Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She kissed my cheek and said, "Once or twice a year is not too much to ask, is it?"

I laughed and answered, "No Sweetheart. You can have a pass to be with Ed if you want." Then I asked, "Who else?"
She thought for a moment and then said, "If ever I have the chance, I want to sleep with Walt Zimmerman. I know, that would be risky because of the financial entanglements that your business has with him. I will never push it but if you get the chance to make it happen, make it happen. I know his wife excites you. I think they are both special people."
I said, "No guarantees there. Is there anyone else?"
She shook her head and asked, "Why are you asking?"
I answered her easily. I said, "I have been thinking. The best part of this visit to Scotland was our little side trip. I had fun sightseeing and driving the Triumph. The best part was having you to myself for those few days. I want to do that again. The car will be here in five or six weeks. There are plenty of places in Texas that we haven't visited. I want us to take a tour. Most of all, I have decided to keep you to myself for the next little while."
Her face lit up like the sun peeking out from behind a rain cloud. She threw her arms around my neck and said, "We can most certainly do that." She let me hold her for a moment and said, "We will have no further interaction with anyone at least until after our Texas tour." She kissed me.
I said, "Maybe not after that."
She tilted her head and looked into my eyes. In her little girl voice, she whispered, "Whatever you say."
We reached the fork in the path that led back to the house. Linda said, "Come with me, It's past our bedtime."
I love that kind of talk. The monster moved in my shorts and my pace quickened. We arrived at the house and we began shedding our clothes as we ran up the stairs. We didn't light any candles or say any prayers. We just jumped in bed together.
Linda was on top. She planted her knees on either side of me and impaled herself on my stiff member. She was very wet and very slippery. She said, "We can skip the foreplay."
I lay still and let her fuck me. We were not loud or overly energetic. My whole world was Linda's body and her movements. She fucked me slowly with long strokes that took me into her deepest, warmest, wettest place. Her pussy moved in a small orbital motion as I moved in and out of her. Her Kegel muscle flexed and massaged the willing monster.
I began to thrust into her in concert with her movements. She instructed me to be still. She said, "I want this to be the "I-Will-Love-You-Forever-Fuck," that I have been promising you." She wanted to do all the work.
I lay there and enjoyed myself for a long time. Finally, her body shivered as a little orgasm passed through her. I knew she was on the verge of having a big one. I rolled her over on her back and thrust into her gently but with authority. I fucked her this way right through her big one. I slowed my pace and thrust into her more gently but still with the same authority. She lay motionless under me while she recovered. In a moment, she signaled to be on top again. I allowed it and she began to fuck me as she had earlier. It was as if nothing had happened. She hadn't made a sound beyond a few whimpers and there was no conversation.
I wanted to do her doggy style and make her cum hard. I wanted to cum with her and end the session.
She said, "No." She continued what she was doing. I just lay there. That's what I had to do to please her. She fucked me for another half hour and then I helped her through her second biggie.
Another half hour passed. She said, "It's starting, Luke. This is the one I want to share with you."
I rolled her over again and pounded her pussy hard. She screamed for me. "Yes - - YES-S-S-S-s-s-s, FUCK ME HARDER. She went crazy. She thrashed and bucked. Her screams could have been heard anywhere on the ranch. I erupted inside her. My spasms seemed like explosions. I lost all control. My body emptied itself.
I finished first, I think. A few seconds later, Linda went limp under me. Only her Kegel muscle flexed. Her pussy was sucking the monster. She made gurgling noises as she raggedly tried to regain her breath. I was used up too. The monster wilted. I rolled off her and she turned to face me and snuggled close. We spent a few minutes holding each other while we recovered.
We were quiet as fifteen minutes went by. She said, "Luke, are you ready to quit swinging altogether?"
I asked, "Is this a continuation of our truth time?"
She answered, "Yes, I want the truth."
I replied, "The truth is I don't know. I have thought about it."
She said, "I've thought about it too. What we are doing is really just for fun. I don't think there is anything left on the list that you will agree to. I know you will never let me have a free pass. You aren't going to give me to a complete stranger or let me pull a train, or be bangd. All of those things are of less importance to me than they were when I made the list. I have probably had enough adventure. We can quit anytime you say."
I asked, "What about the relationships that we have developed. Especially those that are active now. Would you be willing to say no to Bobby or Big Ed? Are you willing to forgo having Lancelot? What if Walt offered you a roll in the hay?"
She answered, "If we continue, we will always have active relationships with people that we care about. There will never be an easy time to quit."
I knew she was right. She has thought it through more than I have. I wanted to put it on a back burner and procrastinate. I said, "Let's both give this some serious thought and talk again later. It's too important to decide right now and we don't have to."
She said, "Okay. We can give it a trial run. We will be exclusive to each other until after our Texas tour and we will talk about it again at that time."
I said, "Agreed." I felt good inside. Maybe it is time to end this chapter of our life.
Linda said, "Give me a minute and then come shower with me." She slipped out of my arms and I watched her make her way to the bathroom.
I thought about Anne. I knew I wasn't quite ready to quit. Then I thought, "Maybe Anne is just fresh in my mind. Maybe my ardor for her will cool some between now and the tour." We shall see.
Six weeks passed. It was the middle of August. The weather was atrocious. The temperature had soared over the one hundred degree mark for several days and rain was only a memory of something that had happened in the past.
Alice and I were having our, "Get-the-Day-Started," meeting along with our morning coffee. The intercom buzzed and Alice answered.
From the front office, Robin said, "I have Mr. Reed on the line. He is asking to speak with Mr. Bowman."
David Reed is our Head Mechanic. He is second in command of the machine shop building and runs the maintenance shop. I said, "Thank you, Robin. Put him through please."
David said, "Good morning, Luke." Without preamble, he got down to business. He said, "I took delivery of a large wooden crate earlier this morning. I'm sure it's the car from Scotland. It's sitting in the middle of my shop. What do you want me to do with it?"
I couldn't help myself. I became excited as if I were a kid at Christmas. I said, "I will be there in a few minutes. Carefully open the crate but don't do anything with the car until I get there." I looked at Alice and said, "I have to go. May I have a couple of hours or is there something pressing for this morning?"
She smiled at me and said, "Take the time you need. I can handle everything until you get back." She knew about the car. I guess everyone did.
I walked into David's shop within two minutes of his call. He grinned and shook his head when he saw the excitement displayed on my face. Both of his helpers were gathering the tools they needed to open the crate. I noticed that it was of very heavy construction and put together with nuts, bolts and lag screws rather than nails. The wood was heavy English oak. Uncle Artair had done his utmost to protect my little car.
It seemed to take forever to get the top off the crate. It took the four of us to lift it off and carry it to a place where it would be out of the way. Of course, I still couldn't see anything until I walked up close. I stood on tiptoes and peered over the edge. The side panels were easily six feet high.
The little machine appeared to have survived the tip unharmed. I couldn't see how it was fixed to the floor but I could tell that it hadn't moved in the box since Artair put it there. It took another half hour to remove the four side panels and move them out of the way.
The little blue wonder finally sat there in the light. It was beautiful. The wire wheels and tires that had been on the car the last time I saw it had been removed. They had been packed down one side of the crate. There was a second set of wheels and tires packed down the other side. The tires seemed to be bigger and heavier and they weren't mounted on wire wheels. The other set of wheels was pretty but more substantial than the wire ones. I was sure that Artair's manual would explain their purpose.
The car sat on eight oak blocks. I bent and looked under the car. There was a metal band looping over the frame in all eight places. Each one passed over a thick piece of heavy packing material. Artair had protected the paint on the frame even if it was never to be seen. The bands were bolted to the oak blocks. Both bumpers were also banded and attached to the floor. I also noticed that the suspension and the steering system had been locked down. Nothing had bounced around during transit.
We found the manual and two sets of keys in a briefcase. The British title, import papers and insurance papers were also in the case. It was strapped securely in the driver's seat. We retrieved the book. David and I thumbed through it together. The first few pages of the book were labeled, "Assembly Instructions." There were over a hundred items listed. They started with a list of required tools and ended with instructions to bring all fluids to proper levels. Instructions for the initial start-up were in a separate section.
I said, "Okay, David. We need to stop right here. I want you to make yourself completely familiar with this book. Have your young men read it too. Afterwards, follow the make ready instructions to the letter. The man that wrote this book also built the car with his own hands. It has several systems that are beyond standard. You and your people will have to maintain her. You should know everything about her." I paused and then whispered, "She has a fuel injected V-8."
David said, "Really? I know the significance of this machine. I will treat her as if she belongs to me."
I knew I could trust David. I said, "Great. I have one last thing and then I will leave you to it. Take the hard top off and store it for now. Install the wire wheels. I think the other set is for off-road use."
David said, "Will do, Boss."
I slapped him gently on the back and said, "Call me when you are finished." I started back to my office but stopped to look at the Triumph one last time before I walked through the shop door. She was beautiful. My dick got hard.
As soon as I got back to my office, I called Linda and told her that the TR3 had arrived. She seemed to be almost as excited as I was. She wanted me to take it home this evening so I could take her for a ride. She was disappointed when I told her it would take a day or two to get it back together.
I passed the car's paperwork off to Alice and asked her to have one of her young ladies get the car registered and insured.
Alice put me back to work. She came into my office with two contacts that we needed to go over together. She also said that Walt Zimmerman had called while I was out and that she had told him I would return his call. Walt is considered a V.I.P. around our office. We do a lot of work for him. In fact, he has provided about a quarter of all the work we do for the past couple of years or so.
I set Alice's contracts aside for the moment and told her to get Walt on the phone for me. She looked at me as if I were a helpless person. She picked up the phone on my desk and dialed Walt's number from memory. She handed the receiver to me. A young woman answered. I said, "Luke Bowman here. May I speak with Mr. Zimmerman, please?
Walt came on the phone and we talked through the pleasantries for a few minutes. Finally, he said, "I have another job for you, Luke." It is similar to the work you are doing for me now but in dollars, it is about five times the volume. Do you think you can accommodate me?"
I asked, "What is the time frame?"
He said, "You will be required to produce my widgets at a rate of about two and a half times as fast as you are doing currently. The saving grace is you won't have to start the new project until after our present contract has been concluded and the new widget is just a slightly modified version of what you are producing now. They are very nearly identical."
I answered, "We can handle it, Walt. Draw up a preliminary contract and send me drawings and specifications. We need to be sure we can agree on a price, among other things."
Walt replied, "I can do that and I don't foresee any real problems there, given our past relationship. There is one small favor that I am about to ask."
I said, "Shoot." I expected him to ask for a short vacation. Linda and I had taken Walt and his wife to Las Vegas twice in the past. I had offered a Caribbean cruise the last time but he couldn't make time for it.
Walt said, "I am trying to develop a relationship with a new banker. He will want to meet you and tour your plant before he agrees to finance this deal. If I brought him out there, could you put on the dog for him for one day?"
I laughed and answered, "Certainly. We at Bowman Enterprises will do anything for money and/or the moneyman. When will you need to bring him?"
Walt replied, "He is an elderly gentleman. The summer heat there would be stressful for him. I would like to wait until the early part of October. The weather should have moderated by then."
I said, "That will be good. It will also give us time to know more about our end of the deal." I paused and then asked, "Will Liz be with you? Linda and I would be happy to see her."
Walt said, "Not this trip. If she were along it would make my banker feel like a third wheel on a bicycle. Maybe we can slip off with you and Linda later." He paused and then said, "I remember some talk about a cruise."
I laughed and said, "That would be great. I'll tell Linda to get her travel agent involved and see what is available. I will need to know the exact date and time of your arrival in October. I will see that you and your banker are met at the airport and properly taken care of."
Walt said, "We will talk again before then."
All business was concluded. We said our goodbyes and hung up.
Alice worked me hard the rest of the day but I got through it. I stopped by to visit the TR3 before I left for home. The crate was gone and the car looked like it was ready to go. It was a little after quitting time but David and his crew were still hovering around the little machine. I walked into the scene.
David looked up at me and said, "You are about a day early, Boss. We had to put the wheels on her to get her separated from the crate but that's all we have done. I have gone through the instructions and I'm confident that she will be road ready by this time tomorrow."
I said, "You don't need to hurry. It's more important to get everything right."
"Everything will be right. Your uncle Artair must be a genius. He has made everything straightforward and simple. Do you know, there was a toolbox in the trunk? It has every tool that is specific to this car along with an assortment of nuts, bolts and machine screws. There are only three sizes in the whole car and they are all standard. We didn't have to try to hunt up anything."
He paused and continued with a question. "Are the performance numbers in that book real?"
I said, "They are understated."
He had another question. He asked, "Is it safe to drive?"
I answered, "I can drive it safely. I think with a little experience you could too. If you need to crank it up and move it about the shop, you do it personally. Don't let anyone else near the keys." I continued, "The car is neither registered nor insured in this country. It's worth a lot of money and I don't want it bent. I especially don't want anyone hurt or killed."
He said, "I'll take care of her like she is my virgin daughter, Luke."
On the home front, Linda was very excited about the arrival of the Triumph and our upcoming road trip. I told her that we should put the trip off until September. I said, "We couldn't enjoy the little convertible in the summer heat." She appeared to be a bit crestfallen but she did see the point. We agreed on five days during the second week of September and at least one weekend trip before then.
I said, "There was one other development at the office today. I think it might interest you."
She asked, "What?"
I replied, "Walt Zimmerman called. He has offered us a real pile of work this time."
I suddenly had her complete attention. She asked, "Are we going to meet them in 'Vegas again?"
I answered, "No," and then paused. Linda's lower lip jutted out into the pout position. I went on, "Walt asked me to have you arrange a Caribbean cruise for the four of us." The light came back on in her eyes and the smile came back to her lips.
She asked, "When?"
I answered, "I don't know. Walt will be here in early October." I told her about the banker. I said, "Liz won't be with him this trip but maybe we could have him and his banker for dinner one evening." I chuckled and continued, "Maybe I could grill some steaks and you could flirt with him a little if you wanted to."
She giggled, and said, "I would be afraid to do that. You two are doing business together. I might get us in trouble." She hesitated and said, "A little harmless flirt would be okay, wouldn't it? Maybe I could rub my tits on him a little."
I slapped her bottom. She yelped and then giggled at me. She said, "I've done that before, you know." I popped her butt again.
I grabbed her wrist and drew her to me. I said, "Little girl, you need to remember that those tits are for my amusement only until I tell you different." I held one in my hand and squeezed it just a bit harder than gently. I continued, "That also goes for your sweet pussy, that fine ass and the rest of your little pixie-like body too. Do you understand?"
She stepped into me, stood on her tiptoes, threw her free arm around my neck and stuffed her tongue into my mouth. I guess she wanted me to shut up. I released her wrist. It too went around my neck. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her back. I tried to figure out what had just happened in my mind. I wasn't entirely successful.
Linda ended our kiss and without words led me to our bedroom. There, she helped me undress. By the time I was naked she was too. I don't know how she got that way but I did have a memory of pulling her halter top over her head at one point.
She was on her knees holding the monster in both hands. She licked the underside of the tip one time. I am so sensitive there. I flinched and she engulfed him in her mouth. He slid easily down her throat. I didn't even feel her swallow. I fucked her that way until my erection became complete. I was hard like stone.
Linda took me to the bed. She laid me on my back and enveloped the monster in her sweet, wet pussy. I lay there quietly and let her have her way. I bottomed out inside her. I could feel the cartilage of her cervix. Her Kegel muscle flexed and it felt as if she was holding me.