Wife Wants a Hall Pass Ch. 50

Sometime later, we were invited to go dancing at a nightclub that was a known place for swingers to meet and greet. We met a couple there that impressed us. They had more experience than we had and finally offered to help us get our feet wet in the swinger's scene. A short time later, we swapped with them. That was the first time that I had vaginal sex with any man other than Luke. I enjoyed him very much, but Luke and I both had some serious after thoughts and misgivings.

The other woman in our first foursome helped Luke through the experience. She was a tall well-built American Indian girl with hair that had the color and iridescence of a raven's wing. Luke said that she was the opposite of me. He called her, his Amazon.

We were hooked. Things have progressed since then. Luke had feared that this would destroy our marriage. It didn't. It brought us closer together if anything.

Luke and I developed our hall pass system with the help of a friend who is a retired psychiatrist. She helped us through the mental anguish that we caused each other. Extramarital sex has become easier for us. It enhances our own love life. She told me that Luke and I were a matched pair. We were both highly oversexed. I looked up the word, nymphomaniac, once. The dictionary talked about me. My shrink friend said there was no such thing as a nymphomaniac. She doesn't know everything.

The beautiful quickie that I just shared with Luke would have been less special had I not been propositioned earlier in the day. That sweet offer excited me and probably Luke too when I told him about it. Luke and I think of outside sex more or less as a hobby now. Luke says that it's more fun than playing tennis.

This brings me back to the young Alpha that I met today. I wanted to think about him some more. He was an impressive young man and I enjoyed the effect he had on me. The sweet glow I had inside me right then was mainly from Luke, but that beautiful young man owned part of it too. I had thought of him for just a second while I was fucking Luke. I think Luke would give me a pass to be with him if I asked for it, except for one thing. He is too close to home.

We have agreed not to play with anyone that lives closer than a hundred miles away. So far, we have kept our swinging activities secret from the local people. We have relatives, straight friends, and Luke's employees to consider.

I don't know where my young alpha lives, but the store is only twenty miles from here. I didn't know him but the chances are that he knows someone that knows me and vice versa. Security is paramount. I conceded to myself that he was off limits to me. I knew that I would flirt with him if I saw him again. I giggled to myself, but then I put him out of my mind.

I snuggled closer to Luke and wiggled my butt. Even in his sleep, he drew me a little closer and held me a little tighter. I was very satisfied, comfortable, and feeling the afterglow inside. I needed to clean up, but I couldn't get out of bed without waking Luke. I thought, "Fuck it, I can clean up later." I allowed myself to sleep with Luke's little wrigglers swimming happily in my belly. Mother Nature would be pleased with us.

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I slept for a couple of hours. It was dark out when I awoke. There was no light leaking around our drapes. I wiggled my butt and Luke answered by squeezing my boob that he was holding. I cooed for him and stretched my body as much as I could without making him let go of me.

He said, "I have been lying here enjoying myself and holding you. I hope you don't have to get up right away."

I replied, "I have to tinkle."

He said, "Give me one more little minute."

I wiggled in his arms to let him know that I could do that. I made a mewing sound and cuddled with him for another four or five minutes.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I sat on the throne and tinkled. I got a whiff of my cunt. I smelled like a day old open can of tuna fish. I was glad that Luke hadn't been near that thing since I woke up. I douched thoroughly. Luke likes me to be sparkly and taste like strawberries.

My gynecologist says that I am one of the lucky ones. I can douche as often as I like because my body produces generous amounts of lubricant to replace what I wash out. I know that I will be slippery inside in a just little while and with any stimulation at all, I will become very wet. Luke calls me his little squirter.

I brushed my teeth and got into the shower. Luke usually joins me when he hears the water running. We shower together almost every day when we are in the house alone. He showed up right on schedule. He held me and kissed me under the water spray for a moment. He says he likes to hold me when I'm all wet and slippery with soap. I giggled inside. He likes to fuck me when I am like that too. That didn't happen this time.

We washed and dried each other, dressed in robes and slippers, and went to the kitchen. I made sandwiches from fried ham and cheese. I offered Luke a bowl of soup, but he opted for a few potato chips instead.

After supper, he made himself a drink and poured a glass of my white wine for me while I cleaned the dishes. The temperature outside was nice. We snuggled together in a lounger by the pool and enjoyed the night together. The sky was high and dark. It was full of stars, but there was no moon at all. Luke pointed out the running lights of an airliner that was cruising very high up. We watched it until it lost itself in the distance. We never heard a sound from it.

Luke said, "I'm going to Atlantic City for three days next week. It's a business trip, but I would like for you to go with me if you want to."

I asked about the trip. He said, "There is a convention for machine shop and foundry owners and suppliers. I want to see what I can find out about a new metal alloy that has been touted up to me. It could improve our sand casting operation. I can do everything I need to do in one morning, and we can use the other two days as playtime for you and me. We can stay an extra day or two if we are having fun." He continued, "We will be staying at a hotel that has a casino on the first level."

I giggled for him and said, "Sure, I want to go. Count me in. We have never been there." I paused and asked, "What days do I need to have off work?"

He said, "I had planned on flying up on Sunday the week after next. You should take the whole week off, in case we decide to stay an extra couple of days."

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We did all that. We arrived at the Resorts Casino Hotel late in the afternoon on the appointed day. I was all excited. I was expecting a lot of bells ringing and cymbals clashing in a high-speed hustle and bustle. The place was a little more laid back than that. I was excited anyway.

We were far from home and in a high dollar hotel. I expected to have some really good sex with Luke that night. It was much better than I expected, but I'm going to skip over that part of the story. I want to get to the good stuff.

The next morning, Luke went to the presentation that he had come for. I begged off saying that I wanted to sleep late. He kissed me good-bye told me he would be back a bit after noon. I did sleep late, but I got up and showered about nine. I called room service and ordered breakfast.

A bellhop arrived about twenty minutes later with my ham and eggs. He was a cutie, and I naturally flirted with him enough to draw his attention. I asked him if he knew of a swinger's club in the city. He told me there were two he could recommend. One was an on-premises club and the other was evidently similar to our club at home. He said that we could get into the offsite club by paying a cover charge at the door. The other club was by invitation only.

I asked if he could get me an invitation for a couple and for tonight. He said he could but it would cost him a hundred dollars. I instructed him to get the invitation, and I would pay a hundred and fifty for it. He told me it would take two or three hours, but he would be back. I kissed his cheek and said, "Thanks. You are a sweetheart." He left the room.

I had a couple hours to kill before Luke returned so I decided to walk around downstairs and explore on my own for an hour or so. I slipped into a nice little blue cocktail dress over nothing, and I wore a pair of white three-inch stiletto heels that screamed, "Catch me if you can." I had worn the whole outfit before but no one here had ever seen it. My hair was in my signature ponytail, which was okay in the middle of the day. I look younger when I wear my hair this way. I wore my wedding rings and the gold and silver pendant that Luke had given me. I let it go at that. I checked my look in the mirror. I thought, "Damn, you are looking fine, Girl."

When I stepped onto the elevator, a most attractive older gentleman occupied it. He was dressed casually in comfortable looking slacks and a button-up short-sleeved sports shirt. His slip-on loafers were Italian. I would bet he had a thousand dollars on his feet alone. I noticed he wasn't wearing socks. He was wearing a simple gold wedding band on his left hand ring finger and a nice but not gaudy nugget ring on the other hand. I understand that is the sign of a gambler.

When he spoke, he simply said, "Good morning." I looked up at him. I guessed him to be in his early fifties. His hair was very dark but not glossy black. That touch of grey at the temples, which I find so sexy in older men, was there. I was sure his steel blue eyes could pierce the thin polished cotton dress I was wearing. I almost felt naked before him. His eyes were fixed on mine. He had too much class to let me catch him appraising my body. I was sure that he had done that at a glance before I was in the elevator car with him.

I smiled and returned his greeting.

He said, "You are not a New Jersey girl. You must be from the south. Talk to me, and I'll tell you which state."

I thought, "Sophistication shows, even in an attempted pick-up." I liked this man already. I had decided to let him pick me up for an hour's worth of conversation if he pursued me. I said, "I'm not from Florida, Sir."

He laughed lightly and said, "You, my girl, are from Texas. I would bet somewhere north of Dallas."

I was astounded. He could see it in my face. He said, "Your tan might have made me guess Florida if you hadn't chosen to speak. It had lasted all the way through winter. You must be able to spend some time in the sun even in the cold months. Your North Texas accent is obvious." He paused and said, "My name is Gerald. I wish you would call me Jerry." He stuck out his hand for me to shake.

I smiled again and took it. He brought his left hand up and held my hand in both of his. He looked in my eyes and said, "The rings on your left hand say that you have a husband hanging around somewhere. Why in the world is he letting a woman as beautiful as you wander around this place alone?"

I had to giggle at his straightforward approach. I guess he thought he didn't have much time. The elevator ride was almost over. He had already been successful. I thought, "Now he needs to ask me to walk with him."

The elevator stopped a few floors short of my destination. He held my hand until the doors began to open. He herded me to the back of the car and stood beside me as if we were together. A man and a woman nodded to us and stepped aboard. Our ride continued.

As we exited on the first floor Jerry said, "Walk with me a moment. We haven't finished our conversation."

I smiled and said, "Okay."

He asked me again about my husband. I replied, "We came here for a convention. He had a function to attend this morning so I have some time to myself. I decided to explore a bit." I paused, and then I said, "I noticed your ring too. Where is your Lady?"

He answered, "I lost her in a car crash a little over three years ago. I still wear her ring."

I strong feeling of empathy washed over me. My eyes became teary. I said, "I am so sorry."

He smiled and shrugged it off. He said, "If you are just exploring, allow me to show you around. I come here twice a year. I have a gambling addiction. I know my way around the place." He didn't give me a chance to say, no. He just took my hand and led me away.

I giggled to myself and went with him. He explained everything to me as we came to it. We pulled a few slot machines. He absorbed the losses and put the winnings in my handbag. At the blackjack table, he placed a black chip on the table, and he played one hand to demonstrate how the game worked. I allowed him to believe I had never been in a casino before. He lost.

We walked up to a dice table and watched until the dice came to him. He again used a black chip and rolled the dice. He hit a seven and won. He was paid and said, "Let it ride." He set ten as a point and hit it on his third roll. They paid him again. He removed all the chips from the table but one black one. He put the winnings in my purse. He rolled again and set six as a point. On his second roll, he hit a seven. He accepted the loss and we walked away.

He asked me if I would like a drink. I said, a Coke would be nice. He steered me into a small dance club off the main corridor. We sat at the bar and he ordered for us. I took a few sips and drank about half my Coke. He asked me to dance.

I went willingly into his arms. We danced. He danced very well and was very proper. He did get an erection and I felt it through my thin dress twice. I pretended I hadn't noticed it. He knew better.

He whispered, "I'm a widower, not a monk." He paused and said, "I see it is time for you to go. If you can have your husband bring you here between nine and ten this evening, I will ask him to allow me to dance with you. We can pretend we haven't met."

I said, "It can't happen tonight. We have plans. Can you be here tomorrow night?" He smiled and said, "I can and I will be here between nine and ten."

He danced me into a dark corner and kissed me. He had sensed that I had wanted it to happen. It was a sweet and respectful kiss. I opened for him and let his tongue dance with mine. The dance ended. He walked me to the elevators. They were almost next door to the dance club. It would be easy for me to find my way back to this place.

I squeezed his hand and said, "I can make it from here."

He said, "I had better take you all the way up. Who knows, I might find another kiss along the way."

We stepped onto the elevator together, and we were alone when the doors closed. I let him kiss me. I laid one of his hands on my breast and helped him squeeze gently. I wanted him to know how much he had impressed me. I'm sure he already knew.

I got off on my floor and he continued to go up.

I went into our room. It was eleven-thirty. Luke would be here in forty-five minutes or so. I wiped my shoes with a tissue and put them back in their bag. I took my dress off, brushed it down and hung it in the closet. I couldn't wear it again, but I had plenty of clothes. I stepped into the bathroom and did my thing. I pottied, brushed my teeth, and got into the shower. I didn't want Luke to smell cigarette smoke on me from the casino. I didn't want him to smell Jerry either.

I hadn't decided whether I would tell Luke about Jerry or not. I rarely tell Luke about the men that hit on me if I don't intend to take them up on their offers. If nothing is going to happen, then I don't need a pass. It's just easier not to bring it up unless he asks, of course. I decided I wouldn't tell Luke until another time and only then if I needed to. There is a chance that Luke and I can be there for me to meet Jerry tomorrow night. I do intend to try. I felt like I was conspiring with Jerry to fuck around behind Luke's back. I knew that Jerry believed that was happening. It wasn't. That will never happen.

I was in the shower just letting the water run over me. My pussy was tingling. It had been tingling since before Jerry kissed me the first time. I touched my clit. I am such a horny bitch sometimes. I find myself masturbating to completion quite often when I am alone. I allowed myself to have a little one, but then I stopped. I thought, "Save it for Luke."

I was sitting wrapped in a robe at the vanity when I heard Luke putting his key into the door's lock. I was using my blow drier. He kissed my forehead, took the machine out of my hand and finished drying my hair for me. I let him do it. I liked to feel pampered.

There was a Light rap on the door. Luke answered it. It was the young bellboy. He looked at Luke and said, "I have a delivery for Mrs. Bowman, Sir."

I turned in my chair and said, "I ordered it, Luke. You owe him a hundred-fifty dollars and a tip."

Luke handed him two one hundred dollar bills, and said, "Thank you, Son. Keep the change. Luke brought the envelope to me, but I told him to open it.

He chuckled when he saw what it was. He said, "It appears that my young and vibrant wife wants to inject some adventure into this adventure." He paused and said, "We got in trouble the last time we went to an on-premises house."

I giggled and said, "We will survive." I took the card and read it. I said, "This is an invitation, but it is for tonight only."

Luke answered, "We can walk and explore. I think an hour or so on a blackjack table would be fun. We can have dinner and then go check your club out."

Luke made a half-hearted attempt to take me to bed. I know he thought that I would want to save it so we would be horny later at the club. The arousal that Jerry had caused in me hadn't completely subsided. The oversexed bitch that I am, wanted a cock inside her. I let Luke talk me into it.

It was a beautiful happening. I got lost in Luke. I didn't think about Jerry or the swinger club or anything else. I became absorbed in Luke's sweet kisses and the actions of his splendid cock as I felt it move inside me. This was no quickie. We made it last for over an hour and I had two very nice orgasms. The second one was the best. Luke shared it with me, that time. His throbbing cock made me happy one more time.

We lay together and regained our breath. Luke asked, "What had you turned on this time, Little One?"

Jerry flashed into my mind. I wasn't ready to tell Luke about him yet. I said, "I'm in Atlantic City, in a swank hotel with the man I love so much. Don't you think I should be excited?" I giggled for him, but I felt guilty as if I had lied to him. I thought, "It doesn't matter. I'm not going to fuck Jerry." Then I had a second thought, "Be true to yourself, Linda. You want to fuck Jerry. You are trying to think of a way to make it happen."

I rolled over close to Luke and asked him to hold me. Luke held me, and he napped for about an hour. I drifted in and out of dreamland. I did sleep some, but it was a troubled sleep. I felt Jerry's hard cock brush against my belly while we danced. In my dream, it was glowing hot, and it burned me. I could taste his kisses. I wanted the taste of his cum in my mouth. I could feel his hot cock burning inside my cunt. I wanted him.

By the time that Luke and I had to get up, I had figured out a way. I thought, "Bucket list." All I had to do was get a pass from Luke. I thought, "You can do that." I wasn't very confident, but I resolved to give it my best effort.

We dressed and Luke took me downstairs about six. We had the nicest crab-leg dinner. I was so good that I almost overate. I hate myself when I do that. It makes me feel bloated, and I become lethargic. I had to force myself to stop, but I did, and I avoided the misery that comes with gluttony. I would get very fat very quickly if I just let myself go.

I said, "Luke, we passed a little dance club right after we got off the elevator. Take me there and buy me a glass of wine and dance with me before we go to the swinger's house."

He said, "I'm more than happy to do that." We went into the little place, and Luke ordered drinks for us. I sipped my wine and flirted with my husband. I became blatant about it. Other people noticed and Luke was embarrassed. He took me to the dance floor. He laughed and said, "Everyone thinks you are a ten dollar hooker trying to reel in a john." I giggled and snuggled close to him. We enjoyed our dance.