Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Linda snuggled close and said, "You can call Barb and ask her to meet us at the club. You and she can spend the night with Ed and me or you can take her somewhere special if you want."

I hesitated for a few seconds and replied, "I think I had rather call Caroline and see if I can make a deal. I would like to spend another night with her and her year of grace is almost up."
Linda said, "Okay, that will work too. I assume you will not spend the night with us. I know you will want to take her somewhere nice."
I said, "Yeah, I think I will." I paused and then said, "You have to do one more thing for me."
She giggled and said, "Anything, my Luke."
I said, "Walk through the shower with me and then go down and fix me something to eat." I continued, "And by the way, wear your new shirt. I am thinking, I might want to force fuck you again later."
Her giggles were melodic. She kissed me and said, "Give me a minute." She slipped out of bed and I watched the movements of her naked ass as she walked to the bathroom. The monster moved.
I gave her the time she needed and then went in to wash her back. I washed some of her other parts and licked and sucked some of the sweeter ones. We dried each other and while she used the hairdryer, I went to my den and made myself a drink.
I sipped my Crown double and reflected on how I had just manipulated my wife. She is the most important thing in my life. I just twisted her around my finger so that I could fuck a sweet little girl that certainly deserves more than I can give her. I'm not normally into guilt trips but here I was, feeling guilty for being so selfish. I thought, "Maybe I should have lunch with Kay one day soon.
I made myself feel better for the time being. I rationalized that, I had agreed to give Linda what she wanted and Caroline had said that she wanted any part of me that I could give her. I thought, "If my selfishness can make these two special women happy then it must be a good thing." I remembered something that Kay had once told me. She said that selfishness was a virtue in some instances.
I let my thoughts drift to other things. Where could I take Caroline that would be special to her? Maybe I should just ask her. Then I realized that I didn't even have a date with her and if Lex's dossier on Larry wasn't good, I wouldn't have one. On the other hand, she might not be free for that weekend. Maybe once was enough for her. She might not want to spend another weekend with me. I thought, "Cart before the horse, Luke. Call her after you see Lex."
Linda called me for supper. We sat next to each other at the dining room table. She chose the seats that gave us the best view of the sunset.
Linda was wearing one of my white dress shirts rather than her pink one. I asked why.
She answered, "The pink one was wrinkled and I didn't want to entice you into force fucking me again anyway." She giggled sweetly for me and blushed. She hesitated and then went on, "When we go upstairs, I'm going to force fuck you."
The truth is, she isn't strong enough to do that but I let her win those tussles too. I chuckled inside.
Lex showed up at my office just after noon the next day. Robin called me on the intercom and then sent him in. I asked him to close the door.
Lex tossed a file on my desk as he sat across from me. Lex has connections all over the state. It amazes me what he can find out about people. I offered him a drink, which he declined but he did accept a Coke. He asked about Linda and after a minute or so we got down to business.
He said, "Luke, this guy is a choir boy. He has a bachelor's degree and he is a licensed Civil Engineer. He has no military history. He has a wife of nine years and a six-year-old daughter. He has worked for the same firm for ten years and he should be a partner but he isn't. His net worth is about eight hundred thousand, two hundred of which is liquid. If I had to guess, he is arranging his assets so he can hang out his own shingle in the near future. His credit rating is very good and his debt load is small." He paused.
He sipped his Coke and continued, "There is one blemish on his character. He has been unable to keep his dick in his pants. As far as I could ascertain he has had three girlfriends over the years. He had been very discreet with the first two but he was caught with the last one. It was extremely poor form on his part. The young woman was an acquaintance of his wife's. Anyway, Momma threw him out for several months but then let him come home. They are trying to work it out. A divorce would fuck him up financially. There's no way he could go into business for himself if that happened."
I said, "Okay, Lex, now tell me what your gut says."
Lex asked, "Are you planning on doing business with this guy? I don't see how you could benefit from his services if he stayed in his field."
"No," I said. "I don't plan to do business with him. His wife and Linda have become friends. I just needed to know what kind of people they were."
Lex said, "Well, if you want me to find out more about his infidelity, I probably can if I spend a little more time on it. I have an ID on one of his earlier girlfriends. I could talk to her and I'm sure I could find the third one if need be. Other than that, he has a good reputation and is well liked by his peers."
I said, "No, Lex, I think you have given me what I need. I know most of the bad shit anyway. His wife has confided in Linda. The two previous girls are news though."
Lex said, "If he hits on Linda let me know. I will have a talk with him."
I said, "That wouldn't be necessary, Lex, but thanks anyway."
He replied, "I hear ya, Boss." We spent another few minutes together and he left.
The personal stuff was important to me. I didn't want Lex looking closer at him. He could possibly find me. I chuckled. Lex and I are close and we don't have many secrets from each other. We did time in the military together and have been friends for twenty-five years. If he found out that Linda and I were swinging he would take that secret to the grave. Still, I hoped that none of my employees would ever know. I just wouldn't want my Linda to be on center stage at the local gossip mill.
I knew how to find out about Larry's personal life anyway. I would just ask him why he was fucking around. Maybe he just didn't know what a jewel he had at home.
I realized that I wanted to talk to him before I made a date with his wife. I flipped the file on my desk open. There were two phone numbers staring me in the face. I picked up my phone's receiver and dialed the one labeled, "work."
Three rings later, a sweet sounding young woman answered. I identified myself and asked to speak to Larry.
She said, "Please hold, Sir. I will put you through to him."
That impressed me. She hadn't told me that she would see if he was in. That meant he wasn't having his calls screened and he took on all comers in his business dealings. That's an alpha trait.
He came on the line within fifteen seconds. He said, "Luke Bowman." He hesitated a second and asked, "Why in the world would you want to talk to me?" There was a roughness in the texture of his voice.
I thought, "Well, I'm not dealing with a wuss here." I said, "Take a deep breath, Larry. This conversation could be to your benefit." Surprisingly, he did exactly what I asked him to do. I heard him take a very deep breath and hold it for a few seconds.
He said, "I'm not enjoying this, Luke. I know that you spent a weekend fucking my wife. How can anything you've got to say possibly benefit me?"
I replied, "I'm not going to apologize for that. I do want you to know that it never would have happened had I known that you and Caroline were having problems with your relationship. I thought that the two of you were swingers like Linda and me. Caroline did explain to me what was going on in your life, after the fact." I felt Larry relax through the phone lines. He had accepted the sincerity in my voice. He took another deep breath and we were both quiet.
At length, in a calm voice, he said, "We need to be face to face, Luke." He paused and said, "Maybe this conversation can help us both." We made a date to meet on Saturday for lunch, at the Circle Grill in Dallas. Before we hung up, he said, "Luke, I'm glad you called."
I said, "Larry, tell Caroline about this call and our meeting tomorrow. I don't want it to happen behind her back."
When I arrived home, I had another coincidental piece of luck. Saturday was a workday for Linda. I could have had my lunch appointment without her knowing but I didn't. I told her what was happening. At any rate, she wouldn't just be sitting here all day wondering about Larry and me.
She made sure that I knew that she still thought Larry to be a jerk and she was not going to kiss up to him so I could play with Caroline. I reassured her that I would never ask her to do anything like that.
She kissed my cheek and said, "I know, Baby. I know you are just trying to do right." She giggled and asked, "Is this an excuse for you to go into the big city so you can have a visit with Barb?"
I swatted her on the butt and she yelped. I had a drink while she fixed a light dinner for us and then we went to bed early. We snuggled close and soon our bed was warm and we were comfortable.
After a few minutes, Linda said, "I'm starting to have some concern about your relationship with Caroline." She continued, "Is Larry going to be a problem? You and he aren't going to get into a gunfight tomorrow, are you?"
I took both her concern and her question seriously. I said, "No, I don't think so. Larry was very calm when we ended our conversation today. I got the feeling that he wanted to talk to me before I called him. I don't know what he is going to have to say but I damn sure want to find out."
Then she asked, "What kind of relationship do you want with Caroline?"
I replied, "I don't know yet. I guess it is up to Larry. I like Caroline very much. I think I could become very close to her. Caroline has told me that she intends to keep their marriage open even after their year of grace is up. If Larry is going to go along with that, then ideally I would like to have a relationship with her similar to what you have with Big Ed. You know a real friendship and fuck buddies forever."
She asked, "What if Larry doesn't go along. He might not be able to let her go and become a swinger himself. Remember how hard it was for you."
I answered, "If that is the case, I will terminate my relationship with Caroline right now. She is his wife and she has told me that she loves him. He is their daughter's father. I won't be a home wrecker. I damn sure couldn't see their little girl suffer on my account. If Larry and Caroline break up, she will be the one to suffer the most."
Linda said, "Well, be careful. I would bet that Larry can be a real asshole when he wants to be."
I answered her, "Caroline says that he is a far better man than we give him credit for. I think maybe I will find out tomorrow."
She replied, "He acted like a real jerk when I was with him."
I said, "Caroline explained that to me. She said that when he met you his mind was in turmoil. She had just told him that she was going to fuck me if she got the chance and she was going to try to create the chance." She was punishing him then. She has forgiven him for cheating now and their relationship is at least that much better. We shall see."
Linda said, "Let's talk about our relationship for a minute."
I said, "Okay, you start."
She said, "If you would help me cum once or twice, I could leave my dildo in that drawer over there and I would still sleep well."
I chuckled and said, "I love you all the time but I love you the most when you are horny." I kissed her and slipped a finger inside her sweet pussy. I retrieved some of the wetness I found there and massaged her clit with it. I felt her melt. I brought my finger up and touched my tongue with it. I wanted the taste of strawberries in my mouth. I went back to her clit. When I touched her this time, she moaned sweetly and began to fuck my hand. I kissed her and as our tongues played together, I wondered if she could taste the strawberries.
She whispered, "I love you the most when I'm horny too." She giggled and said, "Let's don't skip the foreplay tonight. I want that too."
It was still early. We had plenty of time for foreplay. I kissed, licked, sucked or tickled every one of her erogenous zones that I knew about. I knew about all of them. She uttered her sweet love sounds that always urge me on. She spent some time with my cock in her mouth and I licked and sucked her clit enough to help her with the mini orgasms that she enjoys so much.
I had my face buried in her pussy when I thought about hurting her. I was getting these urges more often now. I had never had them with Linda before. She had told me earlier that she enjoyed being hurt a little bit. I had hurt her accidentally before. I found her boob with my hand and captured a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I pinched it a bit too hard, pulled it away from her chest and twisted it a little too much.
She took a very deep breath in three ragged gasps, held it and came all over me. Her sweet pussy gushed strawberry flavored nectar. She used her hands and much of her strength to force me deeper into her vee and screamed, "OH GOD YES. I'M CUMMING. HELP ME, LUKE. At that point, her thighs clamped together on both sides of my head. I couldn't hear her vocalizations any longer. My ears were covered. I just went on with what I was doing. I held my breath and helped her orally and with a finger. I led her up and over the peak of her climax. The vibrations and convulsions that I felt move through her body told me of the joy and elation I was giving her. I get prideful and my ego swells when she cums like this.
The most beautiful thing about helping Linda cum this way is it makes her feel obligated to return the favor. That can turn into a most wonderful experience for me. This time she signaled that she wanted to be on top. I helped her get there. I knew what was going to happen. She was going cowgirl on me.
She got on her knees and planted one on either side of me. She used one hand to guide the monster to her entrance and slowly engulfed him in her tight dripping pussy as she settled over him.
I held her hips in my hands and helped her with gentle thrusts of my own. Her movements never stopped. She rode my cock as if I was a rocking horse. Both of her hands were on my chest. Her stiff arms were supporting the weight of her upper body. I watched her boobs dance in the dim light. Her long yellow hair was moving around her head as if it had a mind of its own. It hid her beautiful face from me. Her Kegel muscles became active and made her pussy feel like a little animal sucking me.
There was no verbal communication between us but I knew exactly what she wanted. This was Linda. We had been here many times in the past. Mini orgasms were already marching through her body. She wanted one last big one and she wanted to feel me empty myself inside her while she had it. That would be enough. She wouldn't need or want anything further. Normally we would shower together. Tonight we wouldn't. We would snuggle close in the warm bed, in the cold room and she would fall asleep first. We would sleep until morning. I thought, "No surprises."
Then, she surprised me. I watched her raise her right hand to her left boob. She captured her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched it hard as she pulled it away from her chest and twisted it. She made her love sounds that indicate urgency to me. Her big one washed over her. Her upper body collapsed onto my chest and she fucked me hard.
I wasn't ready but I lost it anyway. I drew her hips down hard and forced my prick completely inside her sweet sucking pussy. I knew she could feel my throbbing cock as I emptied myself in three powerful jets. Dry spasms followed that. My orgasm lasted almost as long as hers did and then it was over for both of us.
I drew her into our spoon position and held her. We cuddled for a minute and became comfortable as we caught our breath. Presently, she whispered, "I love you, Luke." A minute later, she was asleep.
I lay there and thought for a moment about what the morning would bring. I let my mind touch on my meeting with Larry. I didn't really know how to say what I wanted him to know. His last comment to me earlier, made me feel like he wanted to talk to me. I thought, "The meeting will take care of its self." I pushed Larry out of my mind.
I treated myself to happier thoughts. I had a vision of Caroline. She was standing naked in the flicker of firelight at the carriage house. It was cold there. Her nipples were at attention. She gave me her "little-girl-next-door" smile. I imagined that she was blushing but I couldn't tell in that light. I thought, "Athenais, the sexiest bitch on the planet." I knew I would dream about her.
I held Linda a bit tighter and I slept.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I lay there and thought for a moment about what the morning would bring. I let my mind touch on my meeting with Larry. I didn't really know how to say what I wanted him to know. His last comment to me earlier, made me feel like he wanted to talk to me. I thought, "The meeting will take care of its self." I pushed Larry out of my mind.

I treated myself to happier thoughts. I had a vision of Caroline. She was standing naked in the flicker of firelight at the carriage house. It was cold there. Her nipples were at attention. She gave me her "little-girl-next-door" smile. I imagined that she was blushing but I couldn't tell in that light. I thought, "Athenais, the sexiest bitch on the planet." I knew I would dream about her.
I held Linda a bit tighter and I slept.
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Morning came for me early. We had gone to bed early. Not even the glow of predawn was leaking into our bedroom. I looked at the backlit face of the clock on my bedside radio. It wasn't yet five-thirty. I snuggled closer to Linda and lay there another few minutes. I had a lunch appointment with Caroline Bixby's husband. I had to be at the Circle Grill in Dallas at eleven-thirty. I needed to leave here before ten.
Today was a workday for Linda but she didn't need to go in until nine. I could let her sleep for another couple of hours. I thought, "I could wake her up for an early morning quickie."
The monster spoke to me in my mind. He said, "Let her sleep, Luke." I laughed at myself.
I kissed Linda on the back of her neck and slipped out from under the covers. I made sure she was warm and covered properly. Our bedroom is in a separate heating and cooling zone than the rest of the house. We always maintain snuggle weather in there. I adjusted the thermostat to seventy-two degrees so it would be warm when Linda got up. Then I closed the window that had been open just a crack.
I went into the bathroom. It was warm in there and I did my morning routine except for my shower. I saved that for later. I dressed in sweats and running shoes before I went to the kitchen. I set the coffee maker to work, put on a light fleece jacket and walked to the running path around our lake.
One lap is one mile. I do three laps three times a week and I swim laps in our heated pool three times a week. Normally, I stretch and then walk my first lap as a warm-up and then run two six-minute miles back to back. I use my walk back to the house as a cool down period. This morning, I did the first lap in a slow jog. It was a bit cool out. When I got back to the starting line, I had warmed enough that I could leave my jacket on a bench and do my run in sweats only.
Coffee was ready when I returned to the house. I took a cup to the dining room and sat near the picture window that faced east. I drank my coffee and watched the world finish waking-up.
It was almost seven-thirty and I was finishing my second cup when I first heard Linda moving around upstairs. I stayed where I was until she had finished her morning ablutions and I heard the shower come on. There are some things that girls do in the bathroom that I don't want to be a part of. Showering is not one of them. I joined her there. My God, she is beautiful even when she is wet all over like a waterlogged kitten.
We have bathing each other down to a science. I usually get a kiss and a hug or two and sometimes, when we have time, we get downright nasty with one another. Linda didn't have time this morning. I settled for a hug and a kiss.
We dried each other and I went to the kitchen in my robe and slippers. I made a fresh pot of coffee and breakfast sandwiches while Linda dressed for work.
Linda got away on time and I dressed and left about fifteen minutes early. I arrived at my destination about half an hour early. I assumed I had beaten Larry there but I couldn't look for his car in the parking lot. I didn't know what he drove. I decided to wait in my car. I parked where I could see both the entrance to the lot and the front door of the restaurant. Maybe I would see him arrive.
If there were going to be fireworks, I would rather confront him outdoors than inside the restaurant. I really didn't expect trouble but the words, "situational awareness," came to mind. Twenty minutes later, I was about to assume he was already inside when he arrived. He was driving a nice Chevy pick-up.
I watched him park and then got out of my little TR3 and walked toward the front door of the restaurant. When we were close enough for him to hear me, I said his name. He looked up and recognized me. He surprised me by smiling.
He changed direction and walked toward me at a faster than normal clip. He was still smiling. I thought, "That's exactly the way I would approach someone if I wanted to catch them off guard and sucker punch them.
I tried to appear nonchalant but at the same time, I achieved a stable platform under my center of balance. I could defend myself.
He stopped a step or two before he got to me and held out his hand for me to shake. I took it. His shake was firm and honest. I felt myself relax. There was no threat here.
He said, "I made a reservation. Come with me." He demonstrated that he didn't feel I was a threat by turning his back on me and walking toward the door. I followed him in and he said his own name. A cute young girl escorted us to an out of the way booth where we could talk with some expectation of privacy. She handed each of us a menu and asked for our drink order. We both asked for water.
I took a few seconds to recap my impression of him. I had been subconsciously sizing him up since the first second I saw him. He seemed poised, confident and in good humor. His interaction with the pretty, young girl that was waiting on us was courteous and it seemed natural for him. Physically, he seemed to be in much better shape than he was the last time I saw him. He moved and carried himself much better. He definitely wasn't projecting the image of the jerk I had expected to meet this morning.
While we were alone, I said, "Larry, you seem to be in a much better mood than I expected you would be, given our circumstances. I certainly expected more friction between us."
He looked at me and a grin as broad as Texas spread over his face. He leaned in toward me and whispered, "Well, I got laid this morning."
I couldn't help myself. I broke up. I laughed and then he laughed with me.
He calmed down and said, "Okay, let me explain where I have been. I have wanted to talk to you. This is the first time that I've had the opportunity since I regained my mental health enough to feel competent to interact with a man like you."
I tried to butt in and ask a question.
He said, "Please, this is very difficult for me. Let me try to make you understand where I am in all this and if you have any questions, I will answer them. Then you can say whatever you need to say." I nodded and he continued. "I have suffered beyond what you could understand for the past year and a bit more. The worst part of it is, it was entirely my fault. I committed two unpardonable sins. I was stupid enough to cheat on Caroline and then I was stupid enough to let myself get caught."
Our waitress returned with a pitcher of ice water. Larry saw her before I did and he turned his water glass up. I followed suit. She poured and then asked if we were ready to order. I hadn't even looked at the menu.
Larry said, "They have a really nasty chicken fried steak here. You can see the cholesterols falling off the plate."
I chuckled and said to the pretty girl, "Please bring me the Chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes, cream gravy, Texas toast and green beans. I let her write that down and then continued, "A small cucumber salad in vinegar and oil would be nice."
Larry said, "That all sounds good to me except make my salad lettuce and tomatoes with a drop of the house dressing."
She smiled and said that she would have it right out. Larry had the pleasure of watching her walk away but she was behind me. I had the good manners not to turn around.
Larry continued his story. He said, "Luke I hurt Caroline terribly and she retaliated by hurting me far worse. I don't blame her. She tossed me out and wouldn't even let me see our daughter. The gbangvine told me that she had retained a divorce lawyer and she wasn't even going to look back. I checked out her lawyer. It was the devil wearing a suit."
He paused for breath and said, "Let me continue. Finally, she answered the phone after I had left about a hundred messages for her. I spent about two hundred dollars on dinner at a nice restaurant and a whole evening begging her to forgive me. When I took her home, I didn't even get a good-night kiss." He caught his breath again. He said, "Several weeks later she called me and asked me to dinner at our house. She kicked me in the balls again. When I arrived, my little girl wasn't there."
I saw a tear well up in his eye.
He said, "Then the only woman I ever loved, found a way to hurt me even more. She said that I could come home and we would live together for our daughter's sake. Then she told me that she might eventually forgive me but first, she was going to fuck anyone that she wanted to for a year. She told me that if I couldn't accept those conditions that I should get the fuck out right then and she would file for divorce the next day. I agreed to her year of grace."
Our pretty waitress delivered our lunch. It looked very good.
Larry paused while our waitress was at the table and then continued after she left. He said, "That's where you come in, I guess. Caroline wangled an invitation to the club where you and Linda go dancing. She made me take her there and as soon as you walked in she told me she was going to fuck you. She wanted to do it that night and make me watch if she could."
He said, "Later in the evening she found a way to dance with you. I couldn't take my eyes off the two of you. She was extra flirtatious, to say the least. Hell, she got plumb nasty with you and then she brought you to our table and introduced us. I can't describe the pain I felt that night. It was my fault. All I could do was to suffer through it."
"Of course," he said, "You know that you and Linda had other plans so her plot didn't work out. Then she danced with Big Ed Fuller. She developed a relationship with him. She talked about the size of his cock with some of the other women right in front of me. One night while they were dancing together she helped him get an erection and held it in her hand while she showed it to me. She fucked him a week later."
He continued, "Her next lover was a young man that worked at the grocery store where we shopped. She fucked him regularly for a couple of months. He knew who I was and she made me go shopping with her. I would catch him peeking at me. Hell, he was a child, he was fucking my wife and it was my fault, Luke.
He went on, "I was to the point where I couldn't take any more. I considered just packing up and moving on. My baby girl could sense my sadness. She would come to me, sit in my lap and let me hold her. I knew I couldn't leave her. I just had to find a way to suffer through this.
I thought, "Fuck me." I had a tear running down my cheek by this time.
Larry continued, "Caroline had cut me some slack. She told me that I could fuck around too. She wanted me to get it out of my system because after the year was up, the plan was to forgive each other and go back to our old lifestyle." After a short pause, he said, "I decided that some strange pussy might help. I made a date with one of the cuties at the club and took her to a hotel."
He said, "Luke, I couldn't even get it up. My mind was really fucked up." There was another pause for breath. He said, "That story was all over the club by the next time we visited. That fucked my head up even more."
The next thing that happened was you asked Caroline out for a weekend. Believe me, I expected a blow-by-blow description of that weekend in more detail than I needed. She never said a word about it."
I broke in and said, "Take a break. Your food is getting cold."
He did take a few bites and had a sip of water before he continued. He said, "After that weekend with you, the damnedest thing happened when she got home. She sent our baby to spend the night with one of her little friends. She made dinner for us. Then she took me along with a bottle of wine to our den. We sat together, drank wine and talked about everything except our problems."
We went to bed together and she told me that I had been forgiven for my indiscretions and she would not seek to punish me further. I still had an erection problem but she did what she had to do to help me through that and then tried to fuck the brains out of my head. I felt like I had been reborn. I held her close and thanked God for my deliverance."
He went on, "I fucked up the very next day. Instead of just accepting my good fortune, I asked how her change in attitude had happened. She told me that it hadn't happened suddenly but that she had been trying harder to understand what had happened between us and what we could do to fix it. She had stopped fucking around after her interlude with the grocery boy. That is until you called her. She said, that you had explained to her how you and Linda conducted your relationship and she thought that something similar might work for us."
He said, "She told me that she had concluded that we couldn't go back to being monogamous with each other. She said that both of us needed more freedom than that and that an open arrangement would preclude any temptation to cheat on one another in the future."
Larry said, "At first I was just in another pool of turmoil. I wanted Caroline back and that was all I could think of. Some time passed and a flicker of merit appeared in her position. That's where I was when you called yesterday. I need some help, Luke."
I said, "Larry, you know, I thought you might try to take my head off this morning."
He surprised me again. He looked at me and chuckled. He answered, "The night she introduced me to you I wanted to beat you down with a table leg but inside I knew that I deserved the punishment she was dishing out."
Later when I could think rationally, I realized that I had no real quarrel with you. She was in pursuit of you. It wasn't the other way around. I've had several months now to calm down and accept my fate. I knew that eventually, she would wind up in bed with you. I guess I got used to the idea." He paused and then added, "She's not a light bulb, Luke. You can't unscrew her no matter what I do."
I asked, "How did you get yourself into this predicament in the first place? Why did you cheat?"
I could see him considering my question. Finally, he looked at me and said, "I want to answer that question honestly. If I do, I will have to reveal some of the other skeletons in my closet. Would you be able to keep a few of my secrets?"
I assured him I would.
He said, "This explanation will sound like I am trying to shift the blame for what I did. That is not the case. I am the guilty party. I should have been stronger. I damn near lost my wife and daughter to my weakness and stupidity." He took a breath and continued. He said, "Our early marriage was a storybook affair. I thought Caroline was the only woman on Earth that I could ever have an interest in."
He continued, "Then our baby was born. Caroline's whole personality changed. She had been a combination of my favorite party girl and the most perfect wife in the world. She changed. She became a mother and it happened all at once. She devoted all of her time to the baby and I was left out in the cold. She never had time to party and our sex life just became nonexistent."
"There was a young girl that worked with me on occasion," he said. "She was perky and full of enthusiasm. She sensed my problems at home and she expressed an interest in helping me relieve the pressure, so to speak. Of course, I'm sure you can imagine what happened." Then he said, "It was easier for me to cheat the next time. I had another short affair a couple years later."
Larry continued, "Things got better at home. Our baby girl grew into an active child and became quite independent. She needed less of Caroline's time so I got more of it. I thought that everything was going to be all right. It wasn't. I was tempted a third time and by then, cheating was second nature to me. My little head was doing my thinking. I got caught." He paused, and then said, "Here we are. I believe it was fate that had you call me yesterday."
I asked, "Well, how is it that you think I can help?"
He spent a few seconds in thought before he answered, "Caroline tried to explain the "Hall Pass" system that you and Linda use to regulate your relationship. She has it in her head that something similar might work for us." He looked at me with some added intensity. He continued, "Caroline also told me that you and Linda were absolutely exclusive to each other for many years before you became swingers."
He said, "I guess, I want you to help us get to where you and Linda are. Caroline is right. Monogamy won't ever work for us again. We have our little girl to bind us together and believe it or not, we do love each other. The truth is, I don't think that either one of us can stand the thought of only having one sex partner for life.
I asked, "Larry, do you have any idea why I called you?"
He replied, "Yes I think so. Quite honestly, I believe it is as simple as this. You want to nail Caroline again."
I chuckled and answered, "I wouldn't have put it that way. My weekend with your wife was a hell of a lot more and far better than that. I'm not going to apologize for it either. To use your vernacular though, hell yes, I want to nail Caroline again." I hesitated and then said, "At the same time, I don't want to damage her relationship with her family and I damn sure don't want to be responsible for making your daughter suffer." After another pause, I said, "I think I have learned what I came here to find out and I am going to call her and ask her to spend next weekend with me. Now, tell me truthfully, how does that make you feel?"
His eyes told me what he felt. He said, "I've got butterflies in my stomach. I feel impotent. I can't do anything about it. Her year of grace is not up."
I said, "This is what an open marriage is like. If you enter into something like that, you have to accept the fact that the mother of your child and the woman you love is going to be attracted to other men and she is going to have the freedom to fuck them." I used the hard word for its shock effect. I paused for a second and then went on, "You said that Caroline didn't talk to you about our weekend. Let me tell you. We fucked like two teenagers at a drive-in movie. I enjoyed every second of it and she did too."
His eyes narrowed. "He said, "You are trying to shock and provoke me."
I replied, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm trying to do. You think you want to be a swinger. You haven't accepted it yet. The other thing is, you haven't thought through what it is going to take to let Caroline swing when you are in control again."
He asked, "Do you think I will be in control again?"
I answered, "You have to be. If you don't take control, you will just be a cuckold. I promise you this. If I call her next month after her grace period is up and you aren't in charge. She will come to me. I am not that special. She will be attracted to other men in the future."
I said, "You are both going to have to suffer some more to get to the place where Linda and I are." I went on, "Hell Linda and I still have to help each other over some rough emotional ground sometimes. We can do that. We love each other.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He asked, "Where are you and Linda, Luke?"

I tried to answer him truthfully. I said, "We have evolved." I spent twenty minutes telling him about our path. I started with Linda's need for experiences that she had missed when we were young. I told him about the prenuptial promise that I had made to her. I took him through her bucket list and up to the present.
I said, "Our sex life had become stale. There were no more butterflies or surprises, because of our over familiarity with each other. Linda brought up the idea that we should branch out and it almost destroyed me. After a time, I got used to the idea and I realized that I had been looking over the fence too." I said, "We have evolved. I think of swinging as a hobby now. It's a lot more fun than hitting a little white ball and chasing it around a golf course."
He asked, "What about the emotional rollercoaster? I have experienced incredible guilt and jealousy so powerful that it made me sick."
I replied, "I understand. I had those same experiences but I think the worst must be over for you. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't handled most of that. You've had a year to think and analyze the situation." After a time, I continued, "You will learn to handle the pain and it will be easier as you gain experience. The jealousy has never gone completely away for me. I have found that being in bed with a pretty girl helps quite a bit." I wiped the serious look from my face with a smile and a chuckle.
He asked, "Are you really going to ask Caroline to go away next weekend?"
I didn't even hesitate. I said, "Yes, Sir." I let that rest in the air while I watched his reaction. He looked helpless as he gazed into the tabletop. I let him off the hook. I said, "I'm going to call her and make my pitch. If she agrees to go, I will tell her that I will require her to have a hall pass from you just like the one I have from Linda."
His face rose so he could look at me. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He asked, "What happens if I don't give her one?"
I answered, "In that case, if she runs away for the weekend, it won't be with me." I paused and then said, "I will make sure that she has my phone number so she can call me if you decide later, to give her some freedom."
He said, "As long as you require the pass, I have power. Is that right?"
I said, "Yes, but then you must let her know that you won't tolerate her fucking around without your permission in the future." I continued, "The other side of that coin is, you must promise that you will never fuck around without her permission. If you both honor this one rule, there will never be a need to cheat and each of you will feel like you have some control over your own fate."
Larry asked, "When are you going to call her?"
I replied, "Later today."
He said, "Make it later rather than right away. Give me some time to think."
I said, "Six o'clock."
He looked directly into my eyes. He said, "I feel better, Luke. Thanks." He paused and said, "I'm going to sound like a man with brass balls but I want a favor from you."
I asked, "What?"
He said, "I know that Linda thinks I'm the biggest jerk in Texas. That is my fault too. I acted like the biggest jerk in Texas the one and only time I was with her. Caroline brought her to our table and introduced us. I embarrassed Caroline and offended Linda by being a complete asshole." He took a breath and said, "I want a shot at fixing that."
I asked, "I really don't see how I can help. Linda chooses her own friends. What do you want me to do?"
He answered, "Apologize to her for me and then fix it so that I can apologize personally."
I chuckled, and said, "Okay, I'll convey your message of apology. Everything beyond that is up to you."
He said, "Fair enough, but please go to just a little bit of extra trouble to make her understand my apology is sincere."
I had finished my meal. It was very good. Larry ate a few more bites of his steak and bitched about it being cold.
He asked, "Luke, we aren't enemies, are we?"
I answered, "No, we aren't." Then I added, "Our becoming future friends won't be predicated on Caroline's hall pass either. You must do what you think is right for you and your family about that." After a short pause, I asked, "Do you want to hear one piece of unsolicited advice, before we go?"
He looked me in the eye and just nodded.
I said, "Don't let yourself become a cuckold, Larry. That's not what Caroline wants. You will lose her."
He nodded again.
Larry picked up the check and as is my custom, I left a generous tip for our cute waitress. I was two-thirds of the way home before I even thought about visiting with Barb. I told myself that I had other things on my mind.
I beat Linda home by about an hour. I fixed an early and light supper for us, thinking that she might want us to do something together with the evening hours. It turned out that she did. She wanted to sit naked with me in the hot tub and drink a little wine.
She wanted to know everything that went on at my lunch with Larry. I told her almost everything except for the secrets that Larry had asked me to keep. I expanded a bit on Larry's new and improved disposition. I also told her about how much better he looked physically." I waited just a moment and said, "He asked me to convey his apology to you for being such an asshole when he met you. He said that he wanted an opportunity to apologize personally and a shot at giving you a better impression of him."
Linda didn't say anything.
I said, "I'm sure Caroline has told you that she has forgiven him for cheating. According to him, they are living together more peacefully now."
She said, "Actually, she hasn't. She never talks about him with me. She always talks about you." She giggled. She paused and then asked, "Does this mean that you are going to have to find another playmate for the weekend?"
I said, "I don't know. I haven't asked her yet. I had planned to call her later this evening."
Linda giggled again. She asked, "May I listen?"
I laughed and said, "Sure but I will let her know you are with me."
We talked about other things and she drank her wine. I was working on my third double crown when six o'clock rolled around.
I said, "It's time for me to call Caroline." I made myself a new drink. I was already mellow. I made this one weak with water and put only a taste of booze in it.
Linda replied, "I've decided that I don't want to listen. Don't have phone sex with her. I want all of your attention tonight." I kissed her cheek and got out of the tub. I dried pretty well, put my robe on and went inside to use the kitchen phone. I sat at the island where Linda and I could see each other. She didn't seem to have any interest in me at all.
I became aroused as I dialed Caroline's number. The monster moved and began to swell. Caroline answered before the second ring.
She said, "Hello."
I used the name of her alter ego. I said, "Athenais, Luke here."
I heard her take a deep breath. "She said, "Larry told me you were going to call." A sweet East Texas accented feminine giggle came over the line. She replied, "He gave me a hall pass. It says I can have next weekend with you if you asked me." She said, "Please ask me, Luke."
I said, "I called to ask you. I want to take you somewhere special now that we have the blessings of our spouses. Where would you like to go and what do you want to do?"
She answered, "I don't care where we go as long as you treat me to a warm bed in a cold room that I can share with you."
I thought, "Hell, I could bring her to the ranch."
She continued, "If it isn't too much trouble, a hot tub and a fireplace would be nice."
I chuckled, "I can do all that." I thought, "Hunting cabin at my lease."
She told me how excited she was and I told her she was the sexiest bitch on the planet. We arranged to meet at the club at nine the next Friday and I told her to say thanks to Larry for me. We kissed and said good-bye.
I looked up and my gaze fell on Linda. She was floating on her back on top of the water with her head resting on a folded towel on the tub apron. She was tweaking one of her nipples and toying with her clit with the other hand. I sat back and nursed my weak drink while I watched.
She played with herself for another few minutes. The monster wanted to go and help her. He became rigid and I only played with him a little bit inside my robe. I always enjoy watching her play with herself. She is beautiful. She is not inhibited in any way when we are alone. I knew that if I gave her another few minutes she would bring herself to orgasm.
She must have felt me watching her. She twisted around and looked at me. She smiled and beckoned me to come to her. I went to her, shedding my robe and revealing my erection as I went. Once I was in the water, she guided me to my favorite ledge, straddled me and let her sweet pussy settle over my stiff prick.
She whispered in my ear, "I was entertaining myself until you got back. It feels so good to have your cock inside me. Nothing is as good as this."
I held her hips between my hands and began to move inside her.
She whispered, "I want you to fuck me but not just yet. Be still." Her Kegel muscles flexed and I felt her pussy squeeze me. I remained still. I kissed her.
She took my cock completely inside and moaned sweetly for me. M-m-m-m-m-m-m.
She sat upright on my lap and moved her face away far enough that we could focus on each other. She asked, "Did you make a date with Caroline?" Her pussy squeezed me again. It was hard for me to think. There was so much blood in my cock that my brain was being starved.
Finally, I answered her, "Yes. I have decided to take her up to my hunting cabin for the weekend. We can be alone there. It will be quiet."
She said, "You are very excited about being with her, aren't you?" My cock twitched and Linda felt the movement inside her. She said, "Please, be still."
I answered her question, "Yes, our first weekend together was special. I very much want to be with her again."
Linda said, "She talked to me about your time with her. She said that you made her feel special and that you took her to a new level sexually. She went into great detail. She talked about your beautiful muscles and your magnificent cock. She said that no man had ever been so good to her." We were both quiet for a moment. Her pussy squeezed me very hard. She said, "I am jealous, Luke. I can't help it."
I watched the tears well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks. I drew her near me and kissed her gently. Her arms were already around my neck. She made the kiss become very hard. I held her in place and stood up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles over my ass. I short stroked her one time. It was an involuntary movement.
She whispered, "Yes, Luke. Fuck me now." Her pussy felt like it was sucking me.
I moved us to the wall in the deepest part of the tub. I pinned her there and fucked her with long powerful strokes.
She said, "I'm close, Luke. CUM WITH ME. DON'T HOLD BACK, FUCK ME HARDER." She screamed.
I slammed her against the wall and fucked her harder. She had already gone over the edge and she was consumed in her orgasm. I followed her immediately. I hesitated deep inside her with my first spasm and deposited a powerful splash of cum there. I gave her one powerful stroke between each of my eruptions. I emptied myself in this way. My God, it was good. I continued to fuck her until I felt her relax in my arms.
Her legs fell away and I took us back to the ledge where it had all started. I held her close and managed to stay inside her. I sat and held her. She was astraddle of me again, as we had been before. My erection didn't last. I went limp while I was still deep in her grasping pussy. She was cooing in my ear as it happened. There are words in the English language that I detest. I thought, "I hate the word, "limp."
She was quiet and let me hold her for a couple of minutes. Her coos and whimpers were the only sounds she made. There had been some sobs during the act but she wasn't crying now.
At length, she brushed her lips against mine and stood. She walked up the stair and out of the water. She left her robe, towel and slippers where they were. She looked back at me and said, "I'm going to our room. Give me a minute and then come with me. I need you to hold me."
I watched her walk naked and wet through the patio door. When she was out of sight, I found my weak drink and finished it. I opened my bottle of Crown and took one long pull directly from it. I closed the bottle and set it aside. I sat here in the warm water and let the sweet after-glow of my sexual release envelope me.
A few minutes elapsed before I walked naked and wet into the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. I found Linda in the shower and joined her there. She snuggled close and let me hold her for a moment before she helped me rinse the tub water off my body. We dried each other and I spent a long time pampering her and blow drying her hair for her and then she dried mine..
I took her into our cold bedroom and crawled under the thick covers with her. We cuddled together and had a warm spot in the flannel sheets in just a few moments.
A minute later, Linda wiggled her butt against me and whispered, "That made me feel better."
I spoke quietly but it was more than a whisper. I said, "Don't worry, Baby. I will call and cancel with Caroline. I couldn't enjoy myself with her if it is upsetting you anyway."
She turned over in my arms to face me. She kissed my chin and then snuggled into my shoulder. She said, "Don't do that yet. I will tell you if I want you to do it later." There was a hint of a whimper in her voice. She said, "I need a truth time."
I said, "Okay, go."
There was a full minute of quiet while she collected her thoughts. Finally, she said, "I'm not being fair. While you were on the phone with Caroline, I was daydreaming of Ed. I was about to make myself cum when I caught you watching me." She paused and said, "I won't be jealous of Caroline while I am with Ed next weekend." She continued, "I need to handle my jealousy. It is unreasonable and I wish I hadn't mentioned it to you. You give me the freedom that I need. I should willingly do the same for you."
I said, "It is unreasonable, Tinker Bell. You are the sweet pixie that I am in love with." I paused and then said, "I understand it though and I can empathize with you because I feel jealousy over you quite often."
She said, "I know." A moment later, she giggled and she took hold of my "limp" cock. She massaged it for a moment and said, "I know how to handle my problem. I will spend this whole week fucking you into the ground. Then I will send you to Caroline in a state of abject weakness with a "limp" dick. I can do that, you know. She would quickly lose interest in you."
I answered, "Yes, I know you could do that. You have done it before."
She giggled for me and things became more comfortable between us.
I knew in my heart that I would dismiss Caroline out of hand if Linda asked me to. At the same time, I hoped that she wouldn't ask. To me, Caroline is the most exciting woman I've met since Michelin. I wanted an ongoing relationship with her.
Linda didn't fuck me completely down either. She had forgotten that she would have to save some of herself for Ed. I chuckled inside. She truly is the pixie that I love. I wouldn't want her to suffer but truthfully, it boosts my ego when she is a little jealous occasionally.
On Wednesday, I called the rancher that owns the land that I lease for hunting. I told him that I was going to bring female company and use the cabin for the weekend. He assumed I was bringing Linda and he knew what I wanted. He promised that the cabin would be "Spic and Span" clean when I arrived on Friday. His housekeeper would clean the place as part of her job and my agreement with the owner. She would do an especially good job because she knew that I would leave her a hundred dollar tip.
On Thursday, I called Caroline to confirm our date. She was excited and enthusiastic. I asked if we could meet a couple of hours earlier because we were going to take a short road trip. I wanted the cabin to be a surprise to her so I didn't tell her where we were going when she asked.
On Friday, I got away from the office and met Linda at the ranch about two in the afternoon. She wanted to take her own car to the club. She said that she needed the freedom to leave anytime she wanted to. Actually, that was good for another reason. She didn't want to go in as early as I did.
She was excited about her upcoming time with Ed. She wanted to sit with me in my chair and have some cuddle time before I left. I thought that was a good idea.
I sat down and kicked back. She curled up close to me. I held her for a minute and then asked, "Have you beaten the green monster down or do I need to call Caroline and cancel?" She remained quiet. I said, "We can call the whole thing off and stay right here together for the weekend."
She giggled and answered, "I'm fine, Luke. I just want you to hold me for a few minutes before you leave." She said, "I know you are excited. I heard you singing, "Sweet Caroline," in the shower this morning."
She asked, "When are you planning on coming home?"
I said, "Let's both be here before dark Sunday." It has been our custom to be fanatically punctual on these occasions. She agreed. This dual adventure would end before dark on Sunday.
I asked, "What have you and Ed got planned?"
She said, "He always tries to surprise me but he will keep me entertained."
I replied, "Yeah, I bet he will. If I could only have you once in a while, I wouldn't let you out of bed the whole time when I did have you."
She giggled and said, "You have a lot more stamina than Ed does. We will have sex but we will do a lot less of that than you might imagine. We spend a lot of time just hanging out. We will wind up in a theater or a museum part of the day tomorrow. He will take me out to a nice restaurant at least once and we will go dancing in the club for a while tomorrow night if he can talk me into getting dressed for that." She paused and added, "We really are friends. We just enjoy being together when we can."
I said, "I believe all that is true. However, I would bet money that you come home with a sore pussy. The man is hung like a donkey."
She giggled and let that hang in the air for a moment. She said, "Ed won't make me sore but if I get carried away you might be right." She paused and said, "No bet. I usually get carried away at least once." She giggled again.
I said, "We are running out of time." In jest, I asked, "Do you want a quickie before I leave?"
She said, "Nope. I have a truth to tell you." She paused and said, "I talked to Caroline this morning. I told her that you were saving all your energy for her. I told her that you hadn't had sex since Tuesday."
I replied, "The real truth is you wanted to be horny for ED."
She giggled and said, "I love you, Luke. Hold me for another little minute before you go."
I lay there with her until I barely had time to put my luggage in the truck. Besides clothes, I threw in some fishing gear and a few long guns. I reasoned that Caroline was a country girl. I might want to take our dinner out of the woods or the river tomorrow. That would be good. I didn't tell Linda but I damn sure don't have the stamina to keep Caroline on her back for two days. We can't fuck all the time.
I arrived at the club about twenty minutes early and I watched Caroline drive into the parking lot ten minutes later. My dick got hard when I saw her. She parked next to me and we both got out. She ran around the front of my truck and jumped into my arms. We shared a really nice kiss.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She couldn't help but feel the monster against her tummy. She captured him in her hand and giggled for me. She said, "I think you are glad to see me."

I squeezed her butt and ground the monster into her belly while we kissed the second time.
She said, "I'm certainly glad to see you." She was gasping for breath and fanning her face with a hand.
I told her that we had a two-hour drive and we had to make two stops along the way. We had already agreed not to go inside the club. We transferred her gear to my truck, locked her car and hit the road.
I love my truck. When you fold the center armrest away, it has a bench seat. Caroline and I could be very close together. She is only slightly bigger than Linda is. She can draw her feet up and lay in the seat with her head on my lap. Imagine that. She might never get another ride in the Triumph.
The first stop was only ten minutes from the club. At the north end of Harry Hines Blvd. there is a hamburger joint we called, "The Hole in the Wall." The building is an old frame structure that may have once been a home for poor country folk. It is old and has that well used and never maintained look.
The hamburgers they make here are sublime. They come in any variation that you could conceive of and of a size to satisfy the hunger of a large man. Orders are placed at a window just inside the entrance. It looks like something you would see at a pawnshop. There are only a few inside tables but we lucked out. There was one available and we claimed it. Most orders are to go. They are delivered in a translucent brown paper bag. The bag is made translucent by the grease that leaks from the sandwich. They are so good.
This was a new experience for Caroline. The north end of Harry Hines is not in the best part of town. Seedy looking people populated the place. There is no way Caroline would have ever been here before. She drew a lot of attention when I walked in with her. You would think that I wouldn't ever take her to a place like this. Modern-day cowboys can get away with this kind of thing. We just put a pistol in our pocket and brazenly go any place that we want to. I've been here dozens of times in the past. I've never had any trouble. The place was in direct contrast to the upscale steak house that I took her to the last time we were together.
We placed our order at the window and walked to the table over an ancient hardwood floor that creaked and bent when you put your weight on it. I always fear that it is going to cave in under me. It never does.
Ten minutes later, the only waitress in the place sauntered up to the table. She was a short black woman that would tip the scales at three-fifty or better. She wore a nasty looking apron over a threadbare dress made of a dark cotton print. She walked on flapping flip-flops. She didn't speak. She hardly lost stride as she flopped our food on the table and walked on. I called after her and asked for a fork. She didn't even acknowledge me but the next time she walked by, she tossed a few plastic forks and knives on the table.
I was ready for her. I reached out and took her hand. I said, "Thank you, Ma'am." I slipped her the ten-dollar bill that I had palmed before she came by this time. That would be the only "thank-you" she would get this evening and probably the only tip.
She paused and looked at the money in her hand. I was rewarded with a look of astonishment on her wrinkled old face. She mumbled, "Yes Suh, you be welcome." She moved on. I considered her tip, money well spent.
We ate. I had ordered bacon cheeseburgers and we shared an order of the best onion rings in Texas. I ate every bite of my food and surprisingly, Caroline ate almost half of hers. We both had a Coke.
As we prepared to leave, the old black woman reappeared. She wrapped what was left of Caroline's cheeseburger in a new piece if aluminum foil and put it in a brown paper bag for her. She said, "Y'all come back now."
I had been wrong about the "thank-you" a while ago. Caroline gave her another one. We left. In the truck, a bubbling Caroline sat close to me like high college girls sit with their boyfriends. She kissed me and whispered, "You are so going to get laid tonight. Larry would never take me to a place like that." I let her comment go. I didn't want to talk about Larry but I knew I would later if the time got right.
Our next stop was twenty-five miles up the road in Denton. I stopped at a large supermarket and we bought food for the weekend. We even had fun doing this. Caroline pretended to be my wife. She made me call her Linda and she put on a show for the people as if she was the little pixy that ran my life. She bossed me around giving orders and shit. I went along with it. I even called her Tinker Bell a couple times. The play-acting got out of hand.
I pulled her to one side and said, "Girl, if you don't cut me some slack, I'm going to force fuck you right here in the produce aisle."
She giggled and said, "Okay. All these good people can look at us and know that I just have to put up with that kind of thing." We laughed together and bought more food than we would need. We headed north and then turned west at Gainesville. We drove into the hard dark as we left the city lights behind.
Caroline sat close and occupied herself by playing with the bulge in my Levi jeans. They were new, a little tight and stiff. She had trouble unbuttoning them, so in another act of chivalry, I helped her. Finally, the monster was freed. She held him and caressed him with her hands for a few minutes. She giggled as she observed my rise in excitement.
She laid down flat on her belly in the seat with her knees bent and her feet resting against the passenger side window. She had both hands free to play with my cock. She seemed mesmerized with it. Her mouth came into play. At first, it was just a kiss and a few sloppy licks. She was making him wet before she sucked the head into her mouth and used her tongue to toy with it. A moment later, she let me slide down her throat. I looked down. All I could see was the back of her head bobbing up and down. She wanted to make me cum.
I was driving at seventy-five miles per hour. It was hard for me to concentrate on the road. I elected to try to keep us alive. I slowed way down. I hadn't had any sex for the past three days. I was full of cum and I knew I couldn't take much of this. It felt so good and she seemed to be having such a good time. I let her continue until I felt myself going extremely close to the edge. It felt so-o g-o-o-o-o-d then. Damn, I wanted to cum in her mouth. I made her stop.
I physically took her off my cock. I said, "Let's save it, Athenais."
She sat up beside me. She was breathing heavily. She licked my ear lobe and whispered, "You would recover before we get to where we're going."
I whispered back to her, "The first one is going to be special for me. I want to be deep in your sweet pussy."
She giggled and said aloud, "Oh that will be special for me too." She giggled and whispered again, "My pussy gets all tingly and I have butterflies when I'm near you. Let's hurry." I boosted our speed back up to seventy-five or maybe a bit more.
It was a little after ten when we drove up to the cabin. We were a bit over three miles off the pavement and we had passed through three locked gates to get here. We weren't likely to have visitors. I thought, "Let the fun begin."
I helped my Caroline out of the truck and led her into the cabin. There were two bedrooms. I led her to the nearest one and turned the covers back on the bed. I used my flashlight to search for any varmints that might be hiding there but I didn't let her know what I was doing. The power wasn't on. That flashlight from my truck was all the light we had. I left it on but it failed when I laid it on the nightstand.
We raced to get naked in the darkness. I wasn't going to get the visual stimulation that her naked body would have given me. I didn't need it. I could hear her enthusiastic giggles and feel her warmth in the cold room. Her scent was intoxicating to me and I knew I was about to taste her.
She got naked before I did. She came to me. I did get to have a vision of her. She looked like a shadow as she moved between a window and me. That window was leaking starlight into the room. My eyes were adjusting to the dark. I conjured up a vision from my memory of what she had looked like in the firelight at the carriage house. My vision looked real. It was ancient and primordial. I felt like a caveman with his mate. Then she was Athenais, the sexiest bitch on the planet. I knew that the witch had cast a spell that let me see what she wanted me to see.
I was thankful for her magic. I reached out from the dark and captured her. I held her close and kissed her. Her body felt warm to me but she was shivering. I tucked her under the covers and then finished undressing before I crawled in beside her. She giggled as she tried to arrange the covers and help me get closer to her. I held her in our spoon and wrapped my large body around her smaller one. She made mewing sounds of contentment.
The sheets smelled clean and fresh but damn, they were cold. Our body heat slowly seeped into them. I thought about it. I had slept alone in this bed one night when the temperature dropped below ten degrees. That's damn cold for Texas. I had left a window cracked that night and there was no heat in this room.
I was warm and comfortable all night. I was covered with a sheet, two wool army blankets and a down comforter. The bed is configured the same way tonight and it's not going to get nearly that cold. Caroline and I aren't going to freeze to death. I chuckled to myself and thought, "I will get to snuggle with her."
I had both my arms around her. She was hugging one of them. She wiggled her butt and said, "M-m-m-m, I love being wrapped in all this muscle. Hold me."
I squeezed her a little tighter. She rolled in my arms to face me. I rolled to my back and she wound up on top of me. She held the monster in her hand and asked in a whisper, "Didn't you tell me you wanted some pussy, Big Guy?"
I laughed quietly and thought, "I like your attitude, Sweetheart." I answered her question, "I did say that and I do want some but I want to properly work up to it." I forced her over on her back and pulled the covers over my head. I lay on top of her and let her feel some of my weight. She giggled sweetly and held my face in her hands while she kissed me. She is very good at that. Her kisses are special.
I spent a minute or so licking and kissing my way down her body. I spent that whole time teasing her clit with a finger. She didn't need any of this. She was already very wet and she wanted to fuck. She was letting me do this because she knows I like our foreplay. She enjoys it too.
Sex is always better for me if the girl is extremely excited. This one was getting there. I sucked her clit into my mouth and slipped an already wet finger inside her. She mewed, rolled her hips and thrust her pussy into my face. She fucked me gently this way and beautiful erotic sounds came out of her. I could still breathe until she put her hands on the back of my head and tried to force my face inside her pussy.
I never felt her have a little one. The nicest big one just suddenly overwhelmed her. I felt powerful contractions with my finger that was inside her. She fucked my face a little harder but there wasn't any screaming and she gave me no instructions. She was gasping for air and trying to catch her breath through the whole event. It had caught her by surprise.
When I was sure she was past her peak, I crawled up her body and helped the monster find his way inside her. Damn, it felt good. I became motionless and just let my cock soak in her wet welcoming warmth.
She whispered, "O God yes, Luke. Fuck me. I'm going to cum again right now."
I thought, "Damn, this girl is hot like a firecracker." I fucked her rhythmically with long deep strokes.
She met my thrust and tried to up the tempo. She was on the verge of orgasm already. I held her sweet ass in both my hands and force myself even deeper. I tried to touch her heart with my prick.
She whispered again, "Extagony, Luke. Hurt me."
I fucked her hard with powerful strokes. Her pussy squeezed me like the Chinese handcuffs we played with when we were kids. She didn't remain quiet through this one. She wailed like a banshee on the Irish moors. The convulsions I felt in her body were violent. They alone must have hurt her. I filled her with cum. There was a lot of it after my abstinence of the past three days. She couldn't hold it all. I knew we were going to have a wet spot in our bed. I seemed like I just kept cumming. My orgasm was almost as good as hers. We kept fucking each other until there was no reason to go on. I rolled off her.
I was overheated. I stuck a leg out from under the covers and let the cold night air carry some of the heat away. I pulled the blankets away from my face and filled my lungs with that same cold, oxygen-rich, country, night air. I think Caroline was doing the same thing. We relaxed and regained our breath. Caroline induces an after-glow in me that is different from anything I had ever felt before. I noticed it the first time we were together but I didn't fully appreciate it. It must have been more of her witchcraft. I lay there and enjoyed it.
Caroline was enjoying herself too. She made deep coos and soft mewing sounds as she recovered. Her smaller body cooled faster than mine did. Soon she found her way back under the covers and snuggled closer to me. She said, "That was so good it hurt."
I chuckled and said, "Extagony?"
I could barely hear her giggle. She replied, "Oh yes." Then she said, "No one has ever been that deep inside me. I thought your prick was going to come out of my mouth. You make me so happy to be here with you."
I gathered her close and held her. We lay quietly together and basked in that special after-glow for at least another half hour. There was a wet spot but the bed was big enough that we could move away from it. At length, I said, "I've got to get up and get the power turned on."
She kissed my cheek and said, "Just stay here with me until daylight comes. You will be able to see better then."
I chuckled and said, "You will need hot water and a warm bathroom." I held her for another minute and said, "It will only take a minute, I'll be right back." I slipped out of the warm bed.
I couldn't make my flashlight work but there was an old coal oil storm lantern on the mantelpiece in the main room. I could see a little bit. I went to the fireplace and found the lantern. I lit it with a kitchen match from the box beside it. Under my breath, I said, "Let there be light."
I went to the electrical closet and opened the breaker panel. I was pleasantly surprised. The master switch was closed, as were the breakers for the water heater and the hot tub. We already had hot water. I closed all the other breakers and I could feel the cabin coming alive around me. Lights came on in the kitchenette and the bathroom. I also saw a glow in the large radiant heater in the main room.
It was cold and I was naked. I went to the bathroom and made sure the space heater was on. Then I steeled myself and went to the back porch. I checked the thermometer hanging there. It said thirty-eight degrees. I thought, "We won't have a freeze tonight but if we do, it will be very light." Then I checked the hot tub. The thermometer there was squared up on one hundred, only one degree below optimum.
Everything in the rest of the little four rooms and a bath cabin checked out. I was still naked and it was still cold. I walked out onto the front porch anyway. I stood in the dark and took a good old country piss off the far corner. The sky was clear and the stars were magnificent. There was a crescent moon. It had just rose from below the horizon and seemed very close. I thought, "Athenais must see this."
I hurried back to the bedroom and crawled into our warm bed. Caroline said, "Oh, Luke. You are so cold." She cuddled close to me and shared her body's warmth.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hall Pass Ch. 49 -- Hell yes, Caroline

By: LewdLuke
Everything in the rest of the little four rooms and a bath cabin checked out. I was still naked and it was still cold. I walked out onto the front porch anyway. I stood in the dark and took a good old country piss off the far corner. The sky was clear and the stars were magnificent. There was a crescent moon. It had just rose from below the horizon and seemed very close. I thought, "Athenais must see this."
I hurried back to the bedroom and crawled into our warm bed. Caroline said, "Oh, Luke. You are so cold." She cuddled close and shared her body's warmth with me.
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I wanted to surprise her with the night sky and the hot tub. I lay there plotting about how to get her out of this warm bed and into the cold night. She solved the problem for me.
She whispered, "I have to tinkle."
My mind hatched a plan almost instantly. I said, "Wait five minutes if you can. The bathroom will be warm by then. I turned the heat on in there." Then I said, "Let me get up first and I'll get your luggage from the truck.
She said, "I can wait." She snuggled closer to me.
I said, "There is more good news. The water heater was on before we got here. We have hot water." I left our door open. It was getting warmer in our bedroom too. I knew I could cool it off again later.
She giggled like a happy child. She said, "I can get all sparkly for you. I was worried about that."
I made it work this way. I lay there with her until I was warm again. We played kissy-kissy and I teased her titties some. When it came time, I got up and dressed in the clothes I had worn earlier. I didn't fool with socks or underwear. She stayed in bed until I brought our things in from the truck. I went back to the truck and brought our groceries in.
She went into the bathroom and I gave her the private time that she needed. I put the groceries away, made myself a drink and opened a bottle of Linda's wine for Caroline. I took the booze out to the back porch and removed the cover from the hot tub. I checked the water temperature again. It was still an even hundred degrees. I left it that way.
I went back in and did a bit of unpacking. I took the robes I had brought for us and hung them a few feet in front of the big radiant heater in the main room. I took two big fluffy bath towels out to the tub. I got finished just as I heard Caroline turn the water on in the shower. I got naked and went to the bathroom.
I reached into the shower and turned the water off. I took one of Caroline's hands and said, "Come with me, Athenais." Athenais is the name of Caroline's alter ego. She is the sexiest bitch on the planet. I call her that a lot when we are alone. It fits her well. She resisted but only a little. When we got to the back door, she balked.
She said, "Luke, I'm naked and wet. It's cold out there."
I said, "Trust me, Girl." I kissed her forehead and said, "Close your eyes and follow me."
She closed her eyes and followed me outside. I led her to the stairs that led down into the pool. I said, "Look down and open your eyes." She caught her breath when she saw the bubbling water with a steamy mist wafting over its surface. I said, "Get in slowly. The water will seem too warm at first but it isn't. You will be comfortable in just a few seconds." We stepped down together.
I found a seat where the water would just cover my shoulders and pulled her down onto my lap. She was as giddy as a kid at Christmas. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me the sweetest kiss. She was already comfortable in the warm water.
I looked up at the sky over us. It was just as beautiful as it was when I first saw it. The stars were bright points of silver light floating in a bottomless ebony sea. There were thousands of them. A concentrated splash of them defined the Milky Way. The moon was now a bit higher in the sky. It was the smallest sliver of white and it seemed to be a little farther away than it had been earlier. I said, "Check out the sky."
Caroline looked up and the spectacle took her breath away. She didn't even try to breathe as she absorbed the sight. Her eyes moved in her little girl face to search every corner of the vision that nature had provided for us. Her jaw was slack and her mouth hung open. Presently, I watched as her gaze fell on my face and her eyes refocused. She kissed me. It was more than sweet. It was ardent and soulful. I eagerly kissed her back. I let my tongue find its way into her mouth. I love being inside this woman's body any way I can get there.
She nestled into my shoulder in the comfort of the warm water but she maintained a place where she was still able to see the sky. She whispered in my ear, "Oh Luke. I've lived in the city for too long. I had forgotten the stars could be like this. Thank you for bringing me to this special place."
For the next few minutes, we were just happy to be together. I just wanted to hold her and be close to her while we shared the warm water and the starry-starry night. We were together in the right place at the right time. Life is so good. Sex wasn't even a part of this special moment.
Eventually, this almost mystical moment passed. I recovered. We were naked together. This strong young female was squirming in my lap. I felt powerful sensual vibrations emanating from her on every wavelength. I was overwhelmed by a deep need to fuck her silly. That's why I had brought her here to this special place. I didn't need any thanks for that. The monster moved.
Caroline had come back to her senses too. She asked, "Is that wine for me?"
I laughed and said, "It is for a fact. I filched it from Linda for you." I reached and acquired it for her. I sipped my drink too.
She said, "Larry would never have brought me here. His idea of romance would be a high dollar modern hotel in the big city where you can't see the sky." She looked back up at the heavens.
I thought, "The simplest things make this girl happy. That in its self makes her special." I said, "Let's don't talk about our spouses."
She became serious. She took her eyes from the stars and looked at me. She said, "You just talked about stealing Linda's wine for me. I know you think about her when we are together." She paused and then continued, "I think about Larry. We don't have to talk about him but I would like to hear what you and he said to each other when you met last Saturday."
I replied, "We can do that but let's not talk about it right now in this special time."
She said, "Of course, you are right again my Luke." She moved in my lap until she was facing me and astraddle of me. She kissed me again and her pussy came to rest on the monster. There was the slightest erotic movement there. She had awakened him earlier. She was arousing him now. She had changed into Athenais and her magical powers had come into play.
In the next few minutes, I listened to her soft giggles and her tinkling laughter while she played my body as if it was her personal musical instrument. The warm water burbled and flowed around us from the jets in the tub. I listened to the yelp of a coyote pup in the distance and I heard the hoot of an owl. The night made noises of its own as the breeze found its way through the trees.
She held my cock in her hands and whispered her magical words in my ear. She said, "My Luke, this thing is magnificent. I've never been in a hot tub before."
I came to a point where I had no more free will. I gave in to the monsters demands and her obvious desire. I repositioned her slightly and helped the monster slowly invade her body. Her giggles turned into sweet moans as it happened. The owl hooted again and the coyote helped him cheer for us. My penetration of her became complete.
I held her and rested there for a minute. She mewed and her pussy squeezed me. I withdrew an inch or two and then gently trust back inside to the place where I had been. I continued this easy movement while we kissed. Her sweet love sounds displaced the music of the wind in the trees. I could feel the excitement cooking in her depths. I wanted her to cum for me but there was no hurry. I fucked her slowly.
At length, I think she became impatient with me. Her body's rhythm changed. Her breath became ragged and intermittent. Her efforts became more urgent. She met my thrust with more authority and an enthusiastic rocking and pitching movement was added to the mix. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't fucking her anymore. She was fucking me.
An adult coyote howled. He was very close to us. My eyes blinked open for an instant and then snapped shut again. A picture of the starry sky was imprinted in my brain. Caroline was fucking me so-o-o fucking g-g-o-o-o-d. I let myself become lost in it and let her have her way.
Over the next few minutes, her loving vocalizations became more pronounced. Her whispers in my ear became unintelligible. She was Athenais, speaking to me in French. She continued to fuck me. Her sweet sucking pussy became the most important thing in my world.
Finally, she spoke in English. She said, "I want to be selfish now." Her movements acquired more authority. She whispered, "I'm going to make myself cum. Save yourself if you can. I will need you again later."
I held her fine ass in my hands and helped her just a little.
She said, "Save yourself for me. I have something special for you." I had planned to do that anyway. It would be easy. She had emptied me just an hour ago.
Her orgasm took control of her. She was just using my cock as a tool to fuck herself. I encouraged her some and let it happen. I was thoroughly enjoying myself but I was nowhere near the edge. This had happened quicker than I thought it would. I easily held myself in check, as requested. I wanted to help her have another one later.
Her climax ran its course. It was a good one. It was good enough that I could feel it zap the energy out of her. She purred like a kitten as she came down from her high.
The owl hooted again. He was very close now. I looked up. He was sitting on the roof at the peak of the gable end of the house. He was a dark shadow outlined in the bright starlight. His big night-vision eyes were trained on us. He hooted again. I got the impression that he would have applauded us but he didn't have hands. I had a private laugh inside. The coyote didn't howl but I heard him laughing in the tree line. The Indians that occupied this land before the white men came say that coyotes are jokesters. They play tricks and see humor in everything.
Caroline had collapsed against me. Her arms were out of the water and around my neck. Her forehead rested against mine. Her tongue snaked out into the starlight and touched my lips. She whispered, "Oh Luke." I let her relax in place there for the time it took her to regain her breath.
My cock was still erect inside her but my excitement had begun to wane. I figured it was my turn. My intent was to dry her off and take her to bed. I whispered to her, "We are beginning to overheat. We need to go in."
She stood up in place. A wave of disappointment washed over me as my still hard cock slipped out of her. She took my hand and pulled me off my seat. She said, "Come with me, I have something special for you. We half-assed dried ourselves and hurried inside. The temperature was down to 34 degrees now. We had both cooled a lot by the time we got inside the house.
I wrapped a warmed robe from in front of the heater around her and then donned mine. Those robes felt so good. She kissed me and led me to one of the overstuffed chairs in front of the TV. She had me sit and told me she would be right back. I was surprised to see her go back out onto the porch. She was back in a few seconds with our drinks.
She brought mine to me. I had only taken a sip or two out of it. She said, "Sit there and enjoy yourself." She bent and kissed me while she tugged the tag end of my robe's belt. She whispered, "Let me do this. It's my turn to make you feel special." She dropped to her knees in front of me and opened my robe.
The monster was still semi-stiff. He began to stand taller as soon as Caroline touched him. She held him and spent a full minute tongue bathing my testicles. I sipped my drink and watched her. The electric lights weren't on but the heater made enough light to see her by. My plan was to let her do this and enjoy every second of it. I had experienced this girl's abilities before. I knew I could throat fuck her to my heart's content without fear of hurting her. I also knew that she loved to have cum in her mouth.
She licked the monster all over but paid special attention to the underside of the tip. The monster came to full attention before she sucked him into her mouth. She had some real skills and she had put them on display for me at the carriage house the first time we were together. These are learned abilities. I wondered who taught her.
Her tongue swirled around my cock's head as she sucked. It was such sweet torture. I was tempted to hold her face in place and force fuck her mouth and throat. It wasn't necessary. I knew she was going to bring me off rather quickly if I never helped her at all. Normally having my cock sucked is only foreplay for me. This was going to be more than that.
Athenais generated a sweet orgasm for me this way at the Carriage house. She must be a witch. I had dreamed about that blowjob several times in the month since it happened. She planted the promise of this act in my mind a few minutes ago while she was fucking me. She had never used words. She used magic. I had daydreamed about fucking her face just a few minutes ago while she was cumming with my cock inside her pussy. Only her pretty "girl-next-door" face had been above the water. Her face reflected the euphoric state she was enjoying. I counted the freckles on her cute nose. I wanted to put my dick in her mouth right then but I couldn't force myself to take it out of her sweet pussy.
I sat still and nursed my drink. I watched her suck me. She took me down her throat. All I had to do was ask with a gentle thrust. I was moving closer to the edge. I watched my cock disappear into her mouth and then reappear. I sipped my drink. I thought, "Her jaws must be getting tired." She dragged me closer to the edge.
I raised my glass to my lips. It was empty. In my mind, that was an indicator of time passed by. I watched as if this was happening to someone else. I grabbed her head in both hands and forced my cock down her throat. She took it easily. My first jet of cum erupted from my body. I actually extracted a sweet sound of satisfaction from her. She had achieved her goal. I fucked her hard through several more powerful spasms. She exhibited no stress.
When I was empty, I continued to fuck her pretty face but I was far gentler with her. She actually giggled around my cock. She continued to lick and suck me until I became flaccid in her mouth. She rose to her feet and bent to kiss my forehead. She giggled for me again and took my glass out of my hand. She seemed to be very pleased with her achievement. She walked away. I thought, "I'm certainly pleased with you, Girl"
I slumped comfortably in the big chair. I wasn't sure I could move. I didn't even try. She returned a moment later. She handed me a new drink, gave me another kiss and giggled as she walked away.
She must have been gone for fifteen or twenty minutes. She returned just as I finished my drink. I had recovered quite a bit. I was more aware of my surroundings. She knelt again between my knees for a moment. She stretched up to me and I tasted peppermint when she slid her tongue into my mouth. Her kisses have magic of their own. They are so nice.
She asked, "Are you hungry?"
I answered, "Yeah, I think I am."
She then asked, "Do you want another drink while I fix us something?"
I replied, "No. I've had enough booze for tonight. I've got a nice glow going."
She shared another sweet kiss with me and walked to the kitchenette. I watched her body move under her robe. I realized that the glow I felt inside was from the sex, not the whiskey.
She was back in just a few minutes. She had found what was left of her hamburger from the "Hole in the Wall" and dismantled it so that she could reheat the meat and bread. She had put it back together and cut it in half. She brought both halves on a paper plate with a Coke for us to share. She sat on the floor near my feet and we ate. The hamburger was very good.
When we were finished, I ask, "What now, Sweetheart?"
She answered, "I want you to get naked with me and sit in the tub some more. I want to see the stars again before we sleep.
I said, "We can do that." I rose from the chair and went to our bedroom to close the door. I wanted it to cool off in that room. I noticed the bed had been made up. I checked the sheets. They had been changed. Caroline had done away with the wet spot we had made. I thought, "This girl gets better as we go."
I went back to the main room. We dbangd our robes over chairs in front of the heater. I left our towels there too. I said, "We can come in here to dry."
The light from the heater is not as good as firelight. It doesn't flicker. Still, Caroline looked very good in it. I gathered her up in my arms. I kissed her but that was just the excuse I used so that I could hold her naked body close to mine. I led her outside and to the tub.
She sat in my lap again but this time with her back to me. I held her. It was almost as if we were spooning in a vertical position.
She said, "I remember the stars being like this when I was a little girl."
I said, "You are still a little girl."
She said, "In case you haven't noticed, sir. I am a woman now." She cupped one of my hands around her left boob.
I replied, "You most definitely are and you are a most exciting woman at that, Athenais."
She giggled and said, "A close friend of mine once told me that I was the sexiest bitch on the planet." She wiggled her butt in my lap. I squeezed the titty I had in my hand and kissed her neck. She cooed and squirmed closer to me.
After a moment she said, "Linda told me that you like to sit with her and watch for meteors. Do you think we might see one tonight?"
I answered, "Probably, if we sit here long enough. They are not uncommon."
I heard a rustle on the roof. I looked up. The owl was back. I hadn't heard him glide in on his silent wings but his talons made noise on the cedar-shingled roof of the cabin. He saw me look at him. He hooted then and that drew Caroline's attention too. He ruffled his feathers for her when she looked at him.
She said, "Look, it's an owl."
I said, "Yeah. They hunt at night. He has found us to be an interesting diversion." I took a breath and said, "He sat right where he is now and watched you fuck me earlier."
She giggled and said, "He is a voyeur then, isn't he?"
I chuckled and said, "He wasn't alone. An adult male coyote watched us from that tree line right there." I pointed to the trees about twenty yards away.
She asked, "Why didn't I notice them?"
I laughed and said, "You weren't paying attention. Your mind was on other things."
She turned and sat sideways on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. She laid her head on my shoulder and whispered, "Thank you for letting me have you that way. It was special for me."
I said, "Any time, Athenais."
She didn't giggle when I used that name. She said, "I was Caroline when I did that."
I squeezed her close and said, "Good." The owl hooted.
She asked, "What is your connection with this place? Do you own it?"
I answered, "No, I have a long term lease on the cabin and the hunting rights on about four thousand acres of land."
We were quiet with each other for a moment. She asked, "Do you bring Linda here?"

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I said, "Sure. Linda hunts with me sometimes but she likes to come here and just hang out too."

Caroline asked, "What do you hunt?"
I said, "Well, the main game is Whitetail deer and Rio Grande turkeys. They are both out of season now. We can hunt squirrels year round and Cottontail rabbits in the winter. We shoot Mourning doves in the fall and there are a few Bobwhite quail here but I don't keep dogs anymore." I laughed and said, "Sometimes I elephant hunt down by the river but I haven't got one yet." She laughed at me.
I got the impression that we were playing the game of, "Twenty Questions." She asked, "Have you and Linda had sex in the bed we just used?
I chuckled and said, "Caroline, you would be hard-pressed to find a place here where we haven't had sex. We've had access to this place for ten years.
She giggled, snuggled close and whispered, "I want to pretend to be Linda when we go to bed. I am so jealous of her for having you but I love her to death for sharing you with me."
She went on to her next question. She asked, "Is Linda bisexual?"
I said, "Damn, Caroline. You ask hard questions. What made you ask that?"
She replied, "I guess my curiosity got piqued. I know that you and Linda are good friends with Barbra Porter. Gossip at the club is that she is a true bi. I just wondered." She paused and said, "I told you I was bi, didn't I?"
I said, "You told me that you had sex with Athena in your seventeenth-century fantasy."
She giggled. She said, "Oh no, Luke. That was no fantasy. That was real. You forget I am a witch. I remember my past lives." She giggled again. Then she said, "In this life, I had a short affair with a bi girl who was a friend of mine in college. Then I became involved with an older woman who was a full-blown lesbian. She and I were roommates for a while. She became oppressively possessive of me. That relationship ended poorly. Of course, all that was before I met Larry. I haven't had a girlfriend since then."
I said, "Well, Barbra is a friend but I'm not at liberty to talk about her any farther than that. Linda and I don't talk about the other people in our lives unless everyone is in on the conversation. I won't talk about our relationship after we leave here with anyone except Linda."
A meteor flashed across the heavens. It was a good one. It was very bright in the dark sky and it lasted three or four seconds. Caroline gasped and asked, "Did you see that?" The owl hooted.
I said, "Oh Hell yes, Caroline. That was a good one."
She said, "It was beautiful. Will there be another one?"
I answered, "Meteors as good as that are rare. Chances are it will be a long time before we get to see another one like it. I'm glad we both saw it."
She hesitated for a second. She said, "I want you to take me to bed now. She kissed my cheek. She said, "If you will wrap me up in all your big muscles and hold me, I will let you sleep."
I chuckled and said, "That's a done deal, Girl. I'm ready for sleep."
We both said, "Good-night to the owl and went inside. We walked through the shower just to rinse the chlorine from the tub off us. I got out first and retrieved our warm towels from the main room. I wrapped one around Caroline when she stepped out. I dried her hair for her and sent her to bed. I dried my hair and took another minute to brush my teeth. I didn't shave, because Caroline had asked me not to. She told me that she wanted to take some whisker rash home with her. It would help extend her experience with me a bit longer.
I checked the clock. It was after three, way past my bedtime. I walked out on the porch one last time. I took a leak and checked the thermometer. It said twenty-nine degrees. I thought, "A very light freeze, snuggle weather." I looked for the owl. He was gone.
The temperature in our bedroom was probably in the low forties. It wouldn't get much colder than that but I wouldn't care if it did. I left the window closed and crawled in bed. Caroline had made me a warm spot. She was being so good to me. We both became warm and comfortable shortly. I whispered, "Goodnight Caroline."
She replied, "You need to call me Linda. My fantasy has begun."
I Said, "Goodnight Linda." I pulled her close and squeezed the titty that I was holding. She wiggled her butt and giggled once. We were both spent. We both fell asleep sometime in the next few minutes.
Morning came late for me. The room was full of sunshine when I awoke. It must have been close to ten. I was alone. The place where Caroline should have been seemed like a giant empty space. I listened and I did hear movement in the main room. She was cooking breakfast. I could smell bacon and coffee. I couldn't watch her from the bed. The smells were the same ones that had aroused me in the carriage house last month but I could see her from the bed when we were there.
I slipped into my robe and slippers and found my way into the main room. Caroline noticed me and smiled. She poured a cup of coffee for me. She sifted a teaspoon of sugar into it and set it on the table. I blew her a kiss and slipped into the hallway and to the bathroom. I took a bit of mouthwash and sloshed it around in my mouth while I took a leak.
I went back to Caroline. She had the sweetest good-morning kiss for me. I sat at the table and sipped the hot coffee while she finished preparing our breakfast.
I waited until she put our food on the table and sat down beside me. I asked, "What's with the camouflage jumpsuit and the boots?"
She grinned and said, "I found some of Linda's hunting gear." She paused and said, "The boots are a bit tight but I can get by. Do you like the look?"
I chuckled and said, "Yes, I do like the country girl look but the last time you fixed breakfast for me you were bare-assed naked. I liked that look too."
She giggled and got a pouty look on her face. She said, "I want you to take me hunting."
I replied, "Deer and turkey are both out of season. We can't hunt them."
She said, "You said that we could squirrel hunt anytime. I want to go squirrel hunting and if I could get a Cottontail or two that would be even better." I want to cook them for our dinner tonight. I've already checked. Everything I need is here."
I said, "You've done that sort of thing before, haven't you?" I thought, "I knew I liked this girl for more than superficial reasons."
She smiled and said, "I grew up in the hardwood bottom land of East Texas. My dad was a hunter. I went squirrel hunting with him from the time I was big enough to follow him. He gave me my first rifle when I was about ten. It was a J C Higgins .22. It was a short-barreled single-shot bolt action. I saved up my own money and bought myself a nice Marlin lever rifle when I was fourteen." She paused and said, "We always ate what we shot."
I laughed and said, "Okay, it sounds like a plan. Maybe we have found another way to have fun together."
She became giddy. I watched her begin to bubble. I thought, "Damn, she is nice to be with when she is happy."
She asked, "Can we go to the pecan trees near the river that you talked about. There should be squirrels there."
I replied, "Yes we can go there. It's a pretty place too." Then I said, "We should get ready and go right now. The weatherman said we are going to get some rain late this afternoon and tonight."
She giggled and said, "Really? No stars tonight?"
I nodded.
She said, "If it's about to rain, the squirrels will be active today. They will want full bellies when they den up before the storm."
I thought, "She is a hunter. Her father taught her well."
She said, "I've thought of something else that might be fun." She smiled and her little freckled country-girl nose wrinkled.
I chuckled at her enthusiasm and asked, "What?"
She took my hand and rubbed the back of it against her face. She asked, "Do you think we could bring a mattress off one of the beds in here? We could sleep in front of the fireplace like we did at the carriage house."
I remembered what she looked like in firelight. The monster moved. I replied, "Hell yes, Caroline. We can do that." She giggled sweetly.
We got our shit together for our impromptu hunting trip. I had my kit in the toolbox of my truck. I had a Remington model 552 there also. It was chambered for .22 long rifle ammo. It was a bolt action but it was a magazine-fed, five-shot repeater. It was my rifle and it fits me. It would be too long in pull for her but, as she said, "She could get by." The little.22 cartridges wouldn't produce any recoil so the ill fit wouldn't be dangerous for her. I wished that I had one of Linda's weapons with me. It would fit Caroline better.
I took my clothes into the house and got dressed. I wore a set of thermal underwear and an old set of camo fatigues. I had a field jacket too and I knew that Linda's parka was in the house. Caroline could wear that over the jumpsuit. The temperature was already in the low forties and climbing. We wouldn't be cold.
By the time I was dressed, Caroline had cleaned the kitchen. I took her outside and familiarized her with my rifle. It didn't take much. I showed her how to load and insert the detachable magazine. Then I showed her where the safety was and how it worked.
I let her shoot two magazines. She took the rifle and walked up to a post. She laid her hand on the wood with her thumb stuck out. She rested the rifle there and took a stance with her feet spread apart. She took a deep breath, let about half of it out, knocked the safety off and squeezed the trigger. She hit what she aimed at. I was suitably impressed. She fired the rest of her ammo just as competently from several different positions. She chose targets at different ranges and only missed once when she tried to shoot beyond fifty yards. I was satisfied that the rifle was zeroed and Caroline could shoot. I took her hunting.
We put together a daypack and drove the pick-up about two miles downriver. We stayed on high ground until we were opposite the pecan grove that I intended to hunt. I dropped over the bluff into the hardwood bottom below and I parked just as we entered the trees. I loaded two magazines for the rifle and put the rest of the box of ammo in the daypack.
I gave the two mags to Caroline and took the rifle out of its case. I gave it to Caroline too. I watched her. She opened the bolt and made sure there was no cartridge in the chamber. She closed the bolt on the empty chamber, put the safety lever on safe and inserted one of the mags. She had done everything correctly. The weapon was safe to carry. To shoot, all she had to do is operate the bolt and knock the safety off.
I put the pack on my back and I tucked a pair of compact 7X30 binoculars in a jacket cargo pocket. We walked the last hundred yards to the pecan grove. I was confident that we would find squirrels here. The trees had produced a good crop of the small native pecans the year before. The squirrels had spent the fall feeding in this grove and hiding pecans. They would visit all winter long feeding on their stash of hidden food.
We walked into the edge of the grove and found a place where we could sit comfortably together. It was the middle of the day and the sun was bright. Rain and cloud cover was on the way according to the forecast but for now, the sky was clear and blue. There were no leaves on the trees. Old pecan trees are some of the last in the forest to put out leaves in the spring.
I was sure that Caroline was correct when she said the squirrels would be active this afternoon. They are naturally diurnal. They are active in daylight and sleep at night. They will know that the weather is about to change. They will use this afternoon to prepare for it just as Caroline had said.
There was plenty of sound in the forest but we had not seen or heard a squirrel. You can't sneak up on them. They have very good senses. I knew there were several of them around and near us. These are big fox squirrels but they are not city dwellers that have become used to humans. These live in the real world where they are preyed upon. They recognize humans as predators like the coyotes, foxes, hawks, bobcats and everything else they have to deal with. They were hiding and watching us.
Caroline laid my pack on the ground and laid the rifle on top of it. I could see that she intended to use the pack as a shooting rest. I thought, "Smart girl. She has done this before."
She asked me for the field glasses and started looking for a target. I just sat and watched her. I knew that in fifteen minutes, or so, a big male that is a little braver than the rest will expose his self to us and raise a little hell. He will be asking us to get the hell out of his woods and at the same time warning every varmint within hearing that we are here. He will have decided that we are not climbers and he is safe high in the tree. That was a serious mistake but nothing in his evolution prepared him for a human with a rifle.
Caroline whispered, "I found one. He is peeking at us over a limb. I could shoot him but I'm going to wait for a better shot."
I nodded my agreement.
A few minutes later, I heard a chuckle. Caroline had heard it too. She swung her glasses in that direction and whispered, "I see him." I saw him too he was about thirty yards out. He was standing on a horizontal limb and flicking his thick bushy tail. He became louder and began to bark like a small dog. He was very excited and his attention was directly on us.
Caroline said, "I don't want that one. He is an old male. He would be too tough to eat."
I thought, "Damn. This girl is, in fact, a squirrel hunter."
A minute later, another one appeared just a few yards farther out. Caroline didn't say anything. She lay down behind the rifle. She smoothly and quietly worked the bolt and took the rifle off safe. She snuggled in close and peered through the scope. I watched her stop breathing. Her finger went inside the trigger guard and the rifle went off three seconds later. I shifted my gaze and watched the dead squirrel fall from the tree. I kept my eye on the place where it fell.
I heard Caroline eject the empty cartridge case and close the bolt on a new round. Five seconds later, I heard a second report from the rifle.
Caroline said, "I got that one too. Did you see where the first one fell?"
I replied, "Yes I have him pegged."
She said, "You get that one. I'm looking at the second one."
She picked the rifle up and I saw her click the safety on. She left the bolt closed on the spent case. I thought, "She knows her way around guns."
I found her first one. It was a young female. She was shot cleanly through the head. Caroline had missed her eye by a quarter of an inch. When I looked back at Caroline, she was holding and inspecting her second kill. We both went back to where we had left the pack. I counted thirty-seven paces.
She showed me her squirrel. It too was head shot. She said, "This is the one that was peeking over the limb. She was excited. She jumped in my arms and kissed me. The monster moved.
I wanted to fuck her right then and right there. If it had been ten degrees warmer, I would have.
She whispered in my ear, "That's all the squirrels we need. Take me back to the cabin." She giggled. Her sexual arousal was obvious to me. She was very turned on. The monster moved again.
We walked back to the truck. I cranked it up and got the heater going. I had intended for Caroline to sit inside and wait for the few minutes it would take me to skin and clean her squirrels. She insisted on sitting on the tailgate and watching me. When I was finished, she held the canteen and dribbled water so I could rinse them off.
We drove back to the cabin. Caroline took the squirrels inside and washed them thoroughly in the cold water at the kitchen sink. She found a mixing bowl large enough to hold them and covered them with cold salt water before putting them in the refrigerator.
I rubbed some oil on the outside of my rifle and made sure it was unloaded before I slid it back in its case. I returned it to its place in the truck's toolbox.
I walked into the bedroom and found the jumpsuit that Caroline had been wearing. It was dbangd over a cedar chest at the end of the bed. Linda's boots were there too. I took my clothes off and went to the bathroom. I could hear water running there. Caroline was drying her face and hands. I took her by the wrist and said, "Come with me, Girl." She giggled and followed me willingly.
I threw her down on the bed and crawled in beside her. I pulled the covers over us and we snuggled. She initiated one of her sweet kisses. I said, "I need a few minutes with the sexiest bitch on the planet."
She whispered, "I wanted you to fuck me while we were in the woods. I need it now, right now." She crawled up to be on top of me and sucked a nipple into her mouth. She was already holding my hard cock in her hand. Her words induced an adrenalin rush in me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
I touched her engorged clit and slipped a finger inside her. She was wet to the point of being sloppy. I rolled us over and took charge. I stuffed her full of cock in two strokes. I paused deep inside her and we kissed. I let all of my weight rest on her. Most of it was at our point of union. Her body was forced deep into the soft mattress and I squeezed the air out of her. She sighed deeply and I felt her open herself to me. She flexed her Kegel muscles and her pussy held me in place for the next few seconds.
I took most of my weight off her but then pounded her with long powerful thrusts. She seemed to naturally fall into my rhythm. She met my thrust with her own power and strength. We fucked each other hard for several minutes.
She whispered, "Hurt me, Luke." I found the energy to fuck her harder.
I moved closer to the edge and then even closer. I wanted to hang on and wait for her but I was damn close to losing it.
She whispered, "Now, Luke. I'm cumming. Fuck me harder." She was screaming after that, "OH GOD, YES. HERE IT IS. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FU-U-UCK ME-E-E-E...M-A-K-E I-T HUR-R-R-T ME-E-E-E." She wrapped me in her legs and pulled me even deeper inside her.
I tried hard to hold myself in check. I wanted to help her have another one. It didn't happen. I lost it. I lost all control. My orgasm overcame my ability to reason. Shamefully, I lost all regard for Caroline and just used her soft little body to satisfy my own lustful needs. I held her in place and pounded her unmercifully. I filled her with cum with one vigorous spasm after another. Her sweet love sounds boiled out of her.
I came back to my senses. Caroline was moaning and struggling to breathe. All of my weight was on her again. I had collapsed on top of her. I felt as if I had just run a four-minute mile. I had muscle burn in the small of my back and I was tired all over.
I moved off Caroline and lay on my back beside her. She didn't move but she did begin to breathe easily. I pushed the blankets off us. The cool air in the room felt good.
Several minutes went by. Caroline rolled to face me and snuggled close. She giggled.
I helped her get comfortable and pulled the sheet and one blanket over us. She kissed my cheek and giggled again.
I asked, "Did I do something funny?"
She answered, "No. I was just thinking about Linda. She always brags about how good the quickies are that she has with you. I understand now but I don't think I will mention it to her.
I laughed and said, "Well, I won't either." We snuggled close and basked in the delicious afterglow we had created in each other. We spent half an hour in this blissful state. I spent the time awake and in reflection of how much I had enjoyed my time with this powerful woman.
Finally, I asked, "Are you awake?"
She wiggled her butt against me.

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I said, "I want to tell you something. I was very impressed with your squirrel hunt. Watching you was special for me."

She giggled and said, "I was showing off for you."
I continued, "Your father must have been one hell of a teacher."
She said, "He was but then he had a willing student. I love him very much. I get more of his time and attention when we hunt or fish together." She paused and said, "He would like you. Even if he knew we were lovers." Then she asked, "Will you bring me here again?"
I answered, "Hell yes, Caroline. I hope that it works out that we can spend a lot of time together." I asked, "Would you like to go sit in the tub for a while before it rains?"
She giggled again. She answered, "I have to get up for a minute or two but I had rather come back and have some cuddle time right here in this bed." A few seconds passed. She said, "I want you to talk to me about your meeting with Larry."
I squeezed her in my arms and replied, "Okay. Now is a good time for that."
She allowed me to hold her for another few minutes and then slipped out of bed. I waited another minute and I got up too. I went to the front porch, relieved myself and checked the weather. We were still under clear sky but I could see a cloudbank that was approaching from the northwest. It was too far away for me to see rain under it and I didn't see any lightning in it. The temperature was fifty-two but I knew it would drop significantly when the front passed.
I came back into the house. I heard the shower running and decided to rinse off with Caroline. I stepped into the warm cascade and found myself with the cutest "Little-girl-from-next-door." I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her.
She whispered, "You make me feel so special. Let's don't ever go home. We can live here on the river forever, with the owls and the coyotes. "
I chuckled and replied, "That is a happy thought, isn't it?"
She said, "The ancients lived that way. I would bet that they were happier than the people of today are."
We cleaned up and dried off. I spent some extra time blow-drying her hair. We went back to bed.
She snuggled close with her head resting on my shoulder. She said, "Tell me about you and Larry."
I asked, "How much do you want to know?"
She said, "Give it to me, blow-by-blow. Then I want to tell you what happened when he got home."
I said, "Fair enough. Break in when you feel the need." I started my narrative and condensed the meeting down to a three-minute talk. I tried to tell her everything that was important but I did leave out the things I had promised to hold in confidence.
She asked, "Did you tell Larry that you wouldn't have this weekend with me if he didn't give me a pass?"
I answered, "I did in fact. You told me that you loved Larry and you wanted to put your relationship back together. I wouldn't want to be a part of something that would put that in jeopardy. I wouldn't want you or your baby girl to suffer on my account." I paused and said, "I wanted you enough that I took a shot at talking to Larry. I'm glad I did it that way. It seems that it worked out.
I said, "He told me that you had proposed an open arrangement with him and you thought the hall pass system might work for you. He said that scared the shit out of him at first but then he said that after he gave it some consideration, he saw some merit in it. He had me explain it to him."
She asked, "Did you tell him that he had to take control of me?"
I replied, "I told him that you wouldn't want a cuckold for a husband. I told him that if he didn't take control he would lose you." I waited for a second or two and said, "I was right, wasn't I?" I squeezed the titty that I was holding in my hand.
She whimpered once and barely whispered, "Probably." She hesitated and said, "I want the powerful and confident man that I married." She said, "I think you might have given him back to me."
I said, "Well good, but why do you think that?"
She answered, "When he came home from your meeting, he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into the living room. He sat on the sofa, took me over his lap and spanked my bare bottom. He made it hurt too." That's what he would have done two years ago if he had caught me flirting with you."
I asked, "Well, why were you so happy and giddy about coming with me when I called you? Why the hell are you here with me?"
She answered, "There is more to the story." She continued, "After the spanking, he dropped me into the floor. I got to my feet and I was pissed more than a little bit. While I was still rubbing the sting out of my ass cheeks, he told me that you were going to call and ask me to go away for the weekend. He asked me if I wanted to go."
She went on, "I looked at him hard and right in the eye. I informed him that I did want to go with you. He told me to stay right where I was and he was gone for a few minutes. He walked back in and told me that he had decided that we would try the open arrangement that I had suggested. He handed me a card that he had written on. It said, "Hall Pass, Caroline Bixby may have one weekend with Luke Bowman for an extramarital sexual encounter."
She said, "He then told me to never fool around behind his back and he would honor me the same way." She continued, "I went crazy. I took him upstairs and tried to suck his brains out through his cock. When that didn't work, I tried to fuck him to death." She said, "Luke, it was the best sex we have had since before our baby was born."
After a minute she said, "By the time you called, I was already giddy and happy. I had offered to stay home with him but he encouraged me to have this weekend with you. He said that if we were going to do this, he couldn't think of anyone he had rather me be with." She paused and said, "I think he has come to like you, Luke. I am having trouble accepting that. I tried hard to make him jealous of you. I thought he would hate you."
I said, "I think maybe you tried too hard. You made yourself look like the predator rather than me. He told me that he was able to get over his anger with me when he came to understand that I hadn't pursued you. It was the other way around."
She giggled and whispered, "Guilty."
I asked, "What is Larry doing this weekend?"
She giggled. She said, "He asked me for a pass and then called Maryland White. She is the same woman from the club that he had gone out with before. He told me that he couldn't get an erection with her before. I know, that problem is a part of history. He said he had to repair his reputation at the club." She snuggled closer to me and said, "I hope he enjoys himself as much as I enjoy being here with you."
I had to ask, "What was the spanking all about?"
She replied, "He said that it was for punishing him too severely for his indiscretion. He told me that I should have let him off a lot sooner than I did. He was right, Luke. I was a mean and terrible person for a while there. He had hurt me but I hurt him much worse. I used our baby as a weapon. He also said that that would be the end of it. We weren't going to punish each other ever again. She paused and said, "Another truth is, he was re-establishing the dominance he once held over me." She giggled and whispered, "I wanted him to do that. I want him to be the way he was." She paused and said, "Despite what he said, he will spank me again if he thinks I deserve it. He knows that I know that. He has taken control of our relationship again."
I said, "You were right about one thing. He is a lot better man than I had given him credit for before. His mannerisms and forthrightness as well as his looks and the presence that he displays have all improved."
She said, "I have been treating him like a man for the last month. He started acting like one. He has been going to the gym again and I can already see the improvement in his muscle tone. He is beginning to bulk up some too." She ran one of her hands over my body. She was feeling of me. She said, "He was never as big as you but he had muscles like yours before. He just seemed to let himself go after our baby was born."
I wanted to say something about what he had said about her becoming a mother to the exclusion of everything else. I decided it wasn't my place to talk about that. She might feel that I was taking sides.
Finally, she said, "I think we have talked that out. Let's go back to having fun." She snuggled close for another minute and said, "It's time for me to cook."
I said, "I'll get a fire going in the fireplace and move our bed in there." The shadow of a small scud cloud moved over us and I heard the first gust of wind. The cold front had arrived. This same thing happened when we were at the carriage house. I wondered if it was more of her magic. She knows that I love a rainy night.
I moved firewood inside and filled the box on the hearth. I laid the fire and ignited it. I stripped our bed and moved the mattress to the honored place in front of the fireplace. Caroline was butchering the squirrels and breading the parts. I decided not to interrupt her. I made up our bed by myself.
I was finished before she was. I made myself a drink and went to the covered front porch. I sat in an old wooden rocker and watched the weather roll in. It came gently. First, a blustery wintery breeze with light gusts passed over us. The rain came suddenly. It wasn't raining and then it was. The temperature dropped twenty degrees in as many minutes. There was no thunder or lightning. The day ended and night began. I love a rainy night.
When it became too cool for me to be comfortable, I went back in. Caroline admonished me to make myself useful. She said, "Set the table and use real plates. I will wash them later."
I made myself another drink and nursed it while I did as she had asked. I set the table with the old chipped up china that Linda had brought here. We used stainless cutlery and glass tumblers for water. I put together a pitcher of ice water and opened a bottle of wine for Caroline. White wine with dark meat is not the thing in more sophisticated circles but it is what my girls seem to like.
Caroline put the food on the table. She had the squirrel of course. It had been breaded in a thick egg and flour batter that probably had some beer in it. She had a green salad and buttery mashed potatoes that hadn't been peeled. The skins were little bits and pieces mixed with the flesh of the potatoes. We had brown gravy, and biscuits. They were baked from dough that had come premade in a pressurized container that popped open when you struck them on the edge of a counter. That was a relatively new product that Linda had begun to use.
Caroline lit two long candles and placed them on the table. The holders were repurposed whiskey bottles. She turned off the electric lights and the heater. We had candlelight and firelight. My witch had returned. I knew that she was casting her spells on me. I could feel her magic working. The monster moved.
I hadn't eaten squirrel in years. This was delicious. It was spiced wonderfully. I detected just a trace of Louisiana hot sauce and some other things I didn't recognize. I commented on how good it was and Caroline said that she had just used what she had found in the cabinet. She called the meal her version of an East-Texas poor boy's supper. She said that she had grown up eating squirrel and cottontails. Everything was good. I ate like a pig.
Caroline's robe was hanging loosely. One of her beautiful boobs was in open display from where I sat. She caught me looking at it and drew the robe closely around her. Then she looked at me and smiled her sweet "girl-next-door" smile for me. She relaxed and let the robe hang as it had before. She giggled and said, "I don't need to hide from you, do I?" She had done it on purpose. It was more of her magic. The monster moved again.
When we finished, I helped her with the dishes. We made short work of it. My being in the same proximity with this wonderful woman acted as an aphrodisiac on me. We had the nicest quickie a little over two hours ago and I was being aroused by watching her wash dishes. After our first encounter at the carriage house, I had been starved for her for a month. I knew I wasn't going to get enough of her in this short weekend. I thought, "Make the most of it Luke. It might be a long time before you can have her again."
There was a radio on a shelf next to the kitchen sink. I switched it on. It was tuned to an easy listening station that played a mix of light classical and very light modern pop. As fate would have it, a piece that we could dance to was playing. I turned the volume down to a point where the music just seemed to be a part of the old cabin. It was quiet enough that it didn't drown the soft sound of the rain on the roof.
I led Caroline to the biggest open space in the room and we danced. Linda's Uncle Gus had been my mentor when I was young. I remembered his words, "A slow close dance is the best excuse to hold a beautiful woman in your arms so that you can stir the passion in her." He is a gruff old bastard. He said, "Learn to dance well, Luke. That skill alone will keep you knee deep in pussy for the rest of your life." I always chuckle when I think of him. He and I still hunt and fish together and he still gives me good advice.
We sat on the hearth and sipped our drinks as we talked. The evening progressed. Caroline was being "Sweet Caroline, the-girl-next-door." I was enjoying her company. She told me that she felt like we were cheating on Linda and Larry. She said, "They know we are together but they have no idea how much fun we are having." She giggled. She was getting a bit tipsy.
A new piece of music drifted in the air. It impressed Caroline. She stood and dropped her robe onto the floor. She giggled again and said, "Dance naked with me, Luke." I watched the firelight morph her into the beautiful witch that she was. I could feel her magic. I danced with her. I was tipsy too.
The monster grew. He became a very hard thing between us. I held her very close and pressed him into her belly.
She cooed and whispered to me. She said, "I want to be your wife now. Pretend that I am Linda, lay me on the bed and make love to me in front of the fire." She continued, "I know it's make believe but I need for you to help me with my fantasy. Make love to me."
We had done this once before. It was easy for me. I closed my eyes and Caroline became my green-eyed, blonde pixie that I love so much. It was more of her magic. I whispered words of love to her. I told her how much I had missed her. She cooed and tried to believe me.
I formed a plan. I was going to love her slowly for a long time. I would use every technique that Linda enjoys. I wanted Caroline to be lost in her fantasy. I wanted it to be so good for her that she would want to do it again. I remembered how much I enjoyed this the first time. I wanted to do it now and I knew that I would want to do it again.
I spent the next twenty minutes kissing and touching her anywhere that would cause her to move closer to the edge. I spent a lot of time with a nipple in my mouth and even more time tonguing and fingering her love button. I felt the mini orgasms flow through her body. They excited me. Her love sounds covered the music and the drumming of the rain. This woman's body became my whole world. She asked for a big one. I sucked her clit and slid a finger inside her. I helped her have it.
Her already wet pussy flooded my face with new juices. I loved it. I tried to crawl inside her. A few minutes later, she wanted another one. I gave her that one too.
Our lovemaking had started out as a pretense to enhance her fantasy. The emotion that welled up out of me was real. I moved up and lay on top of her. I opened my eyes and looked at her sweet face. I was surprised that she wasn't Linda. She had turned back into the dark-haired little girl-next-door. I made a conscious decision to allow myself to be in love with her for the next few hours. She could pretend she was Linda. I wanted to make love to Caroline.
She pulled my face to hers and kissed me. I let my cock find its way inside her. She helped. I felt her body relax as she opened herself to me in sweet surrender. I thrust into her gently. Her undulations mirrored mine. We shared our bodies with one another. We loved each other. I became lost in her.
Her baby orgasms continued. They were never more than a minute or two apart. I thought, "Women are so lucky that they can cum this way." I thought, "Mini orgasms are the reason women can enjoy sex even when they don't have the big one."
A half hour went by. We never changed positions. We fucked slowly in the missionary style. It was the loving thing to do. Neither of us needed to prove anything. We were holding hands and standing together at the edge of orgasm. We were in a euphoric state and trying to make it last forever.
Tendrils of our emotion had welled up out of both of us. They became entwined and they bound us together. I purposely fucked her a little deeper and a little harder. I pushed her over the edge. She had another big one. She didn't give me instructions or ask for anything. She uttered her moaning love sounds and just enjoyed the moment. I hoped that she had been lost in me.
I was learning to read her body language. She wanted to be on top. I helped her get there. She allowed me to lie there motionless while she fucked me. Her stroke was a gentle roll and pitch. She moved slowly. Her pussy sucked me.
She sat on me like a cowgirl part of the time and lay on my chest part of the time. She was always fucking me. I fought an internal battle to stay away from the edge. I let her have her way.
She spoke to me in an easy conversational tone as she sat upright and fucked me. She said, "I want us to cum together. I want to feel your cock throb inside me while it happens."
I looked up into her eyes. The firelight made her beautiful. She wasn't Linda anymore. She had changed into her other alter ego. She had become Athenais, the slut from the seventeenth century. The sexiest bitch on the planet was riding me as if I were a rocking horse. I love witchcraft. I raced to the edge and waited for her.
Like magic, there was a single flash of lightning and then immediately a powerful clap of thunder. The rain came in sheets. Athenais came all over me. Her body froze in place and quivered like the leaves of the aspen trees in Colorado.
I rolled her over onto her back and fucked her hard.
She whispered, "Make it hurt, Luke."
I erupted inside her. I emptied myself in several powerful jets. She had to have felt my throbbing cock. It was locked in the silky vice that was her sweet pussy. I pounded her into the mattress until we were both spent. I collapsed on top of her. There was no thunder or lightning. The rain was making gentle pitter-patter sounds.
She moaned and then whispered, "Extagony."
I rolled off her and she snuggled into my side. We lay there in the glow for a few minutes while we recovered.
At length, she asked, "Are you really planning on bringing me back to this special place?"
I chuckled and said, "Hell yes, Caroline. I want to bring you here and let you hunt a deer if you want." We cuddled for another fifteen minutes. She slipped out of my arms and out of our bed. She said, "I want to make myself sparkly for you." I hadn't wanted her to go but I gave her some private time and then followed her. I knew the drill.
We cleaned up quickly and went back to our bed. I tucked her in and rebuilt the fire. Before I crawled in with her, I set the screen between us and the fire. I didn't want to wake up with a hot coal nestled between us. We made ourselves warm and comfortable together. I spooned with her and we slept.
Morning came but we stayed in bed together late. We didn't have a lot of time. I had promised Linda that I would be home before dark and I had to take Caroline back to her car in Dallas before going home. That would entail three and a half to four hours driving time. That was the only thing wrong with using the cabin as a hide-a-way. I thought, "Maybe I can train Caroline to meet me here."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I whispered to her, "We have to get our shit together and start for home pretty soon." I didn't have any choice about getting up. My bladder was at maximum capacity.

Caroline beat me to the punch. She said, "I have to tinkle." She slipped out of my arms and was on her way.
I thought, "Ladies first." I walked out on the front porch and took a leak there. I went back in and put a double handful of pine kindling on the coals in the fireplace. I blew on it and the kindling burst into flame. I put a few heavy sticks of aged pecan wood on top of the flames.
Caroline came back and crawled into the warm bed. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I went back to bed and Caroline shared her warmth with me. She is so special.
I guess both of us just assumed we were going to have sex. We didn't play any fantasy games. She was Caroline and I was Luke. We just let it happen and enjoyed each other. It was so nice. I knew it was going to take a long time for me to get enough of this soft sweet girl from next door. Her alter egos are fun to play with too. I knew from the way she had treated Larry that she had a mean streak but she had been successful in hiding it from me.
We fucked until we barely had time to shower and get our stuff in the truck. I put the mattress back on the bed. Caroline fixed some ham and egg sandwiches for us to eat on the way. I left the housekeeper her standard tip. We left cleaning the place and shutting everything down to her. She knew my routine and she knew how to take care of the cabin. She would come by later this afternoon.
I beat Linda home by twenty minutes. When she arrived, I met her at the back door and kissed her. She let me hold her for a moment and then asked for a glass of wine. I poured one for her and grabbed a beer for myself. We went into the den and snuggled close to each other in my recliner.
She cuddled with me for a moment and then she said, "I danced with Larry."
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hello again, everyone,

Luke has asked me if I wanted to write another chapter and I told him I would enjoy doing it. I had fun playing with the first one.
I had mostly good feedback. Thank you. The most common complaint was my being too long-winded. I am a girl, and we talk a lot. When Luke edited this story, it too was far too long. We could not agree on what should be edited away, so we decided to submit it for publication as two chapters.
For those of you who labeled me a slut and a harlot. "Judge not, that ye be not judged," (Mathew 7:1) I have thought worse of myself in the past, but I have also long since been forgiven and I have forgiven myself.
Luke says that I have always honored my covenant with him. I think I have, at least in my deeds, but maybe not always in my thoughts. We did live under a different moral code than most of you, for a time.
Please forgive my use of strong language. It has become easier for me to use than it has been in the past. I will try not to go overboard with it.
Linda
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Hall Pass Ch. 50 - What Happens in Atlantic City
By: Linda
It was the Sunday after our February club date. It had been a wild weekend even for us. I had spent the weekend with Ed Fuller and Luke had taken Caroline Bixby to his hunting cabin for a couple of days. I was glad to be home with Luke. I was curled up close to him in his recliner. He was holding me and sipping from a cold bottle of beer while I drank a glass of wine. It makes me feel warm in the middle to be with him after we have been separated.
I knew that this was going to turn into a truth time, and I had something I wanted to tell him. I said, "I danced with Larry."
The Larry I was talking about was Larry Bixby, Caroline's husband. He had impressed me as being a wall-eyed jerk of the first magnitude the first time I met him. I had sworn to never speak to him again.
Luke replied, "Oh yeah. Tell me how that came about."
I said, "Ed had to work for a little while Friday night. He talked me into putting a dress on and going out into the club with him. I think he wanted to show me off. He is a little boy inside. He is very proud of nailing the Ice Queen. He wants other people to know. I was silly to think I could keep our relationship a secret around the club.
We danced together and drew quite a bit of attention. Everyone knew that we were spending time together. I was enjoying myself." I took a breath and continued, "Anyway, after our second dance, Ed had to leave me for a few minutes to take care of some problem or another. He acquired a glass of wine for me and sat me at the bar. Tommy was bartending and Ed told him to watch over me until he returned."
I continued, "A minute later, Larry was standing there. He captured my hand in his and spoke to me in a voice so soft that no one else could hear. He said, "Linda, I know you think of me as the biggest asshole in Texas. I deserve nothing less for the way I treated you the night we met." He paused and looked at me through eyes that would have made an ice burg melt. He said, "Please dance with me once. I can't stand the thought of you thinking of me that way. I am so sorry for the way I acted. I need enough time to beg you to forgive me."
Luke was quiet so I went on, "Caroline had explained to me about Larry's state of mind the night we met. She had told him that she was going to sleep with you. She was punishing him for cheating on her." I said, "Caroline had asked me to give him a second chance. She explained that he was a much better man than I believed him to be. Her best argument was that she had married him. I didn't think that she would be attracted to an absolute dip-shit." After another pause, I said, "You practically told me to give him another shot at being friends with me. I think you are beginning to like him."
Luke kissed my cheek and said, "So, you danced with him and he asked you to forgive him. Was he successful in his quest?"
I giggled and said, "Well, I will dance with him again if he asks. He did impress me in several ways just like you said he would."
Luke said, "For selfish reasons, I hope that you and he at least learn to tolerate each other. That would be better for Caroline and me. She is special, Linda. I want to have a long term relationship with her if I can."
I felt a small explosion of jealousy inside me. I couldn't help it. I could sense that Caroline and Luke were having too much fun together. The only long-term fuck-buddy that Luke ever had was Michelin Wilkinson. She lives six thousand miles away. Caroline is right down the road. Then I thought of Barbra Porter, but then she is not the same thing. Luke and I are both comfortable with her. I have never considered her to be a threat.
Luke said, "Caroline could be my friend like Ed is yours. I want her to be your friend too, like Ed is mine."
For some reason that made me feel better. I already thought of Caroline as my friend. I had for a long time. I spent a minute thinking about Larry. He had made me feel good in his arms. He had acted like an alpha. I wondered if my first impression of him was unfair. I should have felt some empathy for him. I remembered how hurt Luke was when I told him I wanted to sleep with someone else. I wondered if Larry and I could be close.
I said, "I'm hungry. What would you like for supper?"
We had sandwiches at the kitchen island. Luke and I agreed that we were glad that February was over. We had been far too active, but the perfect storm was over. We promised not to get into that kind of situation again. We planned to take March off except for our regular club date and we planned for that to be private. We would dance and visit with friends but we promised each other that we would sleep together that night.
Luke walked me through our shower and then took me to bed. I slept in his arms like a baby.
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Luke walked in from work on the next Thursday evening and I was waiting for him with a drink. I was feeling naughty inside and I was hoping that if I was subtle and properly risqué in my approach, I might entice him into a little hanky-panky before dinner. I was wet and tingly. I always like to try to make him think that this kind of thing is his idea.
The truth is I was horny. I was at the grocery store earlier and the cutest young man had blatantly flirted with me while we were in line to check out. Of course, I smiled, looked at the floor and blushed for him. I can blush at will. I was just having fun. Sometimes I find myself being a bit of a tease.
As I was leaving the store, he approached me in the parking lot. I had two large bags that I was trying to manage and he offered to carry them to my car for me. Of course, I let him. I wanted to have a more close-up and personal interaction with him while no one was near us. His smile and his twinkling grey eyes got to me. He had to be ten years younger than me. That alone will turn a girl's head. He might have been putting off some powerful pheromones too. He smelled fresh and clean but my first whiff of him set off a reaction in me.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I felt new moisture forming inside me. My pussy tingled. I tried to hide my reaction but I knew he could see the effect he was having on me.
He was what I call a young Alpha. I'm sure that he had this effect on many women. He had to know of his power. He was utilizing it so well.
He skillfully propositioned me without being the least bit crude. He made me feel flattered when he whispered to me about what he wanted to share with me. I got dizzy. Under the right circumstances, I would have fucked him right there in the parking lot, but I did manage to maintain control. I successfully fended him off, but barely.
I thought about fucking Luke. Actually, I thought about Luke fucking me. I told the young man that I was married. He backed down right away, but only a notch or two. He hadn't completely given up. I gave him my prettiest smile. I also told him that his was the best offer that I had received all day, and I was flattered that he took an interest in me. I took his forearm in my hand, and I held it while I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
I sat down in my car and closed the door. I smiled again at him while I cranked it up and got it moving. I made sure that he was clear, and I drove slowly away.
I wasn't wearing a bra. I rarely do except at work. I had been aroused, and my nipples were very hard. They rubbed against my blouse. I let my fingers touch the fleshy little button in the top of my still tingling pussy. It would have been so easy to make myself cum as I drove. I didn't let it happen. I decided to save it for Luke. I used a wad of tissues to absorb some of the juices leaking out of me.
I cleaned myself properly when I got home. I had settled down some by then. Now, all I had to do was attract Luke's attention.
That turned out to be no problem at all. Luke always kisses me when he comes home. He took me in his arms and I kissed him a little too fervently maybe. I let my body mold itself to his, and I rubbed my pussy against his leg. I got his attention.
He said, "My, my, Tinker Bell. Aren't you the horny little vixen today? I love it when I come home and find you this way. He kissed me again and then asked, "What turned you on?"
I hadn't planned to tell him about the young man at the store, but when he asks, I always tell him the truth. I answered, "A younger man flirted with me at the grocery store earlier. I guess it did turn me on a little."
Luke chuckled and took my hand. He said, "Come upstairs with me, Little One. I think I'm in the mood to scratch that itch for you."
We wound up racing up the stairs shedding clothes as we went. I got naked first, and then I helped Luke out of his clothes. In the end, I wound up on my knees in front of him. His already hard cock was bobbing in the air in front of my face. With no direction from me, my tongue snaked out and flicked the underside of the tip. I captured it in my hands and sucked the head into my mouth. I had to taste it.
Luke held my head in place and began to fuck my mouth slowly. He enjoys me this way but usually just as foreplay. When he reaches completion, he will want to plant his seed deep in my belly. I like it when it happens that way. His sumptuous cock makes me feel so full. I want to feel it throb as he empties himself somewhere behind my belly button. I will cum for him, probably more than once.
The cute young man at the Grocery store truly was a young alpha. He was fresh and magnetic. He did turn me on, but he was a mere boy compared to Luke. This powerful man owns me.
I felt the first wave of pleasure as my first baby orgasm rippled through my body. Luke hadn't even touched my pussy yet. We have been married for over twenty years. I have had him inside me at least a thousand times. He still affects me this way. He can make me have little orgasms from across the room just with his special look. He is my soul mate. God, I love this man.
He loves me too. The sex that we share is a big thing. We have developed our physical lovemaking into an art over the years. Still, it is a minor thing when compared to the involvement of our souls. The emotion and pure raw love that we share is the true essence of our relationship. It is a powerful thing that protects us. Nothing or no one could ever come between us. If I were to lose Luke, I would want to die.
Luke pulled his cock away from my face. I had given it up reluctantly at his insistence. He picked me up bodily and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and shared his sweet kiss while he carried me to our bed.
Luke is twice my size. I weigh one hundred, ten pounds when I'm fat. Luke weighs two, twenty, and he is a foot taller than I am. He calls me his pixie. He nicknamed me, Tinker Bell, a long time ago. He can manhandle my small body with seemingly little effort. I love it. He is so powerful and his body is beautiful too. He has large well-toned flowing muscles. I feel so safe and loved when he holds me.
I was very wet and very ready. I wanted his cock inside me. I whispered to him, "We can skip the foreplay." We do skip the foreplay on occasion. I could tell by the way that he laid me down that it wasn't going to be that way today.
Luke enjoys our foreplay. He was about to make me cum with his tongue. That's okay. I like that. He lay close to me and kneaded my breast while he kissed me. He let his hands explore my body. He knew where all of my sensitive spots were. He visited every one of them with his fingers and then his tongue. He licked and sucked my nipples as if he was hungry for breast milk. He explored my belly button with his tongue as he caressed my clit and then slipped a finger inside me. He pulled some of my wetness out with his finger and massaged my love button with it. I was so excited. I was very near orgasm. I was having little ones but a big one was bubbling inside me. I wanted to wait until Luke sucked my clit into his mouth. I knew that was about to happen and then it did. My body squirmed trying to be closer to him.
One of his long thick fingers penetrated me. It went straight to my G-spot and moved to tickle me there. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and held it between his teeth while he tortured it with his tongue. I placed my hands on the back of his head and pulled him deeper into my sloppy cunt. I fucked his face with a rocking motion of my hips. My excitement grew. My movements became involuntary as I lost control. My ass came off the bed as I bucked hard under him. I tried not to hurt him. I had bloodied his nose this way once.
A picture of the young man at the grocery store flashed through my mind. He had told me that he wanted to eat my pussy, among other things. I closed my eyes so hard that my full field of vision became a mass of twinkling stars. I clamped Luke's head in place with my thighs. He couldn't escape if he wanted to. I knew he didn't want to. I wished that he could crawl inside me. I came violently.
My first contractions were powerful. My pussy felt almost empty, but he did have a finger inside me. I wanted his cock. I needed it. My orgasm was good anyway. My whole body convulsed. I fucked his face and gave myself to the sweet ecstasy he had generated in me. My body froze in place and vibrated as the depth of my orgasm enveloped me.
I reached the peak of climax and began to come down. My body shuddered in contentment and my beautiful husband shoved me over the hump and back into a second orgasm. It sounded far away, but I heard myself scream this time. I held Luke and fucked him until I froze. This second orgasm was a surprise. It was better than the first. My mind focused on what he was doing to me. I begged him not to stop.
My mind drifted in a euphoric haze as I recovered. I realized that Luke couldn't breathe. I released him from my grip and let my legs fall away. He breathed deeply and recovered quickly. He moved on top of me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like strawberry flavored pussy juice. His face was wet with it. I kissed him and helped his cock find its way to my entrance. He pushed inside and began his irresistible invasion of my body.
His thrust was slow but not to be denied. I couldn't have stopped him if I had wanted to. I can't imagine wanting to. I needed this thing of his flesh to fill me. I let myself relax and I opened myself to him. He told me once that he always feels my body surrender to him. That's what just happened. I submitted to him completely. I needed him to fuck me. I wanted him to take me any way he wished. I begged him to fuck me hard. I wanted him to hurt me.
I wanted to help him cum. He was so deep in me. I felt so full. I consciously flexed my Kegel muscles, and I tried to make my hungry cunt suck him in deeper.
He rose up off me and supported his weight on his arms. He said, "Look."
I looked down between our bodies. I watched as he slowly thrust in and out of me. He would withdraw and I could watch his cock appear from within my slick pussy. It glistened with my juices. It was hard and engorged with blood. Heavy veins showed prominently just beneath the skin. It was such an erotic sight. He pushed it back inside me and then withdrew again several times while I watched. It did something to me. I wanted it. I wrapped him in my legs and pulled him inside me. I wouldn't let him withdraw. His strokes became shorter and deeper. He instinctively fucked me harder. I felt him move closer to orgasm. He became even bigger and harder.
I moaned in his ear, "M-m-m-m, my God ye-e-s-s-s, Luke. Fuck me, cum with me. I'm almost there."
I felt his cock swell even more as his first spasm happened. He paused at the point of his deepest penetration long enough for his powerful stream of cum to splash inside of me. I could see it happen in my mind's eye. I wanted it to happen again. It did. His luscious cock throbbed inside me. This is what I had wanted. I whispered, "Oh, Luke."
I lost myself without warning. I don't think I screamed this time. I couldn't spare the energy. My pussy contracted on its own and squeezed him. My whole body uncontrollably bucked and thrashed frantically under him. He forcefully took control of me and held me in place. I gave myself to him and he used me. He emptied himself. It was wonderful, but it was over far too soon.
I must have passed out. I had done that before, and it scared me. It had frightened me a lot the first time it happened, but not so much this time. It had happened several times now. I knew I was all right. I was never out for more than a few seconds. I hid it from Luke because I knew it would scare the shit out of him.
When I became aware again, I found myself in a different world. Luke had gathered me into the position that we call our spoon. We were both lying on our left side. I was in front almost in a fetal position with Luke's larger body wrapped around me. He was holding me in his strong arms.
We were both still breathing hard trying to replenish the oxygen in our bodies. We were still shedding excess heat into the cool air of the room. I hadn't been away long, certainly not more than a few seconds.
We calmed down and cooled off. Luke drew the covers over us, and I wiggled my butt as I snuggled closer to him. He chuckled and kissed the back of my neck. I wrapped myself in the familiar feelings of warmth and security that I feel when this powerful man holds me this way.
Luke began to breathe evenly, and then his breath became shallow and rhythmic. In another few minutes, he was asleep. He was sound asleep. I hoped that he would dream of me.
I decided that this was good. I wanted a few minutes to be alone with my own thoughts. Maybe after that, I would nap with Luke. It was still early. I could fix a quick supper for us later this evening.
I thought about how my life was going. Luke and I had married young. We were monogamous for over twenty years. I had found myself looking at other men and wondering. Then I realized that Luke was looking across the fence too. A few years ago, we wound up opening our marriage by inviting a young woman to our bed. She had been a friend of Luke's before and we found out that she was bisexual and wanted to sleep with both of us. It was a way for us to step outside our marriage together.
I had no homosexual experience, but I had always been curious. The three of us enjoyed our ménage a trios and we repeated it. I don't think of myself as bisexual, but I can enjoy being with another woman under the right circumstances. I have experimented with a few others since then. She has become a good friend, and I think of her as our shared fuck-buddy. Sometimes she and I gang up on Luke and fuck him into oblivion. Then we share some juicy one on one girl time with each other. It's a very pleasant way to spend an evening.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sometime later, we were invited to go dancing at a nightclub that was a known place for swingers to meet and greet. We met a couple there that impressed us. They had more experience than we had and finally offered to help us get our feet wet in the swinger's scene. A short time later, we swapped with them. That was the first time that I had vaginal sex with any man other than Luke. I enjoyed him very much, but Luke and I both had some serious after thoughts and misgivings.

The other woman in our first foursome helped Luke through the experience. She was a tall well-built American Indian girl with hair that had the color and iridescence of a raven's wing. Luke said that she was the opposite of me. He called her, his Amazon.
We were hooked. Things have progressed since then. Luke had feared that this would destroy our marriage. It didn't. It brought us closer together if anything.
Luke and I developed our hall pass system with the help of a friend who is a retired psychiatrist. She helped us through the mental anguish that we caused each other. Extramarital sex has become easier for us. It enhances our own love life. She told me that Luke and I were a matched pair. We were both highly oversexed. I looked up the word, nymphomaniac, once. The dictionary talked about me. My shrink friend said there was no such thing as a nymphomaniac. She doesn't know everything.
The beautiful quickie that I just shared with Luke would have been less special had I not been propositioned earlier in the day. That sweet offer excited me and probably Luke too when I told him about it. Luke and I think of outside sex more or less as a hobby now. Luke says that it's more fun than playing tennis.
This brings me back to the young Alpha that I met today. I wanted to think about him some more. He was an impressive young man and I enjoyed the effect he had on me. The sweet glow I had inside me right then was mainly from Luke, but that beautiful young man owned part of it too. I had thought of him for just a second while I was fucking Luke. I think Luke would give me a pass to be with him if I asked for it, except for one thing. He is too close to home.
We have agreed not to play with anyone that lives closer than a hundred miles away. So far, we have kept our swinging activities secret from the local people. We have relatives, straight friends, and Luke's employees to consider.
I don't know where my young alpha lives, but the store is only twenty miles from here. I didn't know him but the chances are that he knows someone that knows me and vice versa. Security is paramount. I conceded to myself that he was off limits to me. I knew that I would flirt with him if I saw him again. I giggled to myself, but then I put him out of my mind.
I snuggled closer to Luke and wiggled my butt. Even in his sleep, he drew me a little closer and held me a little tighter. I was very satisfied, comfortable, and feeling the afterglow inside. I needed to clean up, but I couldn't get out of bed without waking Luke. I thought, "Fuck it, I can clean up later." I allowed myself to sleep with Luke's little wrigglers swimming happily in my belly. Mother Nature would be pleased with us.
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I slept for a couple of hours. It was dark out when I awoke. There was no light leaking around our dbangs. I wiggled my butt and Luke answered by squeezing my boob that he was holding. I cooed for him and stretched my body as much as I could without making him let go of me.
He said, "I have been lying here enjoying myself and holding you. I hope you don't have to get up right away."
I replied, "I have to tinkle."
He said, "Give me one more little minute."
I wiggled in his arms to let him know that I could do that. I made a mewing sound and cuddled with him for another four or five minutes.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I sat on the throne and tinkled. I got a whiff of my cunt. I smelled like a day old open can of tuna fish. I was glad that Luke hadn't been near that thing since I woke up. I douched thoroughly. Luke likes me to be sparkly and taste like strawberries.
My gynecologist says that I am one of the lucky ones. I can douche as often as I like because my body produces generous amounts of lubricant to replace what I wash out. I know that I will be slippery inside in a just little while and with any stimulation at all, I will become very wet. Luke calls me his little squirter.
I brushed my teeth and got into the shower. Luke usually joins me when he hears the water running. We shower together almost every day when we are in the house alone. He showed up right on schedule. He held me and kissed me under the water spray for a moment. He says he likes to hold me when I'm all wet and slippery with soap. I giggled inside. He likes to fuck me when I am like that too. That didn't happen this time.
We washed and dried each other, dressed in robes and slippers, and went to the kitchen. I made sandwiches from fried ham and cheese. I offered Luke a bowl of soup, but he opted for a few potato chips instead.
After supper, he made himself a drink and poured a glass of my white wine for me while I cleaned the dishes. The temperature outside was nice. We snuggled together in a lounger by the pool and enjoyed the night together. The sky was high and dark. It was full of stars, but there was no moon at all. Luke pointed out the running lights of an airliner that was cruising very high up. We watched it until it lost itself in the distance. We never heard a sound from it.
Luke said, "I'm going to Atlantic City for three days next week. It's a business trip, but I would like for you to go with me if you want to."
I asked about the trip. He said, "There is a convention for machine shop and foundry owners and suppliers. I want to see what I can find out about a new metal alloy that has been touted up to me. It could improve our sand casting operation. I can do everything I need to do in one morning, and we can use the other two days as playtime for you and me. We can stay an extra day or two if we are having fun." He continued, "We will be staying at a hotel that has a casino on the first level."
I giggled for him and said, "Sure, I want to go. Count me in. We have never been there." I paused and asked, "What days do I need to have off work?"
He said, "I had planned on flying up on Sunday the week after next. You should take the whole week off, in case we decide to stay an extra couple of days."
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We did all that. We arrived at the Resorts Casino Hotel late in the afternoon on the appointed day. I was all excited. I was expecting a lot of bells ringing and cymbals clashing in a high-speed hustle and bustle. The place was a little more laid back than that. I was excited anyway.
We were far from home and in a high dollar hotel. I expected to have some really good sex with Luke that night. It was much better than I expected, but I'm going to skip over that part of the story. I want to get to the good stuff.
The next morning, Luke went to the presentation that he had come for. I begged off saying that I wanted to sleep late. He kissed me good-bye told me he would be back a bit after noon. I did sleep late, but I got up and showered about nine. I called room service and ordered breakfast.
A bellhop arrived about twenty minutes later with my ham and eggs. He was a cutie, and I naturally flirted with him enough to draw his attention. I asked him if he knew of a swinger's club in the city. He told me there were two he could recommend. One was an on-premises club and the other was evidently similar to our club at home. He said that we could get into the offsite club by paying a cover charge at the door. The other club was by invitation only.
I asked if he could get me an invitation for a couple and for tonight. He said he could but it would cost him a hundred dollars. I instructed him to get the invitation, and I would pay a hundred and fifty for it. He told me it would take two or three hours, but he would be back. I kissed his cheek and said, "Thanks. You are a sweetheart." He left the room.
I had a couple hours to kill before Luke returned so I decided to walk around downstairs and explore on my own for an hour or so. I slipped into a nice little blue cocktail dress over nothing, and I wore a pair of white three-inch stiletto heels that screamed, "Catch me if you can." I had worn the whole outfit before but no one here had ever seen it. My hair was in my signature ponytail, which was okay in the middle of the day. I look younger when I wear my hair this way. I wore my wedding rings and the gold and silver pendant that Luke had given me. I let it go at that. I checked my look in the mirror. I thought, "Damn, you are looking fine, Girl."
When I stepped onto the elevator, a most attractive older gentleman occupied it. He was dressed casually in comfortable looking slacks and a button-up short-sleeved sports shirt. His slip-on loafers were Italian. I would bet he had a thousand dollars on his feet alone. I noticed he wasn't wearing socks. He was wearing a simple gold wedding band on his left hand ring finger and a nice but not gaudy nugget ring on the other hand. I understand that is the sign of a gambler.
When he spoke, he simply said, "Good morning." I looked up at him. I guessed him to be in his early fifties. His hair was very dark but not glossy black. That touch of grey at the temples, which I find so sexy in older men, was there. I was sure his steel blue eyes could pierce the thin polished cotton dress I was wearing. I almost felt naked before him. His eyes were fixed on mine. He had too much class to let me catch him appraising my body. I was sure that he had done that at a glance before I was in the elevator car with him.
I smiled and returned his greeting.
He said, "You are not a New Jersey girl. You must be from the south. Talk to me, and I'll tell you which state."
I thought, "Sophistication shows, even in an attempted pick-up." I liked this man already. I had decided to let him pick me up for an hour's worth of conversation if he pursued me. I said, "I'm not from Florida, Sir."
He laughed lightly and said, "You, my girl, are from Texas. I would bet somewhere north of Dallas."
I was astounded. He could see it in my face. He said, "Your tan might have made me guess Florida if you hadn't chosen to speak. It had lasted all the way through winter. You must be able to spend some time in the sun even in the cold months. Your North Texas accent is obvious." He paused and said, "My name is Gerald. I wish you would call me Jerry." He stuck out his hand for me to shake.
I smiled again and took it. He brought his left hand up and held my hand in both of his. He looked in my eyes and said, "The rings on your left hand say that you have a husband hanging around somewhere. Why in the world is he letting a woman as beautiful as you wander around this place alone?"
I had to giggle at his straightforward approach. I guess he thought he didn't have much time. The elevator ride was almost over. He had already been successful. I thought, "Now he needs to ask me to walk with him."
The elevator stopped a few floors short of my destination. He held my hand until the doors began to open. He herded me to the back of the car and stood beside me as if we were together. A man and a woman nodded to us and stepped aboard. Our ride continued.
As we exited on the first floor Jerry said, "Walk with me a moment. We haven't finished our conversation."
I smiled and said, "Okay."
He asked me again about my husband. I replied, "We came here for a convention. He had a function to attend this morning so I have some time to myself. I decided to explore a bit." I paused, and then I said, "I noticed your ring too. Where is your Lady?"
He answered, "I lost her in a car crash a little over three years ago. I still wear her ring."
I strong feeling of empathy washed over me. My eyes became teary. I said, "I am so sorry."
He smiled and shrugged it off. He said, "If you are just exploring, allow me to show you around. I come here twice a year. I have a gambling addiction. I know my way around the place." He didn't give me a chance to say, no. He just took my hand and led me away.
I giggled to myself and went with him. He explained everything to me as we came to it. We pulled a few slot machines. He absorbed the losses and put the winnings in my handbag. At the blackjack table, he placed a black chip on the table, and he played one hand to demonstrate how the game worked. I allowed him to believe I had never been in a casino before. He lost.
We walked up to a dice table and watched until the dice came to him. He again used a black chip and rolled the dice. He hit a seven and won. He was paid and said, "Let it ride." He set ten as a point and hit it on his third roll. They paid him again. He removed all the chips from the table but one black one. He put the winnings in my purse. He rolled again and set six as a point. On his second roll, he hit a seven. He accepted the loss and we walked away.
He asked me if I would like a drink. I said, a Coke would be nice. He steered me into a small dance club off the main corridor. We sat at the bar and he ordered for us. I took a few sips and drank about half my Coke. He asked me to dance.
I went willingly into his arms. We danced. He danced very well and was very proper. He did get an erection and I felt it through my thin dress twice. I pretended I hadn't noticed it. He knew better.
He whispered, "I'm a widower, not a monk." He paused and said, "I see it is time for you to go. If you can have your husband bring you here between nine and ten this evening, I will ask him to allow me to dance with you. We can pretend we haven't met."
I said, "It can't happen tonight. We have plans. Can you be here tomorrow night?" He smiled and said, "I can and I will be here between nine and ten."
He danced me into a dark corner and kissed me. He had sensed that I had wanted it to happen. It was a sweet and respectful kiss. I opened for him and let his tongue dance with mine. The dance ended. He walked me to the elevators. They were almost next door to the dance club. It would be easy for me to find my way back to this place.
I squeezed his hand and said, "I can make it from here."
He said, "I had better take you all the way up. Who knows, I might find another kiss along the way."
We stepped onto the elevator together, and we were alone when the doors closed. I let him kiss me. I laid one of his hands on my breast and helped him squeeze gently. I wanted him to know how much he had impressed me. I'm sure he already knew.
I got off on my floor and he continued to go up.
I went into our room. It was eleven-thirty. Luke would be here in forty-five minutes or so. I wiped my shoes with a tissue and put them back in their bag. I took my dress off, brushed it down and hung it in the closet. I couldn't wear it again, but I had plenty of clothes. I stepped into the bathroom and did my thing. I pottied, brushed my teeth, and got into the shower. I didn't want Luke to smell cigarette smoke on me from the casino. I didn't want him to smell Jerry either.
I hadn't decided whether I would tell Luke about Jerry or not. I rarely tell Luke about the men that hit on me if I don't intend to take them up on their offers. If nothing is going to happen, then I don't need a pass. It's just easier not to bring it up unless he asks, of course. I decided I wouldn't tell Luke until another time and only then if I needed to. There is a chance that Luke and I can be there for me to meet Jerry tomorrow night. I do intend to try. I felt like I was conspiring with Jerry to fuck around behind Luke's back. I knew that Jerry believed that was happening. It wasn't. That will never happen.
I was in the shower just letting the water run over me. My pussy was tingling. It had been tingling since before Jerry kissed me the first time. I touched my clit. I am such a horny bitch sometimes. I find myself masturbating to completion quite often when I am alone. I allowed myself to have a little one, but then I stopped. I thought, "Save it for Luke."
I was sitting wrapped in a robe at the vanity when I heard Luke putting his key into the door's lock. I was using my blow drier. He kissed my forehead, took the machine out of my hand and finished drying my hair for me. I let him do it. I liked to feel pampered.
There was a Light rap on the door. Luke answered it. It was the young bellboy. He looked at Luke and said, "I have a delivery for Mrs. Bowman, Sir."
I turned in my chair and said, "I ordered it, Luke. You owe him a hundred-fifty dollars and a tip."
Luke handed him two one hundred dollar bills, and said, "Thank you, Son. Keep the change. Luke brought the envelope to me, but I told him to open it.
He chuckled when he saw what it was. He said, "It appears that my young and vibrant wife wants to inject some adventure into this adventure." He paused and said, "We got in trouble the last time we went to an on-premises house."
I giggled and said, "We will survive." I took the card and read it. I said, "This is an invitation, but it is for tonight only."
Luke answered, "We can walk and explore. I think an hour or so on a blackjack table would be fun. We can have dinner and then go check your club out."
Luke made a half-hearted attempt to take me to bed. I know he thought that I would want to save it so we would be horny later at the club. The arousal that Jerry had caused in me hadn't completely subsided. The oversexed bitch that I am, wanted a cock inside her. I let Luke talk me into it.
It was a beautiful happening. I got lost in Luke. I didn't think about Jerry or the swinger club or anything else. I became absorbed in Luke's sweet kisses and the actions of his splendid cock as I felt it move inside me. This was no quickie. We made it last for over an hour and I had two very nice orgasms. The second one was the best. Luke shared it with me, that time. His throbbing cock made me happy one more time.
We lay together and regained our breath. Luke asked, "What had you turned on this time, Little One?"
Jerry flashed into my mind. I wasn't ready to tell Luke about him yet. I said, "I'm in Atlantic City, in a swank hotel with the man I love so much. Don't you think I should be excited?" I giggled for him, but I felt guilty as if I had lied to him. I thought, "It doesn't matter. I'm not going to fuck Jerry." Then I had a second thought, "Be true to yourself, Linda. You want to fuck Jerry. You are trying to think of a way to make it happen."
I rolled over close to Luke and asked him to hold me. Luke held me, and he napped for about an hour. I drifted in and out of dreamland. I did sleep some, but it was a troubled sleep. I felt Jerry's hard cock brush against my belly while we danced. In my dream, it was glowing hot, and it burned me. I could taste his kisses. I wanted the taste of his cum in my mouth. I could feel his hot cock burning inside my cunt. I wanted him.
By the time that Luke and I had to get up, I had figured out a way. I thought, "Bucket list." All I had to do was get a pass from Luke. I thought, "You can do that." I wasn't very confident, but I resolved to give it my best effort.
We dressed and Luke took me downstairs about six. We had the nicest crab-leg dinner. I was so good that I almost overate. I hate myself when I do that. It makes me feel bloated, and I become lethargic. I had to force myself to stop, but I did, and I avoided the misery that comes with gluttony. I would get very fat very quickly if I just let myself go.
I said, "Luke, we passed a little dance club right after we got off the elevator. Take me there and buy me a glass of wine and dance with me before we go to the swinger's house."
He said, "I'm more than happy to do that." We went into the little place, and Luke ordered drinks for us. I sipped my wine and flirted with my husband. I became blatant about it. Other people noticed and Luke was embarrassed. He took me to the dance floor. He laughed and said, "Everyone thinks you are a ten dollar hooker trying to reel in a john." I giggled and snuggled close to him. We enjoyed our dance.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We had a second dance and then sat to finish our drinks. I pointed out two pretty, young women sitting at the bar. I asked, "Are those girls hookers?"

Luke chuckled and said, "Probably"
I giggled and said, "They are cute." Then I whispered, "Do you want me to buy one of them for you?" He laughed.
He replied, "No, Baby. I'm sitting with the prettiest girl here, and I fuck her any time I want."
I got right in his ear and whispered, "Yes you do. Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
We left our empty glasses on the table. Luke took me by the wrist and led me back to the dance floor. As soon as he gathered me into his arms, he kissed me. It was sweet and soulful. He whispered, "I love you too, Tinker Bell."
We left and walked out the front door of the hotel. Luke helped me into the taxi that was next in line. He gave the cabby the address for the swinger club and away we went. It was after eight but the sky was still light. I asked, "Do you think we might be going too early." I realized that the light was artificial. We were in a sea of neon and street lights.
Luke said, "Maybe, but I really don't expect much of this place. These on site clubs are never what they should be. If it is a bust, we can still go to a show or do something else.
We arrived at our destination and gained admission without mishap. The place impressed me as being more than a bit sleazy. The ambiance was dark and foreboding. Luke and I had dressed up but just a bit. We were overdressed. The first thing I noticed was a short, fat, bald man. He must have been in his sixties. He was sitting at the bar with his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. His fat and flabby muscles were on display. He was openly leering at me. I took no offense. He was leering at every woman that walked by.
Luke looked around the room. He said, "I definitely brought the prettiest girl to this party." I giggled and kissed his cheek. I didn't want to turn loose of his arm. The men in the room looked as if they would have drawn and quartered me had Luke not been there. I couldn't imagine how they would have divided me up.
I said, "I don't think I like this place."
Luke said, "Well, we are here. Let's have a drink and explore. Maybe it will get better."
We walked to the bar and Luke acquired a glass of wine for me and his double Crown Royal. There were two pretty girls sitting at the bar. They smiled, squirmed in their seats, and batted their fake eyelashes at Luke. Luke barely shook his head. They lost interest in him and went back to bullshitting with each other.
I asked, "More hookers?"
Luke answered, "Yep. They look like the best prospects in here."
I giggled and offered to buy one for him. I said, "Honestly, it's only ten dollars." He laughed. I asked, "What do they really charge?"
He said, "I would guess the asking price would be around five hundred bucks."
I said, "Remember when Ed Fuller told me I could get rich hanging around his place in Las Vegas?"
Luke chuckled again and said, "Hookers earn their money. How would you like to fuck the little, bald, fat man sitting behind me?" Then he whispered, "Now, think about fucking ten or twelve like him in a night. You could make five or six grand."
I giggled and said, "I would do that for you if you needed the money." He swatted me on the butt and I yelped aloud. He took me on a tour of the place. We didn't run across anything risqué until we climbed the stairs to the second floor.
The first thing that grabbed my attention was a tall, skinny boy with long hair. He was dressed as if maybe he was the drummer in a really raunchy rock band. An equally skinny little black girl was sucking his cock big time. While we watched, he pulled his dick out of her face and whacked off. He shot his cum in her face and hair. She stood and they kissed. He took a paper napkin from a table and wiped his cum off her as best he could. He put his arm around her and they walked down the stairs together.
Luke said, "I like our club better."
I giggled and said, "I want another drink."
We walked by a place called, "The Orgy Room." We stopped for just a moment to watch. There were eight people in there, three women and five men. It took me about five seconds to know that I didn't want to be involved.
The next room was labeled, "Threesomes." It was more interesting. There were two men on a woman. They were in an act of double penetration. One man was on his back with his cock buried in her cunt. The other guy was butt fucking her slowly. The thing that impressed me was the depth of his penetration. My pussy tingled. Luke and Bobby Wilkinson had fucked me that way once. I loved it. This woman appeared to love it too. My pants would have become wet if I had been wearing any. I hid my reaction from Luke. He is not into anal play.
There were some other rooms, but they were all labeled, "Private."
Luke led me down the stairs. My eyes had adjusted to the low light condition. The place looked less foreboding than it had before. The bottom level just looked like any other lounge. People sat, drank, and talked. Luke and I were drawing a lot of attention. I knew that we looked out of place.
When we walked by the bar, Luke asked, "Do you really want another drink?"
I said, "Yeah. Let's sit and watch for a few minutes. Luke acquired drinks and we walked together into what we would call the quiet room in our club. As we stood looking for a place to sit, a nice looking couple approached us. They were about our age. They seemed confident and friendly. The woman giggled and took Luke's hand.
She said, "You two beautiful people seem new to the place. Come sit and talk with us for a few minutes."
We let them lead us to a table situated inside a shadow at the edge of darkness. Almost immediately, the male member of the duo asked me to dance. I looked at Luke and his eyes told me that it was my decision. The dance floor was only ten or so steps away and I knew that I wouldn't be out of Luke's sight, so I consented.
On the dance floor, he became brash and lost what charisma he had displayed before. He was far too forward with me, far too soon. I listened to his proposition and absorbed his pawing of me through the first dance. I declined a second one. I asked him to take me back to the table.
Luke rose from his seat as we approached. He stood until I was seated and sat next to me. Without preamble and loud enough for all of us to hear, he said, "Sweetheart, I assume you were propositioned, as I was. What do you think?" I answered, "Oh Luke, It was the best offer since we got here, but we can't accept. You know we have a prior commitment." We finished our drinks, apologized, and took our leave.
We went back to the hotel. It was still early when we got there.
I steered Luke back to the little dance room that we had visited earlier. I had another glass of wine and danced with Luke again. He is so good to me when we dance. It seems that he can read my mind. He can be the perfect gentleman, a little risqué, or downright lewd depending on my mood.
I love him. He was being a little risqué. (I love that word.) We sat to have our drinks and I asked Luke if we could play blackjack for a while. We finished our drinks and had one more dance. We both were lewd this time. I rubbed my pussy on him until I tingled all over. He laughed sweetly and kissed me again before he took me to a blackjack table.
Jerry hadn't been in the dance club. I had looked for him.
We gambled until almost midnight. I ran out of money quickly. I'm not a gambler and I make it a rule not to lose more than a hundred whatever I'm doing. Luke was making fifty-dollar bets and he won three hundred dollars. I drew Luke into another conversation about hookers. At length, He asked me, "Why are you fixating on hookers tonight."
I hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I've been watching them. I want to be one." After another pause, I said, "Don't you remember? It's on my bucket list. I want to sell myself to one man for a lot of money once. I want to be a hooker for one night."
He said, "I do remember, but it's not a good idea, Baby. What if the guy you chose was Jack the Ripper or maybe a cop. You could wind up dead, in jail, or somewhere in between."
I said, "Well if you aren't going to let me sell any pussy, I might as well give some away. I think it's time for you to take me to our room."
Luke took my hand and started for the elevator lobby. He said, "I thought you were going to keep me down here all night."
When we got to the room, I tried to fuck my sweet husband to death. We both enjoyed every second of our encounter, but that's not the story I want to tell.
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The next evening promptly at nine, Luke and I walked into the little dance club and claimed a table. Luke thought it had been his idea to bring me here. He ordered drinks and I had half a glass of wine before we danced. I do love dancing with Luke. The way we move together is magical.
Jerry was in the club when we got there. I caught his eye and smiled at him as we came in. He flirted back with me, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He waited twenty minutes before he approached us. Luke and I had two dances, and I was working on my second glass of wine.
He walked confidently up to us and said, "Jerry Horn," as he bowed his head slightly and extended his hand for Luke to shake.
Luke took his hand and said his own name. While they shook, Jerry said, "Your lady is the prettiest woman in this city, I think. I have watched you dance together. The two of you have created an art form. I would be honored if you would allow me to beg her for one small dance."
Luke looked at me, and said, "Linda?"
I offered my hand to jerry and said, "I would love to dance with you, Mr. Horn." Jerry took my hand and helped me from my seat.
He said, "Please call me Jerry." I kissed Luke on the cheek and Jerry led me away.
As he took me in his arms, he turned his back to Luke and I felt his hand lightly caress one of my breasts. I felt both my nipples stiffen. The butterflies became active again. I heard myself make a mewing sound and I collapsed against him for a second. I recovered quickly and stole a glance at Luke to see if he had noticed. Luke was walking out the door into the corridor.
I said, "Luke has left the room. Please take me into the dark and kiss me." We squeezed his hard cock between us as we kissed.
I made up a story for Jerry. I said, "Luke and I will play blackjack later. Stay where we can see each other but don't be obvious. Luke has been invited to participate in a private poker game. It's high stakes and it will last probably until noon tomorrow. If I can beg my way out of going with him, maybe we can have some time together later.
I checked to make sure Luke hadn't returned and I kissed Jerry again. He grabbed a hand full of my ass and ground his cock into my belly, but not too forcefully. He was being nice. He was fully aware of what I had just offered him. I thought of my dream. I wanted his white hot molten cock inside of me.
We cleaned up our act and the music ended. Jerry walked me back to our table and Luke arrived there at about the same time we did. Jerry formally handed my hand to Luke, and he bowed as he offered his thanks to both of us. He smiled, turned and walked away.
Luke and I sat together. I was still flushed from my hanky-panky with Jerry. Luke noticed. He asked, "Did you enjoy the dance?"
I giggled and said, "Oh yes. That man was elegance personified. Dancing with him was like drifting on a cloud." I fanned my face with a drink menu from the table. I asked, "Would you mind if I found him later and asked him for a dance?"
Luke Laughed and asked, "Do you know who he is?"
I said, "He said his name was Jerry Horn. Should I know him beyond that?"
Luke told me about him. He said, "While you were dancing, I went to the lobby and got this." He handed me a hotel brochure that had Jerry's picture front and center. Luke said. "He is the guy that owns the company that puts these conventions and seminars together. They do it in every major city in the country. He is worth a shit-load of money. I recognized him because I had seen this brochure before." He paused to catch his breath and continued, "He's a good man too. He gives millions to the Shriner Hospitals for Children."
I said, "He just seemed like a sweet guy to me."
Luke noticed the glimmer in my eye. He said, "He's a little old for you, isn't he?" He said, "My little slutty Tinker bell has the hots for this old guy, doesn't she?"
I giggled and said, "I can't help it. Come dance with me." I led him onto the floor. I whispered in Luke's ear, "I would guess he is in his early fifties. He is ten years younger than Bobby Wilkinson is, and only six or eight years older than you are. He did excite me. I think he is the one."
Luke asked, "The one for what?"
I let him wait for a few seconds while I thought about what to say now. Finally, I said, "He is the rich old gentleman that I'm going to sell my body to. I want to be his whore for one night." I paused and said, "We are leaving tomorrow afternoon. It needs to happen tonight." I felt Luke stiffen in my arms. I gave him a few seconds, and then I said, "Whoring myself out is on my bucket list. Pl-e-e-a-a-se, let me have this fantasy."
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Luke noticed the glimmer in my eye. He said, "He's a little old for you, isn't he?" He said, "My little Tinker bell has the hots for this old guy, doesn't she?"

I giggled and said, "I can't help it. Come dance with me." I led him onto the floor. I whispered in Luke's ear, "I would guess he is in his early fifties. He is ten years younger than Bobby Wilkinson is, and only six or eight years older than you are. He did excite me. I think he is the one."
Luke asked, "The one for what?"
I let him wait for a few seconds while I thought about what to say now. Finally, I said, "He is the rich old gentleman that I'm going to sell my body to. I want to be his whore for one night." I paused and said, "We are leaving tomorrow afternoon. It needs to happen tonight." I felt Luke stiffen in my arms. I gave him a few seconds, and then I said, "Whoring myself out is on my bucket list. Pl-e-e-a-a-se let me have this fantasy."
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Luke asked, "What about his wife?"
I answered, "I asked about her. He lost her three years ago. She was killed in a car wreck. That's when he became involved in the hospital work. His donations are in her honor. He still wears her ring.
He said, "The fact is, Sweetheart, I had different plans for you tonight. I don't want to spend this night in an empty bed."
I said, "Look around you. This isn't that sleazy swinger club. There are twenty pretty girls within rock throwing distance. I always have to watch them flirt with you everywhere we go. Pick one, or two for that matter. We have both spread ourselves around lately but you haven't had a new girl in a while. I will give you a pass for a free hunt." I paused and said, "I'll buy you a hooker. I could probably get a discount since I am about to join their ranks." I giggled.
He asked, "How long have you been plotting this?"
I thought, "I have to tell him the truth." I said, "Since before Jerry and I finished our dance." That was technically the truth. It was a couple days before we finished the dance. I knew it was a lie. "I thought, "I'll make it right later." Then I thought, "It's a lie. I couldn't make it right later." I amended my statement. I said, "I've been thinking about him since the day after we got here. I met him in the elevator while you were at that meeting."
I let it rest a minute while I caught my breath. Luke was quiet. His silence said, "Tell me more."
I said, "I let him pick me up and show me around the casino. I didn't know who he was but I knew he was special. I was impressed with him, but I didn't think anything would come of it, so I didn't mention him to you. I decided I wanted him sometime later." I paused and said, "We're a long way from home. This is a good place to do this and Jerry is the perfect candidate. We know he is a good man and he isn't a cop." I giggled and said, "We need some adventure on this trip. This is our last night unless we extend."
Luke asked, "Have you already made a deal with him?"
I could truthfully answer this one. I replied, "No. I haven't promised him anything. We have flirted some and I let him feel me up when we danced. I've let him kiss me." I thought, "Damn girl you don't need to tell everything you know." Then I thought, "Yes you do. This is Luke." I said, "I told him I would try to find a way to spend some time with him later."
Luke asked, "How much are you going to try to get for my sweet wife's body?"
I smiled and answered, "If five hundred is the going price, I think I can get three times that." I repeated my thought, "Fifteen hundred."
Luke chuckled and asked, "Why do you think you can get that much?"
I replied, "He told you that I'm the prettiest girl in the city." I giggled and whispered in his ear, "Genuinely wet pussy is worth more than the K-Y jelly the rest of these bitches are peddling." I finally got the laugh out of Luke that I needed. I knew he was going to give me a pass.
He said, "Okay go for it. I know that Jerry is a good man. At least, I know him by reputation. He has a very good reputation. You won't be in any danger." He paused and then said, "Now listen to me. I won't have you settle for a penny less, and I want half the money. That's a better deal than most pimps would give you." Then he asked, "What part do I play in this?" We laughed together. Our adventure had begun.
I said, "Let's go play blackjack for a few minutes. When you are ready to go on your hunt, we will leave together. I will wait for twenty minutes and come back. I will find him and tell him that you went to play poker all night. Then I will proposition him and tell him how much it's going to cost him. The hooker aspect of this is my fantasy. The idea that I am cheating is his. If I can't make a deal, I'll go back to our room. You can call to see if I'm there if you want." I paused and said, "Don't take anyone to our room. I might need to go there anytime."
He said, "As fate would have it, I met a woman at the presentation. I know how to call her. I might not have to go on a hunt if she is available tonight. She was hot to trot the other day."
We sat down at the blackjack table. Luke said, "I'll be ready to go in half an hour."
I agreed to that and watched for jerry. He made his appearance ten minutes later and took a seat three tables across from us. We could see each other, but I doubted that Luke would notice him."
Luke said, "Jerry won't be hard to find. He just sat down three tables that way." He motioned with a nod of his head.
That's another reason that I am always truthful with Luke. I know inside I'm not likely to get anything over on him. He can read my mind and he always knows what is going on around him. He calls it, situational-awareness.
A half hour passed. We picked up Luke's chips and left. I mouthed to Jerry to wait for me. He acknowledged that he understood. I promised Luke that I would be back in our room by eleven the next morning. He said that he would be there in time to check out.
Twenty minutes after that, I walked up to Jerry and kissed his cheek. I sat down beside him. He looked at me and smiled. He pushed a stack of ten one-hundred dollar chips to the line. While the cards were dealt, he asked, "How much time do we have?"
I replied, "I have to be clean, sparkly and in my room by eleven tomorrow morning. It would be better if I were there a bit earlier." I said, "I need to stop by my room on the way to yours. I have to pick up the things I will need. You can't go with me."
He suggested that I leave now and meet him in his room in fifteen minutes. He gave me his room number. It was three floors above ours.
I said, "We could do that, but we haven't made a deal yet."
He laughed and said, "I was sure we had."
I smiled and giggled. I said, "We haven't discussed the financial arrangements at all."
He laughed a bit louder this time and then he whispered, "You are a hooker, then?"
I reached up and touched the tip of his nose with my finger. I said, "No, silly man. I am a housewife from North Texas, as advertised." I continued, "If you decide to pay my price to get me to spend the night with you in your room, then I will have become a hooker. I've never done this before, but it has always been my fantasy to whore myself out to one special man for one night." I paused and then said, "It will also be the best money you ever spent." I giggled.
He was laughing continuously now. He asked, "What is your price, if I may ask?"
I changed tactics, "I indicated his stack of chips. I said, "Ten percent of your winnings."
He caught his breath and stopped laughing. He said, "Ten percent is a lot. I've been making thousand dollar bets here and doubling that when I felt it. I've made two five thousand dollar hunch bets and won both of them. I've had a good run. I'm thirty grand up including what I won earlier. You are asking for three thousand dollars." He paused and looked at me seriously. He said, "I can have any hooker in this town for five hundred. Why are you worth six times that?"
I said, "Jerry, you would tip any waitress in this town twenty percent. If you had a very pretty one and she did a good job, you might give her fifty percent or more. Ten percent isn't much." I whispered in his ear the same thing I had told Luke. I said, "You described me as the prettiest girl in the city, and genuinely wet housewife pussy is worth more than the K-Y jelly that these other girls are peddling."
He chuckled and just shook his head.
I said, "Now listen, Jerry. You seriously turn me on. You are the one I want to share my fantasy. I very much want to crawl in bed with you, but your window of opportunity is closing. My price is not negotiable. You are the most interesting man in this room, (Luke wasn't there) but hear me now. I am giving you first refusal, but if we can't make a deal, I'm going to sell myself elsewhere." I ran a bluff. I said, "I know where I can get at least three thousand. I may never have this opportunity to live my fantasy again."
He slid three of his ten chip stacks across the table to me. He said, "Put those in your pocket and meet me in my room in fifteen minutes."
I said, "I don't have any pockets." He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a cloth bag. It was a neatly folded blue sack from a half-gallon Crown Royal bottle. He tossed it to me. I stuffed my chips into it, looped the gold braided drawstring around my wrist, and let my lips brush his. I said, "Hurry, I can't wait."
I hurried to our room and gathered the things I needed. I went to Jerry's room, and he wasn't there. I had a little one just thinking about him, while I was waiting in the hallway. I was doing a funny little dance, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. My pussy tingled. He showed up one minute later on the next elevator.
He smiled at me and said, "I wasn't sure you would be here."
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. I said, "I wouldn't miss this for twice the money you paid me." I giggled.
There was no one in the hallway. I started undressing while he was unlocking the door. I was only wearing shoes and a cocktail dress. Except for my jewelry, I was already naked by the time he closed the door after we were inside the room. He laughed at me.
I dropped to my knees, undid his belt, and opened his pants. He had kicked his expensive loafers across the room and tossed his coat aside. He was trying to get out of his shirt when I let his pants drop to the floor. He was wearing boxer shorts. Who would wear boxer shorts and no socks? That seemed strange to me. I pulled them down and the hardest cock in New Jersey jumped out at me.
It was a beautiful thing to see. In my mind, I tried to compare him to Luke. I think Jerry was just a tad bigger. He wasn't like Ed though. He wasn't too big. I knew I could get this one in my mouth. I wanted to taste it. A large drop of clear pre-cum appeared at the tip. I captured it with my tongue before it fell away. I tasted salt.
I held it in my hands and then sucked the first couple of inches into my mouth. I sucked him, teased him, and bathed him with my tongue. I took him to the top of my throat and then I let him slide all the way down just to see if I could. I buried my nose in his pubic hair and he throat fucked me for a half dozen strokes. He moaned. There was no problem. He held my head in his hands and fucked me some more, but he was careful to let me breathe.
Without warning, he pulled his gorgeous cock out of me. I let it go but I didn't want too. He picked me up bodily. I felt the strength in his masculine body for the first time. He was smaller than Luke was, but he was very well built and very strong.
He manhandled me with ease and yet, there was a sense of urgency. I found myself on my back in the middle of the giant bed. I knew right then that I was going to be a fuck toy for this man for the next ten or eleven hours. I loved the thought. An aggressive man can make me cum over and over.
I assumed he was going to fuck me. I longed for that first penetration. My body was already open to receive him. I wanted his cock. I was very near orgasm. It didn't happen. I realized he was flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. Pussy juice welled up and out of me. He sucked me into his mouth, and less than two minutes later, I came for him. He slipped a finger inside me to help me along. I heard myself scream. He ate me as if I was paying him. I would have paid him if he had asked. I had a sack full of his money.
He ate me through a second orgasm and then he positioned himself to fuck my sloppy wet cunt with that magnificent cock. Here it was. His first penetration was happening. I begged him to fuck me. What a sweet assault it was. He was inside me now. I felt so full. This would satisfy my need. It was very hard and I could feel the power in him. He would own me with this cock for the time we spend together. I squeezed him hard with my Kegel muscles. I tried to be very tight for him. He fucked me very hard with long powerful strokes. I met his thrust with those of my own. I felt his cock throbbing inside me when he came.
My pussy had a mind of her own. She sucked his cum out of him and held it in a safe spot deep within me. I needed his cum. I wanted to be pregnant for him. I had my best orgasm yet as he emptied himself. I didn't scream. I think I forgot to. My whole world was this wonderful cock inside me and the forceful man that was fucking me with it. I wanted him to use and misuse me. I would make him hurt me. I would be very sore when I went back to Luke. I would be proud of my soreness. I already knew that I would seek this man out in later times. I couldn't possibly get enough of him in one night.
The ice was broken. Our first encounter was over. What an adventure. New partners always drive me mad with want, need, and pleasure. Jerry was extra special. He wanted me more than I wanted him. He had forcefully taken his pleasure with me. I hoped that I was good enough for him. I snuggled close to him while we recovered. My pussy was still tingling and the butterflies had not completely settled down. I was trying to keep from leaking onto our bed. I wasn't entirely successful.
Jerry became aware of my excess juices. He whispered to me, "Genuinely wet housewife pussy is, in fact, a valuable commodity." He rolled me to my back and stuffed his tongue in my pussy to stop the flow. He was eating his own cream pie. That excited me. I would never get that at home. I had a little one immediately. He felt that small wave of pleasure flow through me. He helped me have another one. He bathed me with his tongue and swallowed my juices until my seepage subsided.
He made his way up my body and slid his long tongue into my mouth. He helped me taste the combined fruits of our labor. The overriding taste was that of his cum, but I could distinctly taste strawberries in the mix too. I enjoyed his kiss. His tongue was longer than anything I had ever experienced before. He searched out every secret place in my mouth. I enjoyed every second of this nasty kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly. I had another quivering little one. I heard him chuckle.
He rolled off me and cuddled with me. He held me as if he was making sure I wouldn't escape. The caveman in him was holding me captive. I snuggled closer to him. I knew he wanted me to enjoy being his captive. I knew I would.
He whispered, "Do you want to know a secret?" I didn't speak but I nodded my head against his shoulder. He said, "I'm one nasty motherfucker, Linda. I paid a lot of money to get you here. I plan to cum in your mouth and fuck your asshole before I allow you to leave this room."
I felt a most wonderful surge of excitement deep inside me. Jerry had no Idea what a submissive I am. Giving myself anally is the ultimate submission in my mind. Just the thought of it magnifies every sensation I feel. I wanted to submit to this wonderful man.
He paused and said, "Another thing, don't use the bottled douches you brought with you. You came to me with a pussy that tasted like strawberries in cream. I want your pussy to smell and taste like a natural pussy. That's what excites me. By tomorrow morning, I want it to smell like a well-used natural pussy. I want you to be nasty for me. We won't shower until after I butt fuck you, just before you leave. I want to be turned on by our natural odors. The true smell of sex excites me.
He was trying to shock me. I surprised him. I giggled like a little girl and whispered, "Okay."
He moved his head so he could focus on my face. I smiled for him. I said, "I will enjoy giving myself to you any way you like." I said, "You paid me to be your whore." I paused and said, "I will be your fuck toy for the length of our contract. You can be as nasty as you are pleased to be, and I will be just as nasty if that is what you want. I want to earn my money. What happens in Atlantic City stays in Atlantic City." I giggled again and said, "This is my fantasy, Jerry. I am your whore."
He whispered, "I won't hurt you."
I laughed into his armpit. "I whispered back, "I will make you hurt me." The pheromones emitted from his perspiration excited me. I buried my face in his armpit and breathed deeply. His scent made my pussy tingle even more. I could feel new and powerful arousal welling up inside me. I knew what a nasty bitch I could be too. I wanted to lick him all over.
I started with his eyes and worked my way down. I tongue bathed his whole face and the inside of his mouth. He lay quietly under me and let me do my thing. When I got to his armpit, I snuggled my face into the hair I found there and licked profusely. His body smell was concentrated there. I loved it. I was wildly excited. I couldn't be nasty like this at home.
I tried to lick his whole body. I tried to cover everything. I licked his hands and sucked his fingers. My arousal intensified. I sucked and teased his nipples. I made my way down his body to his center. I licked the drying mix of his cum and my pussy juices off his cock. His cock began to stir and acknowledge my efforts. I felt it begin to swell in my hands. I cleaned his balls with my tongue. There were interesting man scents there too. I needed him to be hard. It was starting to happen.
I had read about the prostate gland. It produces seminal fluid and I read that physical stimulation of it can enhance an erection. I knew where it was. I took his semi-hard cock in my mouth and pushed a finger into his ass to see if I could find it. I could never do this for Luke, but I had instructions to be nasty with Jerry. I had wet my finger with a little spit. He flinched when he first felt my assault, but then he relaxed immediately and allowed me to continue. I should have lubricated my finger better.
I found his gland. I massaged it as best I could. His cock began to stiffen in my mouth. I sucked it and licked it. He became harder in the next minutes. He held me in place and began to fuck my mouth. I helped him throat fuck me when he chose to do so. He groaned his appreciation of my antics. I sucked him until my jaws got tired. I mounted him and fucked him cowgirl style. He appreciated that too. I lay down on his chest and fucked him for a long time. Baby orgasms came and went for me in a line. He had learned to help me have them. I could tell that he enjoyed helping me. I was unbelievably turned on.
After a time, he became active. He rolled me over and took control. He fucked me missionary style. I held him and shared sweet wet kisses with him while his cock moved in and out of me. I purred in his ear to excite him a bit more. He was touching my G-spot. He brought me very close to an orgasm.
He twisted me around and folded me into the doggy position. I thought he was going to butt fuck me, but he didn't. He slid his cock back inside my pussy and fucked me gently. The effect on me was breathtaking. A good doggy fuck is very special to me. My head and shoulders flopped down onto the bed, and I buried my face in a pillow. A single minute later, I begged him to fuck me harder. My orgasm consumed me.

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This sweet orgasm enveloped me and put me in a euphoric state. There was nothing violent about this one. I felt happy and content as it overwhelmed me. My purrs and coos communicated my bliss to the wonderful man that had brought me here. He helped me cum as long as I could. He was being very good to me.

I finished. I felt weak all over. He laid me down on my left side, and I curled up into a ball. He wrapped his bigger body around me from behind and held me. The afterglow of our act made my contentment complete. I rested easily and felt secure in his arms. I could feel his still hard cock wedged against my bottom.
I whispered, "You didn't cum."
He spoke softly and said, "I can't do that as often as you can, but I will take my pleasure when the time is right." He paused and whispered, "Rest now."
I snuggled closer to him and he held me tighter. I drifted in that wonderful dream world between sleep and wakefulness. Time passed. I felt Jerry slip away from me and then out of bed. I drifted closer to sleep and lingered there.
Another few minutes passed. I dreamed of the time when Luke and Bobby had fucked me together. Luke fucked my pussy and Bobby fucked my ass at the same time. It was a glorious experience. I had begged them for this double penetration. It was on my bucket list. I thought, "Sometimes, Two cocks can be better than one. Jerry had said he was going to bugger me. I wanted it to happen. I couldn't get the thought of it out of my mind. I didn't really try.
I drifted closer to the light of wakefulness. I felt a hard thing slip past my sphincter muscle and into my rectum. Jerry felt me flinch. He softly said, "It's a small plug. I want you to wear it. It will help to open you for me."
I giggled and wiggled my butt for him. He seemed pleased. I knew about butt plugs. I had used them before. The anticipation of being buggered is uplifting for me. I looked forward to it and became giddy.
Bobby Wilkinson was my teacher. Bobby makes being butt fucked a pleasurable experience for me. He always fucks my ass at least once when I visit him. I don't know how to explain it, but when he takes me that way, the intensity of the experience is un-fuckin'-believable. The problem is, he lives six thousand miles away in Scotland. I only see him once a year or so. Luke is not into buggery. This is something else that I don't get at home. The thought of having Jerry's cock in my ass excited me.
I said, "I want a drink of water and a glass of wine."
Jerry said, "Go wash your hands but nothing else. I will see what we have."
I remembered where my finger had been. I went to the bathroom and tinkled. I washed my hands thoroughly. Nastiness only goes so far. I knew then that Jerry also felt that way.
Jerry had a glass of chilled wine for me when I returned to him. It was good white wine, but it wasn't my brand. I drank half a glass of water before I touched it. Luke had taught me never to drink alcohol when I was thirsty.
Jerry sat crossed legged on the bed leaning against the headboard. He was sipping a Coke. I crawled to him and made myself comfortable sitting in the cradle of his legs with my back to him. He held one of my breasts in his hand.
I felt dirty. My pussy was full of his cum and he wouldn't allow me to wash. I enjoyed the feeling. It excited me. I pushed my finger into my sloppy cunt and then sniffed it. I was getting there. I held my finger under Jerry's nose. He chuckled and squeezed my boob as he breathed in the odor.
I picked up the TV remote and switched the set on. I was changing channels looking for something interesting while Jerry held me. I stumbled across the in-house porn channel.
Jerry chuckled and asked, "Do you need some visual stimulation?"
I sipped my wine, giggled, and said, "You're the boss. I just work here." He keyed in the room number and agreed to have a fee charged to his credit card. A menu popped up. He let me choose. I picked one titled, "Pretty Blonde Whore." That seemed to fit. Jerry laughed with me.
He let it play. In the first scene, a pretty, young blonde girl dressed in a racy, red outfit and chewing gum sauntered up to an apartment door and rang the bell. A large black man built like a football linebacker answered the door. There was some cheesy dialog about price.
Jerry said, "She's a lot cheaper than you." I giggled and wiggled my butt against him.
In the next scene, the girl was naked and flat on her back on a bed. The big black man was astraddle of her with a knee planted on either side of her shoulders. She had wrapped her huge titties around his hard cock and was holding them there with both hands. He was titty fucking her and his cock would linger on the down stroke long enough for her to take it into her mouth for a second or two. She was still chewing her gum. Jerry and I laughed.
I said, "You get what you pay for." Jerry playfully pinched one of my nipples. I flinched and then giggled for him.
After about five minutes, she let her titties fall away. The big black man jacked his cock and shot his load into her open mouth in several massive doses. It had to be a special effect. No man could cum that much in real life.
He finished and said, "Let me see, Whore." She opened her mouth and the camera panned in for a close-up.
Jerry said, "Damn, that looks nasty. He paused and said, "We can do that." He took my wine and set it on the bedside table. He manhandled me into position and a second later. I was flat on my back with him astraddle me. I wrapped my smaller boobs around his already hard cock and held them there.
I said, "I don't have any gum."
He chuckled and said, "Open your mouth, Whore."
Jerry deviated from the script here. He fucked my face through my tits but the head of his cock stayed in my mouth all the time. I sucked him and tickled him with my tongue.
The movie continued. In the next scene, the same little blond girl was sucking a young white boy's cock. They were outdoors near a swimming pool. I couldn't tell if she still had her gum in her mouth.
Jerry continued to fuck me for another four or five minutes. He deviated from the script again. He pulled away from me and manhandled me into a new position. I was in the middle of the bed and up on all fours as if he was going to doggy fuck me again. He didn't. He came to rest on his knees in front of me. He held my head in place and fucked my face. In this position, he could easily fuck right down my throat. He was getting his whole cock inside me on every stroke. I was breathing all right through my nose, once in a while.
The movie continued, but I lost interest in it. I locked eyes with jerry. His eyes seemed to glaze over. He was definitely into this. His cock moved in and out of my mouth. He moaned and varied the stroke with each repetition.
I wasn't uncomfortable. I tried to help him enjoy himself. He was taking his pleasure as he said he would. I wanted to give him pleasure. It excited me. His wonderful cock became the center of my existence. It commanded all of my attention. I felt his cock begin to swell even more. He was about to cum. I heard him speak to me.
He said, "Don't swallow, Whore. Hold it in your mouth. I want to see it there just like the movie."
I brought one hand up from the mattress and grabbed the base of this man's magnificent cock. I pulled away until only an inch or two of him was still in my mouth. I sucked and swirled my tongue around him. I helped him cum.
He throbbed in my mouth as I had felt him throb in my cunt before. Each spasm delivered more of his juice into my mouth. He tried to thrust back into my throat, but I held him in check with my hand. I retained all of his fluid in my mouth as directed. There wasn't really that much. I had emptied him earlier. I followed his orders. He was the boss. I just work for him.
His whole body quivered in front of me as he emptied himself. When it was over, he remained in place and became motionless. I held him in my mouth and sucked him gently until he withdrew from me and sat back on his haunches.
I had not swallowed. His sweet cum was still in my mouth. I treasured it. I had acquired it honestly. I was earning my money. He was still holding my head in his hands.
He said, "Let me see." I opened my mouth and showed him. He whispered "Damn Linda. That is so nasty."
He held my face in place and moved forward. He kissed me. While we kissed, he maneuvered me onto my back and lay on top of me. We shared his cum. He took some of it into his own mouth. I had never experienced anything like that. I thought, "Luke would never do this."
Something happened between us in that moment. We became very close. We wove a potent emotional bond between us that I knew would last. We became lovers. He was inside my head. I was having baby orgasms back to back with him as we kissed.
Presently he moved down my body. He went straight to my pussy without diversion. Reflexively, I tried to close myself to him. I thought, "My foul pussy will offend him. His cum from earlier was still inside me. The taste and odor of my cunt would be as rank as a rotten fish."
He spread my legs and licked my outer lips. He found my entrance and his long tongue went inside me like a snake. No one's tongue had ever been that deep in me. I felt a powerful orgasm rising from deep inside me. He replaced his tongue with a finger and sucked my clit into his mouth. Emotion engulfed me once more. A few seconds later, my orgasm boiled up and out of me.
This one was special. Jerry and I were tied together with ropes of desire and passion. He was doing everything right. I didn't have the energy to buck and pitch or rant and rave. I quietly surrendered to him and gave myself to the orgasm. I absorbed the pleasure that my lover was giving me. It went on and on, but it didn't last long enough. My heart thundered in my chest. My mind reeled in ecstasy. I was barely alive when it was over. I whispered, "Thank you," to the awesome man that had given me this moment.
He responded, "You are welcome, my sweet lover." He had acknowledged our connection and our new status.
He kissed me. I could taste my pussy on his tongue. I wasn't strawberries, but it wasn't rank either. It was nasty.
Jerry helped me curl up with him and we cuddled while we recovered. I felt warm and safe in his arms the same as if it were Luke holding me. I thought, "I hope Luke doesn't question me too closely about this adventure. I very nearly lied to him about Jerry already. There are things Luke wouldn't want to know."
Jerry slipped out of bed. I heard him relieve himself in the bathroom. He came back to me a minute later. He whispered to me, "I need to do this." I felt him explore my anus. He was lubricating me with cold jelly. He moved one finger and then two in and out of me. I relaxed my sphincter muscle, and he slipped a larger plug inside me.
He chuckled and whispered, "This is the biggest one I have. We lost the small one along the way somewhere." He paused, and then continued, "It will turn up."
The big one felt good in my ass. I could feel it stretching me. A wave of anticipation washed over me. My butterflies came back. I giggled. Jerry went to the bathroom. I heard him wash his hands. He came back to me.
The clock said ten after three. Jerry drew the covers over us. I snuggled close to him. Together, we slipped easily into sleep.
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Morning came. Jerry had rolled away from me during the night. He was still touching me and he had an arm around me, but he wasn't holding me. The first thing I thought was, "I need a bath." I still had the taste of Jerry's cum in my mouth. The odor of our sex surrounded us and permeated the space under our covers. Still, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I had only gone one night without a shower. I had done that before. I felt nasty but not slimy. I thought, "This is the way my lover wants me." In my mind, I had quit referring to Jerry as my employer. I let my thoughts continue, "I am still his whore until eleven o'clock. He paid me to be here with him. This is still my fantasy."
My butterflies fluttered again. I had remembered. I giggled quietly and spoke to myself in my mind. I said, "Let the buggery begin." I flexed my sphincter muscle and felt the oversized plug that was still inside me. It didn't seem as big as it did last night. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom.
There are things that girls do in the bathroom that men, especially their lovers, shouldn't know about. I normally wouldn't talk about them, but in this instance, they are important to the story.
I sat on the pot and removed my butt plug. It slipped out of me easily. I felt cold air go inside me. I checked myself with a finger. My asshole was stretched out of shape, and it gaped open. The plug had done its job. I tinkled and then sat there straining until my bowels moved.
I felt empty. I wanted to give myself an enema with one of my prepackaged douche kits, but then I decided against it. I reasoned that my lover would smell strawberries. He wouldn't want that. I emptied one of the bottles and filled it with warm water. I gave myself the enema that way. I wiped thoroughly and washed the area with a wet cloth before I cleaned and reinserted the plug.
I washed my hands. I didn't do anything else. I didn't brush my teeth or even rinse my mouth. I didn't wash my face or any other part of me. I was aroused and in a state of high anticipation. I slipped a finger inside my nasty cunt and felt the wetness that was already there. I brought that finger to my nose and sniffed it. It definitely smelled well used. I tickled my clit for a moment with my wet finger. I allowed myself one weak baby orgasm. I was tingling inside when I went back to Jerry.
Jerry was sleeping soundly. I cuddled close to him and rubbed my nasty wet pussy against his leg. The tingle inside me became another mini orgasm. My body squirmed with pleasure.
My movements aroused Jerry. He was coming awake. He arched his back and stretched his arms out over his head. His thigh went stiff between my legs. I changed position and took his beautiful cock in my mouth. Morning wood was in play. He was already semi-hard. I enjoyed the nasty taste of him and his manly scent overpowered me..
His hands came back under the covers. He held me in place and fucked me as he had the night before. He groaned, and I felt his arousal grow. His prick became very hard very quickly. I let him slide down my throat and he communicated his pleasure with his love sounds. I felt him move into the same mode that he was in last night. He was going to cum. I thought, "I cannot allow that to happen."
I let his cock fall out of my mouth. His moan expressed his disappointment. I moved up his body and offered a kiss. We both became absorbed in it. I whispered in his ear, "Fuck my ass, Jerry." His hand moved to my bottom and he touched the huge plug that was holding me open for him.
He said, "You have been so good to me. I have decided to let you off of that hook."
A sinking feeling of disappointment washed over me. I whimpered for him to hear. I rose and looked into his eyes. I waited until I saw them focus on me. I said, "I am still your whore. I am still living my fantasy. I want to feel your cock in my ass. I have prepared myself. My bowels are empty, and my mind is right. Fuck my ass, Jerry." I squeezed his hard cock in my hand a bit harder than I needed to.
He said, "I have to get up." He left me and went to the bathroom. I heard him empty his bladder. I heard water running in the sink for a minute or two. He came back to me. By the time he got to the bed, I was up on all fours waiting for him. I lewdly wiggled my ass in offering to him. I've seen monkeys do that in the zoo. He knelt behind me. He removed the plug, and I felt the intrusion of cold air again. He began to work his lubricating jelly inside my opening. He had warmed it under hot water this time. He used a lot of it. I could feel its heat deep inside me. I was aroused almost to the point of orgasm.
He said, "Yes, you are ready."
I watched as he smeared the lubricant on his sweet prick. There was no condom. He enjoyed the feeling he was inducing in himself. The state of his erection illustrated his lustful enthusiasm. He spent some extra time there. I watched as his eyes glazed again. I wanted his hard cock. I was bubbling with excitement. I toyed with my swollen clitoris. I expected him to give it to me right then. It didn't happen.
He bodily flipped me over onto my back with no apparent effort at all. He hooked my knees over his elbows and spread me open. He leaned forward and pushed my knees right down to my shoulders. He trapped me securely under his heavy body. I couldn't move. He had contorted my body to the point where my pussy and my asshole were both open to him. His nasty tongue invaded my mouth. Our kiss alone was a wonderful experience. I submitted to him completely. I yearned for him to fuck me. I begged.
Presently, I felt the head of his cock squeeze past my sphincter. I didn't have to help him. There was barely any resistance. He was hard and slippery. I was open and extremely well lubricated. He began to fuck me while we kissed. I had never been butt fucked face to face before. At first, it felt awkward, but somehow I knew it would be all right. Jerry obviously knew how to do this. I put my arms around him, held his face close to me, and kissed him hard. He gained deeper penetration with each stroke. New feelings raged in me. They felt almost natural. I was aroused to a point beyond belief. I was at the ragged edge on the verge of orgasm.
I whispered, "I can take it all. Fuck me hard. It's time for you to take your pleasure. I am your whore. Hurt me Jerry."
He fucked me harder as he became confident that I could handle it. He rose up off me and held his weight on his arms as he peered into my face. His eyes had that now familiar glaze as he became deeply absorbed in our act. I wet my finger in my nasty cunt and diddled my clit with it. Minor jolts of pleasure coursed through me with each baby orgasm. They came easily one behind the other. I was very excited. My mind was consumed with the awareness of the big one that was on the way.
Jerry was fucking me with abandon. Each stroke was long, but gentle. At the same time, I could feel his power, and I knew that resistance would have been futile. He was going very deep. His whole cock was inside me.
I had a fleeting thought about one of my high college lovers that I had while Luke was in the military. I never gave him my virgin pussy because I was saving that for Luke. I did allow him to butt fuck me, but he was a child. He would usually cum before he achieved any real penetration. This wasn't like that. This man was so deep inside me. Bobby had been inside me like this. Jerry was bigger than Bobby.
Jerry had been very easy with me until his penetration was complete. He was using his strength to hold me in place and control me. I felt restrained as if I had been tied to the bed. He was seriously fucking me. He wasn't hurting me. The movement of his cock inside me generated some anxiety but also great anticipation of what was about to happen. I wanted to feel him throb as he reached his climax. I could feel his excitement build upon its self. My own excitement was boundless.
I fingered my clit and triggered my orgasm. It was so-o-o-o g-o-o-od. Jerry moved in and out of me and my body produced fresh juices in excess. A small amount oozed out of my pussy, ran down my perineum, around his cock, and into the crack of my ass. I found some humor in that. I felt so nasty. I giggled, but only to myself. The sensations of this raw nasty sex overwhelmed me.
When it happened for him, there was no doubt. His cock swelled. It became massive and very hard. It felt like he was fucking me with a baseball bat. He forced himself completely inside me with every spasm. He was out of control. He was hurting me badly. I got scared. I had no way to resist. He was far too powerful. He held me so that I couldn't move and fucked me. I knew I was going to be injured. I thought, "You brought this on yourself, girl. You begged this powerful man to fuck you this way."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I thought, "I am his whore. He paid me to do this." Unbelievably, the pain began to excite me even further. I realized that it was tolerable. I was amazed at how easily I enjoyed it through the rest of his climax. I wanted to help him fuck me harder, but I couldn't move. It hurt so g-o-o-d. I felt six more throbbing spasms and six more deeply penetrating and acutely painful thrust. He paused between each one as he ejaculated, just as Luke does.

My mind accepted the pain and I reveled in it. It was my pain and a gift from my lover. I could hear the sounds I was making. They weren't the coos of the happy woman I had become. They were very unladylike. They were more like the grunts of a pig. I tried to quiet myself. My finger found my clit again. I came harder this time. I went somewhere else for a time. It was a different world. It was a world where pleasure was pure and unadulterated. I wanted to stay there forever.
He knew I was cumming. He continued to fuck me, but more gently. He was losing his erection. I had my orgasm. It was beautiful and I knew that my fear had enhanced it. I knew too, that I wasn't injured. He had hurt me, but he hadn't injured me. It was okay. I had told him I would make him hurt me. I had kept that promise. At length, his flaccid cock slipped out of me. I took that as a sure sign that I had earned my money. I realized it was over. I wanted to cry.
We cuddled and lay together for fifteen minutes. Time moved very slowly. I basked in my euphoria and enjoyed every second of it. At length, I asked, "Is our adventure over? Was that our finale?"
He chuckled and replied, "I think so." He kissed me softly and chuckled. He said, "I'm satisfied that I got my money's worth." After a pause, he said, "We can bathe now." He kissed my forehead.
I snuggled closer to him and kissed his cheek. I said, "I am ravenously hungry."
He said, "You can have the bathroom first. We can clean up, and I will take you out for breakfast.
I accepted his suggestion as a good idea. That's what we did. I went to the bathroom and did my thing. I douched twice and then I gave myself a strawberry flavored enema. I brushed my teeth, showered alone, and washed thoroughly. Jerry took his turn in the bathroom while I dried my hair at the vanity in the dressing room.
I dressed and looked into the mirror. "I was pleased with my look. No one would be able to tell that I had spent the night as a fuck toy for a nasty madman. My asshole hadn't closed up yet, but it was getting there. My sweet madman hadn't injured me. He had used enough lubricating jelly to spare me the slightest injury. I was surprised. As hard as he had fucked me, there hadn't been even a spot of blood. On occasion, I have bled a little when Bobby buggered me.
We had breakfast in public downstairs. I watched for Luke, but I never saw him. I was sure that he would have taken a room at another hotel to indulge in whatever acts of debauchery that he had gotten himself involved in. I realized that it really was time for my adventure to be complete. I wanted to be with Luke. A small wave of apprehension passed over me.
Jerry took me back to his room. I gathered up my things and prepared to say good-bye to this most special man that would always be my lover even if I never saw him again. He came to me and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss. I snuggled into him and enjoyed him. I marveled one more time over the length of his tongue. The only thing I tasted was his after breakfast mint."
He surprised me. He caressed my breasts and ran his hand from the small of my back over the curve of my bottom. The biggest surprise was the rock hard cock I found in his pants. That was really beyond my expectations.
He said, "I want you one more time before you go."
I checked the clock. It was nine forty-five. I replied, "I have to be in my room before eleven." He said, "I paid good money for you, and a lot of it. You are my whore until eleven."
I got the impression that this strong man was going to force fuck me if I didn't give in to him. I did what I do. I submitted. Truthfully, I was more than willing. I wanted him again too. He was very hard. I thought, "Waste not, want not."
We helped each other undress. We didn't get in the nasty bed, but we lay together in the cool air on top of the comforter. This was not a sport fuck for entertainment. Jerry made sweet love to me in a completely conventional manner. I loved him too for that short forty-five-minute period. He fucked me missionary style and I rode him in my cowgirl fashion. We enjoyed each other and shared many soft loving kisses. My mini orgasms became common. They were so good that I didn't think I needed a big one.
I thought that we were going to go mystical. It didn't happen, but I knew that we had come very close.
Jerry made sure that I had a big one so that I would remember him. We climaxed together one last time. His cock was so deep in my belly. It moved inside me like a small animal with a mind of its own. I knew that I would always remember this fuck. Luke and I make love. I thought that Jerry and I had come very close to that too. I had only known him for three days. He was different in so many ways from any man that I had ever known. He was so exciting. He was so special.
I looked at the clock. "It's ten thirty," I said. "I have to be gone in fifteen minutes."
He replied, "You are still my whore. Cuddle with me for five minutes and I will consider your contract fulfilled.
I cooed in resignation and snuggled close to him. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted to be with Luke. My head was getting fucked-up. I was becoming confused.
Jerry said, "Linda, I have a lot of money. The money I paid you wasn't a significant amount to me. I want to do this again with you. You were right. It was the best money I ever spent. I will double your fee or triple it if that's what it takes."
I giggled and decided not to tell him that I knew of his wealth. I replied, "Jerry, this was a once in a lifetime thing. I only did it to fulfill a fantasy. My whoring days are over.
Jerry looked at me with eyes that could have belonged to a lost seal pup.
I whispered, "The next time we do this, it will be a freebie for you. It will happen, because I also want it to." I giggled and kissed him. I got out of bed and dressed quickly. I said, "I can shower in my room."
He asked, "How will I find you?" He had the bubble back in his voice and enthusiasm in his eyes.
I replied, "Luke told me who you are. He recognized you from a publication about your work. I will find you when the time is right." I didn't go near him. I was afraid he would hold me and make me stay. A part of me wanted to stay. I blew him a kiss, picked up my things, moved through the door, closed it behind me, and ran to the elevator.
I hurried to our room and made myself all sparkly for Luke. I felt lucky that I had beaten him there. I had to be squeaky clean before I could be near him. I dressed in the clothes that I would wear for travel. Check out time was noon. I was packed and ready to go. It was almost eleven thirty, and Luke wasn't there. He had told me he would be here in time to check out. I became apprehensive quickly.
Five minutes later, I had let my mind run away with me. I was scared to death. If Luke wasn't here, something was terribly wrong. My mind ran terrible scenarios.
The phone rang. It was Luke. I asked, "Where are you?"
He laughed and said, "I wonder how many wives ask that question and don't get a straight answer. He paused and said, "I'm at the bus station. I had to bring my girlfriend here."
I felt such relief. I said, "Please hurry. I was frightened. I thought you might be hurt."
He said, "Fifteen minutes, Little One. Then he asked, "Do you want to extend for a day and go home tomorrow?"
I said, "Let me think about it until you get here. Hurry, I want you to hold me."
I heard some anxiety in his voice. He asked, "Linda, are you okay?"
I answered, "Oh yes, Luke I'm fine. Jerry was good to me. We had fun together. Just hurry, I need for you to hold me."
He said, "My cab is here. I'll be there in a few minutes. Kissy-kissy."
I said, "Kissy-kissy," and we hung up.
I sat and thought while I waited. I hardly ever have any bad thoughts while I am involved in an adventure, but I get bad feelings when it is time for me to reunite with the man that I really love. Until Luke holds me and accepts me back, I'm always frightened that he might not want me back. I can be such a trollop. Most of my lovers are just toys that Luke allows me to play with. We have talked about them as if they were just living dildos. That's not the case this time.
Jerry got into my head. I was his toy. I thought that I had instigated my adventure with him. Now I'm not so sure. From Jerry's point of view, he thinks he picked up a married woman on an elevator and fucked her. I allowed him to believe that I was cheating to be with him. I was his toy and his whore last night. I wanted to be those things again. A tear welled up and rolled out of one of my eyes.
I thought, "I don't know what the truth is. I think I fell in love with the nasty son of a bitch. I can't tell that to Luke. I need Luke to hold me."
Luke unlocked the door and walked in. I ran to him. I fell into his arms and molded my body to him. I didn't kiss him. I was afraid he wouldn't kiss me back. My mind was fucked-up. I began to cry. Tears rolled out of my eyes and I sobbed.
Luke's arms went around me and he said, "Whoa Baby. I'm glad to see you too. What's wrong?"
I wasn't ready to talk about Jerry with him. Anyway, I had a more important truth to talk about by now. I said, "I didn't know where you were or who you were with. I didn't know how to call you. I wouldn't be able to find you and you weren't here. I don't ever want to do this again." I stopped to catch my breath. I said, "It was my fault. I talked you into letting me go off with a stranger, and I allowed you to do the same thing. I didn't know I could do that. I didn't think it through. It scared me. I was so afraid, Luke."
He held my face in his hands and brushed my lips with his. My arms were already around his neck. I kissed him hard. He returned it. A happy bubble of relief burst inside me. He had accepted me.
I had read my pendant several times before he arrived. Ragged and incomplete thoughts ran through my troubled mind. "The words on my pendant were true. Luke's love for me is unconditional. Why did I allow my fears to overcome me? Is this what guilt feels like? Why should I feel guilty? Luke had given me a pass to be with Jerry. Luke didn't know what a nasty motherfucker Jerry was. I didn't know either at the time. Do I feel guilty about enjoying Jerry so much? A picture of Jerry's long tongue licking his own cum out of my nasty cunt flashed in my head. Jerry's actions were alien to anything I had ever experienced before." I wanted to find a way to extend our stay and spend another night with him. I wanted him to butt fuck me again, face to face. My head was all fucked-up.
My thoughts of jerry generated a mini orgasm in me while my husband was kissing me. The feeling at that moment was definitely guilt. Luke felt the effect that sweet jolt of pleasure had on me. I'm sure he thought that his kiss had brought it on. I let him continue to believe that. It was partially true.
He said, "I'm going to call the desk and extend our stay. We can catch a flight tomorrow. We can crawl in that bed together and hash this out."
I pushed Jerry out of my mind. I said, "I want to go home right now. I will be all right now that you are with me. We can hash this out, as you say, after I settle down. I want to be in our home and in our bed when we talk about it.
We went home. Every time I thought about Jerry, butterflies fluttered in my tummy. Every time I looked at or touched Luke, I felt better. I think that the bad feelings I had about what I had done with Jerry were guilt. Luke would never have done those things with me, but the guilt I felt was unwarranted. Bobby and I get nasty sometimes and Luke knows about it. He doesn't forbid me to be with Bobby. The passes that Luke give me represent his consent to my having fun with someone else, but he doesn't restrict me on how I do that. His only requirements are that every act is consensual, and I am not injured or marked in any way. Jerry and I didn't violate Luke's parameters.
The trip home seemed to last forever. We took a hotel bus to the airport in Philadelphia. It's only about sixty miles but it seemed to take a long time. Then we flew to Chicago and had a two-hour layover. We flew to Dallas and then there was an hour and a half car ride to our home.
We finally arrived at the ranch sometime early in the morning. It might have been three o'clock. Both of us had slept some during the plane rides, but we were both used up and ready to sleep when we got home.
I was relaxed and comfortable in my mind by this time. Luke was interacting with me as if he was happy that we were together again, and he had told me that he had enjoyed his part of our separate adventure. He said that the trip, in general, had turned out to be more fun than he had expected, and I could tell that he had assumed that I had enjoyed myself. I had enjoyed myself. All things were copasetic. I was finally at peace with myself.
I took Luke into the shower and we washed the travel grime off each other. Cleanliness and nastiness became opposing forces in my mind. I allowed myself to be comfortable with the nastiness I had shared with Jerry. At the same time, I was glad that Luke was a clean freak.
I wanted to be nasty with Luke. He allowed me to push his powerful body against the tile wall of the shower. I dropped to my knees, and I took his familiar cock in my hands and caressed it. I was looking at my favorite cock in the whole world. I wanted it. I sucked him into my mouth and loved him with my tongue. This was not foreplay. I intended for him to fuck me this way to completion. I reasoned that it would help him sleep. I wanted to be very nasty. I thought about what a nasty bitch I can be. Warm water cascaded over us.
I sucked him and then swallowed him. He held my face in his hands and throat fucked me. I helped him. I let him continue as I felt him move closer to orgasm. He fucked me. His sweet cock became very hard. I could feel his heart beating in it. I anticipated his first spasm just in time. I pulled back until the head was all that was in my mouth. I got nasty. I jacked the base and shaft of his cock in my hands. I sucked and teased the head. His first spasm came and a powerful jet of cum was suddenly in my mouth. It happened again and then again. I didn't swallow. I held it in my mouth. I held it all. I tasted it and wallowed in my nastiness.
I continued to suck him until his throbbing spasms subsided, and his erection began to fade. He pulled away from me. I held his cum in my mouth for another few seconds. I thought about when I had done this for Jerry. I didn't show it to Luke as I had with Jerry. I let my body claim the prize. I swallowed once and then twice. I rolled my tongue around my mouth and took water from the shower. I rinsed and swallowed the water before I rose to my feet and kissed him. He accepted my kiss and made it last a long time as he held me.
I knew that some small trace of his cum was still in my mouth. A bit of it must have found its way into his. I was sure that he knew. He allows me to be a little nasty with him sometimes. I was pleased with the nastiness of our act, but we didn't talk about it.
I took Luke to bed and we curled up in our spoon. I felt the rhythms change in his body as he quickly fell into a deep sleep. It was so nice to be home and in this bed with him.
I wondered what I should do with my blue sack full of black chips. I thought, "Maybe I will give them back to Jerry the next time I see him." Then I thought, "Half of them belong to Luke." After another moment of reflection, I decided that Luke and I would give them to a children's hospital.
I was anxious to have our talk now. I wanted to know about Luke's new girlfriend that he had taken to the bus station. I knew that I wouldn't tell everything about Jerry and me. I knew that I would answer any question that Luke asked me truthfully. I would let him decide how much he wanted to know. My feelings of guilt had dissipated. I accepted the fact that I would seek Jerry out and be with him again someday. I wondered how I could find out when he would be in Dallas for a convention. I felt a single butterfly flutter in my tummy.
I snuggled up close to Luke. Even in his sleep, he held me in his powerful arms and made me feel safe and warm. Our adventure was over. I held my pendant in my hand and let myself slip into a blissful sleep.
The End

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I had an encounter with a very sweet young woman in Atlantic City. It brought the perfect end to a short trip that Linda and I shared in the middle of March in 1990. I had occasion to go to a convention as part of the research I was doing on a metal alloy that had recently become available. It showed promise of improving our sand casting operation. If it also had good machining properties, it might be something that we could use. I could get it written into the specifications of a small up-coming project and test it that way.

I planned to be gone four or five days depending on what travel arrangements I could make. I asked Linda to go with me. I told her that we could play together two of those days. I wanted to mix some pleasure with business.
We hadn’t ruled out the possibility of some extracurricular activity but neither of us planned for anything to happen. My intent was to have a good time with Linda.
Linda is very small and very pretty. She had turned forty years old in September the year before but could easily pass for thirty or even younger. The giggle in her talk and the wiggle in her walk, along with her shapely figure, blond hair and green eyes got her a lot of attention everywhere she went.
As fate would have it, an older gentleman by the name of Jerry Horn shared an elevator ride with Linda on the first morning we were there. He flirted with her. She has always been vulnerable to older men with just a touch of grey in their hair. She said that he was very smooth and she was impressed with him immediately. Linda allowed him to pick her up for an hour’s worth of conversation and a tour of the casino. Their relationship escalated quickly. I think, they both knew they only had a few days to make something happen. They both wanted something to happen.
Linda has written about this trip earlier. I read her account and learned a bit more detail than I wanted to know. We had our usual truth time after this trip and Linda had told me that they had been very nasty. She uses those same words when she talks about her adventures with Bobby Wilkinson. I knew that she meant anal sex. I could tell that she had enjoyed being with Jerry. That was enough for me. I didn’t ask any questions and she didn’t elaborate. That of course, is okay. I rarely tell her everything about my activities unless she asks.
I’m going to skip ahead and relate what I did the last night we were there. Linda spent the night with Jerry and she gave me a pass for a free hunt. That had never happened before. I was very excited with the possibilities of the situation.
I went to our hotel room, showered, shaved, and changed clothes so I would be fresh. I packed my light bag with the things I would need to spend the night elsewhere. I couldn’t stay in this room with a guest because Linda might need it. She wasn’t sure that her encounter with Jerry would work out. I planned to have a guest, so I would need another room.
I had met a woman that had offered to share her room with me. That happened at the meeting I had attended to discuss the new metal. I called her. She wasn’t available. That didn’t surprise me. She was a beautiful woman, away from home and it was her intent to get laid. I’m sure she had no trouble finding a playmate.
I walked across the street and down a block to another hotel. I took a room there. I went up to the room and dropped off my gear. I made sure that it had everything I needed and a well-stocked bar. I decided I could get by. There were even a half dozen single shot bottles of Crown Royal. It was time to go hunting. I checked my look in the mirror and found myself to be presentable.
I decided the best opportunities would lie in either a bar or a dance hall. In my opinion, a slow waltz is the fastest way to get up close and personal with a strange woman. I asked for directions and I was directed to a small dance club. I sat at the bar and had a drink while I surveyed the room.
Two ladies drew my attention immediately. The first was a pretty woman who appeared to be close to my age. She was sitting with a male companion. She was bubbling as they talked together. She appeared to be full of mirth and energy. I took her to be a tourist that doesn’t get away from home as often as she should. That’s my kind of girl. All I had to do was take her away from the guy she was sitting with.
The other was a cute younger woman sitting alone. She was drinking a coke and seemed to be in deep thought. She had a handbag and there was a small suitcase sitting under her table. She looked as if she was at the end of a long day. She was well dressed but not properly for this environment. She was out of place. I became curious to know her story. She appeared to be half my age and I almost decided she wasn’t what I was looking for.
The older gal’s escort stood and walked away from their table. I noticed that he had left his drink. That indicated that he was coming back.
I thought, “This might be my only chance.” I abandoned my interest in the younger girl and approached the older one. She was really my first choice anyway.
I approached her and said, “You are the prettiest woman in this room. Would you consider honoring me with a dance?”
She looked up at me and beamed. Her smile was bright like a candle in the dark. She said, “Oh you beautiful man. I would love to but my husband will be back in ten minutes.”
That had been a nice answer. It boosted my ego but it did take the wind out of my sails. I wouldn’t entice her to cheat even if I could. I thought, “What the hell, she is very pretty. Dance with her anyway.” I held out my hand, gave her my best smile and said, “I am Luke Bowman. Give me five of those ten minutes.”
Her smile became even brighter as she took my hand. She said, “You have a silver tongue, Mr. Bowman. Please call me Kate. My husband won’t mind if I dance with you.” I helped her from her seat and led her to the dance floor. She came easily into my arms and we danced well together.
I whispered in her ear, “Please call me Luke.”
She whispered, “Luke,” and moved in closer to me. She allowed me full-length body contact as she snuggled in even closer. The monster moved and she felt it. I felt her laugh under her breath.
She said, “You are wearing some lucky woman’s ring.” She asked, “Where is your wife?”
I answered her truthfully. I simply said, “She is not with me tonight.”
Kate said, “You are terrible, Luke. You are a long way from home and looking for a bed partner.” She paused and said, “Oh God, I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I fell in love with you when you first smiled at me. I would get into a lot of trouble with you if I were here alone.”
I guided her into the dark and kissed her without even thinking about it. She bubbled with excitement and shared herself with me for a moment. She broke the kiss and said, “I think you are the Devil, Luke Bowman. Please take me back to my table before I agree to sneak off into the night with you.”
We beat her husband to the table and I didn’t have to interact with him. I left her there flushed and fanning herself. Her reaction to me had sent my ego into orbit. I felt like Jack, the giant killer. I believed I could have any woman in the room. That is a very good feeling for a man as far beyond his youth as I am.
I looked at the younger girl. She was still my second choice. A young Hispanic man was sitting with her now. I thought, “Maybe I fucked-up by dancing with Kate and lost my chance with this one.” I went a bit out of my way to walk near them on my way back to my place at the bar.
I noticed that he was holding her wrist forcefully. I heard her give him an emphatic, “No,” as I walked by. He didn’t let go of her. She was struggling with him and at the same time trying not to make a scene.
I sat at the bar and sipped my drink while I watched them. I sized the young man up. He was about five-six in height and couldn’t have weighed more than one-sixty. I thought, “He is a little light to be a badass.”
Her struggle became slightly more desperate. When I saw that, it took me less than a second to decide to take a hand in their game.
I walked up behind him and grasped his little pencil neck in my strong right hand. I squeezed him hard. His right hand went to his hip pocket. I squeezed harder and said, “Freeze.” He froze.
I said, “Now, listen to me. You can’t have this girl. She is my niece.” I continued, “If you come out of that pocket with a weapon, I will shove it up your ass, pinch your head off and roll it down that aisle like a bowling ball. Both of his hands came slowly into my field of view. They were empty.
Having been freed, the girl sat up in her chair and moved back a bit.
I asked the man, “When I release you, what is your plan?”
He answered in heavily accented English. He hadn’t been in this country long. He said, “I do not fear you, Hombre. I could cut you up like a jigsaw puzzle. When you release me, I will leave this place. I choose not to go to jail tonight.”
I said, “I don’t care why you leave so long as you leave.” I prepared to pinch his head off if need be. I squeezed him even harder for a second and then released him. He rubbed his neck as he left his seat and moved for the exit.
I watched him until he was out of sight and then turned my attention back to the girl. She said, “Thank you. Please sit with me for a few minutes in case he decides to come back.” She paused and then said, “I really do have an uncle that is much like you. He is a farmer in Kansas and he is very strong. He has always loved me. He would have hurt that man.”
I said, “My name is Luke Bowman. What is yours?”
She turned her bag so that I could read the nametag. It said, “Kandi Kain.”
I laughed and said, “I think I deserve to know your real name.”
She smiled. That was the first time I had seen her smile. It was also the first time I was allowed to see how pretty she really was. She said, “Ella Mitchell. May I call you Uncle Luke?”
I chuckled and said, “If you like.” I thought, “If I picked her up now, would our relationship be incestuous?” I continued, “I’ll call you Kandi.” I got another smile. I asked, “What was that all about?”
She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t really know. I just got into town. I was supposed to call the woman that has offered me employment. She would have sent someone to pick me up. I made a mistake. I assumed my bus would arrive during the day. The only number I had for my employer was her office. It’s the middle of the night. No one was there.”
She took a sip of Coke and continued, “I think he followed me here from the bus station. He wanted me to go with him. He said he knew a man that would give me a job. I told him that I already had a job but he wanted me to go with him anyway. I’m glad you intervened. I don’t know what I would have done.”
I said, “If something like that happens again, fight and scream. Draw attention and someone will likely come to your aid. Your attacker would probably just run away. He would be like our guy tonight. He wouldn’t want to go to jail.” I paused and then said, “I think I know what this was all about. Do you want me to tell you?”
She nodded.
I said, “First, would you like a drink or another Coke?”
She answered, “I would like another Coke. They are very small here.”
I asked, “Do you have a room in the hotel?”
She answered, “No, I don’t have any money.” Then she said, “Well, I have about thirty dollars. I was trying to decide if I could afford a hamburger when the unpleasantness started.”
I said, “Come with me. I know where I can get you a very nice hamburger and a Coke.” I carried her suitcase and we left the dance club. She went with me willingly. I didn’t have any Idea where to get a hamburger but I knew I could find a restaurant of some kind easily enough. They were everywhere.
I noticed that Kate’s husband had returned as we walked past their table. I met Kate’s eyes. She smiled mischievously and winked at me. I returned her smile.
Kandi and I did stumble across the perfect cafe after about a two-minute walk. I ushered her into the place as if I knew exactly where I was going. They had a varied menu but she homed in on the gourmet hamburger. I ordered one too, with fries and Coke for both of us.
Kandi ate the first half of the oversized burger as if she was hungry. I guess she was. Finally, she asked me to tell her what I thought about her encounter with the Mexican.
I said, “Kandi, have you heard Las Vegas called, Sin City?” She nodded and I continued, “Well, this is Sin City number two. The economy is based on gambling, drugs and prostitution. Corrupted politicians, who are owned by the mob, allow the place to exist. Human trafficking and white slavery is also part of the picture. Your assailant intended to sell you to a pimp.” Her eyes got big.
I went on, “Young pretty women like you are very vulnerable. He probably watched you get off the bus and deduced that you were here alone. He could have sold you for several hundred dollars to any pimp that is working the streets. The pimp would have befriended you if he could but by whatever path, he would have gotten you addicted to drugs, probably heroin. Three weeks or a month from now you would be walking the streets and prostituting yourself for your next fix. He could make a lot of money with a girl as pretty as you are. That is until you became used-up and ugly. Your pimp would expect you to turn several tricks each night. You would wear out quickly.” I said, “Sweetheart, you need to go back to Kansas.”
I had already finished my meal. We sat quietly together while she leisurely finished hers. At length, I said, “You need a place to sleep.”
She said, “I slept some on the bus. I will stay up all night and call my boss lady in the morning.”
I said, “That won’t work, in my mind. I’m going to take you to my room. You can clean-up, sleep in a nice comfortable bed and be refreshed in the morning when you meet your boss.”
She tilted her head and looked at me with the question in her eyes. I had already decided I couldn’t take advantage of her. After all, I had adopted her as my niece. I made a gesture, showing the palms of my hands. I said, “I will give you the room, pick up my gear and find myself another place.”
She smiled and said, “Well, Uncle Luke, I see that you have decided you need to take care of me.” She hesitated and then said, “You really don’t. I am a big girl and I will be okay.”
I said, “You will have to start taking care of your self tomorrow because I won’t be here. Let me feel better knowing you are safe tonight.” I had decided just to call the night a bust and go back to my first room alone. If Linda showed up it would be okay if I didn’t have a guest. Actually, I thought, “That would be a good way for all this to end.”
I took Kandi to my room. She followed me seemingly without reservation. I unlocked the door and then handed her the key. She smiled. I said, “That’s the only key I have. You don’t have to come in until I get my things and leave.” She smiled again.
I went into the room. She followed me and closed the door behind her. She said, “I do want a shower. Have a drink and wait until I am finished. I will feel safer if you are here.” She kissed my cheek and said, “Thanks, Uncle Luke.” She took her small bag and went into the bathroom before I could answer her.
I made myself a drink using two of the single shot Crown bottles from the bar and two cubes of ice. It tasted very good. I guess I wanted the drink and needed enough time to gather my thoughts. I listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. When I heard the shower come on, I had the strongest urge to see if she would allow me to share it with her. The monster moved. I pushed the thought out of my mind, remained in my seat and continued sipping my whiskey.
She came out in another ten minutes. She sat at the vanity and began drying her hair. She had pretty hair. It wasn’t spun from yellow gold like Linda’s but closer to what I would call dirty blonde. It was shorter than Linda’s was. It was still long enough for a ponytail. She was styling it with a part in the middle and letting it cascade over her shoulders. It was a nighty-night bedtime style. Her eyes were a pale blue. They twinkled in the vanity’s light. For me, it was like looking into a thin mist at sea.
She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt with a Kansas State University logo featuring a picture of their wildcat mascot. The shirt was long enough to cover her ass but barely. She was displaying the same look as Linda wearing one of my dress shirts. It was a very sexy look. Subconsciously, I knew she had done this on purpose.
I thought, “Damn Luke, there is something wrong with you. You should be trying to fuck yourself blind with this girl.” The monster moved.
I asked, “Did you go to college at K-State?”
She answered, “Yes. I graduated at the end of the last semester. I stayed there and hung out with my boyfriend. He is going to graduate in May. He had finals coming up and I knew that I would be a distraction, so I told him I would take a vacation. I came here.” She paused and then said, “He is so sweet and I enjoyed our affair but we aren’t in love. I left him a note. I am not going back to him.”
I was trying to take my mind off her lithe young body. I asked, “What did you study?”
She continued with her hair. She said, “My degree is in business administration. I was heavy in economics. I figured I could take that in several directions if need be. My second field of study was in crop plant genetics. My dad grows corn. I want to help him perfect a new strain that he is working on.”
I fucked-up. I asked the wrong question. I asked, “What kind of job do you have lined up here?”
She tilted her head and looked at me. She had the most devilish glint in her eye. She laid her hairbrush down and turned the dryer off. She rose and walked to the table where her handbag was and retrieved a business card from it. She came to me and sat in my lap as she handed me the card.
I was surprised but pleasantly so. She fit perfectly there and it was nice to hold her. I looked at the card. I thought Kandi was going to stick her tongue in my ear but she didn’t. The card was that of a madam that ran an escort service.
I said, “Kandi, this isn’t any better than what that Mexican boy had in mind for you. Do you not understand that this bitch is going to want you to have sex with her clients for money? She will also drug you to bend you to her will.”
She giggled sweetly and whispered in my ear, “Uncle Luke, She won’t have to. I’ve always wanted to be a hooker.” Then she stunned me even more. She said, “I want you to be my first customer.” I was speechless. She continued, “For the standard five hundred dollar fee, you can take me to that bed and have me any way you want me, right now.”
Something snapped in my mind. My whole field of view turned red. I was crazy inside. I thought, “My favorite little virgin niece in the whole world wants to commit incest with me for money. Maybe I was thinking of her as the daughter I never had. She had surprised me. I had definitely misread her. My mind was undeniably blown.
I snatched her off my lap and twisted her around. I flopped her face down across my lap and held her there. I let her shirt ride up and expose her beautiful young ass. I popped her hard with my open hand. She screamed and tried to fight me. I held her in place and popped her again.
One thing I like about these high-end hotel rooms is they are soundproof. No one is going to hear her screams. I spanked her harder and longer than I have ever spanked anyone in my life. I hurt her on purpose. I intended to hurt her and I wanted to hurt her more than I did. Still, even in this state of anger, I was careful not to injure her.
I tossed her on the floor and told her not to move or she would get some more. She was crying openly but wiping the tears away and trying to stop. I made myself another drink.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I said, “Ella, I’m never going to call you Kandi again. You are not Kandi. You are Ella, Ella Mitchell. You are a sweet, young, corn-fed, country girl from Kansas. You will be like a fish out of water here.” I paused and then continued, “I know that you are going to do whatever you want after you leave here but you are going to listen to what I have to say before you go.”

I caught my breath and said, “You are making some piss poor career decisions. Being a hooker is not the fun sexy thing you think it is going to be. It will ruin your life. A month from now, you won’t even want to have sex.”
I continued, “Worse than that, you will always be in danger. There are some seriously damaged souls out there and hookers have to deal with them. You will have Johns that will fuck you and refuse to pay. That will get you an ass whipping from your pimp. Others will fuck you and then they will want to hurt you. Some will be worse than others. You will have an encounter where you will wind up in a hospital with serious injuries. There is at least one sick son of a bitch out there, who will fuck you, cut your heart out for a souvenir and then dump your body beside the road. Read up on how many hookers disappear in this country every year.”
I took a breath and continued, “Being a security officer officer is touted as being the most dangerous occupation. That’s bullshit. I was a cop for two years when I was younger. We lost more young hookers than we did cops by far.”
I paused and then said, “The spanking you just got is nothing. Your uncle in Kansas that loves you would have given you far worse if you had shown him that card.”
She sniffled and said, “No Luke. My Uncle Lee would never spank me. Your spanking was more like what my father would do. He loves me more than anyone.”
I said, “Ella, you should get on a bus in the morning and go back to Kansas where you have family and those powerful men that love you. They will protect you. You would have a much better life there. If you are alone in this world, especially in this city, you will just be a prey animal. You will be eaten alive.”
I pulled out my money clip and peeled five one hundred dollar bills off into my hand. I folded them in half. I handed them to her and said, “Here is the money you asked for. I’m going to consider it payment for the privilege of spanking your cute bottom.”
I said, “Earlier tonight, I entertained the thought of having sex with you. Sex is my favorite pastime. Sharing it with you would have been extra special to an old man like me. I’m out of the mood now. I want you to get dressed, gather your things, give my key back and get out of my room.”
She sniffled again and got to her feet. She looked at me as she tried to rub the sting out of her bottom. She said, “Really? You want me to leave.”
I said, “Yes, I do. I hope you will take that money, rent a room for the night and buy yourself a ticket for home tomorrow. There really isn’t much of a future for you here.” A moment later, I had one more thought. I said, “Give sex a special place in your heart. Share it only with people that deserve to have you. If you make yourself a public cum dump, you will ruin your life. Think about what a disappointment you will be to the people that love you. You are certainly a disappointment to me and I barely know you.”
She began to move around the room gathering her things. I watched her dress. The monster moved. In my mind, he berated me for kicking her out.
She left and I took a cold shower just to settle myself down. I dressed in the bottom half of a set of flannel pajamas. That’s my custom when I travel alone, in case I wind up in a room with a housekeeper or a bellhop. I finished my drink and went to bed.
I lay there in thought for a minute or two. I felt good about the spanking and I felt good about giving her the money. It would at least, give her a chance. I had little hope for her fate. Tears welled up in my eyes while I thought about her. I thought, “What a waste of such a precious young girl.” I thought, “God knew better than to give me a daughter. I would have protected her way beyond what the law allows. I would have probably wound up in prison and she would have grown into a woman anyway.”
Half an hour passed. There came a rapping, tapping at my chamber door. I had been asleep. The knock on my door had induced a dream of Edgar Allen Poe’s raven. I’ve had that dream before. I came mostly awake, got out of bed and answered the door by reflex. Ella was back.
I became fully aware of her instantly. Surprise induced a weak adrenalin rush in me. She gently pushed me back a couple steps, came into the room and closed the door behind her. She dropped her baggage and started talking. She said, “You spanked me and you had your say. It’s my turn now.” She took a breath and continued, “I checked the bus schedule. I need to be at the bus station at ten in the morning. I want you to make sure I catch that bus safely.”
I didn’t respond and she kept talking. She said, “I don’t want to spend your money on another room when you have a king-sized bed here. I will feel better if you hold me while we sleep anyway. You need to stop thinking about me as if I’m the weak little virgin girl that needs protecting. Sex is one of my favorite things too. I’m a grown woman and the proverbial farmer’s daughter for Christ’s sake. I want you to get back in the mood so you can have sex with me. You are one of those people that deserve to have me and sex is the only gift I have to give you.” I will never sell my body. I will always remember the wonderful man that spanked me to get my attention and then made me understand why I shouldn’t.”
She stepped in close to me and wrapped my neck in her arms. She stood on her toes and pulled me down to kiss her. It was our first kiss. It was a sweet kiss with emotion flowing both ways between us. Her demeanor and her assertive behavior quickly excited me. I knew that she was about to light up my life for the next several hours. She had won her argument when she told me she was going home. That had made me very happy.
The monster moved and a picture of Linda’s Uncle Gus came to my mind. He had been my mentor when I was young. He was spouting another of his pearls of wisdom. He said, “It is a sin against nature to leave a willing woman un-fucked.” I knew I wasn’t going to be guilty of that. I helped Ella out of her clothes.
In the next moment, she was naked on her knees in front of me. She pulled on the tag end of the tie on my pajamas and then tugged them down to puddle at my feet. When she looked up, she had a very hard seven-inch cock standing upright in front of her face. It looked a lot bigger when she captured it in her small hands.
She mumbled, “Oh my God.” She looked up and locked eyes with me. The demure smile on her face was impulsive. Her tongue snaked out and licked the tip just before she took the first few inches into her mouth. She sucked and teased me with her tongue. She continued to look into my eyes. Her misty blues twinkled in the dim light and she giggled around my cock with unsuppressed delight. I got a distinct impression that she had done this before. My trepidations about fucking this pretty girl that was half my age dissipated like smoke in the wind. She was the aggressor.
I held her in place and began to fuck her face. She sucked me aggressively. I pushed to the top of her throat and she gagged. I backed off and let myself be content with the attention she was giving me with her mouth. I thought, “Someone else can teach her to deep throat. I’m only going to have her for this one night and I can be happy with her oral skills as they are.” I really wanted to be inside her sweet young pussy anyway.
I pulled her up and had to drag her off my cock. I tossed her gently to her back on the bed and then pinned her there with the weight of my own body. I lay on top of her and gazed into her eyes until she focused on me.
I asked, “Do we need to talk about this before it happens?”
She answered, “Oh hell no. I want you to do me before you have a chance to change your mind. Right now, Luke. Do me right now.” She whispered, “I take my pills, I won’t get pregnant.” She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me.
I could sense the want and the need in her but there wasn’t any heat. Her intent was to give herself to me as a gift but she wasn’t expecting anything in return. I thought, “That’s not the way I do things.” I wanted far more than the quickie she was offering.
I took control. That’s in my nature. I would have done it anyway. I became the power behind our sweet kisses. I let my tongue dance with hers and I made the action take place inside her mouth. I wanted her to know that I planned a much more serious penetration and possession of her young body. She understood.
She was a stranger to me and I didn’t know what it would take to turn her on. I tried to tune in to her body language. I knew that she would subconsciously give me hints as to what she needed.
I let my hands begin the exploration of her body as we kissed. I slowly searched out the sweet spots that are common to all women. I would take time later to seek out her private erogenous zones that are specific to her body alone. Most women have those too.
I spent some time with her breasts. I wet my finger in her mouth. She sucked it as if it was a little bitty dick. That was a second indication that she was orally inclined. She considered her mouth to be a sex organ. I already knew that from her previous actions.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth and teased it. A few seconds later, I touched her clitoris with my wet finger. She physically caught her breath and her movements under me became familiar. She spread herself a bit wider and opened her body to me. Most women express total surrender to their lovers sometime during foreplay. It is usually an involuntary act. It is the point where all resistance fades away. It had happened more quickly with Ella than I had expected. Actually, there had been no resistance in the first place.
I owned her now. All I had to do was entice her to tell me how to help her cum and then I could take my pleasure with her. She wasn’t going to tell me verbally. We were strangers and inside she was a bashful little girl. Her body would tell me though. All I had to do was find the proper way to ask the question.
I spent the next fifteen minutes loving her slowly with my fingers and my tongue. I found several ways to draw a response from her. I spent extra time with those things. She began to relax and I felt her start to enjoy herself. Confidence grew in me. I knew that everything was going to work out.
I wet my finger that had been teasing her clit in my own mouth. I slipped it inside her sweet pussy. Her bottom rose from the bed to meet that initial penetration of her most secret spot. She moaned. I kissed her.
She was moist but not wet. That surprised me. Pussy is usually very wet by this time in the progression of events. I pulled my finger out of her and gave it a better coating of my own saliva. I used it to search for and find her G-spot. I touched and then massaged her there. That drew a flinch and a gasp from her. Her response was from surprise. I realized that she didn’t know about that special place inside her. I kissed her and backed away from it. I would save that for later. I could use it to my advantage. I thought, “She won’t know what hit her.”
I went back to her clit with my finger and then a moment later sucked it into my mouth. I licked it and sucked on it. Her bottom came off the bed again. She used her hands to draw me tighter into her slit and began slowly to fuck my face. She said, “M-m-m-m-m.”
That was when I felt her heat begin to rise. I thought, “It’s about time.” Her body started to produce the juices that we would need for lubrication. It happened slowly. She didn’t gush but she did become very wet in the next few minutes. I ate her and massaged her breast. She fucked my face and moaned.
She had a baby orgasm. I felt it run through her body like a jolt of electricity. She gasped and held her breath for a few seconds. She became more energetic in her movements. Her body was demanding more from me. I slipped my finger inside and touched her G-spot again. I teased it and then toyed with it. Deep and mournful love sounds came out of her.
She begged for my cock. She said, “I’m going to cum. I need your cock inside me. Fuck me, Luke. Please fuck me with your cock.” From there she went into crazy-woman mode. She bucked under me and screamed. I was thankful for the soundproofing again.
I thought she might injure me. She was banging her pubic mound into my face. I forcefully held her in place. I ate her and caressed her G-spot. Her orgasm rocked her world, as they say. Her sweet pussy gushed nectar now. I love pussy juice. She quit begging for cock and lost herself in ecstasy. I continued eating her until she quit moving and released me.
My intent had been to fuck her and make her cum again as I took her for my pleasure. The monster was demanding his due. I had to modify the plan. Her orgasm had been far more powerful than I had anticipated. She didn’t have anything left. She lay limply in my arms. Fucking her now would be like having sex with a dead person. I had to allow her time for recovery.
I drew her close to me and cuddled with her. I gave her fifteen minutes or a little more.
She whispered, “We wasted it, Uncle Luke.” I squeezed her tighter but didn’t respond verbally. She said, “I’m not a multi-girl. That was my only orgasm for the night. I wanted your cock inside me.”
I said, “That was no waste, Sweetheart. That was a very powerful orgasm. I can still feel the tingle inside you.”
She replied, “I am still tingling but you got left out.”
I chuckled and said, “You can’t leave me out. I’m going to try to fuck your brains out sometime in the next few minutes.” She giggled. I asked, “Do you want to know a secret?” I felt her nod against my shoulder. I said, “You are going to have another wonderful orgasm while I have mine.” I kissed her so that we didn’t have to talk any more. I hoped that I wasn’t letting my mouth overload my ass. I was depending on her G-spot and an ability that she didn’t know she had.
I started over with her. Things progressed more rapidly than before. In just a few minutes, I had her clit in my mouth and I was toying with the magic place inside her. It was easier to turn on the heat this time. I felt the jolt of another baby orgasm. After that, Ella started to believe what I had told her. A second jolt passed through her. I could feel the big one begin deep inside her. It was coming easier than I thought it would. Ella made it easier. I told her that all she had to do was believe, relax and let it happen.
Her orgasm continued to rise within her. It was very near the surface when she began to beg. “She whispered, “Don’t waste this one. It really is going to happen. Fuck me with your cock. Please, I need it right now.”
I crawled up and found the entrance to her little girl’s body. The monster, with her help, found his way inside. He easily slipped in all the way to the hilt. Her sweet pussy was tight but extremely slippery inside. She was deeper than I expected. We fit together perfectly. I did touch bottom but only after she had engulfed my entire length. I was completely inside her. I could have forced more cock into her if I had more.
Her orgasm welled up and consumed her almost immediately. The sweet sounds that she made and the powerful contractions of her pussy dragged me over the edge. I fucked her very hard and with no real regard for her comfort or safety. My cock throbbed as powerful jets of cum erupted from me. I paused with each spasm to leave my offering at her deepest place. I lost myself in the moment and used her for my own gratification. I fucked her very hard. I knew I was hurting her but only a little. I thought, “Extagony.”
Both of us sank into a state of euphoria. We wadded our bodies up together and basked in it. Time goes by so slowly when you savor every second of it. Holding her close to me was such a wonderful experience. I felt privileged.
Fifteen minutes passed. She recovered more quickly than I did. Even when they are small and young, women are far more powerful sexually than men are. She said, “I need a bath.”
I said, “Stay here with me. We can bathe in the morning.”
She said, “I can’t, Luke. I guess you could call me a clean freak but I want a shower.” I released my hold on her and let her escape. I wanted a shower too. My reputation has always been that of a clean freak. I thought, “She is a kindred spirit.”
I listened until I heard the shower come on. I wondered if she would allow me to share it with her. I had wondered that same thing once earlier in the evening. This time I went to find out.
She smiled broadly and welcomed me enthusiastically. She positioned me under the stream to make me wet and then held me close. She nestled her face into my chest and p-u-r-r-e-d sweetly. At length, she said, “Luke, I’ve never experienced anything like that. I am still tingling inside.” She slowly rubbed her pussy against my thigh. The warm water ran over us. We shared another sweet kiss.
She stepped back and rubbed shampoo into my hair. We took turns washing each other. We had small erotic interactions but for some reason, the monster seemed disinterested. He just hung there. Ella handled him several times and kissed him once. There was no response. She said, “I think I’ve killed him.” I laughed with her and assured her that he would recover. I knew she wouldn’t believe how soon.
In twenty minutes, we were dry and back in bed together. I asked, “What did you mean when you said that you had never experienced anything like our earlier encounter?”
She answered, “I’ve never had two orgasms in one session. My previous lovers have just been boys compared to you.” She paused and asked, “Do you want to hear the whole truth?”
I said, “Yeah, I do. It might be important.”
She said, “I rarely have one orgasm during intercourse.” I didn’t respond. She said, “I can make myself have nice orgasms but it seems that no one else can. A second later, she giggled. She said, “Except you.”
I drew her close and held her. She snuggled closer, nibbled and sucked on one of my nipples. The monster moved and demonstrated that he was recovering. He began to swell. In truth, I understood what she was saying. I had been with a woman once who couldn’t cum. I thought, “This one just hasn’t learned how to let it happen. Her younger lovers didn’t know how to help her. It is almost impossible for me to have more than one without some recovery time. I have had two on rare occasions. I thought, “I definitely want some more of this girl.”
I whispered into her ear, “Do you want another one?”
She giggled as if I was joking and said, “We need to sleep.”
I replied, “You can sleep on the bus tomorrow and I have a long plane ride.” I asked, “Why don’t you fly home? You could be there in a few hours instead of two days.”
She answered, “I’m afraid to fly. I certainly couldn’t go by myself.” She asked, “Are you going home tomorrow, back to your wife? I noticed your ring.”
I answered, “My wife is here in town. Tomorrow we are going home together.”
She asked, “Where is she tonight?”
I thought and decided to tell Ella the truth. I said, “She is spending the night with her new boyfriend.”
Ella rose to rest on an elbow. She peered into my eyes and said, “If you belonged to me, I wouldn’t have time or a need for a boyfriend.”
I didn’t want to go into much detail. I replied, “Well, we were monogamous for over twenty years. We became a bit bored with each other and opened our marriage a couple of years ago. We allow each other some freedom from our vows sometimes.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Ella said, “Let me guess. She went off with her new guy and you went hunting for a friend of your own.”

I said, “Yeah, that’s pretty close to what happened.”
She laid her head back on my shoulder, giggled and said, “You chose me.”
I said, “You turned out to be a damn good choice after we got over our differences.” I opted not to tell her she was my second choice. I kissed her forehead. She giggled.
The monster was awake. He was talking to me. He said, “Hey, Boss. Let’s do her one more time before we sleep.” He was semi-erect already. I knew he would get very hard if I needed him to.
Ella whispered, “I’m very glad that I let you pick me up. I made it easy for you, you know. I knew I wanted to sleep with you when you ran that creep away from my table.” She found the monster and held him in her hand. She kissed me and I made him jerk for her. She giggled. She asked, “Were you serious about giving me another orgasm?”
I answered, “Yes ma’am.” I chuckled and said, “As a matter of fact, I’ve thought about it some more. I’ve decided that you aren’t going to have any say in the matter. It’s going to happen and I’ll force fuck you if need be.”
She giggled and snuggled closer to me. She said, “That won’t be necessary but I can see where I might enjoy that.” She was loosening up. It was easier for her to talk to me.
I stuck my finger in her mouth and said, “Make this wet for me.” She sucked and licked it all over. It was a sensuous thing. I thought seriously about sticking my dick in her mouth but I didn’t. The monster became a bit more attentive to her.
I rolled her to her back and lay on my side beside her. I wet her clit with my finger and taunted her some. She giggled and cooed. I tried to slip the same finger inside her. She was dry. She had douched and washed all her lubricant away. I hadn’t counted on that. My finger was wet enough for me to get two inches inside. I rubbed some of her spit on her G-spot and plunked her magic-twanger a few times.
I felt her react. She squirmed and her butt came off the bed. She was trying to get more of my finger inside her. I kissed her and then spent a moment sucking her titties. I took my finger out of her and gently tormented her love button with it. Her pussy began to orbit my finger. She wanted more.
The next time I checked, there was significantly more moisture inside her. I knew then that I could make this work. I kissed her again to take her attention and snuck up on her rough spot. I touched her there and she flinched internally. I felt a solid involuntary twitch in her abdomen. Her breath came in ragged gasps. She became noticeably wetter as I played with her. A weak mini orgasm flowed through her like a wave. She accepted that small pleasure with a deep groan. I was successful in giving her another one. She made more love sounds.
I could tell that she was losing it mentally. She cooed and moaned. She whispered love words to me and she began to give me instructions. I followed them to the letter. In two more minutes, I felt pussy juice ooze out of her into the palm of my hand. Penetration was possible any time now. The monster became very excited. He got hard like a hammer’s handle. We were both ready. My ego swelled. I was very proud of myself.
I rolled on top of her. She surrendered to me. I didn’t make her beg this time. I felt her open herself to receive me. I positioned my cock at her opening and pushed the head inside. I hesitated for one long second and then gently thrust into her tight depths in one motion. She was very wet. She met my thrust and I stroked her one time to seat myself properly. All motion stopped after that stroke. I kissed her and gave her a few moments to get used to having me inside her. Neither of us was close to the edge but I intended for this to last a long time.
I fucked her slowly with long strokes. She rolled and pitched to help accommodate me. Soon we were in harmony as if we had been lovers for years. I knew I could fall in love with this sweet tight pussy and the little girl that came with it. Maybe I already had.
She wrapped her legs around me and I fucked her. We stayed in this simple missionary position until she asked to be on top. I rolled us over and she took control. She planted her knees on either side of me. She sat upright and gently fucked me with a rocking motion of her hips. I lay still and enjoyed her efforts. She fucked me this way for a long time.
Her pretty boobs were dancing in the air above me. Her hair was in her face and moving to the rhythm of her movements. I reached up, caressed her breasts for a minute, and then twisted one of her nipples. She yelped and I twisted it a bit harder. She lay down on my chest and whispered, “I am going to cum. Help me.”
I felt the first contraction in her pussy. It was powerful. I hadn’t known her Kegel muscles were that strong and then I realized she just hadn’t learned to use them. What I had felt was involuntary. I thought, “She has so much to learn. I wish I could be the one to teach her.”
I rolled her onto her back and fucked her a bit harder with short deep strokes. I positioned her so that I worried her G-spot with every thrust. Her orgasm washed easily over her. She was very quiet this time and she met my thrusts with coordinated thrusts of her own.
I let myself cum just so I could feel close to her. My cock throbbed inside her. There wasn’t much juice left in me but I gave her what I had. My spasms were dry long before my orgasm was over. I rolled off her and onto my back. She rolled with me to her side and held me in her arms. She was resting easily and breathing deeply. We hadn’t worked very hard for that one but it had been a long time in coming.
She giggled and whispered, “That was the best one yet. It was soft and sweet.” She paused and continued, “I had a terrible thought. I might never see you again after tomorrow.” She said, “May I go home with you. I promise to be good. I will hide from your wife but I will always be around if you need someone to spank or fuck.” She giggled.
It was definitely sleepy time now. It was very late and I was spent. I’m sure she was too. I said, “Hey, Clean Freak, are we going to shower again?”
She responded with a giggle and slid out of my arms and out of my bed. The space around me seemed suddenly big and empty. I wanted to sleep. I lay there and drifted in that direction until I heard water running in the shower. I got up and went to her. We kept our hair dry and just quickly rinsed. In ten minutes, we were back in bed together.
I gathered her into my spoon and she snuggled close to me. She said, “I feel safe when you hold me.”
I was drifting toward sleep and didn’t answer her but I did squeeze her a bit tighter. She cooed for me.
Out of the blue, she asked, “How old are you?”
I whispered, “Forty-four.”
She said, “You’re not old enough to be my father. He is forty-six.”
I chuckled at her comment. I felt her slip into sleep. It was if I had flipped a switch. I enjoyed holding her a bit closer for another few minutes and then I followed her.
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An over extended bladder brought me to wakefulness. The clock said it was seven minutes past seven. Ella was still wrapped in my spoon just as I had left her. I tried to get out of bed without waking her. I wasn’t entirely successful. She purred, stretched and then curled up again in her warm spot.
I made sure that she was covered properly and then I went to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and took time to shave so I wouldn’t have to do it later. Today was a travel day.
I went back to bed. Ella was awake. She kissed my cheek and took her turn in the bathroom. She returned in ten minutes and nestled in close to me. She tasted of peppermint when I kissed her.
She said, “I have to be at the bus station before eleven.”
I asked, “How much before eleven?”
She replied, “The bus leaves at a quarter after. I have to have enough time to buy a ticket and get my bag aboard.”
I said, “Ten-thirty will be plenty of time. We’ve got time for a quickie.” I rolled her to her back and kissed her. I touched her clit with my finger. I slipped my finger inside her. She was already wet.
She had an explanation for that. She said, “I was dreaming about you.” She spread her legs enough to give me better access and giggled for me. I kissed her again.
She broke the kiss. She whispered, “Let me suck it, Uncle Luke. I will make you very hard.”
I was already very hard but I gave in anyway. Her mouth was a wonderful thing. She felt me move closer to the edge. She looked up at me and let my cock slip out of her mouth. She continued to caress him in her hand. She whispered, “Cum in my mouth if you want to.”
I didn’t want to. I wanted some pussy. I manhandled her into position and stuffed my cock into her rather forcefully.
She moaned and whispered, “Oh, Luke.” She sounded just like Linda.
A picture of Jerry stuffing his cock into Linda’s pussy formed in my mind. I watched him fuck her for a few seconds. I am a voyeur after all.
I fucked Ella very hard. Sweet love sounds bubbled out of her. The erotic undulations of her young body and her tight slippery pussy drew me very close to the edge very quickly. I fucked her still harder.
She whispered in my ear. She said, “My orgasm has started. I can feel it building in my tummy. It’s as if you have made me pregnant. It’s like your baby growing there.” She said, “Don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Hurt me like you did last night.”
I found what I needed to fuck her harder. I wanted her to cum because I was going to very soon. I could feel both her heartbeat and my own pulse in my cock. I rose up and looked between our bodies. I watched my cock pound her young sweet pussy. She begged for more.
I looked into her face and saw sweet contortions in it. Her orgasm hit her as if I had slapped that pretty face. Her dreamy blue eyes popped open wide and her mouth formed an, “O.” She screamed. I fucked her hard.
My first spasm surprised me. Ella was bucking, rolling and pitching under me in her ecstasy. Her undulations were violent and she was making a lot of noise. She was making it difficult for me to stay inside her. I used my superior strength to hold her down and in place. I fucked her. I used her for the time that my throbbing cock needed to empty my body. I pounded her. I knew that I was hurting her. I didn’t care. The little girl had asked for it. I could feel ashamed of myself later.
I came back to my senses a moment after it was over. I was on my back and Ella was lying on her side facing me. Her head was propped up on an elbow and she was looking into my face with the same impish grin that I had seen before. She had a leg dbangd over me and she was rubbing her wet pussy against my thigh.
She said, “I’m hungry.” After a short pause, she said, “That un-fuckin’ believable quickie only took ten minutes. Do we have time for breakfast?”
I looked at the clock. It was thirteen minutes until eight. I thought, “Forty minutes since I first woke up.” I answered her question, “If we hurry.” I was hungry too.
She kissed my cheek and slid out of bed. She started for the bathroom and then looked back at me. She said, “Give me a few minutes then come wash my back.”
I thought, “Linda has said those very words to me many times.” Another picture of Linda and Jerry came into my mind. This time he was eating her pussy. I wasn’t jealous but I felt a need to be with Linda.
I let my attention come back to Ella. I watched her spritely young body disappear quickly into the bathroom. That, “Un-fuckin’ believable quickie,” that we just shared had used me up. I was amazed at the energy she displayed. I thought, “They are just stronger than we are.”
I lay back and relaxed. I let the after-glow of our, “Un-fuckin’ believable quickie,” envelope me. I lay there in a state of bliss until I heard the water running in the shower. I didn’t want to get up. I continued to lie in bed while I slowly counted backward from ten. Then I did it again. When I reached zero the second time, I forced myself to my feet.
I felt better after our shower. At straight up nine o’clock, we were ready to leave. I left a tip for the housekeeper and we took everything with us. We stopped by the desk and checked out. We walked to the bus station. It was only two and a half blocks but it was in the opposite direction from the hotel where my other room was. We enjoyed the leisurely stroll and talked as we walked.
We took care of business first at the bus station. Ella purchased her ticket and checked her suitcase through to be loaded on the bus. We carried our small bags with us. We walked next door to the attached restaurant. It looked clean and was up-scale from what I had expected. We had a choice of a buffet style breakfast or we could sit and order. The buffet appeared to be more for less, so Ella steered me in that direction. She was frugal even when she had a pocket full of money. The food was good and I ate too much. Ella took longer but she ate more than I did.
We talked. I asked, “What is your plan for when you get home?”
She replied, “My first boyfriend is there. I thought about him after you chewed my ass out last night. He is a strong powerful man. He is working his father’s farm. He will inherit it. He has loved me since we were in the second grade. I have always known that I love him too. He is the one that I should be with.” She paused and said, “He was my first lover. We started having sex when we were fifteen. Neither of us knew what we were doing. Our sex wasn’t very good but it did improve some as time went by. If I can teach him to fuck like you do, I’m going to marry him.”
I chuckled and shook my head at her.
She said, “I mean it. I will sleep with him at night and make as many babies for him as he wants. I will inherit part of my father’s farm and combine it with his. I will use my education to help him prosper. I will have a wonderful life with him just as my mother has with my father.”
I said, “That is a radical change from the plans you had before.”
She looked at me and smiled. She said, “You mean the hooker thing. I just intended for that to be a “wild-oats” thing. It was only supposed to last for a month or so. I just wanted the experience.” After a pause, she whispered, “You are the best of all my wild-oat adventures.”
She continued, “I’ve always known that eventually, I would go home to Jimmy.” She paused and said, “Your spanking made me realize that I was in over my head here and playing in a game where I didn’t understand the rules. I was playing with fire. I think you might have saved my life. I wouldn’t have been able to leave here without the money you gave me.”
I replied, “Well, I won’t take that much credit but I’m very glad that you are going home.”
She moved around the booth and sat beside me. She said, “The other thing your spanking did was make my butt sore.” She giggled and kissed my cheek. She whispered, “My pussy is a bit sore too.” We laughed together on that one.
The time came for me to put her on the bus. On the way there, we passed a little gift shop. We took a minute to go in. I bought a small pillow for her to use on the bus. It had a short poem about memories of love printed on it. I told her it was for her sore butt. She bought a necklace for me. It was a small and inexpensive crystal prism on a stainless steel chain. It would have been appropriate for a ten-year-old girl to wear. Sunlight danced in it and came out split into the colors of a rainbow. Ella didn’t understand the science behind it. She just thought it was magic. It was pretty. I knew I wouldn’t wear it after today but I would keep it forever.
We walked on. She handed me a handwritten note. She said, “This is my father’s name and phone number. The code word there is, “Spitfire.” If you say that word, he will know that it is all right to tell you how to get in touch with me. He will always know.”
I walked her up to the bus. She looked up at me and a tear rolled out of her eye. She asked, “Can I have a good-bye kiss?”
I gathered her into my arms and kissed her. She snuggled into my chest for the last time. She whispered, “I will keep my memory of you in a special place in my heart. If you ever call me, I will come to you, Uncle Luke. No matter what, I will always love you.”
I thought, “Barb’s niece, Peggy, had said those same words to me.” I pictured her in my mind. Then I thought of Sandy. She was my youngest lover. She used those words too. The three of them stood together holding hands. They were smiling at me. They were three beautiful young women that had all deigned to share themselves with me. I thought about how lucky I was.
Ella climbed onto the bus, took a window seat close to the driver and next to an older woman. She had followed my instructions explicitly. She should be safe enough there.
She touched the window with her open hand and I placed my hand on the outside of the glass. We said, “Good-bye.” The sea mist in her eyes condensed into a few tears that trickled down her cheeks. A minute later, the bus pulled out and she was gone.
I watched as long as the bus was still in sight. I didn’t expect to see her again but I knew that I would keep her father’s phone number.
Linda became most important to me. It was after eleven. I knew that she would be in our room by now. I found a phone booth on the street just outside the station. I called our room. She answered and I told her I was on my way. I sensed some anxiety in her voice. She said that she was okay and for me to hurry. I decided I could save a few minutes if I took a cab. I waved at the nearest one on the line and he came to me. Linda and I hung up and ten minutes later, I walked into our room.
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Linda has told the story from here.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hall Pass (53) Some Time to Ourselves

By: LewdLuke
It was the last Friday in March and I was driving my little TR3 on the way home from work. On the Last Friday of each month, Linda and I usually go dancing at the club. Due to our latest adventure in Atlantic City, we had decided to skip it this month. We had recently become lax in observing our hall pass rules but we had agreed to try to get back on track. We had been a bit too active in the last couple of months. Both of us needed to kick back a little, or maybe, a lot. I was looking forward to a quiet weekend at home. In fact, I intended to take the complete month of April as a recovery period. I wanted to spend some time with Linda and make it extra special if I could.
We were planning to go to Scotland in May to see Bobby, Michelin and their new baby. I anticipated some hanky-panky on that trip. I knew that Linda wanted to spend some time with Bobby and I certainly wanted to be with Michelin. In my mind, I could hear the lilt of her Highlander accented voice. I became aroused every time I thought of her.
On the same trip, Linda wants to meet Eric and Anne Littleton in Paris for a couple of days. Eric is a young Scott that Linda had met two years ago. They have felt a strong attraction for each other. Linda has nicknamed him Lancelot, after King Author's Knight of the Round Table. I know that she has promised to spend some time in his bed. I gave her a pass to be with him last year but it didn't work out. That pass is still valid and I know that Linda protects it as if it were a treasure.
I think of Anne as, "Anne with a silent E." She is Eric's sister and she could play the part of a Viking Princess in a Hollywood movie. I think of her that way. She and I have never slept together but we have made some seriously lewd promises to each other. I chuckled to myself and thought, "I'm going to lose some weight on this trip."
I drove through our gate and parked in the barn. I thought that I wouldn't need the little sports car over the weekend and I liked to keep it out of the sunlight and the rain as much as I could.
The barn is about fifty yards from the house. When I started walking that way, I heard Linda call to me. She said, "Wait." I looked up to see her walking toward me. On her arrival, she kissed me then said, "We need to take one of the four-wheelers back to the house. I want you to take me up to High Point. We can watch the sunset and count the stars after dark." She paused and then said, "You can clean-up, kick back and have a drink while I finish making dinner. We can eat before we go."
High Point is the highest elevation on our small ranch. It is one of our special places. We go there when we have the need to be very close. I wanted to be close this weekend. High Point would be a good place to start.
The weather was perfect. It was very clear, very dry and the temperature was in the middle seventies. I liked the idea and told her so. I knew it would be cooler after dark. I hitched up the small utility trailer to the four-wheeler so we could carry some firewood up the hill. We rode to the house.
I decided to shower and change clothes before kicking back with a drink and letting myself unwind. My day at work had been productive, so I was in good spirits. I knew Linda's company would enhance my mood even more.
In our approach to High Point, the last hundred yards or so is the most difficult. When we come here on horseback, we always dismount and walk them up this last incline. The terrain here is steepest and there is some loose stone on the slope. We never bring the horses here at night, or if we plan to stay after dark.
The little Honda four-wheeler is much better here. I kicked it into four-wheel drive and low gear. It just crawled slowly up the hill and took us to the flat spot on top with no strain.
Linda spread our blanket at our usual lookout spot and I unloaded our drink cooler and the firewood. I opted not to start the fire. It might be that we don't need it for warmth and we both enjoy the dark more on a clear night. The stars seemed to shine brighter if there is no firelight.
I poured a glass of wine for Linda and popped a bottle of beer for me. We sat together on the blanket and made ourselves comfortable. The Sun was already near the horizon in the western sky but sundown was still twenty minutes away. Shadows on the land below us had become very long. Twilight was upon us.
We used the field glasses to search for deer along the edges of the winter wheat fields that lay between the Sun and us. We found several groups of them. Winter was over and they all looked well-fed and healthy. There were no little ones yet. They would be born in May.
The Sun sank lower and the shadows became longer and darker. The natural camouflage of the deer was perfect for this time of day when they are most active. They seemed to disappear right before our eyes. Soon they weren't discernable even through our powerful binoculars. The only living things left to watch were the cattle that wandered in the pasturelands. They were coming together into small herds and preparing to bed down for the night.
A very light breeze pushed across our hill. It was a good thing. It was just enough to entice Linda to snuggle up closer to me. I put an arm around her and kissed her forehead. I drew an almost inaudible purr out of her.
The Sun touched the horizon and then quickly sank out of sight. The stars began to pop out in their thousands. The brightest ones became visible first. The Moon had been above the horizon all day. It was higher in the sky than the Sun and still hung there just a bit south of west. It was a crescent, not yet a quarter full. Still, it would add some unwanted light to the night sky. It would sink below the horizon before midnight but I doubted that we would stay out that late.
Linda asked for another glass of wine. I poured it for her. I didn't even want another beer.
After a quiet moment, I asked, "What did you bring me up here to talk about?"
Linda giggled and said, "You always have me figured out, don't you?"
I answered, "Well, we have been hanging out together for a long time. I think I know you pretty well." I paused and said, "Answer my question."
She said, "I have some misgivings about our last escapade. I want to talk about it. Our hobby is getting out of hand. I want to put the brakes on." She said, "Luke, I got so scared when I realized I didn't know where you were or who you were with." She paused and continued, "I thought I had sorted all this out in my mind but I haven't.
I knew she wasn't finished I let her go on.
She said, "When it was over, I felt like such a slut. I decided I wanted to spend a night with Jerry two minutes after I met him. It didn't have anything to do with my bucket list. He just turned me on. I spent two days manipulating you into giving me a pass so I could be with him for a few hours, and then I enjoyed him too much." She sniffled and said, "You took me on the trip so that we could have some time together. I'm so ashamed of myself. Sometimes I am so selfish." She snuggled up to me and hid her face in my shoulder. She whispered, "You knew the whole time that I was up to something. Like always, you let me get away with it so I could have my way."
I asked, "Are you ready to quit swinging?"
She didn't answer for a long time.
I said, "Truth time."
She sat up and looked at me. She said, "No." After a pause, she continued, "I don't see how we can. We have too many people involved in our lives. I'm not ready to give up my friendship with Ed. I know you want something special with Caroline and she is already my friend and yours too, I think." She said, "Barb will always be special to us and what about Peggy?"
I asked, "What about Bobby and Michelin. We are supposed to visit them again in May. I do want to see their baby but you know that's not really what this trip is going to be about."
She said, "I know. I want to be with Bobby again." She said, "Hell, I heard you say Michelin's name in your sleep earlier this week. I know she is on your mind and extra special to you."
I said, "Yeah, and what about Lancelot and the Viking Princess? Do you still want to meet them in Paris?"
She answered, "I still want to meet them but I actually don't much care where. It was Anne that mentioned Paris." She paused and said, "We still have some unfinished business with Walt and Liz too."
I said, "They are lowest on the totem pole."
Linda asked, "How can that be? You and Walt are tied together financially through your business dealings."
I answered, "One thing won't affect the other. They have made new alliances with their friends in Florida as far as swinging goes. They have pretty much moved on already. We will all still be friends and we might want to play together again but they won't be around as much as they have been."
Finally, she said, "Tell me what we should do."
I said, "We are going to lie here together and enjoy this beautiful starry-starry night sky until we see at least one meteor. After that, I'm going to take you home and spend the rest of the weekend holding you and loving you. I'll think about what we have said and figure something out. I think that maybe we should talk to Kay. I agree that we do need to put the brakes on to some extent."
Linda rolled on top of me and kissed me.
I said, "You can't see the stars from there."
She replied, "Yes I can. I always see stars when you kiss me." She giggled.
She rolled off me and snuggled up close with her head nestled into the hollow of my shoulder. I heard her sigh, she threw a leg over me and I felt her body relax beside me. I had experienced this with her before. She had told me what was troubling her. The ball was in my court. She didn't have to think about her problem anymore. It was up to me to find a solution and she would accept whatever I decided. She is a submissive. She hides it pretty well from others but the truth is, she is always completely submissive to me.
She was comfortable and she would sleep now if I let her. On the other hand, she would enthusiastically have sex with me in any manner I chose. I chuckled to myself and decided to let her sleep. I could look at the stars and spend some time thinking while I cuddled with her. It was a beautiful night and I was comfortable too.
In a very few minutes, she was asleep. It wasn't a deep sleep. Maybe she was in that special place between sleep and wakefulness. I could see her eyes moving under their lids. She was dreaming.
Of course, I knew what was happening. Every so often, something triggers feelings of guilt in her. The same thing happens to me sometimes. I think this time it was having too much fun with Jerry. She also feels guilty about being the trollop and slut that she has become. In the sweetest sense of the words, she has definitely become those things. She is highly sexed, more so now than at any other time of her life. She just turned forty and she is in fear of growing old. Kay told me that the sex hormones in her body were more powerful than they have ever been. She thinks of herself as a nymphomaniac. I have come to think of her as a sex-machine. I think of her as a beautiful sex-machine and I wouldn't change her at all, even if I could.
The truth is she has shed her inhibitions against giving herself to other men. If they impress her properly, she can become very receptive to them in a very short time. She says that she isn't bisexual but she will give herself to another woman almost as easily under the right circumstances. As long as she has my permission, these acts of promiscuity are okay in her mind. They are okay in my mind too. Hell, I'm the one who gives her permission. My main goal in life is to make her happy.
Another word popped into my mind, "Cuckold." Am I a cuckold? According to the strictest definition, "A man whose wife strays," I guess I am but then my promiscuity easily eclipses Linda's. These are just words. I think of us as swingers and I love her. We love each other.
A meteor flashed across the sky. It was very small and very fast. It was a streak and then it was gone. Its total period of visibility was less than a tenth of a second. I knew that it was a particle the size of a small pebble moving at a very high speed. I wondered how many people saw it. In all of our billions that live on this planet, I might have been the only one.
I jostled Linda and said, "Hey Baby, I saw our meteor. We can go home now."
She whimpered and replied, "It didn't count. I didn't see it. Hold me and let's stay another few minutes." She snuggled a bit closer and I held her a little tighter. She slipped back into her dream world.
I returned my attention to the stars. I tried to think about the vastness of the Universe. There is no way to comprehend a distance of 13.7 billion light-years but we can see almost that far through our best radio telescopes. In addition, 13.7 billion years is the theoretical abyss of time between the big bang and now. That fact in its self is awe-inspiring. When I was a child, I watched Buck Rodgers and Tom Corbett on TV. Buck was a hero trying to right all the wrongs on Mars and Tom was a space cadet learning all about our solar system. I wanted to grow up and go to space.
I know more about the real universe now. I am happy with my place in it right where I am. I breathe the sweet air of this perfect planet. I have food to eat, water to drink and this beautiful woman lying here beside me to share it all. Who could ask for more? The night sky is beautiful but there are nasty places out there in the void. I'm happy to be right here.
Half an hour later, Linda stirred and said my name. I squeezed her to let her know she had my attention. She spoke softly, "Take me home and crawl in our bed with me."
I knew there wouldn't be any sex tonight. If that was going to happen it would have happened already, right here on this hilltop. It had happened here many times before. We had been fucking like horny little bunnies ever since we got home from Atlantic City. I think she had been trying to make up for the way she had acted. There was no apology needed but then, she had no idea how much fun I had with my one-night love affair with the farmer's daughter. She hadn't asked and I hadn't told her anything beyond the fact that Ella was a very sweet young girl and she had spent the night with me.
Linda's mind was finally at rest after our talk. Her body needed to rest and catch up. I would hold her and let her sleep. The truth was, I needed a night off too. Linda gives me credit for much more stamina than I actually possess. It is very difficult for me to keep up with her some of the time. I took her home.
We snuggled in bed together. I held her in our spoon.
She wiggled her butt as she does and giggled. She whispered, "We can have sex later if you want but try not to wake me."
I pinched the nipple on the boob I was holding. She yelped but then she put her hand over mine and squeezed. She snuggled closer and two minutes later, she was asleep. I wondered if I could fuck her without waking her. It had never happened in the past. I decided that it couldn't be done. I chuckled to myself and then I was asleep.
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I had weird dreams through the night. I dreamed about Michelin. I dreamed about fucking her on the mountain and listening to her love sounds bounce off a rock wall across the small canyon from us. I heard myself chuckle in my sleep. I was such a beautiful dream about an equally beautiful memory.
Suddenly, we were in the bedroom that I used in the Wilkinson manor house. I was on my knees behind Michelin. I was holding her hips in my hands and I was stuffing my cock up her tight ass. The thing that surprised me was, that too was a beautiful dream about another thing that we had done together. I had told Michelin at the time that I would want to do that again. Subconsciously and right up until that moment, I had been unaware that I could enjoy something like that.
I dreamed about Bobby and I double fucking Linda on the bearskin rug in the great room. Bobby took her anally while I was in her sweet pussy. We were giving Linda the double penetration experience that she had asked for on her bucket list. She had happily enjoyed it but what the dream made me realized was how much I had enjoyed helping her live her fantasy. It has always been important for me to make her happy.
The last dream was about Linda's recent nasty experience with Jerry Horn. The latest escapade of hers was undoubtedly the thing that had induced my dreams. I hadn't been present and I knew that I was only imagining what had happened. My dream was vivid. It was as if I had been there mystically. Jerry was holding her in place and fucking her ass without mercy. The apparent violence of the act amazed me and I was truly amazed by how much Linda seemed to enjoy it. This dream startled me to wakefulness.
Linda's place in our bed was empty. There was daylight in our room but I could tell it was still early. I pushed the memory of my dreams out of my thoughts. I listened but there was no sound of Linda's movement anywhere in the house. I could smell coffee. The coffee induced me to get up. I relieved myself in the bathroom and washed my face. I took the time to brush my teeth and then I dressed in sweats for my morning run. I went downstairs.
The coffee was ready in the maker but Linda wasn't in the house. I correctly deduced that she was doing her run around the lake. Our runs are the one thing we don't do together. We run at different speeds.
I put two slices of whole wheat bread in the toaster. I needed something to take the edge off my hunger. I took a cup, coffee, sugar and soft butter to the patio table. The temperature was only a couple degrees cooler than it had been up on the hill last night. I felt good in the sweats.
I returned for the toast when it was finished. I watched Linda through my field glasses while I sipped coffee and ate the buttered toast. She is such a beautiful woman and she has the grace of an impala when she runs. She looks so sexy, even in sweats. Maybe, I should have said, "Especially in sweats." My dick got hard as I watched her.
Presently, she crossed the finish line and broke her run. It was evidently the end of her second lap. She only does two. She stopped and bent over with her hands on her knees and took a few deep breaths. She straightened up, dbangd her towel over her shoulder and began her five-minute walk to the house. She would be properly cooled off by the time she got here.
I went back into the kitchen and acquired another cup and some cream. I had a properly doctored coffee ready for her before she arrived.
Linda walked up. She said, "Good morning, Sweetheart" and kissed my forehead. She sipped her coffee before she sat down and asked, "Did you see the deer?"
I answered, "No, where were they?"
She replied, "I'll see if I can find them for you." She sat her coffee on the table and picked up the binoculars. She leaned over the rail and began to glass the lower part of the lake trail.
It seemed as though several things happened all at once. First, the outline of Linda's cute bottom became visible under her thin sweat pants. I had looked at and appreciated the shape of that sweet ass a thousand times before but this time, it grabbed my complete attention.
Next, the memory of my dreams from the night before surfaced in my mind. I was holding Michelin's hips in my hands as I enthusiastically butt fucked her. I remembered her telling me that I had better bugger Linda before I brought her back to Scotland. Then I remembered that Kay had told me the same thing.
Images of both Bobby and Jerry butt fucking Linda were the next pictures to pop into my head. I had seen Bobby do her up close. I was lying under her with my cock in her pussy while he did it. My mind recounted that event for me in extreme detail and full color.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My imagination formed a vivid illustration of how Jerry had fucked her ass. His use of her was most violent. He was fucking her very hard, both fast and deep. I saw her fingering her clit as she screamed out in ecstasy and begged for more.

I was consumed by a fit of raw, green, jealousy. I raged inside. She belonged to me. For some reason, there was a weird twist in the way I was thinking. I was angry with Linda instead of the two men. I thought, "How dare she give them a part of herself that she had never given me."
I remained sitting outwardly quiet in my chair. My heart pounded in my chest. I could hear my hot blood rushing through my ears. Linda's beautiful ass was all that I could see. I thought, "Lubrication." Bobby had once told me that you could never have enough lubrication. I had used liquid soap with Michelin.
I looked down at the table. I saw the stick of room temperature butter sitting there on its dish. I reached out and stuck the tip of my finger in it. I rubbed it between my thumb and finger. It was very slippery. I licked it off my hand. I heard myself say, "Come here, Pretty Girl."
Linda turned and looked at me. I saw the expression change on her face. She had seen something in my eyes. I think she liked what she saw. Her expression morphed into an impish smirk as she approached me. She giggled and bent to brush her lips against mine.
I stood quickly, captured her in one arm and held her. I wiped everything except the butter off the round glass table. It made a lot of noise and a big mess. I placed a seat cushion on the edge of the table, spun Linda around and forced her belly down over it. I held her petite body there with one hand and stripped her loose pants off her with the other. I tossed them aside and let my own sweats drop to the floor.
I took a hand full of the butter and smeared it against her tight little asshole. She realized what I had in mind as I began to work the butter inside her.
She struggled and said, "Wait, Luke. Let me prepare myself."
I ignored her words and her struggle. I held her in place and continued to grease her bottom on the outside and as deep inside as I could reach. She soon gave up. She submitted as I knew she would. I felt her relax and try to help me. She had accepted her fate. I forced the butter a bit deeper. I took the last of the butter from the dish and coated the entire length of my cock with it. I was very hard. The butter felt so good that I rubbed some of it on my balls too.
I stepped between her legs and kicked her ankles a bit farther apart. She spread herself a little more on her own. I moved her butt cheeks apart and looked down at her tight little star-shaped butt hole. The butter had been reduced to oil by then. The morning sunlight glistened off her. She was slippery in my hands.
I didn't hesitate. I placed the head of my oily cock against her back door and pushed. It opened her and popped past the ring of her sphincter. There had been less resistance than I had expected. She had relaxed totally and helped me.
She spoke to me. She said, "Yes, Luke. Yes, yes, fuck my ass. Go slow and be gentle until you are inside."
I ignored her and shoved my cock in to the hilt in one powerful stroke before I paused. The butter was so slippery. She grunted and then emitted a long mournful sigh. I felt her squeeze my cock. I remembered how tight Michelin had been. Linda was even tighter.
She said, "Luke, give me a minute. I need to become accustomed to this."
I was angry with her. I didn't give her a second. I withdrew about half my shaft and then shoved it back inside her. There wasn't that much resistance. I continued to fuck her. I made each stroke a little longer and a bit more forceful. She took what I gave her and I felt a change in her as she began to move in concert with me.
I realized that I had her in a position where she couldn't reach her pussy with her fingers. I couldn't either. She was dry fucking the cushion to stimulate her clit. I fucked her harder. She helped me.
She cooed and whined at the same time. In less than two minutes, she said, "Now, Luke. Fuck my ass. Fuck me harder. I'm going to cum. Fuck me harder. Hurt me. Fill me with your cum." She screamed, "OH GOD, YES-S-S-S-S. FUCK ME, LUKE."
Her orgasm possessed her. She emitted one long note that spoke of total surrender and her whole body stiffened. She quivered uncontrollably in place. I fucked her harder. I thought her climax would go on forever. My arousal grew to the point where I was trying hard not to cum. I was getting into the physical act. It felt so good. She was so tight, hot and slippery. I slowed my pace to make it last. I did make it last but only for another minute or so.
Linda was off in a different world. I felt her orgasm begin to subside. Her body calmed and the quiver slackened but didn't entirely cease. I fucked her slowly with long strokes until I lost control. My first spasm occurred. With my climax, hers intensified or she had a second one. We came hard together. I held her in place and fucked her with more enthusiasm than I thought I could muster. My orgasm was so-o-o go-o-o-od.
When it was over, I was spent. I think Linda was too. I pulled my softening cock out of her and collapsed back into my un-cushioned chair. I sat there shaking slightly and breathing deeply. Linda lay in place on the table. The table supported all of her weight. Her legs were askew. Her feet were on the floor but her ankles had collapsed sideways. She was also breathing deeply between whimpers.
I looked down at my cock. It had blood and a small shit stain on it. They were both in small amounts but they did remind me of my aversions to this act. I could do nothing. I was without energy more than I needed to breathe. I sat there. I looked at my withered cock again. I wanted to throw-up but I didn't have enough energy for that either.
I looked up at Linda. Concern that I had hurt her welled up in me. I remembered how much I love her. I couldn't remember why I had been angry enough to punish her this way.
She had settled some and she was quiet. She was breathing easily and wasn't gasping for air as she had been. She cooed once and then again. I recognized her condition. She was basking in the afterglow and in a state of euphoria. I reasoned that I hadn't injured her severely. I relaxed in my relief. I let my own afterglow wash over me.
Several minutes passed. Presently, Linda moved backward off the table and made herself stable on her feet. I still didn't have the energy to move. I just watched her. She stood upright and tugged the tail of her over sized sweatshirt down. It was just long enough to cover her ass. She looked down at me and our eyes met. I wasn't ready to interact with her. I closed my eyes until I sensed that she had moved away.
She was gone for about ten minutes but then she returned. She had brought a wet cloth and a towel with her. She knelt between my legs and began to wash me. The wet cloth was warm. I thought, "She can't be too upset with me."
She completed her task to her satisfaction and then regained her feet. I looked up at her and our eyes met again. I needed to talk to her this time.
I said, "That was very close to bang, wasn't it?"
She bent and kissed my forehead. She said, "You can't bang the willing. I've wanted that to happen for a long time."
I asked, "Did I hurt you?"
She answered, "Only a little. It was such a nice hurt."
She kissed me gently again and moved toward the patio door. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Give me a few minutes then come wash my back."
I gave her ten minutes then went upstairs to our bedroom. I didn't hear the sound of water running in the shower so I waited quietly outside the bathroom until she turned it on. I gave her another minute before I went into the shower with her.
We bathed each other as we do. We were a bit more thorough than usual. When we were finished, she snuggled close to me and we enjoyed the warmth of the water together. I said, "I need to talk about it."
Linda replied, "I know, Baby. Let's take some time to become comfortable with each other first. Let's get dressed. You can take me to town for breakfast. When we come home, we can have a truth time. That will be soon enough."
I am always amazed at how well she reads my emotional condition. She knew that I needed some time to cool-off and she knew how to give it to me. We walked to the barn together and drove to town in the TR3.
I took her to the local Waffle House. I had ham and eggs and Linda had the signature waffle with a side of sausage. This time was not awkward for us. We had been together far too long and we loved each other far too much for that to be part of the mix. Linda flirted with me and subliminally made me understand that everything was okay. I read her pretty well too. She wants me to want to do this again. She made me understand that she was very happy inside. She did all this without a word beyond a well-placed giggle here and there to accent her demure smiles.
After breakfast, as I was putting cash on the table, I said, "There is an employee softball tournament going on at the plant. Do you want to go sit in the shade and watch a game?"
She smiled and said, "Yeah."
We walked up to the car and Linda said, "Let me drive."
She knew better. I said, "No." I ushered her to the passenger's side and seated her there. She strapped herself in but her bottom lip jutted out into the pout position.
As I buckled my seat belt, she leaned over the shifter and kissed my cheek. She whispered, "You know, if I asked him properly, Uncle Artair would build a car like this for me."
I chuckled and answered, "Yes, I think he would."
She hesitated for a short moment and said, "Would you give me a hall pass so I could ask him properly?"
In reflex, my head snapped around so that I could look into her most beautiful green eyes. They were sparkling in the sunlight. Her face broke into a grin and she giggled for me. She didn't make me answer the question. I could see in her eyes that there was a spark of seriousness in her question. She has a thing for well-preserved older men. She had danced with Artair once. She is always a bit risqué with her dance partners if she likes them. She likes him very much. She had told me that his body's response to her antics had belied his advanced age.
I chuckled to myself. I thought, "I like Uncle Artair too. If she asked for a pass, it wouldn't surprise me at all and I would probably give it to her."
We went to the softball field at the plant. There were only four teams in the tourney. It was a mixed team match. Each team had to have at least four women in the lineup at all times. The team from the assembly building had plenty of women but the teams from the foundry, machine shop and plant maintenance didn't. The men were allowed to have their girlfriends, wives or daughters play. The extra girls from the assembly building that wanted to play and my girls from the front office always found a spot on a team, one way or another.
I couldn't help but take notice of the women that were there. I see them all the time but they are always dressed in rather unflattering coveralls at work. Here, they were wearing shorts and halter-tops. There were some real cuties in the mix. Alice was there. She normally dresses for business and is usually a little too buttoned-up for my taste. She was especially striking in tight shorts and a tied blouse. I said to myself, "They are off-limits, Luke."
We enjoyed ourselves and everyone that knew me or Linda personally came by to visit for a moment." We stayed most of the afternoon and watched two complete games. When it was time to go, Linda suggested that we go to Ted's Place for pizza and beer.
She said, "The pizza can serve as supper and we can have our talk when we get home." I got the impression that she had some naughtiness in mind. The girl is insatiable. I took her to Ted's Place.
Ted is a close compatriot of Linda's Uncle Gus. She has known him since she was a toddler and they have always loved each other. He was acting as bartender in the small club when we arrived. He came out from the bar, hugged Linda and shook my hand. He welcomed us and offered our first drink, on the house.
Linda told him to order a pizza for us. He knew what to order. Just to be sure, he said, "Extra-large, half Canadian bacon and half everything except anchovies, with extra cheese overall." It would be enough to share.
Ted also knew what we drank. I asked him for a beer, or he would have poured Crown Royal for me. He opened a bottle of Linda's white wine for her and poured a glass. He phoned in the pizza order to the delivery place up the street and then he chewed us out for not coming to see him more often. He was just being Ted.
I looked around the room as my eyes adjusted to the low light. There were only four other customers in the place. Two young men sat at the far end of the bar and a middle-aged couple was stumbling around on the dance floor. I didn't recognize any of them. Ted said that his waitress wouldn't be in for two more hours. It was still early. I was sorry that we had missed her. She is Ted's adopted granddaughter. She is a sweet young girl and she always flirts playfully with me.
Linda stood on the lowest rung of her stool, leaned across the bar and whispered something in Ted's ear. A minute later, the music that was playing ended and Ted put a new record on the turntable. He was also the DJ. The introduction to, "The Blue Danube Waltz," came through the speakers. It's my favorite.
Linda slipped off her stool and dragged me with her to the dance floor. We had the small floor to ourselves. She slid easily into my arms and we danced formally for the first minute. After that, Linda snuggled in closer to me and her movements became a bit more risqué. She brought my hand that she was holding in between us and placed it on her breast. She giggled sweetly and rubbed her pussy against my thigh. No one could see us. We were in the darkest part of the room. The monster stirred.
We danced this way through the whole piece. It is over eight minutes long. She snuggled her face into my chest. I could feel the vibrations of her low-pitched cat-like purrs. I could also feel her body become tingly tense as she experienced one of her baby orgasms. She had another one a minute or two later. I wanted to help her have a big one but it didn't happen. The music ended. She whispered, "I love you, Luke," and kissed me soulfully. She held my hand and walked in front of me back to the bar. My erection would have been evident, even in this light.
We visited with Ted and caught up on the gossip about Linda's Uncle Gus. He was still dating Kay off and on. Even at his age, Gus is something of a gadabout. I'm sure he had other romantic interest too. I wondered if Kay did.
The pizza came and we shared with Ted. The other couple was so caught up in each other that they never interacted with us but the two young men each accepted a slice. Neither of them had enough balls to ask Linda for a dance. They just stumbled over their words when they tried to talk to her. She has that effect on men. I had one more beer, one more dance and we passed a pleasant hour.
We started for home. I pushed the little car a bit harder than usual on the narrow two-lane road. I went into the turns braking hard and came out of them accelerating just as hard. I pinned Linda to her seat with acceleration in the straightaways. Linda held onto the panic bar and squealed with delight. She becomes aroused when I scare her this way. I thought, "She will want to fuck like a monkey by the time we get home."
I parked next to my truck near the kitchen door this time. Linda undid her seat belt and said, "Take the cover off the hot tub. I'll get something for us to drink and meet you there. We can have our talk."
I went to the hot tub, tilted the lid up and slid it into its receptacle. I checked the temperature. It was perfect at 101 degrees. I took my clothes off and walked down into the water. In a moment or two, I was seated on my favorite perch and acclimated to the temperature. It felt so good. I tripped the switch that activated the jets and the water came alive with currents and air bubbles. It felt even better.
Linda appeared. She had an ice bucket with ice and an open bottle of her wine. In the other hand, she held two glasses and a small jug of Crown swung from her wrist in its blue sack. She sat everything down within my reach, knelt and poured two fingers of my whiskey over two cubes of ice for me.
I said, "I've been drinking beer, "Sweetheart."
She bent to kiss my cheek. She said, "I want the taste of your whiskey in your mouth when you kiss me." I sipped the whiskey while she made a show of getting naked for me.
She stepped down into the tub, straddled me and sat on my lap facing me. I poured wine for her. We sipped our drinks and stared into each other's eyes. The monster moved. She giggled and let her hand slip under the water to take hold of him. She squeezed him and stroked him slowly. In just a minute, he was very hard.
She sat her drink on the pool apron and modified her position. She raised herself and helped the monster find her entrance. She settled slowly until he was completely inside her. She flexed her Kegel muscles and squeezed him very hard. She moaned, laid her head on my shoulder and then whispered, "We can have our talk now."
I whispered back, "My big head doesn't work when my small head is engaged."
She replied, "I know, Sweetheart. I want your small head to do your thinking for the next few minutes." The sweetest giggle came out of her. She squeezed the monster and asked, "Did you enjoy buggering me?"
It was a truth time. I hesitated but then, I had to say, "Yes."
She went on, "I enjoyed it more than you did." In another moment she continued, "Listen to me closely. This is very important." There was a slight pause. She said, "I always enjoy Bobby when he takes me that way. Last week, Jerry Horn did it with me. He was much better than Bobby has ever been. This morning, I enjoyed you even more than Jerry."
I remained quiet. I knew that she bullshits me on occasion and I knew that she had more to say. The monster twitched inside her. She squirmed in my lap and sighed.
She asked, "Could you tell how long my orgasm lasted and how intense it was?" We treated the question as if it were rhetorical. She continued, "Promise me that you will do me again before we go to Scotland." She paused and said, "I want you to do me the way Jerry did and I want to be able to brag to Michelin. I will make it better for you."
I said, "I saw blood this morning."
Linda replied, "It was nothing. It was a very small tear. It has happened before with Bobby and it heals overnight. If you let me prepare myself properly, it won't happen again and it won't be as messy either." She said, "Water-based lubricants work better too." She giggled and continued, "The butter was a marvelous improvisation but butter is oil. It doesn't mix with water. It's difficult to clean-up." She giggled, and said, "I still feel a little greasy.
I asked, "What was special about the way Jerry did it?"
She whispered, "We were face to face. I will show you when the time comes." She whimpered and her Kegel muscles flexed involuntarily. She said, "I will always love you." We were quiet together for a few minutes while she fucked me slowly. I tried to imagine butt fucking her face to face. I couldn't make it happen in my mind.
At length, she leaned in and kissed me. She giggled and said, "Do you realize that this was the best day for me since we started swinging. It started with me getting bent over the patio table and then I got to spend the whole day with you." There was another giggle inserted here. She whispered, "The best part is, it isn't over. I feel like something especially nice is about to happen."

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Her Kegel muscles flexed with her giggles. These movements continued to excite the monster. The monster twitched. The twitch instigated another giggle. Can you see where this is leading? The monster spoke. In my mind, he said, "This is my favorite pussy in the whole world, Boss."

I stood up in place. She wrapped her shapely legs around me and said, "Promise me, Luke. Promise me that we will have more days like this."
I walked with her the two steps to the far wall in the deep spot. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her. The water swirled and bubbled around us. As gently as possible, I let my cock slide into her deepest most secret place. She sighed and cooed. I whispered, "I promise, Baby." I fucked her ever so slowly. She helped.
We didn't try to make it last. She was very excited already. It was a combination of our talk, maybe the wine and the ride in the TR3. Most of all, it was the wonderful day we had spent together. She reached her climax with barely any effort at all on my part. It was one of her soft sweet, "I love you," orgasms. I helped her through it and then she had a second one when she felt the monster throbbing inside her. I held her close and we shared the sweetest kiss while it happened.
I took her to the outside shower by the pool house and we rinsed the chlorine from the tub off us. We dried each other as best we could and went into the pool house together. I flopped onto the bed, lay on my back and looked at the stars through the oversized skylight. Linda went into the bathroom for a few minutes. When she returned, her hair was dry and I caught a whiff of strawberries. She stretched out beside me with an arm and a leg over me. She snuggled into the hollow of my shoulder as she does. She whispered in my ear, "Don't ever stop loving me, Luke." She kissed me goodnight and snuggled in even closer.
I let my mind drift among the stars. I gave thanks in my way for the wonderful woman that I had been given to be my companion. I thought about how special our time together had been today. I remembered that we had many days like this one when we were younger. I promised myself to have many more of them.
Linda relaxed next to me and her breathing became rhythmic. She had surrendered herself to sleep. I looked down into her pretty face. She looked like an angel resting peacefully in the crook of my arm. I made a decision at that moment. Our swinging lifestyle was spinning out of control. It was fucking with Linda's head and mine too, for that matter. I wanted her back. It was time for us to stop or at least restrict our activities while we prepared to stop.
I thought about how to do it. Kay had told me once that if we stopped making new alliances that all of our current relationships would end on their own within a reasonable amount of time. I knew that I would have to have Linda's help. New relationships just spring up around her. I wanted to talk to Kay once more before I mentioned it to Linda and I wanted to revisit Linda's bucket list to make sure that there were no loose ends there to tie up.
That decision made, I felt myself relax in both mind and body. I slept.
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Linda was breathing easily beside me when I awoke. We cuddled close to each other. We were sharing our body warmth in the cold room. The bed could have stood to have another blanket. I pulled her closer and held her a bit tighter. She wiggled her butt and moaned. That told me that she was awake but she didn't want to be.
I kissed her behind her ear and then let her slip back into sleep. I held her for another few minutes but then, I was forced out of bed by an urgent call of nature. I relieved myself, washed my face and hands. I brushed my teeth.
We had left the pool house open to the night. The temperature must have been in the middle fifties. A light cold front had arrived during the night. I wished that it had brought some rain but it hadn't. I spread another blanket over the bed before crawling back into my place with Linda. I was comfortable with her in another minute and I hadn't awakened her. I let myself slip back into sleep. Sundays were our days to sleep late. We ran no laps and we didn't swim as we did the other days of the week.
I must have slept another two hours or so. When I awoke, the sky was a deep blue and the Sun was about to peek over the edge of the skylight's rim. Linda was not in bed with me. I got up and found a terrycloth robe and some pool shoes. I went into the kitchen and found Linda drinking coffee and talking on the phone.
She smiled at me and poured coffee for me from the carafe' sitting before her. She dropped a lump of sugar in it and stirred it before she brought it to me and kissed my cheek.
She said into the phone, "No really, Sweetheart. I think you should do that. I have never expected you to be exclusive to me." There was a pause while she listened. She said, "I will talk to Luke about it. Maybe, we can have a night together before he and I go to Scotland." She listened again and then said, "Me neither. I'll call you when I work something out." After still another pause, she said, "Okay, my sweet lover. Bye for now."
She hung up and giggled as she looked at me. Her green eyes sparkled and her most impish grin spread over her face. She said, "I'm in my punish Ed mode again. He tried to threaten me."
I said, "I think you had better tell me all about that."
She giggled again and took my hand in hers while she sipped her coffee. "She said, "He called to say that he had missed us at the club Friday evening. I blamed our absence on you. I told him that you decided that we needed a break before our trip to Scotland."
I just nodded and said, "Okay."
Linda went on. "He told me that he had scheduled the on-premises party to begin on the last Friday of April and it was going to last through the whole weekend. The club would never close." She paused and said, "He scheduled it to start on our regular club night. I told him that we wouldn't be there. I didn't blame that on you. I told him that we didn't do too well in that kind of environment and we had already agreed to skip it."
I said, "Okay. Now, did I hear you tell him that you would ask for a hall pass for one night before we left on our trip?"
She answered, "Yes, you did hear that." She said, "That's how I'm going to punish him. I'm going to let him look forward to that and then tell him that you said no. I am going to blame that on you." She giggled.
I chuckled and said, "Damn, Linda. That's mean. Do you fuck with my head like that?"
She smiled and squeezed my hand. She replied, "I manipulate you sometimes when I have too. I am never mean to you. I'm in love with you." I got another giggle and a peck on the cheek.
I asked, "How did he threaten you? Is it something I need to get involved in?"
She grinned and tilted her head as she looked at me. She answered, "You want to protect me, don't you? I think that you are in love with me." She giggled.
I said, "Answer me."
She said, "He threatened to find another girlfriend if I didn't find a way to spend more of my time with him." She laughed and continued, "I have always told him that two or three weekends a year would always be our limit. That is part of what you and I let get out of hand lately. We have spoiled him. He has always had other interest and I know of some of his activities. I never intended to interfere with any of that. He is my friend, Luke, but I'm not going to let him run my life. That is your job." She smiled and asked, "Do you understand? He must be satisfied with what I can give him. Otherwise, I will take sex completely out of the equation and see if our friendship can survive that." She had a solemn look on her face. Her bottom lip was quivering.
I realized that she was actually angry with him. I also know that she is a lot smarter than he is. She is tougher too. My friend Ed, had better clean up his act. He can usually dominate her but not when she is angry. He is in jeopardy of losing her. I thought, "Kay said that this would happen."
I walked around the Island, gathered her in my arms and held her. I whispered, "You handle it and tell me if you need some help." She was a bit stiff in my arms and she sniffled a few times but she let me hold her. She soon relaxed. I gave her an extra minute and then said, "This is another day that belongs to us. What do you want to do with it?"
She answered, "I want you to let me make breakfast for us and then we can just hang out for most of the day. Later this afternoon I want you to take me to the movies. A new one came out last week that I want to see."
She always picks tear-jerking romance movies. I said, "Tell me about it."
She replied, "It's called, "Pretty Woman." Julia Roberts plays a hooker that sells herself to the character played by Richard Gere for a weekend."
I said, "You are a pretty woman."
Linda giggled and whispered, "I am a hooker too."
I laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess you are. I saw your sack full of money." I said, "Let's shower and dress before you cook."
We both finished our coffee and went upstairs together. Our shower was nice. We indulged in some light hanky-panky. My erection became hard to ignore.
Linda said, "You need to keep the monster under control. The movie will be better if we save it for later."
I decided that neither of us was in any real immediate need and she was probably right about the movie. I managed to hold him in check.
After breakfast, Linda called one of her girlfriends from work. I heard her ask about the movie. The girls talked for another few minutes and hung up.
Linda looked at me and said, "I got the skinny on the movie. I knew that Becky subscribes to the Dallas Morning News." She paused and said, "We have to drive into Carrollton. This is a first-run movie and none of the small town theaters can afford it the first time around." She continued, "We do have a choice of a walk-in or a drive-in theater. Which would you prefer?"
I answered, "It's getting warmer. If it's nice out, I had rather go to the drive-in, I think."
She looked at her notes and said, "Rebel Twin Theater at eight o'clock." She said, "Let's go in a bit early and have dinner before the movie."
I took her to Paul's Porterhouse for dinner and we drove into the theater about fifteen minutes early. We parked the truck and went to the snack bar to load up on popcorn and soda pop. Back at the truck, I sat on the passenger side of the big bench seat and Linda took up residence in the middle next to me. We let the steering wheel fend for its self and slid the seat back as far as it would go. It was just as if we were still in high college.
I remembered that the first time Linda had helped me cum. The situation had been much like this. She snuggled close to me and we enjoyed the movie. It was not nearly as racy as I had expected. Actually, it was more of a comedy than anything else. It was worth the trip into the city. We had fun.
We arrived back at the ranch at about midnight. Monday would be a workday for me. I took my sweet wife straight to bed and we topped the weekend off with a sweet, "I love you," session.
There was nothing urgent or hurried about it. I tickled and teased her. I held her nipples in my mouth and worried her clit with a wet finger. Her arousal was evident in her sweet love sounds. I didn't make her beg or plead with me as I sometimes do. I didn't give her an orgasm with foreplay either. The first time she asked for it, I slipped my hard cock inside her all the way to the bottom. We shared sweet kisses while I fucked her with long strokes. I pulled most of the way out and then thrust all the way in. Sweet mini orgasms rippled through her body. She wrapped her legs around me and undulated in concert with my thrust. Her whimpers and coos were magical.
At length and before I became too tired, she asked to be on top. I lay motionless on my back and allowed her to do her cowgirl thing leisurely. I love lying there and watching her tits and her hair bounce and float in the air above me. Her pussy was sucking on me. I let her continue for several minutes.
When the time was right, I placed her on her belly. I rose to my knees behind her and between her legs. I pulled her hips up until she was resting on her knees. I slipped my cock back into her sweet pussy and fucked her doggy style. She loves this position. She buried her face in her pillow and let her mind slip away into that special place where she goes. I fucked her slowly while she was gone.
She wasn't gone long. She whispered, "Now, Luke. Help me cum. Fuck me harder."
I fucked her with shorter but quicker and more powerful strokes. I felt her orgasm's approach as it boiled up from deep inside her. I knew that this one was all she wanted or needed. I felt her first powerful contraction as it overwhelmed her and I let myself cum with her. She screamed, "OH, LUKE. YE-E-S-S-S, FUCK ME-E-E-E." This had been our only sex for the whole day. It was a wonderful experience.
Her knees slipped out from under her and we collapsed to lie flat on the bed. I was still inside her. I continued to fuck her as long as my erection lasted. She purred and whimpered. I let the weight of my body rest on her as she instructed. We were very close emotionally. We enjoyed the euphoria that came with the afterglow of our lust. I thought, "What a beautiful end to a wonderful weekend. I will never get enough of her."
We slept.
To be continued...