Wife Wants a Hall Pass Ch. 50

We had a second dance and then sat to finish our drinks. I pointed out two pretty, young women sitting at the bar. I asked, "Are those girls hookers?"

Luke chuckled and said, "Probably"

I giggled and said, "They are cute." Then I whispered, "Do you want me to buy one of them for you?" He laughed.

He replied, "No, Baby. I'm sitting with the prettiest girl here, and I fuck her any time I want."

I got right in his ear and whispered, "Yes you do. Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

We left our empty glasses on the table. Luke took me by the wrist and led me back to the dance floor. As soon as he gathered me into his arms, he kissed me. It was sweet and soulful. He whispered, "I love you too, Tinker Bell."

We left and walked out the front door of the hotel. Luke helped me into the taxi that was next in line. He gave the cabby the address for the swinger club and away we went. It was after eight but the sky was still light. I asked, "Do you think we might be going too early." I realized that the light was artificial. We were in a sea of neon and street lights.

Luke said, "Maybe, but I really don't expect much of this place. These on site clubs are never what they should be. If it is a bust, we can still go to a show or do something else.

We arrived at our destination and gained admission without mishap. The place impressed me as being more than a bit sleazy. The ambiance was dark and foreboding. Luke and I had dressed up but just a bit. We were overdressed. The first thing I noticed was a short, fat, bald man. He must have been in his sixties. He was sitting at the bar with his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. His fat and flabby muscles were on display. He was openly leering at me. I took no offense. He was leering at every woman that walked by.

Luke looked around the room. He said, "I definitely brought the prettiest girl to this party." I giggled and kissed his cheek. I didn't want to turn loose of his arm. The men in the room looked as if they would have drawn and quartered me had Luke not been there. I couldn't imagine how they would have divided me up.

I said, "I don't think I like this place."

Luke said, "Well, we are here. Let's have a drink and explore. Maybe it will get better."

We walked to the bar and Luke acquired a glass of wine for me and his double Crown Royal. There were two pretty girls sitting at the bar. They smiled, squirmed in their seats, and batted their fake eyelashes at Luke. Luke barely shook his head. They lost interest in him and went back to bullshitting with each other.

I asked, "More hookers?"

Luke answered, "Yep. They look like the best prospects in here."

I giggled and offered to buy one for him. I said, "Honestly, it's only ten dollars." He laughed. I asked, "What do they really charge?"

He said, "I would guess the asking price would be around five hundred bucks."

I said, "Remember when Ed Fuller told me I could get rich hanging around his place in Las Vegas?"

Luke chuckled again and said, "Hookers earn their money. How would you like to fuck the little, bald, fat man sitting behind me?" Then he whispered, "Now, think about fucking ten or twelve like him in a night. You could make five or six grand."

I giggled and said, "I would do that for you if you needed the money." He swatted me on the butt and I yelped aloud. He took me on a tour of the place. We didn't run across anything risqué until we climbed the stairs to the second floor.

The first thing that grabbed my attention was a tall, skinny boy with long hair. He was dressed as if maybe he was the drummer in a really raunchy rock band. An equally skinny little black girl was sucking his cock big time. While we watched, he pulled his dick out of her face and whacked off. He shot his cum in her face and hair. She stood and they kissed. He took a paper napkin from a table and wiped his cum off her as best he could. He put his arm around her and they walked down the stairs together.

Luke said, "I like our club better."

I giggled and said, "I want another drink."

We walked by a place called, "The Orgy Room." We stopped for just a moment to watch. There were eight people in there, three women and five men. It took me about five seconds to know that I didn't want to be involved.

The next room was labeled, "Threesomes." It was more interesting. There were two men on a woman. They were in an act of double penetration. One man was on his back with his cock buried in her cunt. The other guy was butt fucking her slowly. The thing that impressed me was the depth of his penetration. My pussy tingled. Luke and Bobby Wilkinson had fucked me that way once. I loved it. This woman appeared to love it too. My pants would have become wet if I had been wearing any. I hid my reaction from Luke. He is not into anal play.

There were some other rooms, but they were all labeled, "Private."

Luke led me down the stairs. My eyes had adjusted to the low light condition. The place looked less foreboding than it had before. The bottom level just looked like any other lounge. People sat, drank, and talked. Luke and I were drawing a lot of attention. I knew that we looked out of place.

When we walked by the bar, Luke asked, "Do you really want another drink?"

I said, "Yeah. Let's sit and watch for a few minutes. Luke acquired drinks and we walked together into what we would call the quiet room in our club. As we stood looking for a place to sit, a nice looking couple approached us. They were about our age. They seemed confident and friendly. The woman giggled and took Luke's hand.

She said, "You two beautiful people seem new to the place. Come sit and talk with us for a few minutes."

We let them lead us to a table situated inside a shadow at the edge of darkness. Almost immediately, the male member of the duo asked me to dance. I looked at Luke and his eyes told me that it was my decision. The dance floor was only ten or so steps away and I knew that I wouldn't be out of Luke's sight, so I consented.

On the dance floor, he became brash and lost what charisma he had displayed before. He was far too forward with me, far too soon. I listened to his proposition and absorbed his pawing of me through the first dance. I declined a second one. I asked him to take me back to the table.

Luke rose from his seat as we approached. He stood until I was seated and sat next to me. Without preamble and loud enough for all of us to hear, he said, "Sweetheart, I assume you were propositioned, as I was. What do you think?" I answered, "Oh Luke, It was the best offer since we got here, but we can't accept. You know we have a prior commitment." We finished our drinks, apologized, and took our leave.

We went back to the hotel. It was still early when we got there.

I steered Luke back to the little dance room that we had visited earlier. I had another glass of wine and danced with Luke again. He is so good to me when we dance. It seems that he can read my mind. He can be the perfect gentleman, a little risqué, or downright lewd depending on my mood.

I love him. He was being a little risqué. (I love that word.) We sat to have our drinks and I asked Luke if we could play blackjack for a while. We finished our drinks and had one more dance. We both were lewd this time. I rubbed my pussy on him until I tingled all over. He laughed sweetly and kissed me again before he took me to a blackjack table.

Jerry hadn't been in the dance club. I had looked for him.

We gambled until almost midnight. I ran out of money quickly. I'm not a gambler and I make it a rule not to lose more than a hundred whatever I'm doing. Luke was making fifty-dollar bets and he won three hundred dollars. I drew Luke into another conversation about hookers. At length, He asked me, "Why are you fixating on hookers tonight."

I hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I've been watching them. I want to be one." After another pause, I said, "Don't you remember? It's on my bucket list. I want to sell myself to one man for a lot of money once. I want to be a hooker for one night."

He said, "I do remember, but it's not a good idea, Baby. What if the guy you chose was Jack the Ripper or maybe a cop. You could wind up dead, in jail, or somewhere in between."

I said, "Well if you aren't going to let me sell any pussy, I might as well give some away. I think it's time for you to take me to our room."

Luke took my hand and started for the elevator lobby. He said, "I thought you were going to keep me down here all night."

When we got to the room, I tried to fuck my sweet husband to death. We both enjoyed every second of our encounter, but that's not the story I want to tell.

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The next evening promptly at nine, Luke and I walked into the little dance club and claimed a table. Luke thought it had been his idea to bring me here. He ordered drinks and I had half a glass of wine before we danced. I do love dancing with Luke. The way we move together is magical.

Jerry was in the club when we got there. I caught his eye and smiled at him as we came in. He flirted back with me, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He waited twenty minutes before he approached us. Luke and I had two dances, and I was working on my second glass of wine.

He walked confidently up to us and said, "Jerry Horn," as he bowed his head slightly and extended his hand for Luke to shake.

Luke took his hand and said his own name. While they shook, Jerry said, "Your lady is the prettiest woman in this city, I think. I have watched you dance together. The two of you have created an art form. I would be honored if you would allow me to beg her for one small dance."

Luke looked at me, and said, "Linda?"

I offered my hand to jerry and said, "I would love to dance with you, Mr. Horn." Jerry took my hand and helped me from my seat.

He said, "Please call me Jerry." I kissed Luke on the cheek and Jerry led me away.

As he took me in his arms, he turned his back to Luke and I felt his hand lightly caress one of my breasts. I felt both my nipples stiffen. The butterflies became active again. I heard myself make a mewing sound and I collapsed against him for a second. I recovered quickly and stole a glance at Luke to see if he had noticed. Luke was walking out the door into the corridor.

I said, "Luke has left the room. Please take me into the dark and kiss me." We squeezed his hard cock between us as we kissed.

I made up a story for Jerry. I said, "Luke and I will play blackjack later. Stay where we can see each other but don't be obvious. Luke has been invited to participate in a private poker game. It's high stakes and it will last probably until noon tomorrow. If I can beg my way out of going with him, maybe we can have some time together later.

I checked to make sure Luke hadn't returned and I kissed Jerry again. He grabbed a hand full of my ass and ground his cock into my belly, but not too forcefully. He was being nice. He was fully aware of what I had just offered him. I thought of my dream. I wanted his white hot molten cock inside of me.

We cleaned up our act and the music ended. Jerry walked me back to our table and Luke arrived there at about the same time we did. Jerry formally handed my hand to Luke, and he bowed as he offered his thanks to both of us. He smiled, turned and walked away.

Luke and I sat together. I was still flushed from my hanky-panky with Jerry. Luke noticed. He asked, "Did you enjoy the dance?"

I giggled and said, "Oh yes. That man was elegance personified. Dancing with him was like drifting on a cloud." I fanned my face with a drink menu from the table. I asked, "Would you mind if I found him later and asked him for a dance?"

Luke Laughed and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

I said, "He said his name was Jerry Horn. Should I know him beyond that?"

Luke told me about him. He said, "While you were dancing, I went to the lobby and got this." He handed me a hotel brochure that had Jerry's picture front and center. Luke said. "He is the guy that owns the company that puts these conventions and seminars together. They do it in every major city in the country. He is worth a shit-load of money. I recognized him because I had seen this brochure before." He paused to catch his breath and continued, "He's a good man too. He gives millions to the Shriner Hospitals for Children."

I said, "He just seemed like a sweet guy to me."

Luke noticed the glimmer in my eye. He said, "He's a little old for you, isn't he?" He said, "My little slutty Tinker bell has the hots for this old guy, doesn't she?"

I giggled and said, "I can't help it. Come dance with me." I led him onto the floor. I whispered in Luke's ear, "I would guess he is in his early fifties. He is ten years younger than Bobby Wilkinson is, and only six or eight years older than you are. He did excite me. I think he is the one."

Luke asked, "The one for what?"

I let him wait for a few seconds while I thought about what to say now. Finally, I said, "He is the rich old gentleman that I'm going to sell my body to. I want to be his whore for one night." I paused and said, "We are leaving tomorrow afternoon. It needs to happen tonight." I felt Luke stiffen in my arms. I gave him a few seconds, and then I said, "Whoring myself out is on my bucket list. Pl-e-e-a-a-se, let me have this fantasy."

To be continued...