Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I answered, "That is all true. It is a good plan as far as I am concerned but we will always have to have Linda's permission."

She didn't even hesitate. She said, "That will be easy. I will bring her Lancelot with me." She giggled. She said, "I promise, she is having as much fun right now as I am. She is with Eric." She shifted her position a bit and made herself more comfortable. She nestled into the hollow of my shoulder.
I held her close and said, "I want to talk about Eric for a minute."
She said, "We can do that. You don't have to worry about him. He will worship Linda as if she were a goddess. He thinks of her that way. He has her high on a pedestal in his thoughts." She hesitated and said, "Michelin told me that you think about the women in your life much the same way. The two of you are alike in many ways. You both have all those beautiful muscles. He is younger and I sense that you are wiser." She continued, "He is prettier in a boyish sort of way and you are more ruggedly handsome." She giggled and said, "My knickers get wet when I think of you. That's true even when we are thousands of miles apart. I am sure that Eric has the same effect on Linda.
She went on, "You are the dominant bull in the herd that I live in." She polishes my ego every chance she gets. It's a girl thing. It certainly works for me and in her favor.
I asked, "Will you talk to me about, "The sexual facet," as you put it, of your relationship with Eric."
Her little hand found my soft cock. She whispered, "If we are going there, I'll need to hold on to something." The monster twitched and began to swell. She giggled.
I said, "If you want to put the topic off-limits, I will understand. I won't ever mention it again."
She kissed my cheek. She said, "We should talk about it. You are going to tell Linda and she is going to have questions. It will be better if you have the answers to some of them." She paused for a breath of air and then continued, "It started a long time ago. There was a time when I was embarrassed about it but I have never been ashamed. What do you want to know?"
I replied, "Tell me how and when it started."
She began a narrative. She said, "I can't remember when I didn't go to my brother's bed for comfort. When I was three or four years of age, monsters would visit my room at night. They would hide under my bed or in my closet. I was afraid of them. Eric was six or seven at the time. I would run to my big brother's room. He would help me climb into his bed and he would hide me under his covers. He would hold me and protect me. He loved his little sister. I slept there through the night with my head under the covers more often than not."
She continued, "Eric became a man early. By the time he was fifteen he was mature far beyond his years. Sixteen is the age of consent in Scotland. All the young girls at college wanted to be his girlfriend but he didn't have time for them. Eric had an older lover at this time. She was in her late twenties. She was the wife of the still older gentleman that subsidized Eric's soccer club." She paused and said, "I think you would say, sponsored." She said, "They had an arrangement similar to yours and Linda's.
"At any rate," she continued, "Eric stood head and shoulders above the rest of the boys in his age group. He was the star player. His lover became his lover on his sixteenth birthday. She took him to her bed and endeavored to teach him about sex over the next several months. Eric was an apt student to her. They had little in common beyond their sexual lust for one another. They satisfied that, tired of each other and each of them moved on."
She went on, "By the time he was seventeen, Eric was a finished product. He dated several of the older girls at college. At that time, he was developing the rakish reputation that he is known for today. He was like a honeybee going from flower to flower. All the girls just put up with this behavior. They would do anything to be near him. If they complained of his style, he would stop seeing them. None complained that I remember after the first one or two."
The story went on, "Our parents insisted that I stop sleeping with Eric when I was about eight and he was eleven. That was okay. The monsters had forgotten where I lived by then but I still snuck into his bed occasionally. Sometimes I would just need him to hold me for one reason or another. Eric loved me. My father was always there to hold me and love me too but Eric and I were always closer. He was my protector. I started through puberty at twelve or so. My body began to change and I began to fill out and develop the curves and attributes of my gender that you seem to enjoy so much." She giggled.
She continued, "I was allowed to date the young men so that I could attend all of the social events. All of the boys wanted to be near me. They wanted to hold me and touch me. I kept a list at that time of the ones that kissed me. Hormones raged through my body. I remember the first time one of them squeezed my breasts and tried to put his hand in my knickers. I probably accepted the advances of my boyfriends more readily than I should have. I would have developed into a straight running trollop if I could have had my way."
She took a breath and went on, "Eric watched over me from afar. Any of the boys that would make a serious attempt on my virginity suddenly became afraid to come near me. It was frustrating for me. I wanted to get laid, but instead, I acquired the reputation of a prick teasing ice princess. It was Eric's fault."
She said, "Time marched on and I became fifteen. I confronted Eric. I stomped into his presence and told him I wanted to go all the way with my current boyfriend and I expected him not to interfere. He told me that I expected too much. He told me that the age of consent was sixteen and I would be virgin on my sixteenth birthday. He said, "You may or may not be allowed more freedom after that." He also told me that our father would not approve of my antics. That really pissed me. It was a threat beyond our long-standing rules of fair play.
Eric talked with my boyfriend. Suddenly, he was afraid to be near me. He told me that he had decided that we should see other people. My frustrations became unbearable."
She continued, "I had no real education as to the mechanics of sex beyond what my girlfriends had told me. I certainly had no idea of the complicated emotional bonds that develop between lovers. Almost all of my girlfriends were more advanced than I was. They had more freedom to explore. They didn't have Eric watching over them.
I had one incident where I had what I now know was a mini orgasm. I was riding a horse and dreaming of one of my would-be lovers. I was infatuated with that young man, at the time. I first noticed that I was wet and then it just happened. It wasn't very powerful. I thought there should be more from what I had heard. I tried every way I could think of to make it happen again but I couldn't."
"Sometime later," she said, "I had one of my girlfriends spend the night with me. Her name was Emily. We were to lead cheers at a soccer match in another village the next day. It was convenient for her to spend the night at our home and then ride with us to the match. We all went to bed at ten in the evening. My friend and I were sharing my bed. About two hours later movement awakened me in my room. It could have been the monsters returned but it wasn't. It was Eric. I feigned sleep. Eric woke Emily and in whispers, bade her go to his room with him. She slipped out of bed and took his hand. He led her away. I wasn't surprised. I had seen their flirts earlier."
She giggled and continued, "Eric brought her back about two hours later. I hadn't slept a wink but again, I feigned sleep. I watched with one eye barely cracked open. They kissed and I distinctly saw him caress one of her small breasts. I tingled inside. He tucked her under the covers, kissed her forehead and quietly left the room."
Anne continued, "After he was gone, I asked my friend, "Did you fuck him? I was trying to use big girl words. She turned to face me. She was bubbling with naughty delight. She said, "We didn't go all the way. I was afraid. I am still a virgin, you know. He was so sweet. He told me that he understood. He promised to shag me properly when I was ready." She said, "He kissed me and sucked my titties. He allowed me to touch his cock and play with it. He touched my clitoris. He made me cum with his fingers, Anne. I thought I would die. He showed me how to stroke him with my hands to make him feel good. His prick was big and hard. He made somewhat of a mess on his bed and some of it got on me." She whispered, "It was the stuff that makes a baby grow inside you. He put one little drop of it in my mouth. It tasted of salt. He helped me cum a second time before he brought me back." She giggled with me and asked, "When may I spend the night with you again?"
Anne went on, "I was jealous of her. I was excited too. I thought my friend had fallen asleep. I put my hand in my knickers. I was so wet. I rubbed my button. I tingled a bit but I couldn't make anything more happen. My friend turned to face me and without a word, she tried to help me. I enjoyed my own touch and hers too but I couldn't cum. We gave up and went to sleep.
Anne continued, "During the game the next day, Emily and I found a few minutes to be alone. She asked if I was going to tell anyone about her encounter with Eric. I assured her that I wouldn't. I had no desire to bring trouble to her or my brother. She then asked me if I had ever had an orgasm. I told her that I hadn't. I told her that I had tried and that I didn't think I could." Anne hesitated for a second and went on, "Emily said that I should ask Eric to help me. She said that he had made it happen easily for her."
Anne said, "I told her that I couldn't do that. He was my brother. She rolled her eyes and told me that if Eric were her brother, she would go to his bed every chance she got. We were interrupted and that conversation had to come to an end."
The story went on. Anne said. "I couldn't get my friend's suggestion out of my mind. All of my family went to bed at our regular time that night. I just lay there. I was toying with my clit. It felt good but that was all there was. I wanted fireworks and there just weren't any. I couldn't sleep and I thought of Eric helping Emily cum with his fingers. She had told me that it happened twice and it was easy. She tried to describe what she had felt but she didn't have the words. Her suggestion rang in my mind, "You should ask Eric to help you."
I wondered if he would. He had to know how frustrated I was. A moment later, I thought, "I know he loves me. The worst thing he could do would be to say no. I got out of bed and quietly moved down the hall to Eric's room. Light was leaking from under the door. I pecked on the door lightly with a fingernail. He opened the door and let me in. That wasn't unusual. I had been bringing my problems to him in the middle of the night for as long as either of us could remember."
She continued, "He had been reading. His small bedside lamp was the only thing making light in the room."
I said, "I was awake last night when you brought Emily back to my room. I was sure that I knew what the two of you were doing but I made her tell me anyway. She is in awe of you, Eric. She told me that you easily gave her two sweet orgasms." I pouted and said, "I've never had one. I want you to help me like you did Emily."
She continued, "His face registered shock." He said, "You are my sister. We can't play together sexually."
I said, "I don't want us to make a baby. I just want you to help me cum, with your finger." I hesitated before I added, "Just once, Eric, and then I will go back to my room."
He said, "No, Girl. Go back to your room right now. We can't do what you ask." He turned me around and headed me for the door. He firmly swatted my butt. I sniffled and turned to give him my saddest look. I made my eyes very big and said, "Plea-s-s-e-e-e."
He said, "No, Anne. Go to bed now." I was a little surprised. My big-eyed pout had never failed in the past with him or my father. He had threatened me with my father's wrath once before. I thought about returning the favor. Father would be very upset if he knew that Eric had taken my houseguest to his bed. I didn't make the threat. I knew I couldn't actually tell on him. I went back to my room. I crawled in my bed, curled up in a little ball and cried. I still couldn't sleep."
"The plot became thicker." She said, "An hour later, Eric came to my room. He held my hand and kissed my cheek." He said, "Anne, you are more important to me than all the rest of the girls in this village put together. Of course, I will help you." He said, "You have to follow my instructions and it has to be our secret forever. No one else could possibly understand.
She finished her story. "He did help me and it was easy. He just gave me some information that I hadn't had before. He told me that our brains are our most powerful sex organs. He told me that nothing would work unless our thoughts were in perfect order. He said that inducing an orgasm wasn't like rubbing to sticks together to start a fire. Just rubbing my clitoris wouldn't make it happen. He said I would have to be mentally aroused. Tuned in and turned on was the way he put it. He said he had never been with a girl that didn't cum when she was in the proper state of mind and she was properly stimulated. He began to stimulate me properly with sweet words and even sweeter physical intimacy.
It was easy. I trusted him completely. He was so gentle with me. It was very easy for me to be comfortable with him. It took about fifteen minutes that first time. I enjoyed every second of that foreplay even before I thought anything would happen. He was so good to me. He led me through the process and I had my first orgasm. It scared me when it happened. I started to scream. He clamped his hand over my mouth and cautioned me that I would wake Father. When it was over, he held me until I quit shaking. He tucked me under my covers and kissed my forehead just as he had done for Emily. He had made me very happy."
She paused. She said, "Do you know that there are great numbers of women who never learn to cum? Can you imagine that?" She continued, "In the next few days, he taught me to have those same sweet orgasms completely on my own. All I had to do was play in my mind as well as with my body. After that, we didn't have any further sexual contact, for a long time."
I said, "You said he taught you how to give pleasure orally."
She said, "He did for a fact but that was much later." She wiggled closer and giggled. She said, "Maybe that can be a story for another time."
I pulled her closer to me. It was easy for me to understand how she became involved with her brother. Given their relationship and their personalities, it would have almost been inevitable. I had no trouble understanding how it had happened at all. I whispered, "I understand."
She giggled and wiggled. I could hear the happiness in her voice and I could feel it in her squirming naked body. I decided not to ask any more questions and just allow myself to be in love with her, for the rest of her visit anyway.
She said, "I'm hungry." She slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom almost before I knew she was gone. I gave her some private time and then went to shower with her when I heard the water running. We laughed and flirted as we bathed each other but the monster had no energy. I promised that I would shag her properly later. She giggled.
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Linda was in the kitchen putting a picnic basket together when we walked in. She looked bright and sparkly. I gave her a sweet but quick peck on the cheek. I wanted to hold her and kiss her but I didn't want to make a show of it in front of Anne.
Linda said, "Eric and I are going up to High Point. We are going to have a picnic supper and watch the stars."
I said, "Anne is hungry right now."
Linda looked at Anne and said, "I'll bet that I can ease that pain." She asked, "What would you like?"
Anne replied, "I would like about five pounds of those ribs we had last evening but one of those sandwiches would be better for me."
Linda said, "I have chicken salad and ham with cheese." Anne chose chicken. Linda handed her a wrapped sandwich and then provided her with a Coke and some potato chips. Anne began to eat.
I said, "Linda, High Point is one of our special places."
She looked at me and giggled. She said, "Don't worry, Luke." I explained that to Eric when he asked me to take him up there. All we are going to do is watch the stars." She paused and said, "The two of you should come with us."
I asked, "Do you want to go stargazing, Anne?"
Anne tilted her head and said, "Do I understand this correctly? This a special place like your bedroom. You can't have sex with me there."
I laughed and answered, "Yes that is correct." Then I added, "I do promise to shag you properly upon our return."
Linda said, "Shag properly?"
I said, "It's an inside joke between us."
Anne moved between us and put an arm around both our shoulders. She kissed each of us on the cheek in turn. She said, "I think I'm in love with both of you. I do want to see High Point." She hesitated for a second and whispered to Linda, "Shag is a Scottish slang word. It means, to have sex. Luke promised to shag me properly. That means he intends to fuck my brains out." Linda broke up first and then we all laughed together.
I thought, "There is an imp inside of Anne."
Eric showed up a few minutes later. Linda sent him and me to the barn to fetch two of the four-wheelers. She said, "Bring a trailer too and load some firewood in it."
Eric and I talked as we walked the fifty yards to the barn. He asked, "Is little sister living up to your expectations?"
I answered, "She is indeed. Actually, she is more than I dreamed she would be."
He laughed and said, "I'm glad. She is glowing. I can tell by her look that you are making her happy."
I said, "Linda is in fine spirit too. That makes me know that the two of you are getting along." Eric looked at me and grinned.
I hooked the trailer to one of the Hondas. We loaded about fifteen four and five-inch split logs from the woodshed. It was very well seasoned red oak. It would ignite easily but I tossed in one of my homemade fire starter kits anyway. They will start a campfire of green willow wood in freezing rain.
We picked up the girls, food, a couple of blankets, some booze and went up the hill. I drove the ATV with the trailer and Anne rode with me. Eric and Linda rode the other little vehicle. I was impressed with Eric's skill. He obviously had some previous experience.
I enjoy taking guests to High Point. I'm proud of our small ranch and you can see almost everything from here. It was extra special on this trip. I was able to let Linda look at the property that I was negotiating to buy. We had driven around it together but she had never seen it from this perspective. It was a tad bigger than the property we already owned. We were about to more than double the acreage of our small ranch.
I got the fire going. Our guests were properly impressed, I think. We saw several small groups of deer. We watched them through the binoculars. This year's fawn crop should have been hitting the ground by then. The mothers keep them hidden when they are this young. I didn't expect to see any of them and we didn't. A coyote howled in the distance. It was like a scene from a western movie.
I drank water while we ate our sandwiches but then I broke out the whiskey and had two doubles while I cuddled with Anne and watched the sunset. The little white puffy cumulus clouds that had been rolling around the heavens all day were in the process of breaking down and dissipating as the air began to cool with the evening. They made the sunset spectacular but I could tell the sky would be a clear later. I thought, "The stars tonight will be big and bright." I continued the thought, "Deep in the heart of Texas."