Wife Wants a Hall Pass

Three weeks after our last interlude with Barbra Porter, I walked into the house after a boring day at work. I didn't have a care in the world. I called for Linda and she answered from the den.

"I'm in here sweetheart. Make yourself a drink and come see me."

I poured two fingers of Crown over a cube of ice and walked to find her. She was sitting on the couch in what I think of as her sexiest outfit. She was wearing one of my white long-sleeved dress shirts and nothing else. She stood and gave me a welcome home kiss that was more than a peck but less than full-blown, "do me right now," invitation. I allowed my hands to explore enough to make sure she really was naked except for the shirt. She was.

She sat back in her place and patted the cushion beside her for me to sit. She said, "Barb can't come this weekend. Do you have any other plans for the weekend?"

"No," I replied, "I was looking forward to her visit. Why can't she come?"

"I will get to that in a minute." She smiled and went on, "I want you to take me dancing, Friday night."

"Not a problem," I said. "I always like to take you out and show you off."

She giggled and continued. "I'm not talking about boot scooting down at the county barn. I want to go to Dallas. We can rent a motel room, stay out as long as we like, sleep late and drive back the next day." Her smile broadened as she handed me a folded page from a paper with an ad highlighted in yellow.

The paper was from a copy of the Dallas Observer. The ad was for a swinger's club in North Dallas.

I said, "Oh baby, that place will be nasty and trashy. It will be full of sleazy people. You know I can't take you to a place like that."

"Not at all," she came back. "I have researched it. It's in a nice part of town. The cover charge is high enough to keep the riff raft out. You have to have a ticket to get in and the tickets are by invitation only." She handed me a ticket. It was for the admission of one couple and the price was one hundred dollars.

"Please, pray tell how you researched a place like this and who sent us an invitation?"

She smiled, tilted her head and answered, "Why, Barb of course. She sent the invitation in the mail. When I got it today I called and talked with her. She said that she was not going to be available to play with us for the foreseeable future. It seems she has a new honey. He apparently may be a keeper and has asked her to be exclusive with him. She has agreed to that until further notice."

I said, "Well, I for one will certainly miss her company but she does deserve a chance at a real relationship. If she has agreed to his request she should keep her word."

Linda answered, "Yes, I'm sure she will. She told me she learned how important it is to be straight with your lover from us. The invitation to the club," she said, "is by way of apology for having to opt out of our weekend plans. The tickets to the club are evidently quite rare and coveted. She said she thought we could have a good time there. She was there once before and said she had fun. She told me that Friday night was no panties night and we would get twenty bucks off if I don't wear any." She giggled and said, "We will get twenty bucks off. She also said that there were no single men allowed on Fridays so we would only meet couples and single women. It won't be crowded either. Only a certain number of tickets are sold." She paused for a moment, snuggled up close to me and said, "Please Luke, let's go at least this once."

I had to ask, "What's the objective? Do you want to pick up someone to take Barb's place for a night, or a couple for a full-blown swap?"

She answered, "Neither, we can just be observers." She giggled and added, "This time. I just want to see what the place is like. It is an off-premises club so nothing can happen there anyway. According to Barb, It's just a nice place where swingers meet. Who knows, we might find some enlightening conversation with someone who has actual experience. We've talked about this. I know you are curious just like me. Please take me, Luke. It will be fun."

I thought, "It sounds like fun." I answered, "Let me think about it."

"No," she said. "Friday is the day after tomorrow. I have to buy a new dress and get my hair and nails done. Barb said the dress code is less than formal but dressy. You can't wear jeans. If we are going I have a lot to do to be ready. Tell me now, Luke. Please."

In my heart, I knew I was going to say yes. I have never been able to turn her down. Especially true when she is dressed this way and saying please. She knows she has already won but she is allowing it to appear as if I really have a say in the matter. I truly love this little woman and she takes full advantage of me more often than not.

Friday night came and we checked into our motel room about six thirty. I wanted to nail her as soon as the door was closed behind us but she said no. She said she didn't want to take the edge off before we went to the club. What she meant was she wanted us both to be horny when we got there. I was already horny.

We went out to eat at a little place called, Paul's Porterhouse, on restaurant row. We went back to the motel to shower and dress for the evening's adventure. She still wouldn't give me any. I was horny as hell.

We arrived at the club about a quarter after nine. The parking lot looked as if we were way early or this was the wrong place. It was almost empty. I parked in a spot about twenty feet from the main entrance.

Linda was stunning in her new little black cocktail dress. It was cut a little too low over her breast and a little too high above her knees. Her heeled shoes really accented her shapely legs and her jewelry lent an air of elegance to the whole ensemble. Her wheat-colored hair hung loosely down several inches below her shoulders and framed her face perfectly. Her little old country hairdresser was really good at her job. Her green eyes seemed to glow and she was only wearing a hint of makeup. She didn't need that. I didn't look as good but as long as I am near her, no one will ever see me anyway.

The doorman opened the door for us and we were in the presence of a male cashier who inspected our ticket, which was actually only an invitation. He stepped forward and put his hand on Linda's waist and slid it slowly down over her hip and about halfway to her knee. I had the strongest urge to punch him but Linda squeezed my hand and I let it go.

He said, "No panties sir, that will be eighty dollars."

I handed him a hundred and he made change for me. Besides getting a little pissed, so far so good. Such is life.

We were allowed entry and I started taking stock of the place. The furnishings and the décor were both in good taste and seemed new and immaculate. My first impression was good. The light and the music were both muted. You could tell the party hadn't started yet. There was a bar to our left and a small dance floor and a DJ's booth on the right. I ushered Linda to the bar. She ordered white wine and I asked for my Crown and rocks in the form of a double.

I peeled off a fifty from my money clip but the tender said, "I will run a tab and you can pay just before you leave. What name may I use, Sir?"

I answered, "Ben Johnstone." Linda giggled.

He pointed to a tip jar on the bar and said. "Gratuities are appreciated, Mr. Johnstone." I dropped a five in the jar.

Linda and I walked to a small lounge area where there were love seats and coffee tables. We weren't too far from the dance floor or the bar. We could also see the main entrance so we could observe the people as they arrived.

We nursed our drinks and watched. I felt like we were two teenagers at a drive-in movie. Both of us wanted something to happen but neither wanted to be first. A half-hour later the place started to become a little more crowded. There were not too many people but there were hardly any when we arrived. The DJ cranked up the music and people started to dance.

A slow number came up in the rotation and I formally asked my wife to dance. We got on the floor and did my imitation of a European waltz. It seemed as if everyone in the room was watching me. They weren't. They were watching Linda.

The dance ended and we went back to our couch. Linda pointed out a couple at the bar and asked, "What do you think of them?"

I Answered, "They are probably the most interesting couple here. What makes you ask?"

She replied, "They are going to approach us and offer to buy us a drink in about three minutes."

I asked, "How in the world would you know that."

She answered, "On the way back from our dance I caught him looking at me. I made eye contact with him and smiled. Here they come now. I think he wants to fuck me." She giggled again. She was already having fun.

I playfully slapped her thigh under the table but I knew she was right. Further, he looks like an alpha that believes he has a shot.

They walked right up to us hand in hand. They were older than us but not very much. The man almost came to attention. I thought I heard his heels click and he barely but visibly bowed at the waist keeping solid eye contact with me. He said, "Sir, my name is Karl Ziegler and this is my wife, Connie. We have concluded that you are the most interesting couple here and we would like to buy you a drink in exchange for some conversation."

I thought the comment about the interesting couple, was ironic.

Linda, holding my arm, cuddled up closer to me and I felt her body become tense and a shiver ran through her. I looked at her, she smiled and nodded.

Karl commented on her radiant smile. His accent sounded like German upper crust to me.

I stood and beckoned Karl and Connie to sit. He signaled the barkeeper and drinks were on the way. I said to my new friend, who wanted to fuck my wife, "Karl you are a very lucky man, your wife is a most beautiful woman." She was. I couldn't place her ethnicity. She was definitely European but not German. Irish, I think. She had very fair skin, probably a freckle or two under her makeup and very light blue eyes. They almost didn't have any color at all. They looked as deep as the sea. What didn't fit was her black hair. It was glossy, almost iridescent and hung down her back farther than I was able to see from my vantage point. Her body was different from Linda's. She was much bigger. She might have five feet, ten. That is eight inches taller than Linda and at least thirty pounds heavier. She was still slim and shapely. The whole package was really nice. I thought, "Karl, I would certainly like to fuck your wife." I can't help thinking shit like that. A short time ago, I would have never had such a thought. I thought Linda was the only woman I would ever desire. I thought I was the only man that Linda would ever want. I have come to know neither of those things is true. She has given me another woman and the experience was incredible. I fact, it was incredible for both of us. We discovered Linda has bi tendencies and we are both closet voyeurs. Here we are, in a swinger's club a hundred miles from home.

Karl could be described as a powerful, assertive male. He might be an inch taller than me and our weight matched within a few pounds. He is probably a little lighter. He has the blue eyes from his German ancestry but not the blond hair. His hair is dark but not dark as Connie's. His manner and speech were very formal as we went through the first few minutes of introduction and small talk.

I said to him, "Karl, you need to lighten up on the formalities. Let's at least pretend we are all among friends and let our hair down a little, so to speak."

A genuine smile erupted across his face. Connie's too, by the way. He said, "Got you, brother man." Most of his accent went away but not all of it. If he had lost it all, Linda would have been disappointed. She has a thing for accents.

I reached across the table and poked his shoulder and said, "You sure did man. You look the part and I just assumed it was real."

We all laughed and he said, "I was imitating my father. He really talked that way, but then he was from Germany."

We had another drink or two and the conversation became light and friendly. I got to feel like we really were among friends. Connie was shamelessly flirting with me and Linda and Karl seemed to be getting along okay too.

After a time, we got around to the elephant in the room. Karl asked, "Why are you here".

Linda answered his question. She said, "I have a friend who came here not long ago. She said she had a wonderful time and she sent us an invitation. I talked Luke into bringing me just for fun. We both agreed that we would be only observers and we would not participate in anything extracurricular tonight." She smiled and went on, "We keep our promises to each other. I hope you both are not too disappointed after we have taken up so much of your time."

Karl reached across and touched her hand, and said, "Not at all, Linda. We have enjoyed talking to you and really, I hope we spend the rest of the evening together. That is if you don't mind us hogging your time." He then looked at me and asked, "What do you think you might be searching for?"

I paused for a moment and decided just to be straight with him. "Karl," I said, "We have very little experience with what is called the lifestyle. We had an absolute monogamous relationship for twenty years. We then came to realize that both of us were looking over the fence so to speak. Rather than cheating, we have decided we might give this a shot. We love each other very much and if this puts much of a strain on our relationship we will go back to our old ways and consider this a bad experiment. We have a relationship with the woman Linda referred to as her friend a minute ago. Actually, she was my friend first. We have had threesomes with her twice. I have had one on one time with her and Linda has too. Linda was bi-curious and it seems that she can enjoy being with women.

I noticed Connie squirm in her seat so I asked her. "Connie, are you bisexual?"

Her face flushed. She smiled and looked at me for a few seconds, then said, "I would like to sleep with Linda." She paused again and then added, "I would rather sleep with you."

I then focused on Karl and asked, "Karl, do you have any homosexual tendencies?"

His head jerked to look me in the eye and he answered, "Absolutely not. I have no desire to cross swords with any knight." I had heard that phrase before, somewhere.

I laughed and said, "Linda and I are entertaining the thought of a swap if we find the right couple. You two are giving all the right answers. We have totally enjoyed your company this evening. The main problem is mine. Here comes the fly in the ointment. Linda has never been with any man but me. I don't know if I can actually allow another man to touch her. I am convinced that allowing her to satisfy her need for the experience of another is the right thing, but I haven't convinced myself that I can actually let it happen."

Karl spoke next. "Luke, Linda, if you decide in the future to go through with a swap, please consider us. We were both attracted to you when we first saw you. We will not try to coerce you in any way. We are talking about a major step that the two of you need to take on your own, with no outside influence."

Connie spoke up. She said, "Maybe we should tell them how we got through our first time."

I said, "Yeah that might help."

Karl said, "Okay. Our experience is really not much more than yours. We have only been with one other couple. It was a great experience but we have lost them. The man in the couple was in the military and his duty station changed. They are out of the country now. We were lucky, we had them for two years. If they ever return I hope we can renew the relationship. We didn't start with a full swap. We got our feet wet with what is known as, same room sex. We set some rules and we stuck to them until we all agreed to change them."

I asked, "What were the rules?"

Karl went on, "Basically, at first it was just two couples having sex in the same room. We were all naked together but we only touched our own partner. When we found out they wanted to, we agreed that the girls could play together. The next change was the guys could kiss and pet each other's wives. That eventually expanded to everything except vaginal penetration. Oral sex became standard fare. There was only one step further to go. After that happened, we just all had fun with each other and it just seemed natural." We took each other's wives on dates and had alone one on one time. It worked well for us, and I hope you can find a similar arrangement.

I said, "Thanks, Karl, food for thought."

He said, "Closing time is only about an hour away. Could we at least swap partners for a dance?"

Both the girls literally lit up. I agreed.

Karl rose and took Linda's hand to help her off the couch. He pointed her toward the dance floor, they walked away. I felt a small pang of jealousy. Surprisingly it only lasted a second. It went away completely when Connie moved to my side and pressed her body against me.

She asked, "Would you like to sit here and watch them for a moment or two?"

I nodded and said, "Thanks."

Her hand moved to a spot high on the inside of my thigh. The monster moved. I didn't ask her to remove it, so she moved further up and caressed him through my trousers. She said, "He will touch her inappropriately." She felt my body tense and she added, "Only if she allows it. I will allow you to touch me if you like."

I turned back to watch the dancers. He held Linda close as they danced slowly. I saw her take his hand and place it on her breast. The monster jerked and Connie squeezed him gently. She asked, "Do you enjoy my touch, Luke?" I put my hand on top of hers and helped her squeeze my cock a little harder.

Karl slid his other hand down to Linda's ass and pulled her body in closer to him. It was obvious that she had a hard dick pressed into her abdomen. Linda reached up and brought him down for a kiss. It was also plain to see she was enjoying it. I couldn't believe it but I was enjoying it too. I turned to Connie and said, "Let's dance."

We arrived on the dance floor and Connie slid into my arms. She allowed me to glide her to the side farthest from Linda and Karl. We stopped there and just swayed to the music. She spread her legs a bit and pressed her pussy against my thigh as we kissed. She moved enough to make some stimulation for her clit. I caressed her boobs and she held the monster in her hand.

We danced this way for a few minutes and she whispered in my ear, "I can cum this way."

I pulled her upper body in and kissed her. She purred like a kitten and eagerly kissed me back. I increased the pressure on her clit and increased the motion there. Two minutes later she came all over herself and I helped her through it. Her knees got weak. She would have collapsed if I hadn't held her up. When she could stand again, I led her back to our couch. I kissed her again then handed her a glass of wine. She began to recover.

I looked for Linda on the floor. She was stretched out against Karl as they kissed. She turned and caught me looking at her. She smiled at me then whispered something in Karl's ear. They separated and walked to us hand in hand.

Linda said, "You two didn't dance long."

"Just for two songs," I answered. "Connie got a little weak-kneed so we came back."

Karl chuckled and said, "That happens sometimes." He knew what had happened.

Linda said, "Would it be okay if I had one dance with my husband?"

"Certainly," Karl answered. "We can wait here." He took Connie's hand as he bent to kiss her. Linda led me to the dance floor.

Linda fell into my arms, we danced. In a moment she said, "We need to leave right now. I need your cock in me right away." The monster stirred.