Wife Wants a Hall Pass Ch. 53

Hall Pass (53) Some Time to Ourselves

By: LewdLuke

It was the last Friday in March and I was driving my little TR3 on the way home from work. On the Last Friday of each month, Linda and I usually go dancing at the club. Due to our latest adventure in Atlantic City, we had decided to skip it this month. We had recently become lax in observing our hall pass rules but we had agreed to try to get back on track. We had been a bit too active in the last couple of months. Both of us needed to kick back a little, or maybe, a lot. I was looking forward to a quiet weekend at home. In fact, I intended to take the complete month of April as a recovery period. I wanted to spend some time with Linda and make it extra special if I could.

We were planning to go to Scotland in May to see Bobby, Michelin and their new baby. I anticipated some hanky-panky on that trip. I knew that Linda wanted to spend some time with Bobby and I certainly wanted to be with Michelin. In my mind, I could hear the lilt of her Highlander accented voice. I became aroused every time I thought of her.

On the same trip, Linda wants to meet Eric and Anne Littleton in Paris for a couple of days. Eric is a young Scott that Linda had met two years ago. They have felt a strong attraction for each other. Linda has nicknamed him Lancelot, after King Author's Knight of the Round Table. I know that she has promised to spend some time in his bed. I gave her a pass to be with him last year but it didn't work out. That pass is still valid and I know that Linda protects it as if it were a treasure.

I think of Anne as, "Anne with a silent E." She is Eric's sister and she could play the part of a Viking Princess in a Hollywood movie. I think of her that way. She and I have never slept together but we have made some seriously lewd promises to each other. I chuckled to myself and thought, "I'm going to lose some weight on this trip."

I drove through our gate and parked in the barn. I thought that I wouldn't need the little sports car over the weekend and I liked to keep it out of the sunlight and the rain as much as I could.

The barn is about fifty yards from the house. When I started walking that way, I heard Linda call to me. She said, "Wait." I looked up to see her walking toward me. On her arrival, she kissed me then said, "We need to take one of the four-wheelers back to the house. I want you to take me up to High Point. We can watch the sunset and count the stars after dark." She paused and then said, "You can clean-up, kick back and have a drink while I finish making dinner. We can eat before we go."

High Point is the highest elevation on our small ranch. It is one of our special places. We go there when we have the need to be very close. I wanted to be close this weekend. High Point would be a good place to start.

The weather was perfect. It was very clear, very dry and the temperature was in the middle seventies. I liked the idea and told her so. I knew it would be cooler after dark. I hitched up the small utility trailer to the four-wheeler so we could carry some firewood up the hill. We rode to the house.

I decided to shower and change clothes before kicking back with a drink and letting myself unwind. My day at work had been productive, so I was in good spirits. I knew Linda's company would enhance my mood even more.

In our approach to High Point, the last hundred yards or so is the most difficult. When we come here on horseback, we always dismount and walk them up this last incline. The terrain here is steepest and there is some loose stone on the slope. We never bring the horses here at night, or if we plan to stay after dark.

The little Honda four-wheeler is much better here. I kicked it into four-wheel drive and low gear. It just crawled slowly up the hill and took us to the flat spot on top with no strain.

Linda spread our blanket at our usual lookout spot and I unloaded our drink cooler and the firewood. I opted not to start the fire. It might be that we don't need it for warmth and we both enjoy the dark more on a clear night. The stars seemed to shine brighter if there is no firelight.

I poured a glass of wine for Linda and popped a bottle of beer for me. We sat together on the blanket and made ourselves comfortable. The Sun was already near the horizon in the western sky but sundown was still twenty minutes away. Shadows on the land below us had become very long. Twilight was upon us.

We used the field glasses to search for deer along the edges of the winter wheat fields that lay between the Sun and us. We found several groups of them. Winter was over and they all looked well-fed and healthy. There were no little ones yet. They would be born in May.

The Sun sank lower and the shadows became longer and darker. The natural camouflage of the deer was perfect for this time of day when they are most active. They seemed to disappear right before our eyes. Soon they weren't discernable even through our powerful binoculars. The only living things left to watch were the cattle that wandered in the pasturelands. They were coming together into small herds and preparing to bed down for the night.

A very light breeze pushed across our hill. It was a good thing. It was just enough to entice Linda to snuggle up closer to me. I put an arm around her and kissed her forehead. I drew an almost inaudible purr out of her.

The Sun touched the horizon and then quickly sank out of sight. The stars began to pop out in their thousands. The brightest ones became visible first. The Moon had been above the horizon all day. It was higher in the sky than the Sun and still hung there just a bit south of west. It was a crescent, not yet a quarter full. Still, it would add some unwanted light to the night sky. It would sink below the horizon before midnight but I doubted that we would stay out that late.

Linda asked for another glass of wine. I poured it for her. I didn't even want another beer.

After a quiet moment, I asked, "What did you bring me up here to talk about?"

Linda giggled and said, "You always have me figured out, don't you?"

I answered, "Well, we have been hanging out together for a long time. I think I know you pretty well." I paused and said, "Answer my question."

She said, "I have some misgivings about our last escapade. I want to talk about it. Our hobby is getting out of hand. I want to put the brakes on." She said, "Luke, I got so scared when I realized I didn't know where you were or who you were with." She paused and continued, "I thought I had sorted all this out in my mind but I haven't.

I knew she wasn't finished I let her go on.

She said, "When it was over, I felt like such a slut. I decided I wanted to spend a night with Jerry two minutes after I met him. It didn't have anything to do with my bucket list. He just turned me on. I spent two days manipulating you into giving me a pass so I could be with him for a few hours, and then I enjoyed him too much." She sniffled and said, "You took me on the trip so that we could have some time together. I'm so ashamed of myself. Sometimes I am so selfish." She snuggled up to me and hid her face in my shoulder. She whispered, "You knew the whole time that I was up to something. Like always, you let me get away with it so I could have my way."

I asked, "Are you ready to quit swinging?"

She didn't answer for a long time.

I said, "Truth time."

She sat up and looked at me. She said, "No." After a pause, she continued, "I don't see how we can. We have too many people involved in our lives. I'm not ready to give up my friendship with Ed. I know you want something special with Caroline and she is already my friend and yours too, I think." She said, "Barb will always be special to us and what about Peggy?"

I asked, "What about Bobby and Michelin. We are supposed to visit them again in May. I do want to see their baby but you know that's not really what this trip is going to be about."

She said, "I know. I want to be with Bobby again." She said, "Hell, I heard you say Michelin's name in your sleep earlier this week. I know she is on your mind and extra special to you."

I said, "Yeah, and what about Lancelot and the Viking Princess? Do you still want to meet them in Paris?"

She answered, "I still want to meet them but I actually don't much care where. It was Anne that mentioned Paris." She paused and said, "We still have some unfinished business with Walt and Liz too."

I said, "They are lowest on the totem pole."

Linda asked, "How can that be? You and Walt are tied together financially through your business dealings."

I answered, "One thing won't affect the other. They have made new alliances with their friends in Florida as far as swinging goes. They have pretty much moved on already. We will all still be friends and we might want to play together again but they won't be around as much as they have been."

Finally, she said, "Tell me what we should do."

I said, "We are going to lie here together and enjoy this beautiful starry-starry night sky until we see at least one meteor. After that, I'm going to take you home and spend the rest of the weekend holding you and loving you. I'll think about what we have said and figure something out. I think that maybe we should talk to Kay. I agree that we do need to put the brakes on to some extent."

Linda rolled on top of me and kissed me.

I said, "You can't see the stars from there."

She replied, "Yes I can. I always see stars when you kiss me." She giggled.

She rolled off me and snuggled up close with her head nestled into the hollow of my shoulder. I heard her sigh, she threw a leg over me and I felt her body relax beside me. I had experienced this with her before. She had told me what was troubling her. The ball was in my court. She didn't have to think about her problem anymore. It was up to me to find a solution and she would accept whatever I decided. She is a submissive. She hides it pretty well from others but the truth is, she is always completely submissive to me.

She was comfortable and she would sleep now if I let her. On the other hand, she would enthusiastically have sex with me in any manner I chose. I chuckled to myself and decided to let her sleep. I could look at the stars and spend some time thinking while I cuddled with her. It was a beautiful night and I was comfortable too.

In a very few minutes, she was asleep. It wasn't a deep sleep. Maybe she was in that special place between sleep and wakefulness. I could see her eyes moving under their lids. She was dreaming.

Of course, I knew what was happening. Every so often, something triggers feelings of guilt in her. The same thing happens to me sometimes. I think this time it was having too much fun with Jerry. She also feels guilty about being the trollop and slut that she has become. In the sweetest sense of the words, she has definitely become those things. She is highly sexed, more so now than at any other time of her life. She just turned forty and she is in fear of growing old. Kay told me that the sex hormones in her body were more powerful than they have ever been. She thinks of herself as a nymphomaniac. I have come to think of her as a sex-machine. I think of her as a beautiful sex-machine and I wouldn't change her at all, even if I could.

The truth is she has shed her inhibitions against giving herself to other men. If they impress her properly, she can become very receptive to them in a very short time. She says that she isn't bisexual but she will give herself to another woman almost as easily under the right circumstances. As long as she has my permission, these acts of promiscuity are okay in her mind. They are okay in my mind too. Hell, I'm the one who gives her permission. My main goal in life is to make her happy.

Another word popped into my mind, "Cuckold." Am I a cuckold? According to the strictest definition, "A man whose wife strays," I guess I am but then my promiscuity easily eclipses Linda's. These are just words. I think of us as swingers and I love her. We love each other.

A meteor flashed across the sky. It was very small and very fast. It was a streak and then it was gone. Its total period of visibility was less than a tenth of a second. I knew that it was a particle the size of a small pebble moving at a very high speed. I wondered how many people saw it. In all of our billions that live on this planet, I might have been the only one.

I jostled Linda and said, "Hey Baby, I saw our meteor. We can go home now."

She whimpered and replied, "It didn't count. I didn't see it. Hold me and let's stay another few minutes." She snuggled a bit closer and I held her a little tighter. She slipped back into her dream world.

I returned my attention to the stars. I tried to think about the vastness of the Universe. There is no way to comprehend a distance of 13.7 billion light-years but we can see almost that far through our best radio telescopes. In addition, 13.7 billion years is the theoretical abyss of time between the big bang and now. That fact in its self is awe-inspiring. When I was a child, I watched Buck Rodgers and Tom Corbett on TV. Buck was a hero trying to right all the wrongs on Mars and Tom was a space cadet learning all about our solar system. I wanted to grow up and go to space.

I know more about the real universe now. I am happy with my place in it right where I am. I breathe the sweet air of this perfect planet. I have food to eat, water to drink and this beautiful woman lying here beside me to share it all. Who could ask for more? The night sky is beautiful but there are nasty places out there in the void. I'm happy to be right here.

Half an hour later, Linda stirred and said my name. I squeezed her to let her know she had my attention. She spoke softly, "Take me home and crawl in our bed with me."

I knew there wouldn't be any sex tonight. If that was going to happen it would have happened already, right here on this hilltop. It had happened here many times before. We had been fucking like horny little bunnies ever since we got home from Atlantic City. I think she had been trying to make up for the way she had acted. There was no apology needed but then, she had no idea how much fun I had with my one-night love affair with the farmer's daughter. She hadn't asked and I hadn't told her anything beyond the fact that Ella was a very sweet young girl and she had spent the night with me.

Linda's mind was finally at rest after our talk. Her body needed to rest and catch up. I would hold her and let her sleep. The truth was, I needed a night off too. Linda gives me credit for much more stamina than I actually possess. It is very difficult for me to keep up with her some of the time. I took her home.

We snuggled in bed together. I held her in our spoon.

She wiggled her butt as she does and giggled. She whispered, "We can have sex later if you want but try not to wake me."

I pinched the nipple on the boob I was holding. She yelped but then she put her hand over mine and squeezed. She snuggled closer and two minutes later, she was asleep. I wondered if I could fuck her without waking her. It had never happened in the past. I decided that it couldn't be done. I chuckled to myself and then I was asleep.

XXXXX

I had weird dreams through the night. I dreamed about Michelin. I dreamed about fucking her on the mountain and listening to her love sounds bounce off a rock wall across the small canyon from us. I heard myself chuckle in my sleep. I was such a beautiful dream about an equally beautiful memory.

Suddenly, we were in the bedroom that I used in the Wilkinson manor house. I was on my knees behind Michelin. I was holding her hips in my hands and I was stuffing my cock up her tight ass. The thing that surprised me was, that too was a beautiful dream about another thing that we had done together. I had told Michelin at the time that I would want to do that again. Subconsciously and right up until that moment, I had been unaware that I could enjoy something like that.

I dreamed about Bobby and I double fucking Linda on the bearskin rug in the great room. Bobby took her anally while I was in her sweet pussy. We were giving Linda the double penetration experience that she had asked for on her bucket list. She had happily enjoyed it but what the dream made me realized was how much I had enjoyed helping her live her fantasy. It has always been important for me to make her happy.

The last dream was about Linda's recent nasty experience with Jerry Horn. The latest escapade of hers was undoubtedly the thing that had induced my dreams. I hadn't been present and I knew that I was only imagining what had happened. My dream was vivid. It was as if I had been there mystically. Jerry was holding her in place and fucking her ass without mercy. The apparent violence of the act amazed me and I was truly amazed by how much Linda seemed to enjoy it. This dream startled me to wakefulness.

Linda's place in our bed was empty. There was daylight in our room but I could tell it was still early. I pushed the memory of my dreams out of my thoughts. I listened but there was no sound of Linda's movement anywhere in the house. I could smell coffee. The coffee induced me to get up. I relieved myself in the bathroom and washed my face. I took the time to brush my teeth and then I dressed in sweats for my morning run. I went downstairs.

The coffee was ready in the maker but Linda wasn't in the house. I correctly deduced that she was doing her run around the lake. Our runs are the one thing we don't do together. We run at different speeds.

I put two slices of whole wheat bread in the toaster. I needed something to take the edge off my hunger. I took a cup, coffee, sugar and soft butter to the patio table. The temperature was only a couple degrees cooler than it had been up on the hill last night. I felt good in the sweats.

I returned for the toast when it was finished. I watched Linda through my field glasses while I sipped coffee and ate the buttered toast. She is such a beautiful woman and she has the grace of an impala when she runs. She looks so sexy, even in sweats. Maybe, I should have said, "Especially in sweats." My dick got hard as I watched her.

Presently, she crossed the finish line and broke her run. It was evidently the end of her second lap. She only does two. She stopped and bent over with her hands on her knees and took a few deep breaths. She straightened up, draped her towel over her shoulder and began her five-minute walk to the house. She would be properly cooled off by the time she got here.

I went back into the kitchen and acquired another cup and some cream. I had a properly doctored coffee ready for her before she arrived.

Linda walked up. She said, "Good morning, Sweetheart" and kissed my forehead. She sipped her coffee before she sat down and asked, "Did you see the deer?"

I answered, "No, where were they?"

She replied, "I'll see if I can find them for you." She sat her coffee on the table and picked up the binoculars. She leaned over the rail and began to glass the lower part of the lake trail.

It seemed as though several things happened all at once. First, the outline of Linda's cute bottom became visible under her thin sweat pants. I had looked at and appreciated the shape of that sweet ass a thousand times before but this time, it grabbed my complete attention.

Next, the memory of my dreams from the night before surfaced in my mind. I was holding Michelin's hips in my hands as I enthusiastically butt fucked her. I remembered her telling me that I had better bugger Linda before I brought her back to Scotland. Then I remembered that Kay had told me the same thing.

Images of both Bobby and Jerry butt fucking Linda were the next pictures to pop into my head. I had seen Bobby do her up close. I was lying under her with my cock in her pussy while he did it. My mind recounted that event for me in extreme detail and full color.