Free Pass

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, Tear Jerker, Cheating, Slut Wife, Big Breasts, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: My husband and I each had a free pass. You know that one special person that we could have sex with and not destroy our relationship. True, it had been during a night of drinking, back before we were married when we agreed to it. But I really thought he'd be okay with it.

Hey Folks, It’s been a while. Life kind of got in the way. This is a very long story, with a couple of twists near the end. I would suggest not trying to finish it in one sitting, but that’s up to you. Instead of breaking it up and stretching it out, I prefer to give you the whole story at once so you don’t have to wait weeks or months to see how it ends. That’s just my take on it. Thanks as always to the great Barney-R for his editing wizardry and his patience. I sat down and compared his finished story to my original and discovered that my grammar and punctuation are on life support and somehow i forgot to capitalize the letter “I” over a thousand times. i blame Apple. Everything they make has a small i. I also want to thanks everyone who wrote to me and demanded, asked or cajoled me to put something out. Anyway, here we go.SS06


The smile never left my face. It had been plastered over my features for the past eighteen hours. The night before, just after midnight, I’d had the most special experience in my entire thirty two years of life.

“I actually did it, Gina,” I gushed for at least the hundredth time.

“I know Lisa. I was there. I arranged it, remember?” she said in kind of an annoyed voice.

“I can’t wait to tell Glenn,” I chirped. Her head immediately popped off of the seat next to me. The plane’s seats weren’t really very spacious in the first place, so Gina’s abrupt movement not only moved me but the elderly man on the aisle seat beside her as well.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she said in that tone of voice that was about halfway between a whisper and a scream.

“Why the hell would you do that?” she asked.

“I tell my husband everything,” I said. “We have no secrets from each other.”

“Hmmm ... That sounds good on paper, Honey,” she told me. “But I’m just a little bit older than you and...”

“Gina ... I’m thirty two,” I said. “You’re forty six. You’re a LOT older than me. If we lived in a trailer park, you could be my mom.”

“Thanks for that,” she smirked. “Anyway ... My point is that I’ve been around the block a few more times than you have and...”

“From what I hear at the office, you’ve been around the block a lot of times,” I said. “The guys in sales said that you were going around the block when Moses lived on it.”

“Are you going to let me get my fuckin’ point in or what?” she hissed.

“Of course,” I said. “I was just pointing out ... Uhm go ahead.”

“I don’t think you should tell Glenn about what happened,” she said. “I mean ... it’s only a big deal to you. Maybe you should just savor the memory.”

“Glenn loves me, Gina,” I said confidently. “He’s always been behind me in everything I wanted to do. When I wanted to go back to school to get my degree in marketing, he changed his work schedule so he could take care of our daughter by himself. He paid for all of my classes and helped me with my homework.

Even though he thought it was a dumb idea for me to go back to school. And I support his dreams and his hobbies too. We’re there for each other no matter what!”

“Okay, then,” she said. “You’re a lucky woman.”

I thought about that as I drifted off to sleep. Glenn and I met in college, kind of. He was a student, and I was a clerk in the college’s registration office. I had dropped out two years before because my grades sucked. I had no motivation and failed to see the benefits of college.

Glenn on the other hand was a shiny as a new penny. He was so enthusiastic that I just wanted to be a part of that. He kept coming back to the office for the most trivial things imaginable.

I remember telling him that a lot of the things he wanted, he could find on the college’s web site. He looked at me with those big gray eyes and I fell for him instantly. I’d caught him off guard and he just answered me without thinking about it.

He wasn’t trying to be clever. He wasn’t trying some cheesy pick up line. He’d just been caught off guard by my statement and answered by telling me exactly what he was thinking.

“But I wouldn’t get to see you then,” he said. I’d been on more than a few dates by then and none of them had ever made me feel the way that Glenn had then.

“Well you can come and see me any time you want,” I said. “But it would probably be a lot better if you just asked me for a date.”

So he did and we started dating. My whole life changed. Within the space of a few weeks, I’d moved in with him. In a few months we were engaged. And less than a year from the first time we set eyes in each other, we were married.

By married, I mean that we were legally married. I only point that out because from the time I first looked into his eyes, we belonged to each other. The only thing the marriage ceremony did was announced it to our friends and family and also gave us legal status.

Almost from the very beginning, everything changed. Being with Glenn was like finding a missing piece of myself. He was someone that I could tell anything to. I could tell him all of my hopes and dreams. He never made fun of me or judged me. He was always on my side.

My hopes became his. My dreams became his. Our strengths and weaknesses balanced each other. He made every aspect of my life better.

I loved being with him. I loved touching him and loved having him touch me even more. I wasn’t a virgin when we got together. I’d had sex a lot more than a few times and could take it or leave it. I was pretty and built so I could get as much sex as I wanted at any time. I’d never had any complaints from the guys I did it with, but it wasn’t a driving need for me.

Glenn made me enjoy sex. He made it so much more than just something I did to reward a guy for a nice dinner or a good date. He made me crave sex. And we never went more than a day or two without doing something sexual.

When our daughter was born, it never slowed us down a bit, but to be truthful, she wasn’t planned. According to our plan we should just be starting our family right about now. Amy was an ooops baby. She was the result of a bottle of very good wine and a night of very good sex that just got out of control.

We were on vacation and I’d developed an allergy to a certain type of birth control pills. It was our first night in a really nice setting in the mountains. The view was spectacular. We had rented a camper, grilled huge steaks in front of a tiny pocket lake and had just finished dinner when it started raining.

It was a soaker of a gentle rain, with huge, warm raindrops that we scrambled inside of the camper to escape. We took off our wet clothes and looked at each other.

I can still remember the look in those huge, innocent gray eyes as he spoke to me. “See ... I told you it was gonna rain,” he said.

I kissed him. I couldn’t help it. I was always kissing him. That kiss melted into sex ... as usual. Maybe it was the mountain air. Maybe it was the sound of the rain but it was different. For some reason neither of us seemed to be able to stop.

It felt as if I was on fire. I slammed myself against him with abandon and he answered my thrusts. When we were finally sated and I stared into those huge gray eyes, he said it.

“I think we’re in trouble,” he said.

“I’m too tired to move,” I said. “I thought you liked my pussy.”

“I love your pussy,” he said.

“Then why are you trying to break it?” I groaned.

“You were the one who started this,” he smirked. “I was just holding on for the ride. Besides ... That isn’t what I was talking about. We kind of forgot about something...”

“We didn’t forget anything,” I groaned. “You screwed me in three different positions, I sucked you off, you ate me and you even had my ass twice ... Not that I’m keeping track, but ... I think we covered it all. And I’m not complaining either!”

The smile never left his lips. He reached up on the table beside us and showed me an unopened box of condoms.

“Uhm ... Ribbed for your pleasure,” he smirked.

“No thanks,” I said. “I’ve had quite enough pleasure for a while.”

“So what are we gonna name him?” he asked.

“The chances of me being pregnant are pretty slim, Honey,” I said. “But someday, when we’re ready, you and I are gonna make a lot of babies.”

I saw those gray eyes again and I could tell that he was happy thinking about it. “I promise,” I told him. He just nodded. But there was something weird about the way that he nodded. Looking back I think he knew somehow.

Anyway, he was right. Three weeks later I discovered that we were pregnant. Glenn was overjoyed. I’d been trying to come up with a tactful way to bring up our options.

“Honey ... You do remember our plan?” I asked him. Our time together had been the best time of our life. We were still crazy in love but seeing him had brought other feelings up for me.

I’d been there. I’d seen how hard Glenn had worked in school. I’d seen the financial benefits that his degree and career had brought us. It had made me sure that our lives would be even better if I went back to school so I could contribute.

“Man plans ... The Gods laugh,” he said. “We’re having a baby!”

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