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 draped 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 mΓ©nage 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.