Hall pass Two.
IT STARTS:
chapter 1
My name is Russ. My wife's name is Susan.
I can't even begin to understand why she would want to do what she did. I still looked at her and wondered what on Earth I was lacking to make her do such a thing. I know it had to be me. I had to be lacking, for her to do what she wanted.
Just a few days ago, I watched, as twenty-four years of what I thought was a wonderful marriage walked out the door with barely a week of notice and, hell, no warning beyond that. How or what can a man say when your wife asked for a hall pass? And not just for a day either. But a week or maybe two.
(To define what she asked. A hall pass is essentially a get out of jail free card for infidelity. Your husband is telling you to go for it if you have any sexual urges towards other people. If you do have sex or any other romantic encounters with anyone else, your husband has no right to get angry about it.) Just in case anyone needs to know what a hall pass is.
I asked her which fuckwit I was about to bust up for putting the moves on my wife behind my back. She assured me that no one had touched her yet and she had no desires for anyone in particular either.
We had argued about it for almost four days before she told me that her best friend and colleague had divorced and Kathy (her best friend.) had been going out on the weekends to pick up men. She took them home and had sex with most of them. She has been telling my wife Susan about it and now Susan is all turned on by the idea of having sex with random strangers.
The first few times she brought it up got me so shook, I started to scream. I asked her how many men she had fucked without me knowing. She told me none. But I was starting to wonder about that answer.
Susan is a school teacher for second grade kids. Mostly around 7- or 8-years old students. She is supposed to be respectful and lead by example.
Summer was coming and she wanted to start bringing strange men home to fuck them in the spare room, assuring me that she would never do anything in our bed with anyone else. I walked around in a daze for several days, knowing her request was killing me. I never told anyone about her insanity. I kept it to myself very well and I have to say that I even shed some tears. She became more and more demanding, letting me know she wanted to do this during spring break.
I had challenged her several times, asking her why she wanted to cheat on me. I couldn't believe her response each time. "It isn't cheating if I have your consent." On and on. The same thing. She went crazy.
Then she started with the argument, "When I start having sex with other men, I can bring home what they teach me and make our sex life even better. After that didn't work, she tried the "I-won't-stop-making-love-to-you card. "I will fuck you any time you want for the whole time I am on the pass..." Then she tried, "If you love me, you will let me do it." I came back with "If you love me!! you wouldn't do it or even ask." That didn't work either.
Then she tried to cut me off and leave me with nothing. Bribing me with sex to allow it. No, I didn't cave. Then she started to become overly sexual and give me things she knew I craved. I caved! But I had some conditions.
I told her that she couldn't bring any man anywhere around me and especially to our home. She didn't like that, and started to argue, but I told her that she could take her things to Kathy's house and fuck them there with her. "She does have a spare room, doesn't she?" She knew I was not going to bend on that. So, she agreed. She then hugged me and told me I made her the happiest woman in the world. I didn't tell her the price was too high for that.
She danced around the house for the next few days, getting ready for her hall pass. I mostly avoided her. Seeing her so happy, knowing I was not the man she needed, just about killed me. I started to become extremely depressed and I had to hide from her and everyone else. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone knowing what was happening to me. I figured that they would think I wasn't man enough to take care of my wife, and sadly they would be right.
I remember coming home very late on Monday evening and finding her already packed with her bags in the car. She tried to kiss me but I refused., telling her, "Please don't do this. Don't do this. You know it will only ruin our relationship."
She only rationalized what she was doing and said, "No honey, just a few weeks, or a month at the most."
"It went from just a few days to a month?" I asked. "I will definitely be home by the end of Summer." She made sure I knew.
That was three months. 'I wasn't going to be here by then.' But I didn't tell her that. As she walked out the door without a kiss. As I had refused to give her that satisfaction. I suppose I was mostly worried if someone I knew fucked her. I felt like such a putz... I sat in our living room just aghast at what had transpired.
I had some preparations in place; I had hired a private detective to keep an eye on her. I had to know and have proof that she was in fact doing what she had said she would do. I had a locksmith show up just a few hours after she left. They changed all the locks in the house and the garage.
On Tuesday, I had one hell of a time getting up and going to work. My accounting practice is seasonal, and June isn't all that bad. I didn't do much at work. What can I say I felt like shit?
As I said, I had already hired a private investigator. Wednesday afternoon I got a call from him and made an appointment. I showed up and had the proof I needed, all in living color too. He asked me if I wanted him to continue the surveillance. I said for two more weeks if he would. I had reason to continue, even though I had what I needed to know.
It was clear that I wasn't enough for her. So, I knew she didn't want me. Not anymore. She called on that Friday night, just as I was leaving work. She said that she had some extra time today and wandered if I wanted to meet her at home. She said she could come by the house and take care of me.
I told her "No. I am good." I went out to a place called 'Joe's Place'. Not really sure if Susan would try to go by the house or not. I really didn't want to be there.
I went to the bar knowing that there were usually one or two fights a week. I was somewhat hoping I would get in on one of them. It was a bust. The closest thing that happened was some dude kicked his girlfriend out and they had a blow-up there. I have to say, I was disappointed.
I finished my beer, walked out to my car and heard some sniffling. The woman who had been thrown out was setting there in the parking lot with tears in her eyes. Need I say what happened? Of course, I let her in. I told her she could stay in my daughters' old room for as long as she needs to.
Her name was Maria. She was a few years younger than me. I thought, what the hell. At least I had someone to talk to.
I had had a lot more to drink on Friday than I thought. I knew this because I woke up very late and my head felt like it was swimming.
I heard noises in the kitchen that caught my attention. I walked in and found Maria fixing breakfast. It was Saturday, my sleep-in day. I didn't get up till at least 3 in the afternoon. "What the fuck?" I thought. Even Susan knew better than to try to get me up this early on Saturday.
I staggered into my kitchen and was handed a plate of food. Eggs over easy, toast, potatoes, and sausage. I haven't eaten breakfast like that in years. I smiled at the cook and said, "Thank you." Then I went to the table to eat. "Are you going to eat something?" I asked.
She smiled as she brought me a cup of freshly made coffee then said. "I never eat breakfast. But I know that you did. So, it's ok."
I looked at her properly for the first time: She was way too skinny. She was, at best, 5'2" tall and maybe 102 pounds. She didn't have a lot of tits or even much of an ass. But still it was easy to tell that she was all woman. She wore some torn up baggy jeans and a baggy T shirt that had seen better days. I think I threw better rags than that away before I would wash my car with them. Looking at her more closely, I saw high cheekbones and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.. That wasn't her best feature either; her lips, no one can ever know how bad I wanted to taste them. Not to mention let them roam over my body. And especially...
