Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... twice... as... hard." I'd drawn my words out across my lips as slowly and sensuously as I could.

"Uh... Huh." He nodded skeptically. "And why am I only hearing about this now?"

"It just came up."

"It's a conference. Those things are organized a year or more in advance."

"Well, I was only just invited."

"Ah-huh. I couldn't help but hear you say 'I'm going.' Not 'I'm thinking of going,' or 'would it be all right if I go,' or 'I told them I'd have to check with my husband,' or anything like that. You're going, period. No matter what I have to say. And I'm the last one to know about it."

"It's not like that, honey. It's not like that at all."

"Oh? What IS it like?"

"You don't need to feel hurt, okay? It's just this once. I'll make it up to you. Whatever it takes."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

He stood up before I could stop him. He waved his hands down at me, indicating I should stay seated. "Shit," he said. "Shit, shit, shit. Fuck." His wide-open eyes squeezed themselves shut and I could tell his mind was going a mile a minute.

"Honey..."

"SHHHH. Not one more word. Not One More God Damn Word." He was shaking.

"Baby..."

"NO." He nearly shouted it. Damnit, I did not want the kids hearing us fight. I guess he didn't either, because he quickly dialed it down. "No. No. No. No. Do not speak. Okay. Okay. Here's what's going to happen right now. You're going to put the kids to bed when the movie is done. I'm going to... do what ...

... I gotta do. I need a few minutes to get my head together. This Conversation Is Not Over. Okay?"

"Bradley..."

"Not. Over." His knuckles were white, gripping the top of the dining room chair. He shook his head, turned on his heel, and went upstairs.

Well, shit. That didn't go as planned.

***

He spent the next twenty minutes stomping around the house like a caged tiger, looking at his phone. He'd furiously read something, swear under his breath, stomp around some more, and then do it again. He made a call at one point and left a voicemail. I only heard him say:

"It's Bradley. She's pulling a Linda. Right now. It's happening now. Please call me the instant you get this."

What the hell? 'Pulling a Linda'? What did my mom have to do with it?

It wasn't much later that his phone rang and he stepped outside the house to take the call, glaring at me. He clearly didn't want me, or the kids, to hear any of it. He came back inside after the call, his phone rang again, and he stepped back outside. The kids seemed confused, but not bothered by his behavior. As the movie was wrapping up, he went into the kitchen and I heard his coffee grinder going. Braelyn and Cayden gave me surprisingly little of their usual resistance to their bedtime routine, brushing their teeth and getting into jammies without a fuss, somehow knowing that something was up.

I myself was trembling like a spooked kitten the whole time. What was he so upset about? What did he know? Who was he ...