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My Hall Pass

My husband and I have been married for many years. We are truly happy and our sex life is amazing. Recently, we had been talking about being more adventurous and decided to dabble at the local swingers club. We have gone several times and really have had a great time. Neither one of us have actually had sex with anyone else. But the flirtation with other people and the ability to be a voyeur has really turned me on. We've gone home after the club and fucked like rabbits for hours. I personally have really enjoyed how other men (and women) have found me attractive and have flirted with me.

I have always had a fantasy of having a threesome with another guy and my husband but we just haven't met the right guy yet. The last time we were at the club I thought it was going to happen. But what happened totally blew my mind that I felt compelled to share my experience with you. In fact, just recalling the events has gotten me turned on.

This night started with my husband pointing out to me that tonight was a themed party at the club. It was Celtic night. Now, I am a huge fan of everything Celtic, so I definitely wanted to go. I had recently bought a great sexy flowing dress with a very beautiful tartan scarf. I decided to wear my knee high boots with this dress. My husband has a kilt and that is what I demanded that he wear. He wears it like a true Scotsman.

For some reason, I was overly excited about tonight and I was extremely horny. When my husband came out dressed in his outfit, I needed to take him. I got down on my knees and lifted up his kilt. Took is cock in my mouth and began to worship it the way I always did. After a few minutes, he pulled me up and bent me over the bed. He then pulled up my dress and started to fuck me doggie style. I started to cum almost immediately which drove him wild. After a couple of more minutes he started to cum. We fell to the bed in a clump. Now we were a mess. I said to him that I needed to get cleaned up because if something would happen tonight I don't want people think that I'm a dirty whore. He just laughed. It took me some time to get cleaned up and now we were late.

We had to drive about an hour to get to the club. The ride in the car was great. We were laughing and having a great time. We showed up at the club around 10:30. The club opened at 9. So, when we got there things were already pretty hot and heavy. We walked in and went to the bar to get a drink. Once I had my drink I turned around and there was this gorgeous red head. He was standing at the edge of the dance floor talking to a couple of his friends.

He was about 6 foot tall and very athletically built. He had this reddish brown curly hair with the most amazing bluish green eyes. He was in a kilt. It was like the rest of the people in the room just faded into the background. I said to my husband, let's go meet him. We walked over and my husband introduced us to him. His name is Scott. When he spoke, I noticed that he had a Scottish accent. I was in heaven. I felt like a little school girl at her first dance. We stood and talked for a while. We then saw a table open up, so we went and sat down at the table.

It turned out that he was there with a couple of his buddies. So, Scott and his two buddies (I forgot their names), my husband sat at the table drinking, talking and laughing. A slow song came on and my husband asked me to dance. We went out and danced but I couldn't stop thinking about Scott. I was trying to figure out how to ask my husband how we can hook up with Scott. I wasn't interested in his friends either. After a couple of songs, we came back to the table and had a couple of more drinks. Then Scott asked me to dance. Without looking at my husband, I jumped up and grabbed Scott's hand and led him to the dance floor. Scott has strong hands and he smelled very good. I tried to get him to talk and when he did I would just melt. A slow song came on and he grabbed me and held me close for the song. How could I get my husband to invite Scott to our room we had reserved?

Then Scott, like he was reading my mind (or maybe it was my body), asked if he got rid of his buddies would my husband and I like to go to a room downstairs? The rooms downstairs are where all the sex happens. My husband and I had gone down two times before, but all we did was watch. I couldn't believe that Scott wanted to have sex with me. At least that is what I had hoped. I told him that I had to talk it over with my husband first, but I thought that he'd be interested.

I had a conflict in my mind. Although a threesome has always been a fantasy of mine, I wanted Scott to myself. My husband and I always talked about hall passes (you know for 1 night you can go with someone else), but I was not sure how he would react. We went back to the table and I grabbed my husband's hand and we went out to the dance floor. I told him that Scott was interested in having sex with us but I needed to talk to you first. My husband said that I was acting like a little school girl but that if that is what you want then he was game. I then asked him that what I really wanted was a hall pass with Scott. I saw the color go out of my husband's face, but then he said that if that is what I wanted he gives his blessing. We walked back to the table and my husband said to Scott, "you two go have some fun." I couldn't believe it.

Scott didn't wait. He jumped up and took my hand and led me to the stairs. He gave some money to the bouncer and the bouncer then led us to a private room.

We walked into the room and it had a TV hanging from the wall, a bathroom, and a bed in the middle of the room. There were candles around the room that Scott went around and lit. He poured me a glass of wine and gave it to me. The room had a yellow glow to it. I drank the wine. My stomach was doing flip-flops. Scott turned on some smooth jazz music and walked over to me. Being six foot tall, he was a few inches taller than my husband. I asked him where he was from and he said Inverness. He then gently grabbed both my shoulders and started to kiss me. His tongue was soft and his kiss was very gentle. I had to get my hands on his body.

I put my hands under his shirt and started to lift it up. I could feel the hair on his stomach. It looked like that the carpet was going to match the dr*pes. I started to kiss his stomach and he moaned with delight. He took a step back and started to undo his kilt. As his kilt dropped, I must have visibly breathed deeply because he said "You like what you see". His cock was very big and very hard already. It stood out from his chiseled body and bent slightly upward and to the left. However, the weight of his cock actually made it lean down. I walked over and started to kiss his stomach and the inside of his hips. He had the V shape and I ran my tongue down the V to his crotch. I put my hands on his cock and was genuinely surprised by its girth and weight. I had only ever been with my husband. I have seen pictures, but being there and holding this massive tool in my hand is something completely different. I moved my mouth to the base of his cock. His pubic hair tickled my nose, but this man smelled so good. I ran my tongue along the shaft and then opened wide and started to suck his cock. I have always loved sucking cock and I was going to enjoy this one.

Scott moaned loudly which turned me on even more (it is always good to know that I am doing a good job). I pulled his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue down is shaft and started to lick his balls. I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and his knees buckled. I moved back to sucking his cock and he gently put his strong hand in my hair and started to caress my head. I was in actual heaven. My pussy was dripping wet but I was definitely enjoying this Scottish god's body.

He slowly backed up and grabbed me under my arms and helped me up to my feet. I turned around and he slowly unzipped my dress. I let it fall down to the floor and turned around. He softly rubbed his hands from my shoulders down my side to my hips. He said to me that I have a smoking hot body. I asked him to say something in Gaelic which he did (don't know what it was).

He guided me over to the bed and laid me down on my back with my legs hanging off the end. He bent over and gave me a very passionate kiss. Then he started to kiss my neck. He worked down to my left breast and started to circle my nipple with his tongue. My body was on fire. He moved to the right breast and did the same thing. He then moved his tongue slowly down my stomach and proceeded to run his tongue over the top of my clit. I let out a moan to show my approval. He then lifted my legs with his arms and proceeded to lick the outer lips of my pussy. My pussy was throbbing and I was not far from cumming. He then parted my outer lips with his thumbs and began to tongue fuck me.

I was in a complete frenzy now. The room smelled of a combination of my juices, vanilla from the candles, and his cologne. I reached down and grabbed his curly red hair and began to thrust my pussy into his face. He then inserted one of his fingers and I began to cum. He then inserted a second finger. I could feel my pussy throbbing around his fingers.

He then started to lick my clit while thrusting his two fingers into my g-spot. This guy really knew what he was doing and before I knew it I was screaming and cumming again. This time I ejaculated which surprised him. I wondered when we started if I should tell him that I was a squirter but it slipped my mind when he started kissing me. He stopped what he was doing and when I opened my eyes he had a big smile on his face.

I looked at him and told him that I needed his magnificent cock inside of me. I always thought that I would not do this without my husband in the room but he gave me the hall pass and I needed this man's cock.

He stood at the end of the bed with my legs spread. He held his cock in his hand and then let it flop on to my clit and stomach. Man that thing is big. He was so thick and heavy. I really was not sure whether it would fit but I had to find out.

The room was in a yellow haze. Was I in a dream? I didn't care. I needed him now. He grabbed his cock and started to rub the head up and down along my very wet, very sensitive pussy. He stopped with the head at my opening and with one thrust he was deep inside me. It totally took my breath away. I arched my back. It hurt a little but felt so good. He did not move. He just let it sit deep inside me letting my muscles adjust. My husband and I have experimented with some pretty big dildos but this was very different. This cock was attached to this gorgeous hunk of a man.

When I started to relax, he started to slowly pull his cock back out. But he only pulled out a little and then he'd slide back in. I opened my eyes to look into those piercing bluish green eyes. He looked what seemed like into my soul. He said I will own your body before we are done. I didn't care. At that moment I forgot all about where we were or what was going on in the club.

He started to move more and started to fuck me like I've never been fucked. With each thrust my body was becoming his. I started to move my hips to his thrusts. I reached up and grabbed him around his neck. He started to pick up the pace. I realized that I started to scream out, "Oh Please Fuck Me Hard". He obliged and started slamming that massive cock into me. I felt another orgasm mounting and after two more thrusts I was squirting my love juices all over him and the bed. He picked me up and held me while I quivered in his strong arms.

When the orgasm passed, he laid me back on to the bed and climbed on top of me. He started to actually make love to me instead of just fuck me. His hips moved so sweetly, my hips meeting his on every thrust. There was a real gentleness about how he was thrusting. He started to pick up the pace and I was moaning. I thought I was going to pass out. He was now pumping that massive cock in to me like a jack hammer and I begged him to cum in me. He suddenly stiffened and I could feel his warm goo filling my pussy. His orgasm lasted a good 30 seconds.

We were both a sweaty sexy mess. We lay together for quite some time. We talked and then he said that he should get me back to my husband. My husband? Oh shit, I completely forgot about him.

This lovely beautiful Scottish man had rocked my world. I don't know if it was the wine, or if it was that it was sex with a stranger, or just sex with someone new, but I would have to say it was the best sex I ever had. I hoped my husband would understand.

We cleaned up and Scott escorted me back up stairs. I could not help but have a gigantic smile on my face. My husband was still sitting at the table with Scott's buddies. I walked over to my husband and gave him a big kiss and said that I was ready to go home. We said our good byes and off we went.

The ride home was quiet but my husband seemed to be ok. He didn't ask much and I was not going to volunteer. If he wanted to know the details I would tell him.

I often wonder if things would've been different if it was a threesome. Oh well a girl has to have something to look forward to.

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