Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She said, "I have to get up. Linda told me that I always had to be sparkly for you."

I drew her close to me and held her tighter. I replied, "Let's not be fanatical about that. Let's take a half hour for us. We can call it "cuddle time." If you want to get up afterward, I will go with you."
She giggled and said, "Okay."
I thought she would fall asleep and I could follow her. We could shower in the morning. I wanted to hold her and the odor of our sex didn't offend me.
It didn't happen that way. About thirty minutes later, she escaped my grasp and slid out of bed. I gave her five minutes and followed her into the shower. I was glad for the space heater in the bathroom.
We were careful this time not to get her hair wet. We were almost successful. She needed only a couple minutes with the hairdryer when we finished. I did the honors for her and she said that I was making her feel special again. She was special.
I asked, "What now?"
She said, "Finish with my hair and take me back to that warm bed. I promise I will let you sleep." I led her back to the bed in the semi darkness and then made a detour to the kitchen. I turned the small light back on and checked the clock. It was after four in the morning. I thought, "No wonder I am sleepy." I thought about turning the central heat on but decided against it. I put more wood in the fireplace. There were still very hot coals hiding under the ashes. The new logs burst into flame before I got back in bed.
I forced myself to stay awake until I was sure she was asleep. It was only a few minutes. I spent one of those minutes thinking about Linda. I had a selfish thought. I hoped she wasn't having as much fun as I was. I held Caroline and slipped easily into sleep. I dreamed about this medieval witch that I was holding. She was casting spells over me.
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I woke to a room filled with sunlight and the smells of coffee and frying bacon. I peeked through one eye. The curtains had been drawn back on two strategic windows to let the light in. There was a strange woman in the kitchenette. In a moment, I recognized her as the witch.
Her look had changed again. She was butt assed naked. Her hair was fluffed and mussed. She looked like a wild woman. She moved about her tasks as a powerful young tigress would. She was apparently preparing some potent magical potion and pouring it into a cup.
The electric heat was on. She had evidently found the thermostat.
She walked toward me. On the way, she morphed again. Her hair remained mussed but she changed into the mousey little "girl-next-door" that I had brought here last night. She wafted the magic potion in my face. It had the aroma of very good coffee.
Suddenly the memories that we had made together last night, flooded into my head. I looked up into her face and a ray of sunshine touched her and did its magic. Suddenly she was un-fucking-believably beautiful again. The monster moved.
I sat up and took the cup from her. I had one wonderful sip from it and sat it on the nightstand. I forcefully grabbed the witch and dragged her under the covers with me. I held her naked body close to mine and kissed her whether she liked it or not. Her giggles and coos said that she liked it.
She snuggled close and let me hold her for a few seconds. She spoke softly. She said, "I have designs of my own along these lines but right now the bacon is burning." I let her escape. I should have said, "Fuck the bacon," and kept her there with me. The monster had been aroused.
I got up and donned my robe. I started across the cold floor to the bath. I jumped back onto a rug and Caroline laughed at me. I looked at her. She was the "girl-next-door," again.
I relieved myself, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and splashed some water in my face. I finally came fully awake. I realized I was famished and I wanted to be with my bunkmate.
Caroline was wearing her robe and breakfast was on the old table when I got there. She had prepared, toast and scrambled eggs to go with the bacon. She had found a jar of honey somewhere. I hadn't brought it. It was all good and the coffee was extremely good.
I tried to lay out a plan for the day. I didn't have much luck. I got as far as helping to clean up the kitchen and then I thought it might be a good time to force-fuck the witch. The monster was more excited than he should have been. I realized that she had probably cast a spell on him too. These were all happy thoughts. She could read my mind. She giggled. I looked up at her and she blushed like a little girl that had never had a dick inside her before. I wondered if she could blush at will, as Linda does.
I said, "Thanks, Sweetness. Breakfast was very nice."
She answered, "You made me feel special all last night. I intend to make you feel special all day today." I was thinking of a way to make her feel special right now but we were interrupted.
I heard footsteps on the outside stair. Presently there was a knock on the door.
I answered it. There was a young man standing there. He said, "My name is Ronnie. I am with a film company. We are doing a shoot this afternoon and using this property as a backdrop. My boss has sent me to ask if you could put your car inside or at least hide it behind this building. Cars like that didn't exist in the time we are trying to depict."
I said, "Sure thing. I can do that for you."
He said, "Thanks. There is one other thing. Please don't show yourselves outside between one and three o'clock this afternoon. We will be shooting then." I agreed to comply with that request too.
He said, "Thanks again. We do hate to bother you and we do appreciate your help."
Caroline had walked up behind me. She asked, "What is the movie about?" She pulled her light flannel robe tighter around her in the chilly air. The gesture enhanced her look substantially. The young man took a new notice of her."
He laughed and said, "I really don't have any idea about the plot. It takes place in the twenties by the look of the props and costumes that I have seen. I'm just a roustabout." As he turned to walk down the stair, he said, "Thanks again," and then paused. He asked, "Would the two of you like to be in it."
Caroline giggled and asked, "What would we have to do?"
He answered, "Nothing really. I'm sure my boss could fit you in as extras. You have been so nice. You would have to dress in period costumes and just walk or sit where you were directed." He paused and chuckled. He said, "It pays five dollars a day."
Caroline giggled and looked at me. She said, "Let's do it, Luke. I love playing dress-up."
The young man fished a business card from his pocket and handed it to me. He said, "This is my boss's card. Just ask anyone at the big house where he is. I will see him in a few minutes and tell him you are coming." He paused and said, "You should probably get dressed and walk down there pretty soon. Showtime is in about two hours. It might take that long to get dressed and receive your instructions."
I said, "Okay, I'll hide the car and we will be on our way." I was warming to the idea. It might be fun.
Caroline and I dressed winter casual and walked through the main entrance of the big house about half an hour later. I had the business card. It read, "Robert Jenkins, Assistant to the Director." We found him easily enough. He was the one making all the noise.
We walked up to him. I waited for a break in his diatribe and introduced myself. I said. "Mr. Jenkins, I am Luke Bowman and this is my Caroline."
Before I could go on, he said, "Please, everyone calls me Bob." He shook my hand warmly and said, "You must be the couple from the carriage house. Thank you so much for helping us with the car."
I said, "That wasn't a problem. You gave me an excuse to find the key to the garage and I had rather my car be inside anyway."
He took Caroline's hand and bowing slightly, brought it to his lips and kissed it. They smiled at each other. He said, "My young protégé said that you were coming and would like an extra's part." He paused and looked at us through the eyes of a photographer. "He said, "If you don't mind my saying so, you are an impressive looking couple. I think you would both be photogenic in close up. Would you be interested in a slightly expanded part?"
I could feel Caroline's enthusiasm rise. I asked, "Expanded?"
He replied, "Well, still no dialog and you would only appear in this scene. You wouldn't have to come back." He hesitated a few seconds and then continued, "You would have to be willing to kiss your Caroline on camera."
Caroline giggled and blushed again. I know she does that on purpose. I answered him, "We can do that."
He said, "Show me. French kiss her right now. I need to see how it will look."
I chuckled and said, "My pleasure, Sir. I think I'm going to like working for you." I gathered a willing and giggling Caroline into my arms and kissed her. She allowed her body to melt against mine as she parted her lips to receive me. I closed my eyes and kissed her.
Bob said, "Yes, that's good. Hold it for me for a few seconds. I peeked. He moved around us and observed from several angles. He moved about fifteen feet away and checked us out the same way. At length, he said, "Okay, that's enough."
I was into the kiss by then. I held her a bit tighter and kissed her for another few seconds before I allowed her to step back. She had become a little dreamy and didn't want it to end either. Finally, she did take an unsteady step back from me as she sighed and fanned her face with a hand.
Bob chuckled and said, "I think you will do fine. It appears to me that you have done that before." He waved his hand in a beckoning motion and a woman of about my age came to us. Bob introduced us to her. Her name was Hamilton. Bob said, "Dress these two as lovers walking in the park. Have them made-up for a fifteen foot close up in natural daylight." He turned back to us and said, "Come find me at twelve-thirty. I just wrote your parts in my head. I will have written instructions for you by then.
Mrs. Hamilton asked us to accompany her and we did. We were back in the main foyer looking for Bob at precisely twelve-thirty. Caroline was dressed as what they called "Flappers" in the twenties. They had me in a brown short suit jacket and matching pants. The pants were straight legged and cut two inches short with cuffs, for shit's sake. I had to wear a tie and make-up too, for that matter. The colors were atrocious browns and yellows. I looked like a clown but Caroline was cute. Mrs. Hamilton assured us that our attire was proper. Bob was pleased with us. He spent more time looking at Caroline than me.
Bob handed each of us a single sheet of instructions. He went over them with us personally. We walked outdoors and out to the sidewalk. Across the street, there was a sidewalk, about twenty yards of parkland under huge native pecan trees and then the lake.
On cue, we were to stroll leisurely from one point on the sidewalk. A car full of rowdy teenagers would approach from in front of us. A camera truck would be following it and filming. I noticed several fixed cameras located strategically along the street.
We were to stop and be kissing when the two vehicles passed us. The kids in the car would whoop and cheer for us. We were to hold the kiss for several seconds after the truck passed. Bob told me the exact time that we had to be on our mark and said to start the kiss while the approaching vehicles were a hundred yards away. He assured me that nothing was critical but we should get it as close as possible. That was it.
I chuckled inside. I thought, "That damn fool, Bob, is going to pay me five dollars for kissing Caroline. I would have done it for nothing." I laughed aloud and then had to explain myself to Caroline. She giggled with me.
I said, "Sweetheart, It is over an hour before we do our trick. Would you like to walk back to the carriage house and have a drink?"
She thought for a second and said, "We had better not." She paused and looked into my eyes. She said, "You introduced me to Bob as "Your Caroline." You made me feel special again. The next time I have you alone, I'm going to give you the sweetest blowjob you ever had. It will be world class and last a long time. If we go to the carriage house, we will never get back here on time." She stood on her toes, kissed my cheek and giggled. She looked down at the ground and blushed.
I said, "Damn it, Girl. Quit blushing like that."
She giggled and said, "Linda taught me how to do that. She said it would turn you on."
I said, "It does. Quit it."
She looked across the street and said, "Take me to that bench down by the lake. We can sit in the sunshine and talk until time for us to play our part in this epic cinematic production." She continued, "We can rehearse some if you want." She tilted her head, looked down at the ground and moved some dirt around with one of her toes. She made me laugh.
I took her to the bench and we sat. Two big fox squirrels appeared at our feet but when we didn't feed them, they went on their way.
I said, "There is something I want to ask you. If you think I'm being nosey just say so."
She said, "What, my Luke?" She had her hand on my thigh. She squeezed my flesh there.
I asked, "How did you and Larry become swingers?"
She replied, "We aren't swingers."
I said, "Well, you could have fooled me."
She laughed and said, "Larry and I had been married for eight years. We were monogamous, or at least I thought we were. I caught him cheating. He was fucking a supposed friend of mine. That made it much worse. I threw his ass out on his ear."
I said, "And then you calmed down and let him come home."
She said, "I stayed away from him for three months and didn't even let him see our daughter, Angie. I had conspired with the trashiest divorce lawyer I could find. It was our intent to leave him penniless and living on the street. For some reason, I didn't pull the trigger on the divorce. Larry called and begged me to have dinner with him."
She said, "If I had known it was him, I wouldn't have answered the phone but when I learned who it was, I didn't hang up. I agreed to go to dinner. He took me to a very nice place and spent the evening begging me to forgive him. He said he couldn't live without me and his little girl." She paused.
I was quiet and she went on. She said, "I didn't take him back that night but after our date, I did some soul searching. I knew that he loved me and the truth that I finally came to was that I love him too. Above all, we both loved Angie. She deserved something more than a broken home and an estranged father."
She continued, "Larry is not the jerk that you and Linda think he is. He is a very good man that was weak once in his life. I'm sure that the bitch who claimed to be my friend went far out of her way to seduce him and sexually she is a very powerful woman. He acted like a jerk when he was around Linda because the thought of me crawling in bed with you tormented him. I'm almost sorry about that.
I decided to take Larry back but I wanted to punish him. Maybe it was something evil in me but I wanted that punishment to come before forgiveness. He had hurt me more than I thought I could be hurt."
I put my arm around her and said, "Caroline, I understand that kind of pain. I didn't want to live after the first time Linda told me she wanted to sleep with someone else." She squeezed my thigh again.
She continued, "I called him a few weeks after our date. I invited him to come to the house for dinner. I started the punishment right then. I let him assume that Angie would be there. I didn't tell her anything and I sent her to spend the night with one of her friends." She said, "There is something evil inside me."
I asked, "What else?"
She replied, "I told him that he could come home. I also specified that we would share our bed and live as man and wife. I told him that Angie would come first always. I told him that I would forgive him eventually and then I hit him with the hard part. I told him that for one year, I was going to have sex with anyone that I felt attracted to. I made him understand that I wasn't going to sneak around behind his back. I told him that I wanted him to know when it was going to happen and with whom. I told him that I wanted him to know it was going on while it was happening and I would want to talk about it after the fact."
I said, "Damn, Girl. That does sound evil."
She said, "I can't describe the agony I saw in his eyes. I actually had some compassion for him and impulsively, I threw him a bone. I told him that he could fuck around too. I explained that I wanted him to get it out of his system." She paused and I thought that was the end of her narrative.
After a moment, she asked, "Do you want to hear the rest of the story?"
I answered, "I don't know. You didn't cut his nuts out, did you?"
She giggled and said, "Well I kind of might have. I introduced him to you and then I let him know that you were my first choice." She paused and then said, "You know, if you had made me wait two more months, my year would have been up. This weekend probably wouldn't have happened."
I said, "Maybe it shouldn't have happened."
She jerked in her seat and looked at me. She said, "Oh, hell no, Luke. Don't ever think that. Thinking and dreaming about being with you and then actually having it happen has done more to heal me than you can imagine. I intend to fuck you every chance I get between now and the last minute we have together tomorrow afternoon. Then I will plot a way to have another weekend with you before my year is up."
I said, "I think our time here is up. We need to begin our walk." I stood and helped her to her feet.
She came into my arms and said, "Hold me for one little minute. I need to rehearse one more time. I held her and kissed her.
We walked back up through the park to the sidewalk and began our stroll. I felt silly as hell in the clothes I was wearing. My leather shoes were at least one size too big. They looked and felt like clown shoes. I could actually feel the greasy makeup on my face. I couldn't imagine what I looked like but Caroline had laughed the first time she saw my costume. I couldn't believe people would see me on the big silver screen in this getup. I thought, "If I ever do this again, it will be in a cowboy movie."
In contrast, Caroline looked damned good. I had the strongest urge to throw her down in the grass, get under that "flapper" dress and eat her pussy. In my mind's eye, I could see me doing that. She was screaming in extagony as the camera truck rolled by. I laughed inside but kept myself under control. I resolved to force fuck her as soon as we got back to the carriage house.
I first saw the car. It was four hundred yards away and approaching us at about fifteen miles an hour. I was an old Model-T that looked pristine. The camera truck was following about fifty feet behind. Our timing was perfect. The car was one hundred yards away. Caroline and I stopped on our mark. I gathered her up and kissed her. She was into it. She mewed like a baby kitten.
The car and truck passed us. The kids whistled and cheered. We held our kiss for another few seconds until there was a blast on a horn and someone yelled, "Cut." Our contribution to the world of entertainment was complete.
We went back to the dressing room. I washed the paint off my face and got out of the clown clothes. I was watching Caroline as she changed. I thought, "Maybe, I shouldn't wait. I could force fuck her right here and right now." It was a happy thought but again, I managed to hold myself in check.
When we were both ready I took her hand and said, "Let's go home, Girl. We have played dress-up enough for one day."
She replied, "I concur, Sir. We need to have some privacy. I am going to suck your cock until you beg for mercy." She giggled and blushed at the same time.