Wife Wants a Hall Pass

Chapter 28 - Young Girl

Here we go again. Linda wants to go dancing this Friday. We are going to the same swingers club where we met Karl and Connie about a year ago. We did take a trip to Scotland to meet with Bobby Wilkinson since then. The routine now is we go to the club, have a few drinks, dance a few dances, find someone interesting to talk to, then just the two of us spend the night in a motel making love to each other.

It turns out, Linda easily finds someone we can have a sexy conversation with but as of yet hasn't found anyone she wants to jump in bed with since Karl. We did do a swap with an oriental couple from Hawaii. Linda liked the young man. She slept with him because I wanted to be with the young lady involved and Linda had an interracial curiosity she wanted to satisfy. It was on her bucket list.

Linda is attractive enough that she draws much attention every time we visit. We have been coming about once a month so all the regulars know her. Every one of them has hit on her at least once and she is developing the reputation of being the "Beautiful Ice Queen." That's okay with me, Linda is always the prettiest girl at the party and she is always the one I want to sleep with. Sooner or later she will find someone who excites her and we will see what happens.

We drove into Dallas, rented a room, had dinner, cleaned up and dressed. We arrived at the club about nine, as usual. That is early so we are always there before the main crowd comes in. We acquire drinks and claim our favorite conversation pit. It consists of two love seats with a low coffee table in between. We cuddle in one and watch the other people arrive. We save the other seat in case we find another interesting couple. We usually do.

The pit is at the edge of the quiet room but you can see into the main hall where the dance floor and bar are located. The light and the music were both muted and we were enjoying our people watching.

After about half an hour, Linda excused herself for a trip to the power room. I could see the lady's room entry from where I sat so I didn't escort her. I always make a bet with myself on the number of times she will be propositioned between here and there. After all, it is a swinger's club.

This time she was only approached once. What grabbed my attention was, the person who came up to her was a rather good-looking young girl. Linda stopped and they chatted for a few seconds then arm in arm proceeded to the Lady's room.

I sipped my Crown on rocks and watched for Linda to emerge. It was a long time, maybe fifteen minutes. I started to feel a little anxious. Linda is bi, but I knew nothing sexual was going on because I hadn't given her a pass. Besides this is an off-premises club. The management enforces that rule to the letter. A little dirty, flirty, touchy, feely, kissy, kissy is tolerated but nothing beyond that. Any blatant sex act gets both parties ejected.

Finally, both of them emerged together, still arm in arm. I wondered if they had been connected that way the whole time. They didn't head my way but walked instead to the bar. Linda looked my way to make sure I was watching her. The young girl hugged a young man who was standing there with a drink in his hand. He and Linda were introduced and they shook hands. The three of them chatted for a minute or so then the young man turned to the bartender and appeared to place an order. He returned to the conversation with the two girls until four drinks were delivered. The girls each picked up one. He finished the drink he had in his hand and picked up the other two. Linda took the guy's arm and they all came to our pit. I stood as they approached and Linda introduced them to me.

She said, "Luke, this beautiful young lady is Sandra and this charming gentleman is Carlos. I heard Linda say the young man's name but my attention was on Sandra. She was indeed strikingly pretty. She was wearing a cocktail dress that accented her every curve and motion. It had to have been made especially for her. Her jewelry and accessories were tastefully understated and looked to be genuine. Her eyes were a lovely shade of brown and I think her short hair might have been dyed to match. Her hair hugged her head like a soft helmet and framed her pretty face perfectly. As I took her hand, I repeated her name, "Sandra." I bent at the waist and kissed the back of her hand."

She giggled and said, "Please call me, Sandy. She smiled, her face lit up and two deep dimples appeared on her cheeks.

I had to consciously, wrest my attention from her in order to at least be polite to the boy. He had a drink in each hand so he handed me one and we shook hands as he said, "Linda told me what to order." The drink was perfect.

Linda continued the banter. She said, "This is my lucky day. This perfect specimen of the human male has asked me to dance. I am lustfully looking forward to being held in his arms. I would beg that you entertain his lovely young escort for as much time as we are missing."

I shook my head and said, "Damn Linda, I will certainly enjoy being with Sandy, the rest of the night if need be. You and Carlos may have your dance. Have several if you like. If Sandy is inclined we may have a dance of our own."

Sandy smiled and curtsied, believe it or not. She said, "I would be so inclined." We were all playing the word game now. Sandy went on, "I yearn to be in your arms and I hope our dance lasts all night."

I laughed and said, "Well, come on then." I realized I had already taken her hand in mine.

When we got to the dance floor, she stepped easily into my arms. The dance was a Texas, Two Step. I'm good at it, she was too. We moved well together like we had danced together before. The next dance was a downtempo Waltz. I had the opportunity to hold her close and feel her muscles move under her dress. Her body was in excellent shape. She felt firm and cuddly at the same time. "All girl," I thought. We danced for another moment. She laid her head on my chest and purred like a kitten as she moved my hand to her breast. I didn't remove it, I probably squeezed some.

When the Waltz ended, she stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against mine. She said, "May we sit for a while?"

She took my arm in both of hers and I led her back to the pit. This time we sat together. She cuddled in close to me and said, "Linda told me to dance with you and allow you any liberty. I am somewhat disappointed you took none. She also told me to give you this. She handed me a card. It was a Hall Pass.

I took time to read it. It said, "Sex with Sandy for as long as you like, tonight."

She said, "This is a swinger club." She kissed me with a little more passion. I let her.

I ended the kiss sooner than she wanted to. I asked her, "Sandy, I know this will sound rude, but how old are you?"

She paused then said, "I had my eighteenth birthday three weeks ago."

I said, "Sugar, I'm forty-three. You are a most beautiful young woman and the offer to have sex with you makes this old man feel warm and tingly inside. Please understand I can't do it, I would feel like a pedophile. I'm old enough to be your father.

Linda and Carlos walked up behind me. They heard my last remarks. Sandy had pulled away from me and was misting up. I think that must have been the only time in her life she had ever been told, no.

She spoke slowly and only loud enough for us to hear if we paid close attention. With a tremor in her voice, she said, "I don't understand. It's okay with Linda and Carlos. I want it to happen very much. You said I am beautiful. I thought middle-aged men always wanted younger women. Do you remember the old cowboy saying, "Faster Horses, Older Whiskey and Younger Women?" You wouldn't be a pedophile either. You said it yourself. I am a young woman, not a little girl. I have read the law. The age of consent in Texas is seventeen and the age of majority is eighteen for most things. I am a beautiful young woman and I thought you would want me."

Linda broke in. She said, "Carlos, please take Sandy to the dance floor. Give Luke and me a few minutes." She went on as she took Sandy's hand and tugged her up from her seat, "Go with Carlos but you be damn sure you come back here in ten minutes. She Looked at Carlos and repeated her instructions.

Carlos, said, "Yes ma'am."

When they had left, I asked, "Linda have you turned cougar on me and become so hot for that boy that you want me to take advantage of Sandy so you can screw him?"

"Luke, Luke," She answered. You have taken this so wrong. It's my fault. We should have talked before I turned her loose on you. Carlos and I are not going to sleep together. He has agreed, at her request, to keep me company from now until the last call so that you could be free to be with her. She explained her problem to me while we were in the restroom earlier. She has a real problem and she has chosen you to help her. When they come back, I want you to at least give her the chance to plead her case. To outline the situation she is in, she has never had an orgasm with a man. She said she chose you because you are obviously the most attractive man here. I told her you were the best lover I've ever had and she begged to borrow you. This is a swinger club, you know."

I said, "Linda I don't think I can. She is just too young."

Linda said, "No she isn't, she became a full grown woman three weeks ago. Have you looked at her body?"

I didn't answer. The question was rhetorical.

Linda went on, "They will be back here shortly. There are a few things I want you to think about. I heard Uncle Gus tell you once when he didn't know I could hear, that it was a crime against nature to leave a willing woman un-fucked. The next thing to think about is this. If she was a cute young thing stranded beside the highway with a flat tire, would you stop and change it for her? The only real difference here is the problem she has. You can help her now just as easily. The last thing is, you need to have some empathy for her. Think what it must be like to have sex and never be satiated and ready for sleep. "

Linda handed me my drink and took a sip of her wine. She said, "You take her to our room and screw her eyes out. I will stay here with Carlos. Bring her back here at one-thirty and we can all have the last call together."

I said, "Are you sure you will be comfortable here without me?"

She answered, "Hell yes, I know most of the people here, no one would let me come to harm." She went on, "Sit her down with you, hold both her hands and ask her why she wants to do this. Let her talk. After she has had her say, get the hell out of here. You have to have her back in three and a half hours.

Oh, and make sure she is sparkly. She promised to spend the rest of the night with Carlos. That is why I can't have him. He is saving his energies for her. He has been chasing her forever but they have never been together before. That's why he is so willing to babysit me the next few hours. He is a little more experienced than she is but Sandy thinks of him as a boy. She wants a man. He might be able to stoke whatever fire you kindle in her. I'll turn him on a little, while you are gone."

I sat and sipped my drink. Linda saw them coming back and moved to the other seat so I could guide Sandy, down next to me.

When they approached I took her hands in mine. She was hesitant and resisted the slightest bit. Linda asked Carlos if he had one more dance in him and they walked away together. Sandy sat with me but she wouldn't meet my gaze. I knew she was embarrassed. I said, "Sugar, tell me why you want to do this and make me understand why it is the right thing to do." I got no response from her. She just sat looking at her small hands as I held them in mine. The pause lasted long enough to become awkward so I added, "Linda really wants me to do this with you and she has almost convinced me. She said you would tell me why it is so important for you."

Her light-hearted personality returned in a flash. She smiled and that dimpled radiance came back to her face. She started talking. She said, "I have been sexually active since my sixteenth birthday. I have been with two different steady boyfriends. They are the only two boys I have been with. Everything I have ever read or heard about sex says it should be the most wonderful and beautiful experience two people can share. For me, so far, it's just been messy and unfulfilling.

One of my girlfriends, who is a year older than me, came home from college last week. We went out together one night and she stayed at my house overnight. She asked me about my love life. We are close enough that I told her the truth. She told me I should quit running with boys and find a real man. She said that would make the difference.

One thing led to another and she said she would show me. She undressed me and made love to me orally. She made me cum hard. That is the only orgasm I've ever had with another person. She said there was certainly nothing wrong with me. I came here tonight to find a real man. I felt a great attraction to you when I first saw you. Luke, you outclass every other man here.

When I saw Linda on her way to the powder room, I asked her for a moment and told her my situation. Before I even asked she told me that you were the best lover she has ever been with and I should consider sleeping with you. To be more accurate, I think she said I should consider fucking you. I had already considered it and I told her that I wanted to.

She wrote the note on the Hall Pass and told me to give it to you. This is a swinger club but I had never been here before. I thought that was just the way things were done and it was a done deal. I was really taken aback when you said I was too young."

She paused a moment and I squeezed her hands in mine. She started to babble then. "I'm not too young, Luke. Just help me have one orgasm, that's not much to ask. I promise I will do anything you tell me to. I am a woman Luke. I promise I will try to make it good for you. You are not too old for me, I think you are beautiful. Please, Luke, I need you to help me."

I dropped her hands and held her head in both of mine. I figured she would stop talking if I stuck my tongue in her mouth, so I kissed her. She melted into me and when she stopped trying to talk I whispered, "Let's get out of here. I told Linda that if we left, it was game on." She jumped up and almost dragged me to the door."

We got outside and she handed me her car keys. She said. "We should go in my car; it has my overnight bag in it. We drove out of the Lot and I thought, "Damn this, Middle Age Crazy shit, is all right. Here I am with a radiant eighteen-year-old girlfriend and an eighty thousand dollar Mercedes two-seater.

In ten minutes I was unlocking the door to our room. I stepped aside and allowed Sandy to go forward. I followed her in, closed and locked the door. I dropped her overnight case on the floor and turned to face her. She threw her arms around my neck stood on her toes to kiss me. I found the zipper at the center of her back and opened her dress. She let it fall to the floor around her feet. She dropped to her knees and began undoing my belt and trousers. I removed my shirt and kicked my shoes off. In a few seconds more we were both naked and our bodies were entwined on the bed. Our kiss lasted a long time.

I rolled over on my back and pulled her on top of me. Instinctively she did what I wanted her to do. She slid down my body and engulfed the monster in her mouth. She sucked wantonly but needed instruction on the finer aspects of a really good blow job. She rose to her knees between my spread legs and controlled the monster with her hands. I told her how to lick and tongue the underside and the head of the monster. I sent the monster to the back of her mouth until she gagged. I pulled back and let her recover. I said, "I'm going to do that again, try to control your gag reflex." After several more tries, I could press against the top of her throat with no gag. She seemed proud of her new ability.

I moved the monster's head back into her mouth and she sucked and licked and tongued him like before. Finally, I went again to the top of her throat. There was no gag. I said, "Swallow." She did it with no hesitation. My cock slid easily the rest of the way in. I knew she was unable to breathe so I paused only for a few seconds and pulled most of the way out. I allowed her to have three quick breaths then gently pushed. When he reached her throat, she swallowed without being told. I thought, "She is a fast learner."

I repeated this action five or six times then started to be a little bit more forceful. She adapted and we continued on. I increased the tempo. She had less time to breathe and sometimes two strokes between breaths. She kept up.

I said, "I want you to make me cum this way." She couldn't answer but she acknowledged my request by redoubling her efforts. I tried to come as quickly as I could so she wouldn't have to work too hard. I didn't want her tired or sore.

When I felt my orgasm begin I pulled away from her throat but left the head in her mouth. She sucked and used her tongue to stimulate me. I wanted to cum right there. I wanted her to experience the texture and the taste of a large load in her mouth.

My cock swelled and my first spasm started. She spat him out but she did continue to stroke him with her hands. I came all over her. I splattered in her face, in her hair and on her chest.

When I was finished she lay down beside me. She gave me a moment and said, "Now you won't be able to make me cum."

I chuckled and said, "Not for at least twenty minutes. We'll have to find something to occupy our time until then."

She had cum all over her. She was acting like it didn't bother her but I knew it did. She had said sex had been messy and unfulfilling for her. I thought about how Linda told me Karl had cleaned her after their similar mishap. I rolled off the bed to my feet and told her to stay there. I went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned myself. I took a wet cloth and a towel back to the bed. I kneeled over her and began cleaning her. I would wipe a spot from her, dry her with the towel then bend and kiss that spot. She started squirming under my touch as if it tickled her. She moaned under her breath.

I said, "Some women like to take their man's cum in their mouth, I thought you would."

"This is the way I've always done it," she said. I think it would taste icky." Then she asked, "Does Linda like it in her mouth?"

I answered, "Yes, I think she does but usually when we do this, I cum deep in her throat. My juice evidently goes directly to her stomach. At least I can never taste it in her mouth when I kiss her." I asked, "Have you ever tasted it?"

She said, "No, I would never let my boyfriends finish there."

I said, "Taste it." She hesitated so I admonished her. "You promised you would do what I told you to do. It won't be as bad as you think. Most women like it."

She scooped a small amount from her breast, paused a second, then closed her eyes and stuck her finger in her mouth. Her eyes popped open and she gasped. She retrieved a somewhat larger portion and put that in her mouth too. She Said, "It's not icky. It's smooth and creamy and taste of salt, like a tear."

I said, "The next time you allow me to cum in your mouth, I would like for you to try not to spill a drop and swallow all of it. If you do that, for me or any future lover, it will illustrate that you want our seed inside your body. It's hard for me to find words to make you understand, but that thought is important to the male ego. I chuckled and told her there would also be less of a mess. I bent and kissed the spot I had just cleaned. She squirmed and moaned.

When she was all cleaned up I stretched out on top of her and gently kissed her. I came up for air and said, "That was lesson number one, it is called, "Foreplay Female on Male." You will develop many variations in the future. It is anyway a woman can give her lover pleasure leading up to the main event. Are you ready for lesson number two?"