I awoke several hours later and slipped out of bed. I threw on my robe and slippers and went to the kitchen. A ham and cheese sandwich and a beer seemed in order, so I threw it together and carried them to the patio.
I munched on the sandwich and looked at the lake. I didn't allow myself to think. I wasn't ready to confront what we had done.
Two minutes later, Linda came through the sliding door. She looked as if she had just stepped out of a hat box. "How does she do that?" I thought. She was wearing white walking shorts, white socks and yellow sneakers. Her top was yellow and tied at the bottom to show her flat tummy and her belly button. The springy ponytail topped off the vision. Linda is thirty-eight and looks like a teenage pixie. Despite the turmoil in my head, the monster moved.
She bent and kissed me on the cheek as she took the second half of my sandwich. She sat and said, "I'm going for a walk. Will you go with me?" She took a bite.
I was glad she hadn't mentioned Barb. I still wasn't ready.
"Yeah," I said, "Let me get dressed and I'll be right back."
When I returned, she was drinking the last swallow of my beer. I took her hand and helped her rise from her chair.
We started down the path toward the lake and neither of us spoke. I've been here with her before. When there is a pressing subject on her mind that she needs to talk with me about, she will put it off as long as she can. In this case, she knows that I know what the subject is, so she will never say anything until I start the conversation. She might find a way to procrastinate even then.
We walked in silence, hand in hand until we reached what has come to be our favorite bench. We sat and I gave her a minute. I said, "Do you feel guilty?"
She didn't respond at all for a while but she did wipe a tear from her eye. Finally, she looked at me and said, "Okay, this is one of those times when we have to tell each other the absolute truth, isn't it?"
I answered, "Yes Sweetheart, do you feel guilty?"
I knew that she had already thought this out because she answered immediately. "No, but I am scared to death. How badly have we screwed up?"
"The only answer to that is, I don't know," I replied. I don't feel guilty either and I too am afraid. I know that I still love you just as much as I did before. That won't change."
"Oh Luke," she said, "That's what I needed to hear. I will always love you. Are you angry with me?"
"Linda," I said, "We did this together, we will work it out together. I'm not angry. I'm stunned. I must be in denial. Somewhere inside, I can't believe this really happened. It's going to take a while for me to resolve this in my mind. Until I do, nothing similar is going to happen, maybe never."
"Agreed," she said.
I went on, "We will be gentle with each other and continue as before. If either of us needs to talk about it, we will.
"Agreed," she said again. There was a pointed pause and then Linda asked, "What about Barb? She was a party to this. We can't just leave her high and dry. We can't ignore her feelings. There is no telling what effect this has had on her."
"You're right, of course. I've been so wrapped in us, I haven't even thought about her," was my reply.
Linda said, "Send flowers with a nice note. Yellow roses I think."
"What should the note say?" I asked.
"Please accept these roses as an expression of our gratitude, until we meet again. Then sign it Luke and Linda," she answered.
I replied, "Maybe we should sign it just L. and L. That way our names won't be there and she will still have the message. Another thing, until we meet again, sounds like we may want to do it again. Are you open for that?"
Linda thought for a long time before she answered. "Being totally truthful is required, right?"
"Yes," I answered.
"I am not completely closed to the idea, not yet anyway," was her thought.
"Okay", I said, in my mind, "That's food for thought. I haven't even considered that eventuality."
Linda asked, "What if Barb calls? If she doesn't hear from us in a reasonable amount of time, she will call one of us. I would if I were in her place."
"That is true I suppose," I said. "Whichever one of gets the call will just tell her we are hashing it out in our minds and she will hear from us one way or another. She knows this was a first for us. It was a giant step from where we have been for the last twenty years. She will understand."
We stood and continued our walk. When we arrived back at the house, I called a florist in Dallas and sent fifty yellow roses. I modified the note to read, "In appreciation for your visit and for the warm feelings we have for you."
A week passed before Barb called. She called me at work.
When I answered the phone, Barb said, "I loved the roses, Luke. They made me feel good inside. I hope you have the need to send me some more, sometime in the future."
I explained to her, "Barb, Linda and I are having some second thoughts. Please understand that this was a first for us. A radical departure from the way we have always conducted ourselves. Our marriage and sex life has always been private, personal and exclusive to each other."
"Oh Luke," she replied, "I wanted you so badly and I thought all three of us wanted this to happen. Having Linda involved was frosting on the cake for me. If I have harmed your marriage, I will never forgive myself. I will not bother either of you again."
I said, "Don't feel bad about this, Barb. It wasn't your fault. Linda and I both wanted to do it or it wouldn't have happened. Neither of us feels guilty and we certainly do not blame you, but it is very new and scary for us. Give us some time to kick it around. Don't waste a minute of your life feeling guilty."
She answered, "Luke, my selfish truth is I long to have you inside of me again. Should one or both of you call me I will be available. Otherwise, I guess all we have left to say is goodbye."
The monster stirred, but I said, "Thank you for your understanding. Our time together will always be a highlight in my life. Goodbye, Barb."
She said, "Bye," and hung up.
I piddled around the office for another hour then shut everything down and started home. Thinking about sex with Barb had me aroused. Then I began thinking about making love to Linda. I recognized the difference. I had to raise myself off the car seat so I could adjust the monster's position to accommodate his rather quick expansion. I thought about both women. Barb was a friend and a great fuck. Linda is the woman I love and that makes her far better.
The monster moved and spoke to me. He allowed that we should screw Linda's brains out as soon as we got home whether she liked it or not. He is a selfish bastard, but I said, "Okay."
I drove up the drive, parked beyond the patio, and used that door to enter the house. I called Linda's name and she answered from the den. When I got there, she was sitting in my chair watching some silly ass game show on TV. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and a pull over top that ended just below her beautiful boobs. I took her by the hand pulled her from the chair and started up the stair with her in tow. She never said a word, just stumbled along behind me trying to keep up. When we arrived, I turned to face her and was greeted by her most wonderful smile. I thought, "Well monster, we are not going to have to force her."
I got out of my clothes as quickly as possible and when I looked up she was standing there stark naked wearing only the smile. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her. Neither of us spoke. While I explored her mouth with my tongue, she nestled in close to me and molded her body to mine. I slipped my hand between us to touch her clit, and then lower into her opening. She was already wet. A low moan escaped her lips as she ground her pubic mound against my hand. I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked each in turn, as I lay her backward on the bed. I spread her knees and bent to take her clit in my mouth, a few seconds later my tongue went in as deeply as I could make it go. Her pussy gushed its juices all over my face and I assumed she was ready. I went back to her mouth for a deep kiss and stuffed her pussy with cock as far as I could go and to the hilt on the second stroke. I heard her gasp then whimper as her legs encircled me and her ankles locked over my ass. She bucked like a bronco and I pounded her with my best effort. This couldn't have gone on more than a couple of minutes. I felt her stiffen and her whole body quivered. That sent me over the edge. I usually have more control. This time with no warning, my orgasm washed over me. I thrust violently all the way into her and paused as my spasm deposited my seed deep in her belly. Then I did it again. Six or eight strokes and I was finished. I collapsed on top of her.
Linda lay under me supporting most of my weight. She was breathing heavily, but her body was very relaxed. I rolled off her and gathered her into our spoon position. She snuggled in close and allowed me to hold her and cup one of her boobs in my hand. We cuddled that way until our pulse rate and breathing came down some.
Linda finally spoke. She asked, "What brought that on?"
I answered, "Not yet Sweetheart. I am thoroughly enjoying holding you this way. I need for it to last a little longer."