Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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."