Wife Wants a Hall Pass Ch. 61

She said, "I wanted to mention it but if you're happy, I can be also. I have two more questions." I nodded. She said, "First, as I understand the situation, you and I can still swing with anyone that we have played with in the past. We are going to try not to form any new relationships. Is that correct?"

I answered, "That is the gist of it. Besides Larry, there will be no new relationships, at least not in the near future."

She said, "Okay then. Are there any of my previous lovers that are on the, forbidden-fruit-list, like Jerry?"

I answered, "Yes, as a matter of fact. There is one couple actually." After a moment, I said, "Karl Ziegler and his wife, Connie. I never want to see either of them again."

She said, "No problem there. That relationship just didn't work out." Next, think about this. Say we were off on vacation and we met a couple that we would never see again. If we did a one-night swing, would that be a relationship?

I considered what she had said. Ella Mitchell came to my mind. She was a young Kansas farm girl that I had a one-night affair with. I enjoyed being with her very much. Our thing didn't develop into a relationship. I replied to Linda, "I don't know. That scenario deserves some thought. Let's talk about it at another time.

We had finished eating. I said, "I need to call Juan. I want to know how he made out with the crew that is supposed to harvest our grain." Linda handed me the phone. I called Juan's home. Maria answered. After a few seconds of pleasantries, she informed me that Juan was over at the new place with the combine crew. I said thanks and hung up. I told Linda the situation and said, "I had better go over there."

She replied, "I want to go too." I said, "Okay, Little One, boots and jeans." We quickly put away our breakfast things and then changed clothes. We jumped in my truck. Ten minutes later, we drove into the biggest wheat field on the new place.

It had measured out at one hundred, twenty-seven acres. It was a rough rectangle with a small dogleg on the north end. Juan was standing near his truck with the man that I assumed was the crew boss. There were two light semi grain haulers parked near the field's edge. The combine was making its way back toward us on what must have been his third pass after the perimeter cut. It was shooting grain into a third hauler that was keeping pace with him.

I said to Linda, "This is more than I had hoped for."

I parked my truck a few feet behind Juan's. Linda and I got out and Juan and his companion approached us. Juan introduced us to Anthony Werner. He was, in fact, the crew boss and owner of the small operation.

Juan said, "I have made a deal with this man to harvest your grain, Patron." He always calls me that when we are with strangers. He continued, "I have agreed that you will pay to this man $6,600.00 in cash at the time his work here is finished.

I looked at Mr. Werner and asked, "This was done on a handshake I assume."

He looked at me and said. "Please call me Tony. I have no qualms about the deal, Mr. Bowman. Your reputation precedes you."

I said, "Please call me Luke and you may address my wife as Linda." I took a moment to size the man up. He was tall and straight and probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He had already demonstrated that he was a red-blooded American. He couldn't help but look at Linda more than once.

I asked, "When do you think you will be finished?"

He answered, "We will finish before dark today. That machine is capable of cutting one hundred, fifty acres a day. I have another one just like it working in one of your other fields as we speak. You only have two hundred acres total. We should finish easily by late evening."

I asked, "Why do you need cash?" I run a legitimate operation in all my dealings. If I pay you in cash, I will take about a twenty percent hit from the taxman."

He held up his hand and said, "Oh, my operation is always above board. I will give you a receipt for the money you pay me. That will satisfy your taxman. I prefer cash because I pay my crew in cash. We will spend the next ten weeks on the road between here and the Dakotas. These men don't have bank accounts. It is just easier to operate in cash as much as I can. That goes for food, fuel, lodging and all my other expenses as well."

I said, "Fair enough. Your money will be here this afternoon." We shook hands.

Linda offered Juan and Tony Coke from our cooler. She sat on the tailgate of my truck and watched. Tony and I became better acquainted by talking about his living on the road lifestyle. The combine pulled up in front of us and stopped.

Linda came and led Tony away by the hand. She said, "I want to see your equipment." She looked at me and smiled wanly. I couldn't help but chuckle inside. It gave Juan and me time to talk privately for a few minutes. We talked generally about fence repair and other things we would need to do to bring the new place up to par. The fences were critical. They had to be in good shape before we could put any cattle on the place. We agreed to inspect the houses and barns later.

The combine got back underway with a new hauler under its spout. Linda and I watched for another few minutes and left the men to their work. On the way back home, I said, "You kind of took up with tony, didn't you?"

She giggled and answered, "You know that I have a thing for older men with a streak of grey in their hair. He looks like a good one to me. He is good looking, well built in a workman's sort of way and he is an alpha. He runs his world." She paused and then asked, "Do you think we could get him in under the wire? He would probably give you a discount on the work he is doing for you."

I looked at her.

She slid over close to me and stuck her tongue in my ear for a moment. She said, "Your wife is a wanton slut and a whore, you know." She giggled. She was just kidding.

I said, "You are crowding the line again, aren't you." She giggled again.

A moment later, she said, "Seriously, let's go check out one of our new houses. You might want to get laid for the first time on our new property."

I said, "Neither of the houses has operable bathrooms."

She replied, "Well, you will have to settle for a nice blow job and a tongue bath."

I became serious. I asked, "What is wrong with you? Your risqué quotient is way out of kilter today."

She remained silent for a few seconds and then looked into my eyes. She asked, "Truth time?"

I said, "It is if you want it to be."

Another moment of silence went by. She finally said, "There are two things on my mind. I'm feeling badly about losing Ed and at the same time, I am becoming very excited, giddy even, about starting a new relationship with Larry." She laid her head on my shoulder and said, "I think I really have become a wanton slut."

I said, "You said that you and Ed would always be friends. You aren't really losing him you are just not going to have sex with him anymore."

She replied, "Imagine how our relationship would change if we quit having sex."

I said, "I see your point. You are going to miss trying to get his grossly oversized giant cock completely inside your little bitty pixie body every now and then." She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I said, "You can laugh if you want to, Tinker Bell. You told me that you were successful on at least one occasion."

Her facial expression cracked and she, giggled. She said, "I will have you know, Sir. We were successful every time we tried and we tried at least once every time we were together." She paused and said, "You know, that wasn't fun for me. It hurt and we couldn't just turn ourselves loose with each other as you and I do. I only did it to try to make him happy." After another moment, she continued, "Caroline went to bed with him once and never went back for that reason. She said, "That oversized cock of his was a curse as far as I'm concerned. If his new girlfriend can handle it, more power to her."

I said, "She must have a pussy the size of a syrup bucket."

Linda giggled. She said, "Luke, stop it. You said that before. I hope she will allow Ed to be friends with me." We drove up in front of one of our new, old houses.

I asked, "Have you got any wine in that cooler?"

She answered, "Yes, I do, and I know there is whiskey in this truck. It's a little early, isn't it?"

I said, "It's five o'clock somewhere. Let's set in that old porch swing and have a drink. Who knows, I might take you up on the blow job and the tongue bath."

She opened her door and said, "You can if you want to. It was a serious offer." Then she said, "Bring your whiskey and the cooler." She started for the house.

I said, "Wait a minute. If it has been a while since people have lived here, there may be varmints and snakes in there. I opened the toolbox and strapped a .357 magnum revolver to my hip. I then replaced three of the hollow point rounds in the cylinder with snake shot. I slipped a flashlight in my pocket. I put a half-full jug of Crown in the cooler and took it to the porch.

The old house looked like something that would have been built in the 1920s or earlier. From the outside, it looked to be in pretty good repair. It had an asphalt shingle roof that looked almost new. The paint on the exterior wood siding was an off white and the accent color was a muted light yellow on the doors, windows, frames and trim. The paint didn't appear to be as new as the roof but it wasn't in bad shape. I asked, "Did we ever know anyone that lived here? They would have been our closest neighbors besides Juan and his family."

Linda said, "Yes, the Robertson family lived here for about three years. They were a young family with two small children. He was an assistant pastor In the First Baptist Church in town."

I said, "I remember. We used to see them at school functions and ball games occasionally. They have been gone for about a year, I think.

I found a nail driven halfway into the front door jam. It had a key hanging on it that fit the front door that turned out not to be locked anyway. Linda and I went inside. We explored. The only varmint we found was a small field mouse. We introduced ourselves and he said his name was Mickey. I opted not to pull my weapon on him. He went on his way.

The inside had a coating of dust but beyond that, it was similar to the outside in its state of repair. It looked like it had been remodeled probably in the early 50s. Plumbing and electrical fixtures were of that era and all the wiring was just tacked on to the outside of the wooden walls and ceilings. The little house appeared to have about a thousand square feet of floor space. It had one bath and two bedrooms. The kitchen had no appliances and there was no furniture. There were a separate one-car garage and a small pole barn in the complex.

Linda and I fixed our drinks and went to the swing on the porch. She sat with me close enough to touch. I said, "About Larry, it's natural to be giddy about a new lover. Why are you upset about that?"

She answered, "The thing is, I don't know why I want to be with Larry. I detested him when I first met him. He excites me very much for no apparent reason." She paused and went on, "I know you want to be with Caroline on a long term basis. I love her to pieces. We have been friends and she has wanted you for a long time. Subconsciously, I might have thought that I should be with Larry because you want to be close to Caroline." She paused and said, "Ever since that night that I danced with him, I tingle inside every time I think of him. I felt so comfortable in his arms. I was so surprised. I can't wait to be with him. I'm tingling right now."

I asked, "Have any other men affected you this way?"

She smiled sheepishly. She said, "You, most of all." She giggled again and blushed. She said, "When we were young, I was like this with you but even more so. Then it faded over the years. It never completely went away but it became much stronger again since we opened our marriage. It may be stronger now than it ever was." She hesitated and then whispered, "You are the star in more of my masturbation fantasies that you know." She giggled and continued, "You always have been. You always will be. I love you.

I chuckled and said, "It's nice to hear that." I kissed her hand that I was holding. I said, "Answer me this. As much sex as you get, why do you have to play with your toys so much?"

She answered matter-of-factly, "I am a nymphomaniac, Luke. I thought you knew."

I laughed and said, "Kay said there was no such thing. She said that you were highly sexed but there is no such thing as a nymphomaniac."

She replied, "Kay said that we were a matched pair and that we were both oversexed. Do you believe that? She is just wrong about me not being a nympho. By-the-way," she said, "Kay wants to fuck you. She wasn't kidding the other night. I think she has wanted to all along."

I replied, "I'm sure that you are wrong about that. Kay is much too professional to let her pussy do her thinking. Nailing me would be unethical for her." Then I let it go and asked, "Has there been anyone else that excited you as Larry does?"

She said, "Lancelot." Then she asked, "Do you remember Carlos and Sandy?"

"Of course," I said. "Sandy was very special to me."

She said, "Carlos turned me on even more than Larry or Lancelot. I remember literally melting in his presence. He understood my submissive nature. He would just take me and fuck me when he wanted me." She paused and added, "I tried to entice him to want me as I do you."

I said, "I wish that relationship hadn't flamed out so quickly."

She said, "We will see them again someday. Sandy is in love with you. You got her cherry."

I said, "She had sex before she ever met me."

Linda said, "She didn't have any idea what sex was until she met you. You were the first man to give her an orgasm. You took her cherry. She will love you forever." A moment later, she said, "The thing that was wrong about them was, they were far too young for us."

I had to agree to that. Sandy was three weeks beyond her eighteenth birthday the first time she crawled in bed with me. I remembered that night. All I did was illustrate the importance of foreplay to her. She came easily for me and then she had a couple more. She had only been with boys before. They evidently had no knowledge of how to help her have an orgasm. I remembered how it felt to have her young body awaken sexually. I could still see the awe and delight in her sweet face when she had that first powerful orgasm with my cock buried deep inside her. I thought, "God, I hope to see her again." Linda was right about her loving me. The other side of that truth is I fell in love with her the same night that I met her. There was something special inside her. She captured my heart. She was sweet, fresh and eager to learn. I could have spent a hundred years teaching her.

Linda nudged me. She handed me a fresh drink and said, "You were daydreaming."

I replied, "Yeah, I was."

She giggled and said, "I'm not the only one then."

She offered me the blowjob again. I said, "I had rather take you home and eat your pussy until you scream and then fuck your brains out. I've come to the point where I really enjoy doing that."

She laughed aloud. She said, "I enjoy it too."

I said, "Sweetheart, I think you should talk to Kay about your feelings about Ed and Larry both. She will be able to help."

She giggled. She said. "I already have. We had that talk at lunch the other day. She told me that I should talk to you about them. She was right about that. I feel much better already." A moment later she said, "Kay had a copy of my bucket list. We looked at it together. She said that there shouldn't be anything in our new arrangement that would preclude my chasing down some of the things that are left undone. She said that your consent would always be paramount but that should be my only obstacle." Then she said, "You need to be forewarned. I'm going to crowd the line some in that regard."

I said, "You may consider that I'm forewarned. As long as my consent is paramount, as you say, you may crowd the line as much as you want. You might even win on occasion." I added, "Then again, you might talk yourself into a spanking, on occasion."

She giggled and kissed my cheek. She said, "Fair enough, my husband."

I said, "Let's go see our other new, old house."

We gathered our gear and started that way. I hadn't been there before but its position was indicated on the map I had of the property. It appeared to be right on the river's bank. It turned out that it was but it was on a bluff about twenty feet higher than the water level. It was obviously much older than the first place we visited. It had been built from logs and stone. It had what looked like hand-cut cedar shingles on the roof. The whole roof looked to be on the verge of collapsing. We got out and walked up to the frame where the door had been to see inside. It had a dirt floor. I didn't let Linda go in. It wouldn't have been safe for her.

I laughed and said, "They told me that this place needed work. It would take a pocket full of money to revive this old place."

Linda replied, "We may have to spend a pocket full of money. I'm going to research this place and see if it has any historical significance. If it does, I will want to restore it." She paused and said, "Can you imagine how hard the people who built this house had to work to make a living here? I wonder how they did it."

I thought, "I'm glad I brought her here. She hadn't thought about anything or anyone connected to our sex life since she saw this pile of rubble." I wondered how long that would last.

I said, "This would be a beautiful place to spend a weekend occasionally. Look at all of the pecan trees." It was a beautiful place and there were several other species of hardwoods all around us. I thought, "I would like to bring Caroline here."

We got back in the truck and explored a bit farther upstream. We came upon what must have been an old jeep road that led down into the river bottom. I decided not to try to take the truck down for fear I might not be able to come back up.

Linda said, "We can come here on four-wheelers tomorrow and explore the place thoroughly."

I agreed to do that. Then I said, "We need to head for home. I need to be back here at about six o'clock with Tony's money." I consulted the map for the best way home and we started that way.

Linda folded the center armrest away and slid over close to me. She snuggled close to me. She said, "Thank you for buying this place for me.

I thought, "That's my Linda, she likes the place so she is claiming it." I thought, "I had better take the wind out of her sails right now." I said, "Actually, Sweetheart, I bought it for Mike and Cindy. We are going to give it to them for a wedding present if that ever happens." I added, "But we can keep it until then."

She snuggled closer. I looked down at her. Her eyes were huge emerald pools from my perspective. They twinkled and became two accent points in her most beautiful smile. She said, "I love you, Luke."

We took care of business for the rest of the day. Everything went well. We made bedtime happen early. It couldn't have been much past eight. We were both looking forward to it. I took my Linda to our bed in our cold room. She lit the candles and we spooned together. I held her close while the sheets absorbed our body heat and our bed became a warm place for us to love each other. Nothing could stop that from happening.

Linda became active when we were warm enough. She rolled in my arms to face me. She said, "You gave me such a wonderful day. I feel that it is my place to reward you with a wonderful night." I love it when she talks to me that way.

She coaxed me to lie on my back and she lay on top of me. She seemed so small and light. She moved slowly and deliberately as she squirmed about to reach the places on my body that she knew to be sensitive. She licked and sucked the proper places. She planted little kisses where that was appropriate. The monster was aroused and quickly came to full attention. She came to lay full length on top of me. She licked my lips softly and when my mouth opened, she slipped her tongue inside. My hard cock lay on my belly pointing to my chin. She settled her slit over lt. She rubbed her clitoris up and down his length. We refer to this as dry fucking but her juices made me wet. Our tongues met and wrestled with each other. I overpowered her and pushed into her mouth. I became dominant in the kiss.