Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[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."