Lesbian Hall Pass for Wife - at Home

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It had been a couple months since I'd returned from my business trip. To my relief my husband Mark had lived up to his word. He accepted -if not appreciated—my use of the lesbian hall pass fully. Our sex had never been better and even out of bed Mark was more loving and attentive. It was like we'd rolled back the clock 10 years in our relationship. It was blissful.

Still, as I should have anticipated, I found myself torn. No matter how good it was, no matter how handsome or good of a lover he was, Mark simply didn't have the things I experienced on my trip to offer me. Only after stepping across that line did I know how much I truly enjoyed women. So now I was wondering, "is this it?", "will there be a next time?"

Then Mark came home one night and, as I later found out, launched a sort of plan II version of his idea. He told me to get dressed and that we were headed out. He told me to hop in the shower and that he was going to get the dress he bought me out of the car. Suspicious of his efforts but ok with his motives, I gladly got into the mood and in short order stepped out of our bathroom to see a beautiful black dress and new shoes on the bed. Of course, the dress was a little lower cut and a hem line a little higher than I would have chosen and the heals were a bit higher than my natural selection but I wasn't going to spoil it. My man was taking me out and took the time to prepare (me) for it.

30 minutes later we were having a nice meal, but the romance of it all was much better than the food or ambience. I was feeling really good deep into my second glass of wine when Mark told me that for the entertainment part of the evening he was going to have to blindfold me in the car. He assured me it was no big deal but he wanted to destination to be a surprise. After some slight and mostly fake protest I relented to his plan. One more drink, some flirting, and a little light touching at our table and we were off to the secret destination.

It's hard to say how long we drove for but all the while Mark kept reaching out for me while he drove. His hand running through my hair and the back of my head or caressing my arm or, even better, holding my legs and sliding his digits above my dress line and into the inner warmth of my thighs. I was flush with anticipation by the time he parked and began to speak.

As he has done so often, my caring husband anticipates me. He started off by assuring me that he loved me and again saying how he was glad that I took him up on the hall pass. That he is also loving our reborn lives. Having said that, he also couldn't imagine that if I really enjoyed it the way I did that I wouldn't be wondering about the joy of a woman's touch again. That he wasn't sure exactly what that could mean, but tonight, as a perhaps temporary surrogate, that he brought me to a place where we could enjoy and test this new-found interest I had. Then he undid my blindfold and told me that we didn't have to do anything, but he thought we should at least walk in and see what its like.

My eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the outdoor sign where it read "Dolls & Dancers". My husband just brought me to a strip club to check out girls. I was without words for a moment. I was so taken back by the idea, but in no way was I not interested. I was self-conscious for a moment because he was going to see me in person admiring other women. I almost spit the bit until I turned to him to speak and he stopped me with a kiss. A deep kiss. He said, I know it's a lot, but I think it will be fun. Let's not get too far ahead of the moment and just go enjoy it. He opened the car door and came around to get me, and without further thought I followed him in.

It was a surreal moment for me to walk in. After a steep cover charge we entered into a loud, bright, buzz-filled room. There were 3 stages and a lot of girls either naked or mostly naked. Being the only woman patron, I felt like all eyes were on me. Fortunately, a young women greeted us and asked if we wanted a table. Mark, sensing my overwhelmed shyness, asked for a spot in a more discrete part of the room. Our hostess gave me a wink and responded with a "sure thing" while walking us to a booth in on a side wall of the building. Seating us, she mentioned to Mark that they have private rooms upstairs if we'd rather and then took our drink orders. It took me a few minutes to settle in, but seated, with another drink and then getting a chance to focus on what was going on I started to relax. I felt less like the dizzying effects were wearing off and more like I was getting used to them. Intoxicating would be an understatement.

Right on time the first of many girls started to approach our table to offer lap dances. Mark politely managed these initial advances but one by one I watched big and petite tits, black and white, tall and short women all come by. Of course it was all fake and for fun. Of course it was business for them. Still, I'd never seen such a thing and I was in a state of lust. At some point Mark touched my arm and asked me if there was any girl I thought I might want a dance from. Looking back, I know my lack of poker face must have given me away. All of them was the answer. I wanted to try, no, to taste them all, but I couldn't even form the words. Mark understood and the next girl to walk by Mark reached in his pocket and pulled some money out and gave her some instructions.

She introduced herself as Ginger. Which fit this red-haired bombshell. She wasn't like my previous friend at all. She had a fuller body and was shorter than me by a good couple of inches. As the next song began she gently put her hand on my face and asked me if I was ready for a good time. I knew it was rhetorical but out popped my response "I'm ready for you". With that she began her dance. Her gyrations and energy gave me a high of a different type. She stepped back away from me and took off her flimsy top only to play with her huge hardening nipples. Stepping back towards me she straddled my leg and planted those large breasts right in my face. With a hard moan I breathed in her scent. I was struck by how soft her skin was as it brushed across my face. Ginger leaned into me and bent down to whisper "It's ok honey. Your husband said you like girls. I like them too. I like cute wives like you to play with my tits as we get to know each other." Holy fuck I thought. Mark knew just what would turn my crank and I was in heaven.

Mark had paid her for a few dances and it was the best money we ever spent. Ginger went to leave us and gave me a kiss before she was gone. Her last words gave me a boost when she said she loved dancing for me. Fake or not, it was a thrill. When she was gone Mark asked me how it was for me. I told him that if could feel my panties he would know. I was soaked and my lips were slick and puffy. I had to either fuck or calm down. I told Mark to order another drink and I'd go visit the restroom.

The Ladies room was really mostly a place for the dancers. It made sense once I was in there since there aren't a lot of female patrons. Arriving in the room I also found out quickly that it was a girl club spot and a rest from working the room. In my stall I heard the chatter of this fat fuck and this dumb guy and something about another bachelor party. I found it kind of funny. Then I heard a girl tell someone about this hot wife she had in the upper booth. I turned beat red when I realized she was talking about me. It was Ginger. The other girls cooed when she told them she wished her husband wasn't around so she could have taken me home for some real fun. I came in to calm down but instead I was hotter than ever after hearing a real desire for sex with me.

I summoned all my courage to open the door to my stall and step out. The room seemed to stand still when I saw her and she turned to me mid-sentence and stopped talking. Ginger looked me up and down and then walked right up to me and kissed me hard. Opening my mouth and exploring every spot she pressed me back into the stall. Her hands were all over my body and she whispered to me "I'm so hot for you." I melted in every way. Ginger took charge and ran her hands up my skirt to grab my panties and pull them all the way down to my ankles where I stepped out of them. Standing back up she pulled my face to hers for more kissing while her other hand went right to my pussy. Being so ready I accepted two of her probing fingers easily while her thumb began to rub my clit in a slow and steady way. She asked me if I liked her and wanted her to keep going. I answered by spreading my legs and moaning yes. Taking her hand out of my pussy she brought her fingers up her mouth and sucked my juices from her fingers. She told me to do the same to her. Gladly, happily, I reached down and pushed her g-string to the side while I slipped my own fingers in her warm hole. I felt her open up wide for me and her own slickness began to cover my hand. Then I tasted her from my own fingers and it was like a drug to digest.

I couldn't get enough. We stood there, fingering, kissing and pressing into each other until we both climaxed. Stepping back to recover, Ginger looked at me and said "You really are a bad but fun girl. If you want to play some more someday call me. My boyfriend will approve of you and I fucking." With that she took out my phone from my purse and typed her number into it. Opening the stall door she left me without my panties like a slut for all the other girls to see. I felt dirty and even more horny when I did that walk of shame past them on my way back to Mark.

Mark commented that it took a long time when I got back to him. I told him it was time for him to fuck me while I told him why. When we got back into the car I told him how much I appreciated him. I thanked him for knowing me and taking me here. I especially wanted to thank him for his open attitude. I told him he deserved something special and with that I unzipped his fly and sucked his cock on the drive home. Telling him in between gulps and licks what basically happened in the bathroom. Mark and I fucked all night long, but the biggest rise was when I told him what Ginger offered. He was super excited about the idea of this extending into more lesbian sex.

I emphasized that Ginger said she had a boyfriend. Mark was generally like, "so what, you have a husband." Yeah, but I know you and I don't know him. What if he gets jealous or he wants to join. Mark didn't really respond one way or another, but he did get rock hard talking about this scenario and so I woke the next morning wondering about what might lie ahead for us.