told me about Bobby Wilkinson, and the box full of regret. I will not have her carrying regret for the rest of her life. I know that I will suffer greatly if this happens but it will be temporary. She will help me get over it. My hate for this asshole she is involved with is growing.
Suddenly it was two hours later. The patio door slid open, and there she stood. She was bright and shiny again. How does she do that so early in the morning? Pony tail again, white walking shorts, red pullover shirt and red walking shoes with low white socks. I would bet money no underwear at all. No makeup either. She never wears it at home and rarely at work. She is just so naturally pretty she doesn't need it. Other women detest her for that.
She was waving a coffee mug. "Can I have some of that, pointing at the carafe?"
I answered her, "it's a little old Sweetheart. Sit down and I'll make some more."
She picked the container up and thumbed it open. She brought it up to her nose and said, "This is okay. It's still hot." That carafe is like a good thermos bottle. Hell, I guess that's what it is. She poured herself half a mug.
She sat and looked at me. It appeared that she was studying me while she sipped her coffee. She tried to be cheerful and indulged me in small talk. She tried to smile but couldn't quite make it work. Neither of us brought up the elephant in the room. I wanted her to bring it up, but that wasn't going to happen. She has developed the capacity to put things off to a fine art.
I finally broke the ice. I said, "The mallards are still together."
She swung her gaze to where I indicated. You could see them on the other side of the lake near a bunch of cattails. It looked like they were feeding. She said, "They spent the night together, they're having breakfast."
I said, "They still love each other."
I looked at her, and a tear escaped from the corner of one eye and trickled down her face.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She said, "I'll make breakfast, if you will walk around the lake with me after we're done."

I stood and said, "All right, I'll go up and get a quick shower and get dressed." I walked over, bent down, kissed her forehead and said, "We still love each other too."
I showered. The water felt so good I stayed until I started to wrinkle. After I shaved, dried my hair and brushed my teeth, I dressed. Blue golf shorts, a white polo, white running shoes and white socks. I went commando too; you never know.
Breakfast today was pancakes, with butter and maple syrup. There was also sausage, orange juice and a fresh pot of coffee. Like yesterday, the food was properly prepared and very good. I spoke to myself under my breath, "I love this woman. There is no way I'm going to let that dip-shit fuck her. What is she thinking?"
When we were both finished eating, she rose and came around her chair to me. She took my hand, tugged me to my feet and said, "Let's go."
We quietly walked down the path to the lake trail hand in hand. I was determined to let her start the conversation. When we got to the trail and turned left she said, "Just walk quietly with me and hold my hand Luke. I am trying to make a decision and I need your strength. You can think too. I am going to ask you some questions in a few minutes and I will need the absolute truth, like you told me yesterday."
I said, "Okay."
We walked about a quarter mile, and we saw Maria drive up to the garage. Linda asked for my cell phone. These things were brand new and handy as a pocket on a shirt. She knew I always carry it for business reasons. She waited until Maria went into the house, and then called our home line.
Maria answered, "Bowman residence, Maria speaking."
Linda said, "Maria, its Linda. Luke and I are walking around the lake. We are going to be home all day. Please clean up the dishes and make up our bed. You can have the rest of the day off if you like.
Maria responded, "Ah-ha, you don't want the old cleaning lady around while the hanky-panky is going on."
Linda laughed a little and said, "You are so perceptive. Oh, make up the bed in the pool house. We did the hanky-panky in there too."
Maria said, "Okay Boss Lady, thanks for the free time.
They said their goodbyes and hung up. Linda handed me my phone back.
We walked another quarter mile. Linda had me sit on one of the benches scattered around the path. She took my hand in hers and said, "Luke, you are fighting dirty. You accused me of that yesterday and I was guilty. Not like you though. You are really over the top."
I feigned innocence.
She went on, "You said if I spilled my guts totally I would be mentally off the hook. You said you would make the decision about what to do, and I agreed to abide by it. Then you gave me the damn card. Next you told me I could give the card back if I wanted to. That drops the decision-making back in my court. That's unfair.
I answered, "Linda they say all's fair in love and war. For me this is love and war both. I love you so much I can't even stand the thought of you being in bed with the asshole you want to sleep with. We both know there won't be much sleeping. I truly hate the bastard and I have never had a conversation with the son of a bitch. You should have known I would fight dirty.
She said, "Luke, please stop talking about Ben that way. It serves no purpose. He really is a fine man. If you and he had met under different circumstances you could be great friends.
I said to myself, "Hu-uh." Then to her, "Okay, reprimand accepted. Let's move on to the next question."
She said, "I am about to make a decision; one you should have made. Are you willing to abide by it?"
I answered, "Yes, I do have some conditions. They are mainly for your safety and my comfort. We can talk about them now if you like, before you make your decision. You and your friend will both have to agree."
She asked, "What are they?"
"I am concerned about disease. I will require that he have a blood test before Friday."
Her response was, "There is no need, because he has told me that he has been exclusive with his wife for twelve years. He carries no disease."
I said, "Okay, if that is true I will consider that you're in compliance. Next is hygiene; this is mostly for you. When I deliver you to him you will be freshly bathed and in clean clothes from the skin out. Your bath is to include a thorough douche. I want you to be clean inside and out. When he returns you to me, you will be in the same condition. Take clean clothes and whatever toiletries you need to make this happen."
She replied, "Agreed."
I went on, "The time frame indicated on your pass will be thoroughly adhered to. You and he may be together at, or after 6 PM Friday, and you shall be returned before 6 PM, Saturday. Do not be as much as one second late."
She said, "Agreed. Just give me all of them, I'll stop you if there is a problem."
"Okay," I replied, "Here goes. No means no. If he requests an act you are not comfortable with, you can comply if you want, but if you say no it will not happen. Next, he shall not mark you in any way. There will be no bruises, hickies, love bites or any other mark on you when you are returned.
"Further, you will at all times have access to your cell phone. I will not call you but you will be free to call me at any time. We will set code words to indicate if you are in any distress, or need rescue. I will always know where you are, and you will make the reservations. I suggest a nice little bed and breakfast In Gainesville.
"No one is likely to know you there, and it is less than an hour away. I will always be close by but you will never see me unless you need me. The last thing, and this is not negotiable, this will be over Saturday at 6 PM. You told me he asked you for only one night, you asked me for one night, and I offered you more when I made out the pass. It will be over Saturday. That's it.
"If the both of you comply, I will have no further problem if you decide to go through with this," I said. "If you both comply, you can go to him with no reservation, and no guilt. I promise I will never hold this against you and I will always love you. It will be painful for me, but I am strong enough to handle it, and I am truly convinced it is the lesser of two evils. Don't get the wrong idea. I am not trying to talk you into doing this. I wish you wouldn't. The longer I think about it though, the surer I am it's not the wrong thing to do.
"Luke," she said, "You are being overly cautious. Ben would never hurt me and he has accepted no several times already. To ease your mind I will agree and I'm sure he will to."
She asked, "Why did you decide to throw the ball back in my court?"
"Several reasons," I said, "Do you want to hear them all?"
"Yes."
"Number one, the only way for me to know we are doing what you truly want to is for you to make the decision and for me to agree to follow it beforehand. We have done that.
"Number two, twenty years ago I promised if this happened, I would give you a hall pass. When you made me remember that, I realized it was a real promise and was important to you. I had to accept that debt or risk losing you. I chose to make the promise. I try hard to keep all my promises; especially to the woman I love.
"Number three, the way you explained to me my not getting credit for the easy orgasm. It made me understand how much you need for this to happen.
"Number four, the story you told me about Bobby Wilkinson. I cannot stand the thought of you having more regrets. Regrets are painful, and they will last the rest of your life. Any regret from this episode will not be on me, if you make the decision.
"Number five, I am willing to suffer the pain generated from this if you decide to go through with it. It will not last a lifetime as your regret would. It is the lesser of two evils. I know you will help me get past it.
"Number six, I don't believe you love or will fall in love with this guy. I know that you will not run away with him.
"Number seven, the fact that you always resisted going all the way with him proves to me the depth of your love for me. I know that is what is most important, and I know this sleep over is not going to change that. If you didn't have that love for me, the fact of you having all the way sex with him would be a part of history by now."
She was quiet.
I said, "Sweet Heart, I love you so much. When you say nothing bad happened, I know that what you were really saying is you didn't go all the way. I believe that is the truth. The other truth is a lot of bad things did happen. I'm not going to list them all, but I do want to talk about the worst two.
"First, the picture I have in my mind of, you on your knees licking his cum from his cock is very painful for me. It is truly terrible. I almost threw-up when you told me. As far as the pain, I didn't know I could hurt, that much. That was especially true when you said it made you so happy inside when he smiled at you for doing it. It will haunt me for a while. I will get past it.
"Secondly and most damaging to me, is the fact that you didn't come to me with this the first second you knew you were in trouble. I think you probably thought that you could handle it alone like you did with Bobby, but this time you couldn't put the genie back in the bottle. I know you were afraid. Don't ever leave me out of the loop again. Besides Gus, I am the only person on this planet that will always do what is right for you.
"These things have been forgiven. That's what the spanking was for. I believe they both happened because you were caught in a trap. I didn't really enjoy spanking you. I just told you that. I hope it never happens again, but that is up to you. There will be things I will not tolerate from here on."
She became quiet, and sat there holding my hand for a time. She said, "Walk with me." We continued our journey in silence.
When we returned to the house. She asked, "Luke, may I be alone for a while? I can't think about this anymore if I am with you."
"Yes, I have to go to the office for a couple hours anyway." I held her for a minute, kissed her softly and said, "Don't leave here while I'm gone and do not communicate with Ben. I want to be the first to know what your decision is."
She nodded.
To be continued.

[Rocky@handsome]

This is absolutely incredible—easily some of the best narration I’ve read lately! I am hanging on every word, but I have to admit, my heart is racing. I’m truly hoping Linda doesn't do anything to betray Luke. Their bond is everything, and I’m rooting for her to stay loyal!


Regards
Rocky ❤️

[Ramesh_Rocky]

When we returned to the house she asked, "Luke, may I be alone for a while? I can't think about this anymore if I am with you."

I answered, "Yes, I have to go to the office for a couple hours anyway." I held her for a minute, kissed her softly. "Don't leave here while I'm gone and do not communicate with Ben. I want to be the first to know what your decision is."
She nodded.
I changed clothes into something more appropriate for the office and left.
Lex's dossier was already on my desk. I opened it and read down the list of fuck-ups this creep had been involved in. If he was hustling all these attached women he better get the hell out of Texas. Men get hanged here for stealing a horse or a cow. What might happen to a wife thief? Drawing and quartering might not be out of the question.
I took care of a couple minor problems and put another one off onto my assistant, Alice. It really didn't matter which way she went on this one, but I'm trying to get her some experience in making decisions on her own. She is a smart girl and can be of great help, but she is hesitant to think for herself. She is young. She will be fine with a little more time.
I told Alice I would be in and out the rest of the week, but I would be available by cell phone and to call if she needed me. I escaped and went home taking Lex's documents with me.
When I got home I saw Linda on the far side of the lake. She was feeding the ducks. She stood and waved. I flashed my lights at her, so she would know that I had seen her.
I walked into the house and thought, "its five o'clock somewhere." I poured myself a double and took it to my chair in the den. It would take Linda at least fifteen minutes to return from where she was. I could use the time to have my drink take effect. Actually my mind was doing pretty well after reading the report Lex had provided.
Right on time she entered through the kitchen, and a minute later she walked into the den with a glass of wine in her hand. She didn't flop into my lap like I expected her to. She sat in the love seat to my left and quietly looked at me. I resolved to let her speak first no matter how long I had to wait.
Twenty minutes later she finished her wine placing the glass in a coaster on the coffee table. She rose and walked to the side of my chair and said, "Hold me."
I opened my arms and she cuddled into my lap. She lay there a while, and I felt her start to whimper. Finally, in a low trembling voice she said, "Luke, my wonderful Luke. You are the only man I have ever loved and the only one I will ever love. I love you with all my heart and soul." Then in a whisper I could barely hear said, "I still want to sleep with him."
I held her closer and quietly died a little bit more inside. I knew that Ben was never going to lay his hands on her again, but the thought of what had already happened and what she wanted to happen hurt.
She lay there mewing.
I bent down and sang in her ear, "Don't worry baby, everything will turn out all right." Then, I asked her, "What did the ducks think about that?"
She answered, "I didn't tell them. I am ashamed of being such a slut. I didn't want them to know."
I said, "Linda, you aren't a slut. You have been faithful to me since you were fourteen years old. How could you be a slut? I think I know what's going on. Do you want me to tell you what I think?"
She raised her head to look into my eyes and said, "Yes, I surely don't understand."
"I believe," I said, "That subconsciously you are concerned about reaching middle age. You didn't do any sexual experimentation with other partners like most women do when you were younger. Your subconscious mind is telling you to do that now, before you become too old. This situation makes you very susceptible to other men's advances. You become infatuated easily. It's not your fault.
Everyone knows this happens to men so often that it is considered normal. They call it, Middle Age Crazy. The fact is it happens to most women too. In your case it is most powerful, because you are an extremely sensuous woman. You have a very strong libido and have only had one sex partner in your whole life. I should have seen this coming and should have been better prepared to help you through it.
I detest the idea of you going to bed with Ben. I think he is a terrible person. If I have to share you with another man I would not have chosen him. You did choose him however, and in the end it's your choice to make. I know you really want to do this, and all things considered I don't believe I should stand in your way. We've talked about this. I don't want to be responsible for your regret. I know now that I can handle it, but I'll be glad when it is over, so I can have my wife back. I've turned it over in my mind again and again. I can handle it."
She paused then asked, "Are you really sure?"
"Yes, I will handle it. I just want it over with.
"All right," she said, "here is my decision. In a minute I'm going to get up and call Ben. I am going to invite him to spend Friday night with me at the bed and breakfast you suggested in Gainesville. I looked it up, and it will be perfect. When I leave with him Friday I will let myself become totally involved and immersed in him. He will help me do that. I have to do this. If I don't or can't do it, I will have you in my mind, and guilt won't let me carry through."
I was silent.
She went on, "Now, I'm going to fight dirty again. All you will have to do to stop this is to say Linda, don't do this, or Linda, this is a bad idea. Just say no, any time between now and 6 PM Friday. It will not happen, and you my husband, can have a talk with Ben, and inform him he is not to have further contact with me forever. Next, you can take me home and spank me again. It wasn't that bad. The ball is back in your court, Sweetheart."
I was silent.
She went on, "If you allow me to go through with it, I will return to you squeaky clean and on time. I will spend the rest of my life being the best wife you can imagine. Either way, I will always love you. By the way, I did tell that to the ducks."
I said, "Little One, I'm not going to stop you. I think you should go make your call to Ben. Tell him to meet us at Ted's Place, at 5 PM Friday. I want an hour to talk with him face to face. He must agree to my conditions, like you did, or I will stop it. You need to make your reservations as well. The only way this isn't going to happen is if you change your mind of your own free will."
To myself, I said, "Now, Luke boy, your scam better work, or you will have to kill the dip-shit at Ted's Place."
The three days until Friday were a real bitch for me. I knocked around, kicked around and couldn't think about anything, but my up-coming sit-down with the asshole. I memorized the dossier, all the names and places. I went fishing once and went in to work one day. Time dragged on. I thought about asking Gus to kill the bastard before Friday. If he knew the situation, he would be glad to do it for me. He could make it look like an accident, that way we wouldn't have to let Linda know we were involved.
There wasn't any sex. Oddly enough, I just wasn't interested. I held her in bed a lot, but mostly we just slept. When she tried to instigate something the monster wouldn't rise to the occasion. That scared me. It had never happened, before. Maybe, I'm having a psychological problem. I wonder why. Linda didn't really try too hard. I think subconsciously she was saving herself. I really got angry thinking about that.
Friday afternoon finally came.
Ted's Place is a nice little neighborhood bar a block off the main drag. Ted is a friend and a contemporary of Gus's. He is good people. I can't remember when I didn't know him. He doesn't try to make a living with the joint. He is retired military, and he has old family money. He opens the bar three days a week, Thursday through Saturday. If it just does a little better than break even, he is happy. He only runs one shift, five in the evening until two in the morning. He sells beer, whiskey and wine. If you need food you can bring it with you, or he will order a pizza for you. The Pizza Hut delivers. He has a couple pool tables, and a small dance floor with a jukebox.
Ted saw us walk up and opened two minutes early for us. We exchanged pleasantries. I told him, Ben Johnstone was coming to meet us. I saw a question in Ted's Eyes.
He asked, "What ya got goin' with that prick, if it's any of my business?"
I looked at Linda and grinned. I told Ted, "It's just a little negotiation session. It shouldn't take long."
Ted said, "Well, find yourself a seat. I'll send him to ya when I see him. Mary will be around to take your order."
Linda excused herself to go to the powder room. I picked a table on the edge near a wall. Except for the area near the bar, the whole place was dark. The only light would be the candles in their little red holders on each table. The waitress, Mary, would light them as people were seated. The place was set up for about a hundred customers seated at tables for four. If a bigger party came in they would shove tables together, until they had enough seats to accommodate. I couldn't remember ever seeing more than thirty-five or forty people there at any one time.
Mary and Ben showed up at the table about the same time. Ben stuck his hand out to shake. I pretended not to notice. He got the message. I noticed that Mary was not especially happy to see Ben either. Ben must have some history that wasn't in the dossier.
Mary was a little sweetheart. She was twenty-two, cute as a button, and in her third year at the great college of the minds at College Station. She was carrying a GPA high enough that she had already been accepted for Vet college after she graduated. She had been roommates one year with Ted's granddaughter. If you saw Ted with both the girls, you wouldn't be able to detect a difference in the way he treated them. He loved them both like granddaughters. He let them both work when they could, or when they needed a little extra cash. Anyone who got out of line with either of them would be in deep trouble here.
Mary smiled at me and asked, "What are you going to have Luke, the usual MGD?
I nodded.
She looked at Ben and asked, "And for you, Mister Johnstone?"
I thought, "Yep, she knows who he is, and chose not to call him Ben. There was a little ice hanging in the air.
He said, "The usual Mary. How have you been?"
Mary didn't have any Idea what his usual was, so I decided to cover for her.
I said, "Mary, you know Ben is a Bud man." I got that from the dossier. "Let me buy him a Genuine Draft, maybe we can make a convert."
She looked at him, and he nodded.
I said, "Mary, do you remember everyone's usual?"
She answered, "I remember the usual from all the big tippers." She grinned, and bent down to my ear. She whispered loud enough for Ben to hear, "and the ones I want to sleep with."
I said, you better get out of here you little trollop before you get us both in trouble. Linda is here somewhere."
She let her eyes get big, and put her fingertips to her lips. "Oh, yes sir, white wine for the lady." She turned to walk away, and I swatted her on the butt. She wiggled a little extra, looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.
Ben said, "My, my, you do have a way with the ladies."
I replied, "so do you, I understand."
Linda walked up to the table and said, "I see you've met." She then looked down at me and asked, "May I sit next to Ben?"
I answered, "No ma'am, not in my presence. When ya'll are alone you can do whatever you want." I stood and helped her into her chair. The charming bastard across the table also stood.
I said, "Well, we have already burned fifteen minutes of the hour I reserved. I think we should get started." I said, "Ben, I find myself in the terrible position where I feel I am obligated to share the most valuable thing in my world with you. I'm not going to explain how I got in this position. Maybe Linda will tell you, if you are interested.
Quite honestly, if I had made the choice it could not have been you. It was Linda's choice to make. You have been sneaking around, behind my back, trying to steal my wife for almost a year. I doubt that we will ever be friends. That upsets me more than you know. My first thought when Linda finally told me what was happening, was to kill your young ass, and feed you to the fish in Lake Ray Roberts."
"Linda saved your life," I continued. "She told me that you were a fine young man and a perfect gentleman. She informed me that you were never improper with her either by word or touch, until she flirted with and encouraged you. She told me that she precipitated this situation, it was her fault and if I killed you that would be her fault to. She said you were a good man.
"Here we sit. I have given her my permission to spend twenty-four hours, with you, for the purpose of extramarital sex. She shall not be bound by her marital vows to me. She in effect has a, hall pass."
Linda took the pink card from her purse and showed it to him. He grinned like the cat that ate the canary.
I continued, "I do, however, have a few conditions that I expect you to agree to right now and live up to later. If you cannot agree to any one of them, the Hall Pass is rescinded. Linda has already agreed to all of them."
Ben said, "Shoot."
"My first concern is disease. My requirement originally, was for you to have a blood test before today. Linda said that you had told her that you had been monogamous with your wife for twelve years and there was no chance of disease. That being true the requirement for a blood test is waived. Further there will be no need for the use of prophylactics as Linda can't get pregnant."
I went on, "Frankly, the disease thing was most important to me, and the rest are just minor rules of conduct that I'm sure you would follow, anyway, gentleman that you are."
I went through the list, as I had done with Linda. I didn't mention the communication codes that Linda and I had agreed to. He held up his hand in question only once. When I said the whole episode would be over Saturday.
He asked, "What if we both want to meet again or have an ongoing affair for a while?"
I said, "Ben, Linda only asked me for one night. She told me that you had only asked her for one night. One night is all the pass is good for. If you cannot agree to this the pass is rescinded. I will take my beautiful wife home, and the episode is over."
Linda asked, "I know I'm just a girl, but may I speak?"
I answered, "Of course you may speak, Sweetheart. You are not just a girl. You are, The Girl, this is all about."
She looked at Ben and said, "Ben, this condition is non-negotiable. Our time together will end tomorrow evening. I have already agreed to this. Luke means what he says. He will take me home, and you and I will have missed our only chance to be together. You must agree, and you must live up to that agreement, or I will leave here with Luke, willingly. All he has to do is ask."
Ben looked my way and said, "In that case, I reluctantly agree."
I said, "That's all I have. Unless either of you have something further, it appears the deal has been struck."
Ben said, "Great, I'm ready to go Linda. Are you ready?"
Linda blushed and smiled at him.
I said, "Hold on, I really do want to observe the rules. Your pass doesn't start for ten more minutes. Let's at least finish our drinks."
Ben replied, "Damn, Luke haven't you put us through enough?"
I answered, "Yeah, probably. Sorry man, but by the way, where is Carolyn?
His eyes snapped back to me and he said in a surprised voice, "What?"
I replied, "Well, I assumed she would be here. Surely, she wants to know exactly what is going on. I was going to ask her to dinner, after you two left. Maybe we could have gone dancing. That would have been fun, but I couldn't have taken it any farther. Linda hasn't given me a pass. We don't cheat."
I let that hang in the air for a moment then said, "Oh, I see Ben, Carolyn doesn't know does she? Do you think she would be upset?"
Linda was starting to pay attention.
Ben replied, "So that's it. I knew this was an ambush. You're going to tell her aren't you?"
"No Ben, you don't have to worry about that. She has never done anything that would make me want to make her suffer like that. I guess she never knew about Amy Foster either. Did she?
Linda broke in, "Who the hell is Amy Foster?"
"Amy was the boss lady at Ben's last place of employment," I answered. "Ben forgot to tell us about her when he said he and Carolyn were exclusive. Do you want to tell us now Ben?"
There was some flame in Ben's eyes, but he didn't answer.
I paused and went on. "Linda, Amy and Ben had an illicit affair that lasted about three months. Amy's husband of fifteen years finally caught them and it got real ugly. He divorced her, and as I understand it she is going to lose her business in the process. The worst part was, of course, there were two children involved. She has an eleven year old boy and a girl of seven."
There was one other married woman you took advantage of in that office. Isn't that true Ben?
No answer.
I looked at Linda. Her beautiful green eyes were starting to well up.
I said, "You're screwing one of the younger girls where you and Linda work right now, as I understand it."
Linda said, "WHO?"
Ben knew the party was over. He said, "I won't talk about that."
Linda and I looked at each other. I said, "Becky."
Linda came apart. She kept her voice low, but there was venom in it. She said, "Damn Ben, she is only nineteen."
I said, "Yeah, she didn't have much of a chance with a guy like Ben."
Linda said in a calm voice, "That's enough Luke. You were right, I was wrong. This is not the fine young man I thought he was."
I said, "Linda, there is a lot more If you want to hear it. I had Lex do a complete work up on him. The only thing I found that was good about him was that he really was true to Carolyn for almost a full year after their marriage."
She turned toward Ben and asked him, "If we continued with this and Carolyn found out, whom do you think would suffer the most?"
The bastard answered with a chuckle, "I know the answer to that, me."
Linda said, "That's the wrong answer you selfish bastard. It would be those two beautiful daughters that Carolyn gave you."
She went on a tirade then. "My wonderful husband has saved me from the predator that he said you were. He called you a master seducer, and he was right. You have manipulated me for almost a year now. You've had me believing I was a no good tease, and a horrible person, because I didn't fuck you after flirting with you. I thought of myself as a slut and a whore, because of my infatuation for the man you made me believe you were.
"You tried hard to get me to screw you behind my husband's back. You had no regard for the effect that could have had on my and Luke's marriage. Hell, you had no concern on how it could affect your own relationship with your wife or how it could hurt your girls. You have cheated on Carolyn so many times, you don't even think about it anymore.
"I'm sure she must know. Can you imagine the pain she is in? I'm sure she thinks she has to endure it for her children's sake. You did all this just for you own sexual gratification. Who knows how many lives you have destroyed, you piece of shit.
Linda paused. She didn't so much as whimper, but tears ran down her face. She said, "Luke, my darling Luke, please let me go home with you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to find a way to attain your forgiveness for bringing this animal into our lives. Please can we leave now?"
I answered, as I handed her the keys to my truck, "Wait for me, Sweetheart, I want just a minute alone with Ben."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Both Ben and I stood when she rose from her seat. She walked away and made her way to the exit, without speaking to Ted or Mary.

I looked at Ben and said, "Man I know I was a little hard on you, but that was the only way I could win." I could see in his eyes he thought I was going to apologize. That wasn't going to happen.
I said, "In the interest of saving Linda from further stress, and you and I from physical strife, I think it would be wise if you had no further contact with her."
Ben, replied, "Luke, I'm not nearly the ogre that you painted me to be just now. I do, however, know who I am and most of what you accused me of was true. Without walking in my shoes, or knowing the relationship I have with my wife, you can't know what is inside of me, or why I do the things I do.
"The fact is, chasing women is what I have always done. I have developed it to an art. Linda was my most challenging project. If I had won her, she would have been my greatest conquest. She is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I have ever pursued, and she truly loves her husband."
He paused, and went on, "I didn't win, and you did. I truly envy you. My complaint is it wasn't a fair fight. You had her love going for you. All I had was a little charisma, the offer of excitement and some variety. Make no mistake I don't blame you for fighting dirty. If she were mine, I would go to any length to protect and defend her."
I said, "Ben, what are you getting at."
He answered, "Please hold on, and hear me out Luke. I found out what I could about you before I agreed to meet you here. Your ambush was not a total surprise. I pretty much expected it, but the prize was worth the risk so to speak. You have the reputation of being a pretty bad dude."
"This boy ain't no, Texan," I thought. In Texas a dude is a limp wristed asshole who is afraid to get off the porch and run with the big dogs. This fucker just insulted me and didn't even know it. I won't allow that many more times even if it is an accident.
He went on, "I understand you are a Vietnam vet. You served in a, L.R.R.P. unit. If my information is correct that stood for, Long Range Recon Patrol. As I understand it, those units were well trained combat soldiers, who spent up to several weeks at a time behind enemy lines."
I said, "That's close to right, but there weren't any lines in Nam. We did operate in enemy-held territory. I hated that part of my life, and I try not to think about it much less talk about it. Get on to where you're going."
"OK," he said, "When you got home you went to work as a cop in Dallas. You worked beat 64, which was generally the Fair Park area in South Dallas. I hear you could get ten years of experience in a year on that beat."
I broke in again, "Yeah, that's why they sent the rookies down there. It wasn't fun either after a while, and Linda didn't like for me to do it. I quit after two years. It was maybe the trashiest job I ever had. Get on with it. I don't want to stay here all night. My wife is waiting for me, and I'm going to have a lot more fun this weekend than you are. We've got some make-up sex to take care of."
"Okay, Okay, Here it is," he said. "I belong to the Lone Star Gym down the street. I do a little boxing. I think I'm pretty bad too, and I'm ten years younger than you. I think I can take you in a fair fight. I want you to give me a shot. You know you would like to kick my ass. What do you think?"
I said, "I think it would be a waste of time, and I'm not interested."
He looked at me and grinned. "Well," he said, "I have a wager in mind that might make it interesting for you.'
"Yeah," I said, "What, ya got?"
"If you win," he said, "You and Linda will never hear from me again. If I win, you give me another shot at her. My plan is to try to nail her behind your back, but if she asks for a hall pass you give it to her, no strings attached."
I asked, "What if we don't do this?"
He smiled at me and said, "In a case like that Luke, I'll figure you are a wimp pussy, and I'll take another shot at her anyway." He kicked back in his chair. The front two legs came off the floor and he held himself in balance with the palms of his hands on the table's edge. He said, "Take your time, think about it."
I took a pull of my beer and thought about it. The beer was warm. The first thing was he had just assumed a totally defenseless position, arrogant bastard. He may be a boxer, but he is certainly no street fighter. Secondly, he just royally fucked up. I didn't want to raise a ruckus in here for Ted's sake. If Ben had just agreed to leave Linda alone, I would have just walked out and left him in one piece.
Now I had problem I had to fix. I am going to get to fuck him up some, which is what I really want to do anyway. I'm not going to give him any kind of chance. He is ten years younger and he looks to be in good shape. Never underestimate your enemy. I've got two inches in height and probably a couple inches in reach. I've got probably twenty pounds on him. Honestly, some of that may be fat but not much. I need to do him right now."
I decided to set him up, with an old Ninja technique. The one I had in mind I think of as, Blinded by the Light. If a man is in a dark environment, his natural instinct is to follow a bright light with his eyes. This destroys his night vision, and he can't see anything outside the circle of light. He is, Blinded by the Light. The brightest light around here was the candle on the table.
I accidentally nudged an ashtray off the table onto the floor. I reached down, as if I was feeling around in the dark trying to retrieve it. I pretended I couldn't find it and held the candle below the edge of the table for a few seconds. I then brought the ashtray and the candle up and sat them on the table. Sure enough Ben was following every movement of the candle with his eyes. He couldn't see me. He was, Blinded by the Light.
I jabbed hard with my strong right and made contact with the heel of my hand, where the bottom of his nose connected with his upper lip. I felt the cartilage in his nose separate from the bone. It's been said you can kill a man with this punch if you strike hard enough. You can separate the bone in the nose from the skull at the weak point between the eye sockets. The bone would slide under the forehead and enter the brain.
I had an instructor once tell me that couldn't happen. He said you would need a weapon to break the skull there. Who knows? The power of martial arts techniques are often exaggerated.
At any rate, I didn't hit him that hard, but the tip of his nose laid nicely to his left cheek and stayed there. There was some blood. My intent was to stun him and get him on the floor. He, and the over balanced chair, fell backwards together. He was moving around trying to get stable on all fours so he could get up. I saw his right hand splayed wide on the concrete floor in front of me and stomped hell out of it with the heel on my riding boot. I felt bones crunch. The fight was over. Poor Ben was in shock already, and he couldn't get up.
There was a janitor's cart parked in its nook, about ten feet down the wall. I walked over and picked up half a dozen bar towels and threw them on our table. I then helped Bad Ben get back into an upright position and in his chair. I put a towel in his hand and told him his nose was bleeding.
Ted was at the bar where there was light. He was also blinded but he had heard the commotion. He said loudly, "Luke, What's goin' on over there?"
I answered, "We were arm wrestling and Ben fell out of his chair."
"Yeah, well don't tear the place up."
"That won't happen."
Ted went back to his only other customers. They were all seated at the bar. I hadn't noticed when they came in.
I turned my attention back to Ben.
He said, "That was a sucker punch."
I answered him, "Hey, some would say that but think about it. You had just insulted the honor and virtue of my lady. Sucker punch? I say you should have been ready, asshole. Hell that's the way I fight. I haven't been in a fair fight since I was in the third grade." I said, "Sucker punch, shit."
I looked at his nose and said, "Hey Dick-Head, Your nose is broken, want me to fix it?" I didn't hear an answer, so I grabbed the tip, and pulled it painfully as far away from his face as I could. I let it go, and it popped back into place. It was always going to be a little crooked from now on. I laughed inside and said to myself, "Pretty boy."
Ben said, "I think my hand is broken."
I said, "Of course, it's broken Cry-Baby, if I hadn't felt it break, I would have stomped on it again.
"Ben, can you understand what I am saying?"
"Yeah." He was starting to come around.
I said, "I need to give you some instructions. Pay close attention, there may be a test later." I squeezed his broken hand until he indicated I had his attention.
I went, on, "You are never to speak to my wife again. You will never speak of my wife again. If you so much as mention her to anyone, you will be in violation. If anyone asks what happened to you, you will say you tripped on a curb. You don't know me.
"If Carolyn asks you what happened, you will tell her you looked at the wife of a jealous man, and he kicked your ass. I think that will make her feel warm in the middle.
"If you violate the least of these instructions there will be grave consequences. I personally will attack you with a baseball bat. You will have three strikes before you know I am in the area. If you ever think about propositioning Linda, think first about living the rest of your life with no knees. I might take an eye just for fun. I will fuck you up any way that seems appropriate at the time. You might not survive."
I asked him to repeat what I had said.
He said, "Don't talk to Linda. Tripped on the curb. Don't know Luke. Jealous man kicked me. One eye."
I told him that was close enough and asked if I could help him get to his car. I left thirty bucks on the table. It would cover what we owed Ted and a big tip for Mary. I helped him up, and we started for the exit. He was pretty well walking on his own; I was only steadying him a little. In our path, there was a 4" steel column that held up the bar joist ceiling. When we came abreast of it I thought about what he had said about a wimp pussy. I got mad as hell and slammed his forehead into the post. There was more blood. I thought, "That's going to need some stitches. I hope the scar is not to bad, pretty boy." He could hardly walk at all after that.
I saw Ted's head snap around toward us, so I asked him, "Ted, what do you usually do with drunks?"
He answered me, "Usually, I just throw them out on the sidewalk. If they come back I fuck 'em up a little, and throw 'em in the street. If they come back again I fuck 'em up some more and call the cops."
"Well, I'm going to throw this one out on the sidewalk. You handle him if he comes back."
"OK Luke. Bring that pretty wife of yours with you and come back to see me."
I said, "Sure thing, see ya next time."
I got out on the sidewalk with the shit-head. The plan was just to dump him and go to my truck. Bigger than shit, there was this big cop parked across the street. When he saw us, he got out of his car and approached us.
He asked, "What ya got, Luke?"
It's a small town. It was Barney Davis. He was in my high college class, and he had been the center on our football team. He was strong as an ox and dumb as a hammer.
I said, "Hey Barney. He tripped on the curb. I don't think he's hurt too badly, but you might have someone look at him."
Barney helped me set the dip-shit on the ground and retrieved the driver's license from his wallet. He looked at Ben and asked, "How much have you had to drink today, Mr. Johnstone?"
He looked up at me and said, "I'll take care of him Luke. Linda is waiting for you."
I said, "Thanks Barney, see ya." I turned toward my truck and heard Barny speak. I stopped and looked back to listen.
He asked Bad Ben, "Were ya flirtin' with Luke's wife?"
Ben said, "Tripped on curb. Don't know, jealous man."
Barney looked my way and said, "It's happened before, Luke." He really believed Ben had fallen down on the curb. Dumb as a hammer.
I walked to the truck and got in.
Linda was sitting in the passenger's seat. She appeared very small and an awfully long way away. She looked like a bunny caught in a trap.
"I'm so ashamed, Luke. Will you ever forgive me? Do you still love me?"
I said, "Little One, there is nothing to forgive. The spanking took care of what you did wrong. As for the rest of it, I told you everything would turn out all right." I took her hand out of her lap and kissed it.
Tears came to her eyes, as she jumped to my side of the truck, threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Take me home Luke. I'm going to give you the best sex you've ever had, and you deserve it."
I said, "That's a fantastic offer Sweetheart, but the monster and I had a conversation on the way to the truck. He suggested that he and I drive you to Gainesville and check into that bed and breakfast. He wants to help me try to fuck your brains out." I cranked the truck, and got it moving toward Gainesville.
She was still nestled next to me. My right arm was around her. She took my hand and cupped it around her breast. She said, in her little girl voice, "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Would you like a blow-job on the way to Gainesville?
I answered, "HELL YES."
She let the monster out.
Epilogue:
I know you the reader would think that I should tag on, "And they lived happily ever after," and end the story here. That is the way fairy tales end. In real life, that's not the way things happen.
If you would care to read about our further adventures, let me know. If I see some reader interest, I'll probably write some more. If there is no interest, I probably won't.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Five months have passed since the episode with Ben Johnstone. He terminated his employment at Loretta's agency, and he and his family have moved away. It is unlikely that we will ever hear from him again. Good riddance.

The way I handled Ben, was a fix for the immediate problem and a treatment for a symptom, but it really did nothing to solve the root cause of our situation. For me, it is like waiting for the other shoe to drop. Linda is still a beautiful woman in her sexual prime, and she is about to reach middle age. She has only had one man in her whole life and is constantly wondering what some other guy would be like, in bed. Sooner or later she is going to feel an attraction. She will bring the problem to me. The worst thing is I really do owe her a hall pass. If she asks me for one, I have resolved to give it to her. I almost wish it would happen, so it would be over with. Almost.
It is now late February, and winter is coming to an end. It's a warm day in the low 70's that speaks of spring.
I was sitting on the patio with a glass of Crown and spring water, watching a whitetail doe, down by the lake. She had last year's fawn with her. They both looked robust and healthy. I was glad to see they had made it through hunting season and the winter. The doe was pregnant and would drop her new fawn, probably twins, in May. The little one with her now was going to have to start making his own way.
Linda walked up behind me and asked, "What do you see?"
I pointed to the deer, and she walked past me to the rail. She picked up the binoculars we keep there and trained them on the deer.
She had been to Dallas on a shopping trip and was still dressed in her go to town clothes. Low heels and a dark pants suit. She had already shed her jacket and had a white loose fitting, almost see through blouse with long sleeves, over a bra.
Her cute bottom was occupying most of my field of view. The monster moved in my pants. This is such a beautiful woman. I stood and walked to her. I turned her around and kissed her gently. There was no hard passion in the kiss, just soft expression of a need we both understood. I slipped my hand inside her pants to feel the ass I had been admiring. She wasn't wearing panties!
That was her condition the last time the shit hit the fan. My heart skipped a beat.
She broke the kiss and looked up at me. She said, "They are in my purse, and I am very wet. Would you take me to bed?"
I sat back down in my chair and pulled her into my lap. I had to have a minute to get my composure back. I said, "I think, I would rather talk about it right now. Let's not prolong it like we did last time. I don't think I could take it."
She said, "Okay, let me change clothes and we can walk around the lake. I'll tell you everything." She went on, "Luke, I felt your heart thump, and I can see distress in your eyes. This time, really, nothing bad has happened. I do not deserve a spanking, and you might be totally in favor of what I am about to propose. Relax, I will always love you." She kissed my cheek and walked away.
I thought, "What could possibly cause her to come home, dripping pussy juice, with her panties in her purse that I would be in favor of?"
Linda returned in ten minutes. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore a gray sweat suit with white running shoes. She is so sexy, no matter how she is dressed.
I asked if she wanted a glass of wine. She declined saying she needed a clear head. I left my drink on the table, and we walked toward the lake.
We walked in silence until we reached our favorite bench. It's the same one where we used to sit and watch the ducks. She said, "Let's sit here and see the sunset, then we can walk home in the dark."
I sat down, and she sat beside me. She dbangd both her legs over one of my thighs and took my hand in both of hers. She put it between her legs next to her clit and squeezed with her thighs. I felt her body shiver. I also felt dampness in her sweat pants. I thought to myself, "I might have to fuck this girl before we get home."
She whispered in my ear, "You might have to fuck me before we get home." What is it they say about great minds?
I said, "Linda please, what is going on?"
She answered, "I have something for you." She squirmed around and fished a small blue card out of her hip pocket. She handed it to me. It was a copy of the hall pass I had given her, except it was blue instead of pink. She had signed it, but the date blanks had not been filled in. The purpose blank simply said, "Sex."
I looked at it and had no idea what to think. I ask, "What am I supposed to do with this?"
She moved her lips close to my ear and nipped the lobe with her teeth. She whispered, "Do you still have Barbra Porter's phone number?" Barbra is a hot red head that used to work at our bank.
My heart stopped for a second or two then tried to beat its way out of my chest. A shot of adrenaline hit my bloodstream, and it felt like two butterflies started a fight in my stomach. I know I must have had the most stupid stunned look on my face.
Linda giggled, and her voice went into her little girl character. She said, "Oh, come on Luke. I know you've had the hots for her for a long time."
"How would you know that?" I asked.
Linda answered, "I'm sure I don't know everything that happened, but I saw you kissing her once. It wasn't just a peck either." She giggled again.
My whole life flashed in front of my eyes.
She continued, "About two years ago at one of our parties, I had gone upstairs to freshen up in our bathroom. I came down the front stair. When I reached the landing, I looked over the rail and saw the two of you kissing. You had her against the wall between two of the potted trees in the foyer. She was completely off the floor with her dress bunched around her waist and her legs wrapped around you. The kiss was open mouthed and passionate. She was hunching against you, and I thought her pussy was going to suck the monster right out of your jeans."
I remembered.
Linda paused then went on, "My first inclination was to jump the rail and claw her eyes out. I didn't, because I remembered how I felt when Bobby Wilkinson kissed me the first time. Sexual attraction is a powerful force. Both of you wanted each other. I suspect there had been some serious flirtation going on before this incident. I would bet the flirts were going both ways."
"If you had decided to nail her right there, I don't know what I would have done," she said. "I would't have raised a ruckus. I probably would have gone back upstairs and came down the back stair. I might have stayed and watched. Another thing I found out about myself that night, is I am somewhat of a voyeur."
Linda went on, "You didn't do that, though. You broke the kiss and apologized to her. You told her you were sorry, but you couldn't do this. You told her you had thought of me, and it just wasn't right. You let her down, kissed her on the forehead and walked away. Barbra could barely keep her legs under her. When I left, she was still leaning on the wall trying to keep her balance. She was fighting hard just to get her breath under control. I had to go upstairs and change my wet panties."
We sat together in silence for a while. I asked, "What has brought this on today? Why do I get a pass today? Why did you bring your panties home in your purse?"
Linda said, "I had lunch with Barb today."
I laughed and said, "O shit, I can imagine what the two of you found to talk about."
Linda said, "Mostly, you. We just happened to run into each other at the Galleria Mall. I offered to buy her lunch, so we could chat for a while. She was a bit nervous, but we went to a hole in the wall Italian place and had a pasta lunch. She seemed to be very uncomfortable with me."
"To break the ice, finally, I just asked her if she still wanted to fuck you. She dropped a glass of wine in the middle of the table, but she didn't answer me until the waiter cleaned up the mess. Then she asked me if we were going to have a cat-fight right there in the restaurant. I laughed and told her no. I eventually told her, pretty much the same story I just told you. I made her understand I wasn't angry with her, and I was willing to let it happen."
I said, "Linda, why are you willing to let it happen?"
"There are several reasons, but the main one, I think, is the box full of regrets. I have regrets over Bobby. I don't want you to always regret not having Barb for at least one night. I put you through so much shit over Ben Johnstone last year, I feel like I owe you one."
"After all that Luke," she asked, "don't you want to know what Barb said?" Linda giggled. "She told me that if you wanted her she would definitely make herself available. There is more to it. She sent a tape home with me, and she wants us to watch it together. She said she would hold next Friday night open in case she heard from you."
I was silent.
Linda said, "I suggest we walk home, get naked, jump in bed and watch the tape."
That's what we did. I put the tape in the player, hit the play button and we assumed our spoon position. The movie was entitled, "Two Gals and a Guy."
It was a straight running, ridiculous, five-X porn movie about a MFF ménage a trios. The monster was excited before the damn thing started. He and I didn't really need this kind of stimulation, but Linda wanted us to see it.
The two gals double teamed the guy and fucked him down in about twenty minutes. He shot what must have been a quart of cum all over the room. I wondered how they made that look so real. It looked like his cock was squirting cum like a fire hose. It was all over the girls. In their hair, eyes and dripping from their faces and tits.
I said, "Linda that is such a waste. It should have been deep in one of their cunts."
She replied in her little girl voice, "That's where you would have put it. Isn't it?" She giggled.
The monster was wedged in the crack of Linda's ass and was pulsing with my heart beat.
The movie went on. The guy was apparently spent. He rolled over to the edge of the bed and fell asleep.
The girls started loving each other. It was full time and nonstop. They started by kissing and rubbing their clits together. Then came tit sucking, finger fucking, one ate the other, then they changed positions. They finally did a wild sixty-nine, both came together and squirted pussy juice everywhere.
I rolled Linda over on her back and got on my knees between her legs. I raised her knees to rest over my shoulders and shoved my cock inside her all the way to the hilt. I held him there, neither of us moved.
She said, "This isn't going to take long. Is it?"
I bent down, stuck my tongue in her mouth and started massaging her boobs. I hit her hard about ten strokes. Her pussy grabbed me and held on. She spit my tongue out and screamed. FUCK ME LUKE, F-F-F-U-U-U-U-C-C-C-C-C-K-K-K-K-K-K-K M-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E. Her orgasm lasted and lasted. My body went into a violent convulsion, and I emptied my balls into her. She held me deep inside for each spasm. We didn't spill a drop.
The whole episode couldn't have lasted more than a minute. The credits of the movie were still running. We hadn't done anything that quick in years.
Between gasp for air Linda spoke in her little girl voice, "That was fun, can we do it again?"
I let the monster slip out of her and rolled to my back. Linda turned to her side facing me. She nestled her head into the hollow of my shoulder and threw one of her legs over me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. We lay like this until our hearts and lungs recovered some.
I finally ask, "What was that all about?"
Linda didn't hesitate, she just spilled it all at once. "Barb is bisexual. She wants to do a threesome with us. She wants to fuck me too. You're going to have to give me a hall pass."
I waited a long time then asked, "Do you want to do this Linda?"
She said, "Luke, Barb asked me to go to her car with her to get the tape. When we got there, she gathered me into her arms and kissed me. I already had some heat in my belly from talking about double teaming you. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, tweaked one of my nipples and ground her pussy into mine. My body responded like it does with you. My pussy gushed juice. I had to bring my panties home in a jar. She told me to get in the car. She wanted to lick my clit. I told her I would after you gave me a pass. Would fucking another woman be cheating? I've never been with a woman before. I've always been curious. HELL YES, I want to do it. Barb wants to do it, and I hope you want to do it.
"Linda," I asked, "Do you really think you can watch me stuff the monster inside of her?"
"Oh yes Luke," She answered. "I want her to experience you and the monster first hand. I was disappointed when you didn't fuck her in the foyer that night. I wanted to watch. After she has you, just once, she will be so envious and jealous of me forever. Fuck her for me Luke. I know you want to. Fuck her for both of us. This is a way for us to step outside our marriage together. I feel so guilty for asking you to let me sleep with Ben. You wouldn't have been involved. I expected you to suffer through that alone. That was so wrong. Let's fuck Barbra together. Call her and tell her you will cook a nice steak for her if she comes over Friday." Linda giggled and her little girl voice said, "I'll make a salad."
I said, "I have to think about it Little One. I'm hungry."
Linda replied as she got out of bed, "Give me five minutes then come wash my back. I'll cook for you after we shower."
The stars were shining brightly in the clear sky. I had made a new drink and went to the patio to sit and think. Linda was cooking.
I thought about Barb. "She is bigger than Linda. Probably 5'6" and 120 lbs. She is red headed with milky white skin. Her skin is so clear you can almost see the blue veins under it. I think she is younger than Linda too, maybe five years. Her eyes are amber, they seem to glow in the dark. Her body is taught and well formed. I've never seen her naked, but I have held her and touched her. In my mind's eye, she is beautiful. Her being bisexual is a surprise to me. I know how she reacts to my touch."
I think, "This threesome is going to happen. I feel a deep want to fuck this girl, especially if Linda is going to allow it. I've almost got myself talked into it. Where will it lead, though? Think about it with your head, don't let the monster make this decision. What happens when Linda brings a young stud home and says she wants both of us to fuck her? Could I actually watch another man stick a dick in her? It would be harder to say no, after this. Hell, I've already resolved to give her a pass if she asked for it. I've never thought about a MMF threesome. That is hard to think about. I am not bi, I have no desire to even touch another man. I've almost got myself talked out of it. Business decisions are easier. I have to think some more. Shit, just give up and call Barbara."
Linda brought the food out. Grilled ham and cheese on whole wheat, with sides of sliced tomato and French fries. We ate, the food was good.
The air was getting cooler. It was about ten PM now. Linda got up and went inside. She brought me a fresh drink and left a fresh glass of her wine on the table. She went back in and all the lights went out. She reappeared with a blanket. She said, "Bring the booze and follow me."
I followed her. She shed her bathrobe and stood naked in the night. There was no moon but the stars were very bright. She came to me and disrobed me. She molded her body to mine and allowed me to kiss her softly. She spread half the blanket on a sunbathing lounge near the pool and told me to lie down. I sat the drinks nearby and lay down. She snuggled close and pulled the other half of the blanket over us. I love the way this woman thinks. It is so wonderful to be naked with her.
We lay there quietly for a few minutes. I was engrossed in enjoying the night, the stars, the warmth of her body, the blanket and the closeness we shared.
She asked, "What did you think of that quickie we just had?"
I thought, "There is always sex on her mind, I wouldn't have it any other way." I said to her, "It was world class. I think that's the best quickie I have ever had. I guess you want to do it again."
She gave me one of her giggles and in her little girl voice said, "Sir, I think it was wonderful too, but those kinds of things just happen. I don't think you can plan them. What I have planned for us later is softer, slower, sweeter and much longer lasting."
I said, "I can hardly wait." The silence returned for a while.
I absent-mindedly took one of her breasts in my hand and gently rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She purred like a kitten. She squeezed the monster in her little hand and he started to come to life. She reached up and kissed me on my jaw line, just below my ear. The silence returned. I saw a shooting star, but it was gone before I could point it out to her.
She finally asked, "Are we going to do it?"
I said, "I don't know yet. How much do you want it?"
Linda became very serious. She waited a long time before she answered. I could feel the wheels turning in her head. She wanted to say exactly the right thing. She simply said, "Very much." The silence returned.
"How much?" I asked.
She said, "Luke if you say no, I'm going to ask you for a pass to do her by myself. I've never been with a woman, and I really like Barb. I don't want to pass up the chance. The reaction I had for her today was unbelievable. I wanted her to make me cum. I want you to say yes because it will be far better if we do this together. I can't watch you fuck her if you aren't there. I want you and her to have each other. It will make up some for what Bobby and I didn't get to experience." She giggled and went on, "You already know, I want Barb to be jealous of our relationship. I know that sounds catty, but she did want you to fuck her behind my back. I'm really not angry with her about that. She thought that was the only way she could have you. I know she wanted you the same way I wanted Bobby. What else could she do?"
I lay there in thought. "The chance for this to happen has come our way. All the pros for doing it are right here and right now. The biggest pro is lying here with my cock in her hand. She really wants to do this. Of course, I want to do it too. All the cons are things that might or might not happen in the future. The biggest being she might ask for a MFM thing. I could just say no." I said to myself, "Okay, monster you win." He stirred in her hand.
I said to Linda, "Okay Baby, you win. I'll call Barbara tomorrow and invite her to dinner Friday. When she gets here, I will throw her down in the foyer and force fuck her. You can watch."
Linda laughed out loud and said, "More likely she will force fuck you in the foyer."
I said, "You know, I'm thinking about force fucking you, right now."
She answered, "You've already done that once tonight. Do you remember the quickie?"
I said, "Yeah, it's time for something kinder and gentler. Isn't it? Let's sleep in the pool house tonight, so we can see the stars through the skylight." I dreamed of Tinker Bell the last time we slept under that skylight.
We went into the pool house. Linda lit a candle and we went to bed. We spooned together and waited for the bed to get warm.
Linda said, "I always feel so safe when you hold me." I held her.
A few minutes later, the monster was begging for action. I maneuvered her onto her back. I got on my knees and straddled her torso. I lay my hard cock on her chest in the valley between her boobs and used my hands to squeeze them together around the monster. I started a slow titty fuck. When the monster's head emerged from the top of her cleavage, she would either lick or suck it, depending on how much time I gave her. This really doesn't do much for her, but she allows me to be selfish when I want to be. I enjoy the feeling and the view. I held her boobs and flicked the nipples. On the down stroke, I slipped just the head into her mouth. She sucked and bathed it with her tongue until I withdrew. If I shorten the stroke, her tongue would snake out if only to touch him. It's a lovely sight to see. I slid down her body and rested the monster in the valley below her mound. She was so wet. I felt her pussy snuggle up to me. She wanted the monster lying directly on her clit. She started a slow grinding motion that I knew would light up her life.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I whispered in her ear, "Little One, I'm going to eat your pussy, and I want you to take notes. When Barb leaves next Saturday, I want to know who does the best job for you." She was getting into it now. She ground her cunt into me with more urgency and started making little animal noises. I kissed her sweetly and let my tongue explore just inside her lips. I licked and nibbled on one of her earlobes then moved to her breast. I took one nipple in my mouth and tweaked the other with my fingers. I did this for a long time, switching back and forth. Her legs were wrapped around me now. She was grinding harder and becoming more vocal.

I thought, "I'd better get on with this, she is about to make herself cum."
I licked my way down to her belly button and lingered there a while. I spent a minute cleaning it with my tongue, then moved on. When I got to her slit I licked the outer lips. They were puffy and swollen. I parted them and went deeper. She was so very wet. I licked up to her entry and went in as far as I could. I pulled my tongue out and replaced it with my middle finger and took her clit into my mouth. She was writhing and moaning now. Her thighs clamped around my head. Her hands came to the back of my head and held me. Her pussy was humping into my face. I know she was screaming, but my ears were covered. She was cumming and I hadn't even known she was close. I couldn't see, hear or breathe, and I might drown in pussy juice. Everything was just as it should be. It's a wonderful world we live in. I tried to find her G-spot with my finger. She was thrashing around so violently I don't know if I was successful or not. It really made no difference. She was convulsing uncontrollably. It seemed to go on and on. I started to worry. Maybe she is not going to come down, and I will die a wonderful death, right here.
She came down. The first thing I noticed was a low mewing sound. Her thighs had relaxed enough to fall away from my ears. I pulled my face away from her and drew one breath before her hands slammed me back into her vee. The convulsions were over and she really wasn't humping anymore. She was just gently fucking my face. I always let her be selfish when she wants to be.
In a minute, it was over. She was gasping for breath and her heart rate was way out of whack. I took a few breaths to get a little oxygen into my blood and pulled her into our spoon position. She relaxed more, and her breathing became more regular. When her heart rate came down below a hundred, I quit worrying about her.
I slipped out of bed and went to the john. I relieved myself and washed my face. When I got back to bed she was asleep. I thought, "It's Okay Sweetheart, It's been the other way around a few times."
I pulled her close and made myself comfortable. I tried to explain the situation to the monster, and he wasn't very happy. I finally got him to agree to let her sleep by telling him we would nail her next time.
I thought, "I'll bet I don't get credit for that one, she had to be thinking of Barbra." A pattern is developing here. The same thing happened the night she came home with Ben Johnstone on her mind. I thought of Barbra for a while before I fell asleep.
When I awoke there was bright sunshine outside. The monster was already awake. It was more than morning wood. He was at full attention, and Linda was holding him in both hands. She would lick and suck his head then let him out and blow her breath on him. She realized I was awake and lay down on my body full length. She kissed me soulfully then whispered in my ear. "I'm going to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth. I want you to take notes. You know why, don't you?" She was dead serious there were no giggles, and she wasn't talking like a little girl.
I said to myself. "Luke, pay close attention, you are about to be the proud recipient of a world class blow job." That is exactly what happened. A picture of the red head with my cock in her mouth flashed through my mind. I tried to hold on to it, but I couldn't. Linda slipped the first three inches of the monster into her mouth. That was when I realized Barbara would never be able to compete with my wonderful wife.
She pumped him five or six times the let him out. She used her hand to press him against my belly. She licked and sucked my balls into her mouth, each in turn. She used the fingers of one hand to massage my perineum. She was stimulating my prostate gland. A minute later she sensed the monster's need to be in out of the cold. She took him back into her mouth. She held him there lovingly swirling her velvety tongue around his helmet. I moaned with the sensation.
She felt me react and took the head between her sharp teeth. She held me there with enough force to let me know who was in control. All motion ceased for a few seconds then she swallowed him. She allowed me a half a minute of her wonderful throat fuck while she rolled my balls and continued with the prostate stimulation. She ran out of breath and brought the monster's head back up into her mouth. She held him there with her teeth and breathed around him. She recovered sufficiently to start a sucking and pumping motion. Her tongue was doing its magic, and I could feel my excitement rise. We both knew I couldn't take much of this. When I know what the plan is I never try to extend this play. I know she works way too hard to make this good for me. I let myself cum as quickly as I can.
I was starting to loose awareness of the real world and slip off into a better place. In my mind, Barbra came and tried to take Linda's place. I pushed her away.
Linda swallowed me again. She lasted longer without breathing this time. I put my hands behind her head to hold her in place and fucked her throat. I know I became vocal. That seemed to help her in her efforts.
Once more she brought him back up into her mouth. There was no holding or biting this time. The sucking and pumping became more urgent. Her tongue seemed to be coiled around me like a snake. I was in another world. I screamed at her. SUCK IT LINDA, MAKE ME CUM.
I felt the monster swell and throb. My nuts began to contract in her hand. I screamed again. HERE IT COMES BABY, I'M NOT GOING TO TRY TO HOLD IT. She felt my first spasm start, she swallowed him.
I held her head in my hands and fucked her. Short but authoritative strokes. She gagged once but only a small one. I pumped cum down her throat. I told her, I'M CUMMING, TAKE IT ALL LINDA. FUCK ME, F-F-U-U-U-CK-CK. I held her and tried to make the monster go deeper. This beautiful woman tried to help. In fifteen seconds it was over.
I pulled my cock out of her concerned that I might have hurt her. We've done this before, and I always have this concern. She has never been hurt.
She gasp for air and took a few deep breaths. She didn't say anything. She took the monster back inside and tickled him with her tongue until he softened.
She let the monster go and slid her body up and on top of me. When she was high enough she kissed me and I found her wonderful tongue in my mouth. I put my arms around her, squeezed her closer to me and kissed her back.
The thing that amazes me the most about her throat fuck is, I can never detect the odor or the taste of cum in her mouth. I all goes to her stomach, I guess. The truth is, as much as I love having her suck me, it should only be foreplay. When I cum in her, I would rather be down deep at the bottom of her pussy. That's what pussies are for. Nothing feels as good around my cock as a tight, warm, wet, grasping pussy. Still, blow jobs are nice.
Twenty minutes later Linda said, give me five minutes. I'm going upstairs to shower. We hadn't turned on any heat in the pool house. I saw goose bumps on her as she went outside to the even cooler morning air to retrieve our robes. She put hers on and brought mine to me before she went into the main house. I followed her up a few minutes later and we showered. The showers we share are really just another excuse for being naked together. We do it at least once almost every day if we are alone in the house.
I came down and started the coffee maker while she dried her hair. I went into my office and fished one of the pink passes out of my desk drawer. I filled it out and went back to the kitchen before she came down. I poured the coffee into the carafe and placed it on the island with a couple mugs, some sugar cubes and spoons. I put the pass under her mug and waited for her.
She came down in a few minutes and slid onto the stool beside me and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I poured coffee for her and dropped a couple sugar cubes in her mug. She stirred for a few seconds and picked the cup up for a sip. She found the card. I saw her whole body contract and shiver.
She started to bubble. "We're really going to do it, Luke? Have you called her? Is she coming Friday?"
I said, "Simmer down Baby, I haven't called her. I wanted you to be here, and I don't have her number."
Linda jumped off the stool and went to her purse for her little black book. She looked up Barb's number and handed the open book to me. The kitchen phone was sitting in front of me.
I asked, "Linda, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Once we do it, we can't unscrew her."
Lind said, "Call her, and get her young ass over here Friday night."
I called. Barbra answered, "Hello."
"Barb," I said, "Luke Bowman here. Linda is with me."
"Oh Luke," She said, "I was afraid you weren't going to call." Then she started to bubble and babble. "I guess you talked to Linda. Did she tell you everything? Did you watch the movie? Did Linda tell you I am bisexual? Do you know we want a threesome with you? I can't believe Linda wants this to happen, but she does. She said she wants to watch us together. That's Okay with me. I've wanted you so much for so long, I don't care who watches. I am so wet right now. Linda has turned out to be so special. I have always been so envious of her, over you. I want to make her cum over and over. Is she multi-orgasmic?"
I finally got a word in. "Barb, slow down. Linda instructed me to invite you for dinner, Friday at seven. I'm cooking some really nice Porter House steaks and we would love for you to be here."
"Is that all," she asked?
"Well," I said, "She also mentioned that I should ask you to bring what you need to spend the night. If we can talk you into staying over, you can sleep in the middle."
"Oh Luke, you are so mean." She went on, "Friday is five days away, I can't wait that long. I've got two fingers in my pussy right now. Let's do it tonight, before Linda changes her mind. If you want you can still cook Friday, and we can do it again."
Linda shook her head, no.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," I answered. "We can't. We have plans for the day, and we both have to work all week. Friday is the best we can do, we saved it for you."
She said, "Okay, Friday at seven. I have to go. I've got something to do right now, or do you want to stay online while I cum?"
I said, "Yeah, let us listen." I was sharing the receiver with Linda.
Barb's breathing became quick and ragged. Her first vocalization was a sound like a missing outboard motor. It started low then became higher and louder. There were sounds like she was spanking her pussy. She screamed, "FUCK ME LUKE." The line went dead.
Linda reached over and squeezed my cock. She said, "My-my, the monster has been aroused. Hasn't he? My pussy is wet too."
I asked Linda, "Why didn't you want Barb to come over today?"
She said, "I'm punishing her for trying to go behind my back. I want her to be in a state of extreme anticipation for this whole week. She will masturbate every time she thinks of us. Her pussy will be so sore by the time she gets here. You and the monster will make it worse." She giggled and her little girl voice said, "Maybe I can kiss it and make it better. I really do like her. I'm going to make her cum over and over if I can. I wonder if she is multi-orgasmic. I am really looking forward to this. Do you think I'm being weird Luke?"
I answered, "Hell yes, but I think I'm getting used to it. It's okay if you are weird. Maybe we are both a little weird. I believe we are up to our knees in, 'Middle Age Crazy.' I am really looking forward to this too."
It was a long week, but it did finally pass. Friday night came.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I asked Linda, "Why didn't you want Barb to come over today?"

She said, "I'm punishing her for trying to go behind my back. I want her to be in a state of extreme anticipation for this whole week. She will masturbate every time she thinks of us. Her pussy will be so sore by the time she gets here. You and the monster will make it worse." She giggled and her little girl voice said, "Maybe I can kiss it and make it better. I really do like her. I'm going to make her cum over and over if I can. I wonder if she is multi-orgasmic. I am really looking forward to this. Do you think I'm being weird Luke?"
I answered, "Hell yes, but I think I'm getting used to it. It's okay if you are weird. Maybe we are both a little weird. I believe we are up to our knees in, 'Middle Age Crazy.' I am really looking forward to this too."
It was a long week, but it did finally pass. Friday night came.
I was on the patio, cooking. Linda and I were both wearing our new silk robes and slippers that Linda had bought for the occasion. She got a set for Barb too. Linda's was white with yellow trim and a green and yellow floral design. Mine was blue with a muted white trim and a white thread woven through the fabric every now and then. I hadn't seen Barb's.
The front gate chime went off about ten till seven. I left the grill long enough to go in and open the gate for Barbra. I watched as Linda met her when she parked her car in the driveway. Barbra got out and they embraced and kissed as a man and his lover might. I amazed myself. I was neither shocked nor surprised. The monster moved.
They took two bags from the car and Linda led Barb to the guest bedroom in the pool house. In a few minutes they came to the patio arm in arm. Barb's robe was black with red roses. Both women were beautifully displayed. I could see their feminine shapes under the flowing fabric. Both were perfectly proportioned the only difference, one being four inches taller. Linda was flushed. I chuckled to myself and thought, "She has already had her first orgasm. Good for her." That was probably the first one with anyone but me in the last twenty years. I felt neither hurt nor anger. I was happy for her. This is weird.
Barb separated herself and came to me. She put both arms around my neck and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Sure enough, I tasted Linda's pussy. I love that taste, I kissed her back. One of Barb's hands came down and found its way into my robe. She cupped my balls then held the monster. He was ridged. She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to skip dinner?"
I thought, "My God, this girl is assertive. She has already had my wife, now she wants me, and she hasn't been here fifteen minutes."
I looked at Linda. She was beautiful standing there hugging herself. She had a wisp of a smile on her face. I asked, "Baby, are you alright with this?"
She answered, "Oh Luke Sweet Heart, I'm far more than alright with this. Let's put dinner off."
I thought about it for a few seconds, put the steaks and potatoes on the warming grate, closed the lid and turned the grill off. The salad that Linda had made was in the refrigerator and their wine was on ice. I looked around and realized I didn't need to be here any longer.
I took a hand from each of the girls and said, "Come with me." I led them to the hot tub at one end of the pool. We shed our robes and stepped down into the warm water. I sat on a ledge that was high enough to keep about half my chest out of the water. Barb stuck one of her nipples in my mouth and I just naturally started sucking. Linda nibbled on my ear lobe and both of them were holding and stroking my cock.
Linda whispered in my ear, "Barb wants you to fuck her, I want to watch."
Barb slid her pussy right down the length of the monster. We bottomed out with about an inch of cock left outside. She gasped and quivered for a second then remained still. We kissed and our tongues mated. Linda was holding and massaging my nuts. Barb said, "Push."
I pushed and the last inch easily found a dark place inside. We rested this way for a minute.
Linda kissed me. Our kiss was deep and passionate. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had my cock buried to the hilt in another woman while my wife held my balls and kissed me. "This is weird," I thought.
Barb started a slow in and out grind. It was wonderful. It didn't stay slow very long. The speed and intensity of her thrust magnified. I realized she was building herself to orgasm. Linda and I would have made this last a lot longer. Barb didn't want to do that. She wanted to cum as fast as she could. The monster really wasn't too excited. He was used to waiting. I decided, "Okay, I'll let her have this one on her own and give her another later."
Linda said, "Help her cum. Fuck her Luke."
Barb was moaning now. She said, "I've wanted you inside me for so long Luke. This is wonderful. Thank you Linda, for sharing him. She started the low outboard motor sound. That may be her signature cum song.
Lind said, "Fuck her Luke. Make her scream."
I held her hips in both hands and banged the monster hard and deep. I ground her clit between the root of my cock and my pubic bone.
She screamed, "FUCK ME LUKE, HARDER, MAKE ME CUM."
I did everything she asked. In a moment she came hard, all over me. Then she suddenly collapsed. It was over as quickly as it started and the monster survived. He was hard as a rock, and I knew he would stay that way.
Linda moved her aside, and I felt the monster slide into my wife. Now I had my cock buried to the hilt in my wife while I was holding and kissing my new lover.
Linda gave me instructions. She said, "Don't cum Luke. I'm just keeping the monster's attention. Barb is going to want you to fuck her again in a few minutes. I want the monster to be up to it, and I want you to fill her with your cum this time.
I felt Linda slip away into her special place then. It would have done no good to talk to her, she wouldn't hear me. I concentrated on kissing and fondling Barb.
Linda got into it on her own. She was slowly fucking me and having her baby orgasms back to back. She must have had ten of them. It must have been like masturbating and using my cock like a dildo. I saw her eyes flutter and she came back to this world. She whispered to me, "I'm right on the edge. I going to jump over, but don't you come with me. Save your cum for Barb."
Barb, broke our kiss and raised up out of the water high enough to get one of her tits in my mouth.
Linda's pussy clamped down on me, there wasn't a lot of motion. In between her mewing sounds she whispered, "I'm cuming Luke. I don't need any help, save the monster for Barb."
Barb and Linda kissed. The kiss was soulful. It was saying, "We are sharing something very special". I think these two women are going to be very good friends for a very long time. I saw their tongues dancing together. I think seeing this kept me from falling over the edge with Linda. I was about to lose it, but I didn't.
All this happened while Linda was in orgasm. I wondered who would get credit for this one. I thought, "I think she just fucked me and Barb at the same time. Way to go girl. This is weird."
Linda's convulsions subsided, and she immediately lifted herself off of me. Barb impaled herself on the monster right away. Her clit went right to my pubic bone this time. We didn't have to force fit the last inch.
Barb stuck her tongue in my ear then spoke to me. She said, "Please cum inside of me this time Luke. I want your cum in me. Linda wants you to cum in me. I want us to cum at the same time. Linda says you and she can do that almost every time. I have never had that experience. Fuck me like I was Linda. That's why I came here." She started her slow grind.
In my mind I told the monster to be ready. Fucking a new girl is different. I don't know when she is going to cum. I thought, "The way to accommodate her, is to go to the edge and wait for her."
The monster and I raced to the edge. We only beat her there by a couple minutes. When she arrived I took hold of her hand, and we jumped together.
In real life, she started her cum song. That was the only indicator I had. I was ready. I picked her up, walked down two steps and pinned her against the wall on the other side. The water was deeper here. It reached to within a few inches of my arm pits when I was standing up. She had her legs wrapped around my waist. I was kneading her breast and had my tongue in her mouth. We were in pretty much the same position we had been in in the foyer that night, except this time we were naked, and my cock was completely buried in her. I changed my angle of penetration slightly and the monster came in contact with her G-spot. She came apart. She was screaming. She invoked the name of God and called me the devil in one breath. Her breathing became labored, she was literally gasping for air. She was whimpering and crying at the same time and trying to tell me to fuck her harder. Her body went into some kind of earthquake mode. I had never had a woman do this before. She was shaking so hard that little wavelets were running away from her body on the surface of the water in all directions. She was at the beginning of one violent orgasm.
Linda was sitting six feet away watching us. I looked at her, she smiled.
Barb screamed, "I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK GETTING BIGGER AND THROBING."
I started a long stroke through her G-spot. After about ten strokes I filled her with cum. I would stop and hold her at my deepest penetration, spasm, then do it again. It went on and on for me. I lost contact with the world for a while. I forgot who I was with. I said, "I love you Linda."
I heard Linda's little girl voice from behind me. She giggled and said, "If that's true, it looks from here, like you are screwing the wrong woman."
I started back to reality. I found Barb lying limply in my arms. She was breathing in a shallow pant, and her heart was pounding. I wasn't sure she was conscious.
Her eyes fluttered, and she raised her head and looked at me. She said, "Wow," and lay her head back down on my shoulder. Her legs dropped away from my waist, but couldn't reach the bottom. My softening member slipped out of her.
I carried her back up the two steps to where Linda was sitting. I sat her on the edge of the tub, and Linda helped her lie backward on the deck. Her knees were at the water's edge, and her lower legs dangled in the water.
Linda slipped into the water with me. She came to me and kissed me. I held her for a moment then she squirmed away and turned to Barb. She said, "Barb, are you okay?"
Barb answered, "Yeah I'm fine. I'm enjoying the afterglow."
Linda said, "You are full of my husband's cum."
Barb answered her. "Yes, it's wonderful. Thank you Linda."
Linda said, "It's mine. It belongs to me, and I want it back." She spread barb's knees apart. Her face went straight to Barb's swollen pussy.
I stepped back a couple paces and sat down on a ledge in the water to watch. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Linda was eating her like she had been eating pussy all her life. She couldn't really recover much cum, it was in too deep. What she was doing was sucking a clit and fingering a G-spot.
Barb came again, quickly. It was beautiful to watch. She put her hands behind Linda's head, held her and fucked her face until her orgasm was over.
Linda rinsed her face in the warm water then came to me and sat in my lap. She put her lips close to my ear and whispered, "Well we found out one thing. Barb is multi orgasmic."
I said, "I'm hungry.
Barb basked in the afterglow.
I got out of the hot tub, took a one minute dip in the pool, the water was too cold. I rinsed off in the shower. I dried, donned my robe and went back to the patio to crank up the grill. I made a drink for myself and sat down to give the grill time to get up to temperature.
Dinner was on the table, twenty minutes later, when the girls showed up. I stood, and they each came to give me a peck, Barb first. I indicated Barb's place and she seated herself. Linda whispered in my ear, "We're all bright and sparkly." That meant they both had douched before their shower.
I thought, "They will both taste like strawberries later."
I made sure everyone had everything they needed, and we started eating. The steaks weren't exactly right, but they were still damn good. It's not good to let a steak cool in the middle of the cooking process.
I commented, "I thought we would have some awkwardness during dinner. We would all be nervous and wondering how we were going to start the festivities. I think we have handled that pretty well." Both the girls laughed and looked at each other.
Linda giggled and changed into her little girl voice, "When do you believe the festivities first started?"
I answered with a grin, "When you and Barb took her bags to the pool house. She gave you your first orgasm with her tongue."
They both blushed and Barb ask. "How did you know?"
"Well," I said, "Linda was flushed some, when ya'll came to the patio, and when you kissed me, I could taste Linda's pussy. That is a taste I am very familiar with. I love it. It made you taste so good to me."
Linda laughed and said, "Barb, we won't get much passed him."
I said, "Barb, it's a little bit late, but I do have a question for you, if you don't mind."
She looked at me and nodded.
I went on, "Do you have anyone in your life that would be hurt if they knew about our night together?"
She shook her head no and said, "No Luke. I do have a, fuck buddy, boyfriend. He and I see each other about twice a month, but we are not exclusive. I suspect he likes our arrangement the way it is. I do not have a girlfriend. In fact, I haven't been with another woman in about three years. I had thought that maybe I had outgrown my interest in women, until Linda came on the scene. When we had lunch last week, I got butterflies. I felt a real need for her. I'm so glad it worked out this way.
"Good enough then," I said. "I'm glad I didn't screw up to badly by not asking you, when we were on the phone the other morning. I guess my mind wasn't working properly during that conversation."
I took a minute to look closely at Barb in the muted light. She is a remarkably pretty girl. I don't think of her as a woman, like Linda. I had understood she was five years younger. I think she might be younger still. I've never seen anyone with eyes like hers. The amber color is unique, and the irises look like the angels outlined them in black. She was wearing a small amount of make-up when she got here, but it's gone now. She really didn't need it, she is just naturally young girl pretty. Her alabaster skin is blemish free. Her red hair is shorter than Linda's, and it hugs her head like a fluffy helmet. It was wet a half hour ago. She just dabbed it a bit with a towel, shook her head and ran her fingers through it. She is sitting here now looking like she just came from the stylist. Her body is beyond nice too. I always wonder why a girl this good looking wants to be with me. All things considered, she's almost as pretty as Linda.
I asked, "Do the two of you want to make some plans for the rest of the night, or are we going to just let it happen?"
Barb spoke, "If it is okay with both of you, there are two things I want to happen."
I said, "Go ahead."
Barb paused and looked at each of us, and said. "I want a reasonable amount of time alone with each of you."
Linda said, "I'm sure that's acceptable."
I nodded.
Linda went on, "There is one thing Barb. In every encounter you have had so far with either of us, you seemed to be in a hurry to reach climax. Luke and I like to make our sessions last longer, most of the time. How about this? I would like to go one on one with Luke for an hour, when we first go back to the pool house. I want you to watch but not participate. I want us to show you how we can go for hours. We have done a three hour session and could have gone longer. I think an hour will be enough to show you how we do it. After that hour is up, Luke will want to sleep anyway, we can have whatever time together you want, then we can sleep. In the morning you can have as much time as you want with Luke. He will be almost totally recovered by then, if we leave him alone. You had better save some of yourself for that. I know how much he wants you."
Barb blushed and smiled. She said, "Sounds like a plan to me. How about you Luke?"
I asked, "Can I watch some of your alone time, girl on girl action?"
Barb answered, "I really wish you wouldn't, it would probably inhibit Linda to one degree or another. I do know a way we could satisfy you voyeuristic need if we can change the plan a little. How would you like to watch me fuck Linda, like I was a man?"
That grabbed hold of me and got Linda's attention too. With a chuckle, I said, "Please explain how you could do that."
She said, "Well, one of the bags we took to the pool house has some of my girl toys in it. One of those is an eight inch strap on. If both of you agree, I would like for you to watch me fuck her with it."
I looked at Linda.
Linda said, in her little girl voice, "Giggle, giggle. Damn straight, sounds like fun to me. I want to try everything once. I am getting very wet Luke."
I said, "Consider the plan amended."
We finished our meal, and it took about five minutes to clean up. I shut the grill down and took the garbage out. The girls rinsed the dishes and got them in the washer.
We took our drinks back to the hot tub and got naked together, again. I was getting used to being with them this way. I could hold and touch either or both of them without having the urgent need to fuck one of them right now.
We enjoyed the night sounds from the lake and the beautiful sky overhead. There was an almost new moon rising, but it wasn't reflecting enough light to drown out the stars. I searched out the Pleiades Star Cluster and wondered about Tinker Bell.
Half an hour passed and we finished our drinks.
Barb put one hand behind Linda's neck and drew their faces together. They kissed. It was soft and sweet. Then she kissed me with just a bit more fervor. She said, "I'm getting all wrinkly, give me a few minutes then come play with me."
She used the stair to exit the tub and dried herself.
Linda moved into my lap and got a grip on the monster.
Barb picked up her robe and walked to the pool house without putting it on. I watched those long legs and fine ass strut away. I gave her a 9.6.
The monster twitched and started to swell. Linda giggled. She snuggled close to me and stroked him slowly as my erection grew. I tweaked her boob and we kissed. She said, "Thank you so much for this night Luke. I will love you forever."
I few minutes later she got out of the water. As she was drying she said, "I'm going to light some candles." She folded her robe, tossed it over one shoulder, blew me a kiss, turned and strutted away, much as Barbra had. That was an honest 10.0, if ever there was one. I will love her forever.
When I got to the pool house, Linda was sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed. She was beautiful in the flickering candle light. She was alone. I threw my robe over a chair and started for the bed.
Linda held up her hand in a stop gesture. She said, "Put your robe on and sit there." She pointed at the chair.
I remembered, there was going to be a show.
Barbra entered from the hallway on the other side of the bed. I could barely see her until she walked out into the candle light. She had a stiff cock and a large pair of balls swinging between her legs. They looked like they grew there. She had said it was an eight incher, but hanging on her small body it looked a lot bigger. She walked to a place at the foot of the bed where I could see her in silhouette. I wondered, "How can a guy with a cock like that have such nice tits. Hell, he's got a really nice ass too." This was totally outside my experience. I was having trouble putting things together. It seemed to me as if I was watching a comedy act, or a sex show like we used to see in Thailand.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Linda got on all fours and crawled to the foot of the bed. She reached out and took Barb's cock in her hands.

Barb said, "Describe it to Luke,"
Linda looked at me and said, "It's a little bit larger than you Luke. It feels like a real cock. The head feels like it is slippery with pre-cum. It's very hard at the core but has a silky smooth, soft skin that moves up and down the length when I stroke it. The head is firm and the ridge around the crown is ridged. I can see veins in the shaft. I want it inside me Luke."
Barb broke in, "Tell Luke what it taste like,"
Linda's tongue snaked out and touched it. She took the head in her mouth. I could see her massage it with her tongue. She let it out and said, "It smells and taste like a cock that has been inside a pussy. I think what I thought was pre-cum is Barb's pussy juice. Barb, I want it inside me."
Barb said, "Luke wants to see you suck it."
Linda took the first three inches in her mouth. She was licking and sucking like she thought it was the real thing. She started stroking the shaft with one hand and hefting the balls with the other. Linda was trying to get Barbra off. I watched as she swallowed and Barb's eight inch cock disappeared down her throat.
Barb looked at me and winked. She held Linda's head between her hands and started face fucking her. Twelve or fifteen strokes. Strokes longer and deeper than I had ever given her this way.
Barb pulled out and allowed Linda to breathe as she guided her to a position on her back, with her head on a pillow. Her knees were together in the air, and her feet were flat on the bed about two feet apart.
Barb crawled up and spread her knees. She bent down and licked Linda's swollen outer lips and kissed her clit.
Linda moaned and said, "Please fuck me Barb."
Barb lay down on top of Linda with the cock between them. She kissed Linda long and deep while she massaged and tweaked her breast.
Linda responded vocally and wrapped her legs around Barb. She locked her ankles behind her and grabbed her ass in both hands. She pulled Barb in close and started dry fucking the false cock.
Barb's lips moved to Linda's breast. She suckled one then the other and switched every few seconds.
Linda's breath became ragged. Between gasps she whispered, "I need to cum Barb."
Barb raised her ass a little and took her toy in hand. She rubbed the head through Linda's slit to get it wet. She circled it a couple times around her clit then moved it to the entry. Barb pushed and the head popped inside. With no hesitation she shoved, and the whole damn thing slid right in.
Linda's legs locked back around Barb. She screamed, "FUCK ME HARD BARB." She started bucking so hard I thought Barb would be thrown off. In just a second or two they got their thrusts working together. After they became coordinated, it was a beautiful thing to watch. I was having a difficult time keeping control of the monster.
Linda's orgasm lasted forever, but finally she started down. I think Barb was glad it was over, I know she had a hard time keeping up. Their gyrations slowed down to a slow long stroke that went on for a couple minutes. All motion stopped and they lay there holding each other with that cock still buried in my wife. It would stay hard forever.
Linda got her breath back. She reached up and kissed Barb soulfully. She said, "Thank you."
Barb answered, "Your quite welcome, Ma'am. They cuddled and kissed again.
I thought, "I just watched my wife get thoroughly fucked by someone else, and I enjoyed it. I can't believe this shit is happening.
Linda's little girl voice said, "That was fun. Can we do it again?"
At length, Barb looked at me and asked, "Well, what do you think Luke?"
I laughed and answered her. "Barb, if you flop her over and do her doggy style, she will cum like that again for you in five minutes or less."
Barbra wasn't strong enough to flop her over. Linda must have liked the idea though, because she helped a lot. Soon Linda was on her knees. Her head and shoulders were flat on the bed. Her ass was in the air and her pussy totally exposed. She had one hand at her clit rubbing it absentmindedly. Barb was on her knees behind her with her cock in her hand.
I said, "Barb, stick it all the way in and hold it there without moving, until you get further instruction." She slipped it right in, and Linda took it easily. Barb had Linda's hips in her hands. She held her in place and pumped one time to make sure her cock was all the way in. I thought, "Damn, that is exactly the way I do it."
Barb had no idea what was happening, but I saw Linda go down into her special dreamy place almost immediately. Everything remained motionless for a full minute. Linda was enjoying herself immensely.
Finally Barb looked at me questioningly.
I said, "Hold, she will be right back."
Linda said, "Fuck me."
I said, "Very slow, long strokes Barb."
Barbra follows instructions well. The stroke and tempo was perfect.
I Said, "Barb, take your instructions from Linda from now on. She will tell you what to do.
Linda started mewing. Then said, "Faster."
Barb obeyed.
I minute later Linda's voice became deep and louder. "FUCK ME HARDER, DEEPER, H-AR-D-E-E-E-R-R-R-R."
I few seconds later Linda screamed, "I'M CUM-M-M-M I-N-G-G. HARDER. F-U-U-C-C-K-K-K M-M-E-E-E-E-E.
Barb pounded that thing into her. She banged Linda as hard and as fast as she could. It looked violent. I thought Linda would be hurt, but she took it enthusiastically, even humping back to receive Barb's thrust.
Then it was over. Linda flopped down on her belly with Barb on top of her. They stayed that way through their recovery. That cock was still hard and buried in Linda's pussy. I thought, "Boy, I wish I could do that."
I had to thump the monster on the head to get him to settle down.
Barb finally slid off to one side and lay on her back. Linda nestled against her on her side and rested her head on Barbs shoulder. She was stroking the fake cock as if it were real, and Barb needed the stimulation. It stayed hard.
I told them I was going to fix myself a drink and asked if they wanted some wine.
Barb said, "Yeah, thanks."
I went to the main house and got the booze. When I returned, Linda was spread eagle on her back, and Barb was shoving that big cock back inside her. The monster twitched. I said, "Damn."
Barb grinned at me and said, "She wants one more."
Linda lay still, and Barb screwed her slow and easy for about ten minutes. Linda then rolled them both over and said, "I want to be a cowgirl. Barb was happy to be on her back. She could rest some. Barb lay still and Linda, while completely impaled, lay on Barb's chest. Their boobs were crushed together and Linda was slowly fucking the dildo. They kissed. The sight was quite erotic.
When Linda was ready to cum, I saw her shift her position slightly. She was sliding her G-spot up and down Barb's cock. It wouldn't take long now.
Linda was quiet through this one. She didn't have to give instructions. She was in control. She told Barb she was cuming, and Barb helped by thrusting up into her. It was beautiful to watch. Linda's pussy clamped on to the silicone cock and squeezed. She was milking it like she does me. As she withdrew her pussy would turn inside out rather than let go. Pussy juice was leaking everywhere.
Linda went over the top and down the other side. She was doing a slow gentle fuck now, like we do together as the monster softens after sex. This thing didn't get soft. Linda kept fucking. Three minutes later she came again. When this one ended they separated and got into the spoon position to recover. I sat in thought and drank.
Barb's breath soon came back to normal. She separated herself from Linda and came to me. She said, "I'm tired of playing with a toy, I want the real thing."
She knelt down in front of me and opened my robe. She sucked the monster right down her throat with no preamble. I stood up and held her head with both hands and fucked her face, like I saw her do Linda. I pulled out after fifteen strokes to let her breathe. Sixteen strokes and the monster would have erupted. She wasn't even phased. She licked the underside of the monster's head then kissed the top. She rose to her feet and kissed me. When we broke, she said, "I need you to take me somewhere and fuck my brains out."
I said, "I thought the plan was for me to go one on one with Linda now."
Barb replied, "Linda said she needed some rest, you need some relief and I want to get fucked. We need to modify the plan again. Take me somewhere and fuck me."
Linda was listening, she said, "Consider the plan amended." She got out of bed and came to me. She put both arms around my neck and pulled me down to her level, so she could kiss me. The kiss broke and she whispered in my ear, "I need some recovery time. This can be the alone time for you two. Take her to the blue room and give her whatever she asks for. This is why she came here. I will come to you in a couple hours, unless I don't wake up."
I said, "Barb, I want to hold her until she falls asleep."
Linda said, "That's a good idea." She crawled back in bed.
I got naked and slid in beside her. I lay on my back. Linda snuggled close on my left side, and Barb did the same on my right. "Life is good," I thought.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Linda said, "That's a good idea." She crawled back in bed.

I got naked and slid in beside her. I lay on my back. Linda snuggled close on my left side, and Barb did the same on my right. "Life is good," I thought.
Linda's breath became slow and regular, she was asleep in two minutes. Barb took my cock in her hand. I pulled her closer to me and held her there. We lay there for fifteen minutes. I looked at the stars through the skylight and thought, "Tinker Bell, if you show up now you're going to be shit out of luck." The monster moved.
Finally, I whispered to Barb, "Let's go." She slid quietly out of bed, and I followed.
Linda pulled a pillow down into the place I had just left and snuggled up next to it. She never came awake.
Barb and I carried our robes and walked naked to the main house. I led her by the hand to the blue room. We crawled in bed together and spooned. The monster was demanding attention now. He was not going to take, no, for an answer.
Barb held him, and he throbbed in her hand every time my heart beat. She said, "Let's do it your way the first time, then I've got something very special I want to ask of you."
In my mind, the monster said to me, "Yeah, yeah, that'll work, let's fuck her Luke."
I didn't say anything. I rolled her over on her back and lay down on top of her. I took her left breast in my hand and kissed her as I massaged it. She gasps once then spread her legs wide. The monster was pressed against her pussy, and I slid him up and down her groove for a minute.
She moaned and her arms went around my neck. She drew me down and our kiss became more passionate. She whispered, "I want to cum Luke, put him inside me."
I said, "The monster is in a hurry too. This is going to be a quickie. We can do longer and gentler, later." I sat on my haunches and put each of her knees over my shoulders. The monster, seemingly on his own, found his way inside. Then I realized she had guided him with her hand. She was very wet. I was bottomed out. I made one long slow stroke. There was no resistance.
She said, "I will cum very easily. It won't take long. Fuck me, Luke."
I thought." Linda would be louder. This girl is ready, she is gushing juice. She and Linda have that in common. The monster is ready too. I'll turn him loose as soon as she starts, and we can cum together again. That will make her happy."
I drew the monster out until only his head was inside. I leaned forward and with great force, suddenly slammed him back to the bottom. I held him there.
Barb gasped and yelped. She said, "Oh, Luke."
I did it again. On the third stroke, she met my thrust with one of her own. We were in sync now. We were fucking each other hard. Ten violent thrust, fifteen, then twenty.
She whispered, "I'm cumming."
I shifted position just a bit and allowed the monster to attack her G-spot. I changed the stroke to something that was long and authoritative but gentler. My orgasm started. The monster was spraying cum deep inside her like there was way too much of it in me. Barb was bucking and cumming hard.
It seemed like it lasted a long time, maybe half a minute. My spasms were getting weaker, I was empty. Barbara's motion stopped completely. She went limp and just collapsed in place. I stopped fucking her and looked down into her face. She wasn't moving, not even breathing. I got an adrenaline rush. I thought she was dead.
Three seconds later her eyes fluttered open. She started humping again and whispered, "Don't stop Luke. I'm cumming."
I thought, "What the fuck, she had passed out right in the middle of an orgasm and didn't even know it." I banged her as hard as I could. She started down a few seconds later. When she stopped moving, this time, I could feel her heart thumping in her chest and she was panting. I kept a slow grind going with the monster, as long as he was hard enough to make it happen. She helped.
I slipped out and off of her. I gathered her into the spoon and held her while we calmed down.
I could have fallen asleep, but I remembered she had something special she wanted to do. In another minute or two, I asked about it.
She said, "Linda told me that one of the best parts of having sex with you, is the way you spoon with her afterward. She says it makes her feel warm and safe inside. I want to feel warm and safe for the next hour. Just hold me for an hour, Luke. That's all. After that, I'll do anything you ask of me."
I pulled her closer and held her tighter. I said, "There is nothing I would rather do than hold you right now." I went on, "You sure were quiet this time. You hardly made a sound above a whisper."
She answered, "I didn't want to wake Linda. I was afraid she would come and take you away from me."
I chuckled and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. It was firm and nice. I noticed it was bigger than Linda's. I pressed the monster against her ass and said, "If I sleep, wake me when you want to." She snuggled even closer to me, I fell asleep.
Some time later, I didn't know how long, I came back to wakefulness. The monster was already awake. I could feel the tightness of his erection. I sensed that his head was being bathed in a nice warm place. He said to me, "Be cool Luke, pretend like you are still asleep. Whatever you do, don't interrupt this lady." I felt him slide down her throat.
I thought, "How does she do that, without swallowing? Linda always swallows." I gasp involuntarily. I raised my head from the pillow just enough to see. Barb was between my legs, on her knees with her ass in the air. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair, and the monster was completely out of sight. Her red hair was beautiful.
She withdrew and brought the monster's head back to her mouth where she bathed and sucked it. I gently lay my big head back down and feigned sleep as the monster had instructed. He slid back down her throat.
She continued like this for several minutes then I gave myself away. I couldn't help it. She was sucking the head. I put both my hands on the back of her head and thrust the monster to the deepest place he could reach.
She gasped and jerked but allowed him to remain there for a few seconds. She raised her head, and the monster came all the way out. He was pissed. She looked up at my face and smiled. A thin string of her saliva bridged the gap between her lower lip and the monster's one eye.
She dipped back down and licked my belly from the base of my cock to my belly button. She hesitated for a second then continued up to my chest. She lay those beautiful tits on my belly and sucked both my nipples one after the other. She moved her lips up to mine, dragging those marvelous boobs behind. I took one in my hand to fondle as she kissed me. She was flat out on top of me now, with her pussy holding the monster down. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Can you hold me here like this Luke?"
I put my arms around her and held her.
She slipped one hand between us and grasp the monster. She raised her ass, moved the monster to her entry and engulfed him in one slow movement. All motion ceased. I felt him sigh in relief, he was where he wanted to be.
She whispered again, "Can you hold me here like this, Luke?"
I squeezed her tighter to me, moved one hand to her ass and replied, "Not for very long."
She giggled. It almost sounded like Linda's giggle.
We lay there for ten minutes. It was a wonderful experience. I never felt her pussy flex. Linda would have been milking me like I was a nanny goat by now. In my mind, the monster said, "Time for some action Luke. Let's fuck her silly."
I replied to the monster, "No, this time, it's kinder and gentler. Let's make it last a long time." I looked at the clock. This was going to be a timed event, one-hour bare minimum.
I rolled us over together until she was on her back. She bent her knees a little and spread them apart. I started a slow but powerful grind. I would retreat a couple inches, then force my cock into her as deeply as she could take it. I rotated my pelvis, so the angle of penetration was slightly different each time. I repeated this every three or four seconds. It felt so good.
I gave her instructions, "Don't move, but tell me when you are about to cum.''
She said, "U-u-m-m-m-m-m."
A few minutes later she whispered. "I can feel it starting Luke, I'm going to cum." On the next stroke, she thrust up to meet me. The monster penetrated a little deeper. I pinned her to the bed and held her there. I put enough of my weight on her that she couldn't move, and I remained still.
I said to her in a low but commanding voice, "Barb, do not move. Do not let yourself cum. I going to fuck you like I fuck Linda. You do exactly what I tell you. This is going to last a long time." I held her in place and kissed her.
I felt a vibration in her mouth. She said, "U-u-m-m-m-m."
When I felt her relax, I resumed the grind. Some minutes later. I felt her whole body quiver. She whispered, "I can't stop it, this time, Luke. It's starting I'm cumming."
I said loudly in her ear, "NO." It shocked her. I felt her orgasm subside, she relaxed. I pinned her again and held her.
She whimpered and said, "I can't take this Luke. I'm going to die if you don't let me cum."
I told her, "Not yet, I'll tell you when." I started fucking her again.
The next time her excitement rose I felt a shiver run through her. She had a mini cum. Linda calls them her baby orgasms. I let her have two more in succession, then shut her down. I pinned her and shouted, "STOP."
She froze. She said, 'Now you're just being mean. Fuck me hard Luke, help me cum. Please help me."
I felt her relax. She was calming down nicely. I withdrew the monster almost all the way and slammed him back into her depths. I held him there and pinned her.
She yelped and bucked one time hard. Gasping for air, she talked to me in a low guttural voice, "Do that two more times Luke. I will cum all over you. Please."
I looked at the clock. Twenty-seven minutes had elapsed, almost half way there.
She gave up. I felt her body go limp under me. She remained that way. I was sure she had decided to take a different tack. She was going to be nonresponsive until I needed to cum. She had drained me in our quickie earlier, I could go a long time. I thought, "It is okay, I can use a little cooling off period too." I just lay on top of her with my cock in her for a few minutes. There is no way to describe how good it was.
Presently, I took one of her boobs in my mouth, I sucked her nipple and rolled it with my tongue. I felt her heartbeat quicken. I let her tit go and stuck my tongue in her mouth as deeply as I could. She responded, and we kissed for a long time.
I made the monster twitch inside her, and she started begging for relief. "Oh Luke, help me. I need to cum. Fuck me."
I looked at the clock. Thirty-eight minutes had elapsed. I had a talk with the monster in my mind. I said to him, "I'm going to let her cum. This one is for her but not us. Hold on. Don't climax. When she goes off the third time, we'll go with her."
The monster answered me. "I've got your back Boss, shove her over the edge."
I did just that. I drew the monster most of the way out and slammed him back in hard. She had seen that before and didn't believe it was going anywhere. I did it again. I felt her gasp for air and her arms went around my neck. She drew my head down and kissed me. I did it again. Her legs flew around me, and her ankles locked just below my ass. She screamed. "FUCK ME LUKE, F-U-U-C-C-C-K-K-K-K M-E-E-E-E-E."
I thought, "Wow, I'll bet that woke Linda up."
I changed the angle of attack and massaged her G-spot with the shaft of my cock. Her clit had been under attack ever since the beginning. I changed to about a three-quarter length, medium speed stroke and continued fucking her. She was bucking and trying to help.
She got her voice under control and mumbled in my ear, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck me, Luke, fuck me don't stop. I'm cumming."
I kept up the stroke and she came all over me. She really got juicy. "Everything will be wet by the time we finish," I thought. Her orgasm went on and on. I think it might have been two separate ones instead of one long one. It didn't matter, she was where I wanted her to be. Her whole body was shuddering when she started down from her high. She was making strange sounds in her throat. Some of them might have been words, but I couldn't understand her.
Finally, I did understand something. She whispered, "Thank You, Luke." The silly girl thought it was over. I was definitely having fun with her now. Forty-six minutes.
I shortened the stroke and slowed the pace a bit but kept screwing her.
In two or three minutes she realized the monster was holding his head up. She said in my ear with some surprise in her voice, "You didn't cum."
I answered her, "No, I didn't. Can you have another one?"
"Oh God, yes Luke," she answered. Fuck me.
In my head, the monster asked, "Is this number two or three?"
I answered him, "Let's call it two, we have some time left."
He said, "Got ya covered. Go!!"
I kept the same pace and kissed her. I twisted one of her nipples. I felt her heart rate and her breathing start to go crazy again. Without warning, I banged her hard five or six strokes, slowed just a bit and went back to her G-spot. She came again almost immediately. It was like starting a two-stroke engine. When you got everything right, it just happened. This one was gentler for her. There was no hard need or great urgency. She wasn't bucking or thrusting with any force. She was basically lying on her back enjoying the monster as he did his thing with her. There was no violence on his part either. There was authority as he moved in and out of her. She did rise to the rhythm of his thrust to ensure his access to her greatest depth.
We fucked like this for a long time. Her orgasm ended, I kept fucking her. She relaxed for a minute then had two mini cums in a row. I kept fucking her. Two minutes later she had another big one. It was soft and sweet like the first one. She moaned and rolled her hips as the pleasure swept over her. I know she thought she was in Heaven.
The monster said, "I know that's number three, let's nail her!!"
I jerked his leash and held him back.
It finally ended for her. She lay there motionless. The monster continued with a minor motion inside her. He pulled out an inch or two then pressed back to her deepest spot. Fifty-five minutes by the clock.
She held me and we kissed. I kept the easy rhythm. She whispered in my ear, "Luke, I didn't know sex could be like this. I do know why Linda shared you with me. She wanted me to know what she had, and there was just no way to make me understand with words. I think she wants me to be jealous and envious of her. I could never be jealous of her, she is too wonderful. I will always be envious. Do you think she will allow us to be together again?"
I answered her, "I don't know Sugar, but let's finish what we started here before we worry about that."
She gasp, "Oh Luke, is there still more?"
I said, "Barb, You are about to see me as I become most selfish. The monster and I are going to double team you now. We are going to fuck you any way we want. This is strictly for our own pleasure. We would like for you to come along for the ride and enjoy it with us. Understand, you really have no option. If you resist,
We will force fuck you, whether you like it or not."
She answered, "Oh my God, yes Luke. Fuck me any way you want. I can cum again for you. I have never been this hot. Tell the monster I'm glad he is going to help. I will help, tell me what to do. Do you want me to resist? Please cum inside of me. I still have your cum in me from our quickie earlier. The thought of it being there makes me happy inside. There will never be enough of it inside of me. Fuck me Luke, cum in me."
I increased the tempo but not much. Barb was rotating her pelvis and rising to my thrust. She was holding my head and kissing me. Her legs went around me and her ankles locked together again. I couldn't escape if I wanted to. I didn't want to. My excitement rose. Barb's did too.
I could feel her well-tuned body rolling, flexing and thrusting under me. Her movements illustrated her willingness and enthusiasm for the task at hand. She wasn't resisting. Clearly, her intent was to enhance my pleasure as much as possible. My selfishness went away. I knew the monster and I couldn't hold out much longer. He had been given the green light. I told him she wanted to go with us and to hold until her orgasm began. He made no promise.
She said, "Luke, I can feel it starting. I'm about to cum. Cum with me." Her body flinched and she said in between gasp, "I can feel the monster swelling and twitching."
I said to her, "He is about to do his thing. We are trying to wait for you. I want you to cum right now." I felt her body quake in orgasm. She held me tighter and her thrust became a perfect match for my rhythm. My first spasm splashed cum deep in her belly.
Then something mystical happened. In my mind, I could see our souls. Hers was bright, pure and white. Barb's soul and Linda's looked like a matched pair. Mine had a slightly darker fringe at the edge, from the sins I committed in Vietnam, I think. Why was Linda's soul here?
All three touched each other, they merged. We experienced time dilation. Everything slowed down. I had my second spasm. I know it only lasted a second, it seemed to last a minute. Wow, what a feeling.
I could feel Barb's orgasm. A woman's is different. It was magnificent. It felt like a wave of raw unrestricted pleasure. It rolled over me, around me and through me like an ocean wave coming in. I was totally engulfed in it. I had never had a feeling so wondrous. I was flooded with euphoria. It was far better than a man's orgasm. No wonder, women like to fuck.
Barb was crying. I asked what was wrong.
She said, "My body is full of your semen Luke. It's such a waste. I've been taking the pill, I won't get pregnant. Are you angry with me?"
I said, "No Sugar, This is recreational sex, I don't want you to be pregnant." The monster pumped a new stream, but I hardly noticed. A new wave of euphoria washed over us.
Barb smiled, she was happy again. She looked at Linda and asked, "Linda, may I have a piece of Luke's soul to keep?"
Linda replied, "Sure, he can't give you what is mine, but I don't own all of him. I would like for you to have a piece of me too. I'm sure Luke wants some of you to keep, and I know I do."
The monster erupted one more time and I found myself back in the real world. I was flat out on top of Barb. She had her arms around my neck, and we were kissing passionately. Her legs were still locked around me. My thrust into her was still long and forceful. She met each one and welcomed the monster into her center. The monster had three more spasms, and it was over for us. She had emptied us again. That was three times tonight, all of them with Barb, none with Linda. H-m-m-m-m.
Barb's orgasm subsided. I felt her go limp under me. She broke our kiss and began to breathe deeply. Her ankles unlocked and her legs fell to the sides. I lowered the tempo but kept thrusting until the monster began to lose his rigidity.
I rolled off her and came to rest on my back. Barb snuggled into my right side. She nestled her head in the hollow of my shoulder and threw one of her legs over me. In a few seconds, Linda assumed the same position on my other side. I encircled each of them with an arm and held them close to me. I must have really done something good in a past life, to receive a reward like this. I lay there and tried to remember the dream, I just had. I almost had it, I couldn't quite remember.

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Elapsed time, one hour and nine minutes. I chuckled to myself and thought, "Good job Luke, well-done monster."

I bent down and kissed Linda. I asked, "where did you come from, Sweetheart?"
She answered, "Barb woke me when she screamed a while ago. I thought you might have been hurting her. I came to see. I've been at the door watching since then. I really am something of a voyeur, I think. You two certainly put on a good show."
I said, "Thank you, Ma'am. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did."
Linda said, "I think Barb is already asleep, and I know you are spent. I'm going to allow you to sleep now if you will hold me. I am going to fuck the first one of you to wake."
I said, "Give me an hour then wake me."
Linda giggled, and I fell fast asleep.
I slept for several hours. The room was full of daylight when I woke. The clock said a quarter after nine. The next thing I noticed was the monster was at attention and my young and vibrant wife was on top of me sliding up and down his length. She was wet and slippery. Barb was still asleep.
She whispered, "This won't take long Lover, I need to cum."
I thought, "I guess I'm it." I decided to help all I could. I brought her face to mine for a sweet kiss while I tweaked her nipples. I then brought her breast to my mouth and sucked them in turn. I held her hips and changed the angle a bit each stroke. I teased her G-spot with the monster and massaged her clit with my pubic bone. The monster held up his end. He stayed hard and I felt him start to swell.
In just a few minutes the monster twitched once and it triggered Linda's need for him. She came all over us. She remained quiet but maintained her motion. Her pussy snapped closed on me. It felt like I was being milked by a little Swiss milkmaid on a three-legged stool. I came harder than I thought I could.
We finished close to the same time. Linda just lay on me and allowed me to hold her. Her head was on my chest, and she was looking into Barb's face. She reached over and pulled a lock of Barb's hair from her eyes. Barb's eyes fluttered as she came awake. Her amber eyes were huge. They looked like two caution lights on a dark night.
Linda smiled at her and said, "My loving husband really did a number on you, didn't he, Sugar?"
She smiled back and said, "Linda, It was wonderful. I never knew sex could be like that. I am so envious of you. Thank you for letting us be together." Barb bridged the gap and they kissed each other like I've had them both kiss me. It was open mouthed, deep and passionate.
A half hour later Linda said, "shower time." The two of them slipped out of bed and went to the shower together. I gave them a few minutes then followed. We took turns standing under the head and wetting our bodies. When it was my turn, Barb dropped down on her knees and took my limp member in her mouth. She rolled him around and sucked him, making lots of lewd noise. She fondled my balls and sucked some more. The monster just hung there. He didn't respond at all.
Barb looked at Linda and said, "I am so sorry Linda. I know it was stiff when you gave him to me, and I should return it in the same condition. I think it's broken and I don't think we can fix it." Barb stood and they both laughed at me.
We washed each other with no further humiliation at the monster's expense.
I volunteered to cook breakfast on the grill while the girls dried their hair. I went to the kitchen. I started the coffee maker and made breakfast sandwiches. Bacon, egg and cheese with a little mayonnaise on toasted English muffins. One for each of the girls and two for me. I put them on covered plates with sliced tomato and Mandurian orange slices. I set the table on the patio and brought the coffee carafe out. I was seated drinking coffee when the girls arrived. They sparkled, I stood.
Linda was in her robe as was I. Barb was dressed for her journey home. She was wearing white shorts that were tight at the waist and over her butt. The legs reached almost to her knees and were loose enough that I could get my fingers under them if need be. She had a tight blue tank top with no bra. Blue running shoes with white socks finished her outfit. This was one damn good looking woman.
Linda kissed me on the cheek and sat down. I noticed she was a little flushed. Barb came and kissed me with a bit more ardor. She molded her body against me and tongue kissed me with feeling. I noticed there was no taste of pussy juice in her mouth. She whispered in my ear loud enough for Linda to hear, "I brushed my teeth."
Linda said, "I can't get away with anything." We all laughed.
We enjoyed breakfast together. There was no awkwardness. I felt like I was with family. The girls talked and giggled together. They both picked on me some. I enjoyed their company. Nothing about sex was mentioned. Barb knew that she would get another invitation or she wouldn't. She knew that Linda and I would make that decision, and she would find out soon enough.
When it was time for Barb to leave we walked her to her car. She kissed us in turn and said simply, "Thank you both." She sat down in her car and closed the door. She pushed the button and her side window came down. She looked at Linda and then me. She said, "I hope I get another dinner invitation." She cranked the car and turned it around. We waved as she drove toward the gate. I ran back into the house and opened it for her.
Linda and I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and when we finished I asked, "What do you want to do now coach?"
She answered, "I need more sleep and time to think about this. I want you to take me to bed and hold me. I took her hand and walked with her up the stair to our bedroom. The bed there hadn't been used, it was fresh. We tossed our robes over a chair and crawled in bed together. I spooned with her. No sex this time, just rest. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, kissed her neck and relaxed behind her.
She asked, "Was this fun for you?"
I answered, "Yes."
She asked, "Was she a good fuck?"
I replied, "Yes."
She asked, "As good as you thought she would be?"
Again I answered, "Yes."
"As good as me?" she asked.
I said, "Oh Hell no." I felt Linda shudder.
She said, "Why not? How am I better?"
"Well," I said, "The first thing is, we have twenty years of experience together. We know how each other will react to anything. We know exactly how to please each other. It will take her a very long time to catch up. Secondly, she really doesn't know much about her body. I banged her G-spot. She knew she was having explosive orgasms, but she had no idea how I was giving them to her."
Linda said, "Yeah, in our little quickie before breakfast, I showed her how to find my G-spot, and then I guided her fingers to hers. She told me that you had made her cum that way." Linda giggled, "She knows about it now."
I went on, "She has never developed her Kegel muscles either. How could she not know about her love muscles? You can grasp and hold and milk me with your pussy. I have always taken that for granted. I thought all women could do that. I never felt her pussy flex at all. If we continue to play with her, you are going to have to teach her. Fucking her now is like screwing a jar of mayonnaise. It's wet and slippery, and in her case nice and tight, but there was no life in it. She was extremely enthusiastic, though, I really did enjoy being with her."
"Okay," Linda said, "Here is the big question. Are we going to do this again?"
I answered, "That decision should be yours. The monster has too much influence on me where Barbra is concerned. Did you enjoy being with her? Did that silicone cock turn you on?"
"Yes," Linda answered, "and yes. Being with another woman was a new experience and I enjoyed it. I've always wondered what It would be like. I think I might learn to enjoy it more. I don't think it will ever be as good as being with you. However, a change of pace every now and then could be good. As for the rubber dick, it's not nearly as good as the real thing. It couldn't swell and throb inside of me. It couldn't cum with me. It was only a poor imitation of the real thing. Still, it was a new experience and I had fun with it. If the real thing wasn't available, I can see where it could be an acceptable substitute. It does have one advantage over you, it stays hard all the time." She giggled and went on, "You know, I never got my, "reasonable amount," of alone time with Barb."
"Yeah," I said, "It turns out we can't make plans worth a shit, or maybe we tried to do too much in one night. I guess you will have to do it next time, hint-hint." I snuggled up close to my wonderful wife, and we slept.
Life is good.