It seems that I am as fascinated with this couple as many other writers. I have read opinions of how possibly, ML feel in love with Linda after their night. Linda was Miss Right, I feel that she was only 'Miss Right Now'. A woman selected because her man was a threat. In a large group of friend, so he would want to do anything that might make him feel the wrath of the friends group. I am in the restaurant/nightclub segment, and I have known and watched many predators and seducer do their work. Most of them are in it for the 'moment', and get off on screwing other men's wives. It's just a game most of the time. A single friend of mine has recently complained that some of today's entitled women, who are out actively screwing other men than their boyfriends and husbands, have taken some of the fun out of the hunt. Basically, ruined the hunting grounds. He especially likes Deer Hunting Season, when he gets women that he could never get during the rest of the year. Husbands hunting Deer, and Wifey is hunting a new dick. But I digress.
I won't bore you with the basic story, you know that already, or you can read "February Sucks" for yourself. This is another possible scenario, another door opened on this couple. Hope you enjoy.
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"Your shit is packed in your car, so get the fuck out of my house!" Jim screamed at Linda as she came in the door.
This was not the reception that she was expecting. She knew that her husband would be upset, but 'He' had assured her that some make-up sex, and Jim would reclaim her. Everything would be back to normal.
Jim must have stayed up all night packing her belongings. He looked like he had not slept. There weren't any alcohol bottles anywhere, so he had not been drinking. He was cold sober, and pissed.
Linda tried to explain, how it was a mistake, and 'only sex', or 'I don't love him, I love you'. All the scenarios that she had run through her mind that morning when awoke in 'His' bed.
'He' had given Linda a night to remember. She had never had a night where she had sex so many times, they would fuck until he needed to rest, it was like he couldn't ejaculate. Not that she was complaining, but her female parts took a huge pounding, she couldn't hardly sit down comfortably.
Jim drug her by the right arm to the garage, and opened the garage door.
Linda noticed that her Camry was full with trash bags. Her things, apparently, all of her things.
"Your folks are expecting you. I told them what you did last night. Your dad is not pleased with you."
She hated to disappoint her father. She felt the knot in her stomach. She could not face him. His approval was so important to her. He would look at her as a failure. Shit, her dad loved Jim. They had bonded immediately after Linda introduced Jim to her Dad.
A black trash bag had to pushed more into the passenger seat before Linda could get into the car. She snapped her seat-belt in, and started the car. Jim looked so angry as he watched her back out of the garage.
She couldn't face Daddy, not yet.
It was afternoon, and Dee and Dave should be home.
Linda started driving to Dee's house. Maybe she could stay there with them until Jim cools down. Dave and Dee could help him understand that it was a 'one time thing'.
As she drove away, Jim grabbed his keys off the hook by the garage door. It was time to get the kids. He needed their unconditional love.
Week One:
Week One, to Jim, began the moment that Linda drove away. He had always been a family man. Being there for his children, as his father did for him and his brother, while being a good provider.
He did his best to pitch in with chores around the house, even though he, alone, dealt with all chores in regard to the outside of the house.
Unpacking the kid's bags from last night was simple, and he sorted the laundry and started it. Jim understood, this was his life for the near future. He wasn't sure that Linda could be any part of his life again. She had broken his one rule. He had forsaken all others while she not only broke that rule, but did it to his face, in public. Not acceptable.
It was Saturday, and with the house picked up and laundry completed, Jim ordered pizza while he sat with kids and watched Little Mermaid for the fortieth time.
Sunday morning, he decided to skip church this week. He woke the children from their slumber, and took them to the amusement park for the day.
He kept glancing at his phone. No messages or texts from his wife, but a question mark from his mother-in-law. Guess she didn't go her folks house. He guessed that bitch Dee's house was where she landed Saturday night.
After bathing them, he took the kids to bed. They came home tired and happy. He smiled as he put them to bed. They could sleep a little later tomorrow since he was dropping them off at school, which Linda normally did.
He turned his phone on. No missed calls or messages from Linda. He texted his in-laws. They replied that she wasn't at their home. They weren't sure where she was. His father-in-law promised to find her tomorrow.
Linda spent the first hour after she arrived Saturday, telling Dee of her exploits with her 'greek god'. Dee swooned as she listened to the stories of how great the sex was, how perfect he was, how many orgasms. You know the kind of talk. This talk reenforced to Linda that she deserved her night with 'him'. She deserved to have an adventure with someone else. She'd been a good wife and mother, and it was damn time for her to have some 'special time' for herself.
Dee reenforced that she would have done the same thing, and that Dave would have to live it.
Dee smiled again at Linda. "Tell me again how it felt. I never been lucky enough to have a man like that. Start at the beginning."
Linda grinned as she relived last night for her friend while Dave stood behind the doorway out of sight. He stroked his manhood as he listened again to how Linda got herself fucked last night. He'd love to 'hit that' Linda. It wasn't that his wife wasn't attractive but he knew from Linda's tale that she was a slut, and he wanted to fuck a slut.
A hour later, Dave entered the room carrying a pitcher of margaritas for the ladies. He kept them coming all evening. The girls were wasted. Dee was so drunk that she even sucked him off before he put her to bed.
Dave waited a while before entering the guest room where Linda laid sleeping. He smiled to himself as he undressed and got into bed with Linda. She slept in her underwear. It was obvious that she pulled her clothes off and flopped into the bed.
He slowly pulled her panties down. Linda squirmed some, twisting and turning as they came off her legs.
Crawling over her, he pushed her legs apart, and prepared to enter Linda. She was well groomed. Probably for Jim's special night, and he knew how that turned out.
He rubbed its head across her pussy lips, and slowly began to push inside. In a second, he was fully inside.
Watching Linda's face, she smiled, and her mouth opened and closed as he began to stroke in and out. He picked up his pace because he needed some friction. Linda didn't feel like Dee does. He smiled to himself as he fucked the same pussy as an all-pro football player.
Suddenly Drunk Linda woke up. She went crazy pushing Dave off of her while screaming, "What are you doing?!!"
"Getting some sweet pussy." Dave smiled.
"You raped me!" She screamed.
"You may be right, but you're a whore that likes to be fucked. I heard your stories tonight. You're a fucking slut!"
Linda crossed the room, and slapped Dave across his left cheek.
