American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 26: Hall Pass
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26: Hall Pass - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
I knew that I’d worry a lot more than I already had about Carrie and our relationship in the future, especially when my wife was away most of the time across the country and actually going to attend one of the highly risqué and sexual parties the area was reported to enjoy. Nonetheless, I handed Carrie a rolled-up piece of paper that I’d printed off a couple of days earlier. I’d even found a red ribbon to tie in a bow around it.
Carrie pulled off the ribbon and unfurled the paper. She read the certificate. “A ‘Hall Pass’ – what’s that? It sounds schoolish.” She hadn’t read the fine print on the certificate, only the large font words that included her name and a lot of official sounding dribble full of ‘herebys’ and ‘wherefores’.
I responded, “It is schoolish. In school, if you had a hall pass you could pretty much wander around the halls of the school and do anything, not subject to the usual rules that applied to your classmates. In this case, the emphasis is on the ‘Do Anything’ and ‘No rules’ portion, since you won’t be in school.”
Carrie gave me a lecherous look. “This is sexual, isn’t it?”
I nodded and kept my upbeat persona. “You are going into the highly sexed environment that built-up around the movie industry in California, at least that’s what Marjorie and I have been led to believe. You’ll be dancing around the movie set now and then in your birthday suit, and also rubbing body parts with your handsome costar, Shane – who just happens to be the more desirable man in the world according to many sources.
“More importantly, perhaps, you just mentioned the weekly parties that take place, and I’ve heard some about one or two of those. What I’ve picked-up may be hype, pure fantasy and fiction, or really close to reality. In any case, we wanted you to be prepared to follow your bliss if you get to one of them and then want to be a full and eager participant. The Hall Pass is our way of telling you to do that with no feelings of guilt or self-recrimination, at least regarding your partners back here on the east coast.”
Carrie said, “This is like an engraved invitation to a whole lot of swinger parties while I’m working out there.” Her comment was more observation than sounding either hopeful or troubled.
“Marjorie and I both want to remind you, strongly, however, that you carry our hearts in your hands. We hope you don’t fall in love with somebody new and decide that we’re too mundane, far away, or not in love with you. Despite your time away, we will continue to love you and want you in our arms for our kisses and caring.
“It’s our love for you that is wrapped up in that Hall Pass. We are trusting you and you may always trust us. We won’t waver in our love for you; it’s unconditional, infinite, and timeless. We don’t want to be yokes around your neck or a proverbial ball and chain around you ankle. If something good comes along, you should pursue it. Our motivation is to help you have adventures – to grow and expand in what your experience base is and ... to have fun, to self-actualize.”
Carrie came and kissed me. She said, “Since I met you, I have only fallen deeper and deeper in love with you. I can only guess that part of you is feeling scared about what I might do in the future because of this – because of anything that might happen along this new career track.
“I know better than to make vague promises about the future, but from where I stand looking forward, I can state that I have no intention of leaving the two of you behind. If those parties and other liaisons are as I was warned and as you’ve heard, then ... I’ll likely participate, but I’ll come home to you two. I love you and Marjorie.”
That evening, Marjorie, Carrie, and I went out to dinner at El Azteca, so we could get our weekly fix of Mexican cuisine. Carrie made the same pledges to Marjorie that she’d made to me about the sketchy future and any fallout from her career in movies.
In a lull in the conversation, I got their attention. “Tomorrow evening is another swinger’s party, this time at the home of The Honorable and Mrs. Richard Kent. To commemorate our sixth party and our apparent desire to continue in the lifestyle, I have gotten you each a present to proudly wear – if you dare.” I smiled and chuckled somewhat diabolically.
From my pockets I pulled two boxes from a nearby jewelry store. I handed them to each of my wives. The boxes were about four-inches square and an inch deep, and had that look of jewelry even before they were even opened.
Almost simultaneously, Carrie and Marjorie removed the bows and extracted the necklaces from inside. They were identical upside-down pineapple necklaces with a heavy preponderance of baguette diamonds in the filigree making up the shape and top. Each pendant was about an inch wide and slightly taller. The chain made sure the pineapple hung inverted, and when worn they wouldn’t be overlooked.
Marjorie sat erect, grinned, and said, ‘Oh, goody. I get to advertise if I want to. I wonder if I could get away with wearing this when I’m on the air.”
I laughed, “Don’t you dare. The station would be flooded with all sorts of fan mail, probably for and against what you’re proposing to the public.”
Carrie had a puzzled look, “I don’t get it. What do you mean?” She looked to Marjorie to explain.
Marjorie informed her, “Wearing an upside-down pineapple is a covert sign for non-monogamous openness, especially at events where you want to make a statement, create an in-the-know vibe, signal that you’re open to alternative sexual lifestyles, and possibly to make flirtatious statements or invitations.”
Carrie broke into a grin. “So, if I was to wear this out in Hollywood, it would be like inviting myself to be propositioned for sex?”
I grinned, “Or flirted with, certainly. It’d be signaling that you’re active in the swinger culture; however, not everyone that wears something like this is necessarily signaling something other than they liked the jewelry. Anyone approaching you, in most contexts, should be cautious about what you’re signals, if any, that you’re sending out. How bold they are would probably depend on the context you’re in.”
Carrie teased, “So, if I was horny, I could put this on and circulate through the hotel bar and lounge area to see if anybody was interested? Oh, this’ll be so much fun. I assume this goes with the Hall Pass.”
I nodded and ignored her teasing. “I just want to be sure you have all the bases covered for you west-coast adventures. Come home to us with lots of stories to tell about your sexual escapades.”
Our attending the very upscale swinger’s party on Saturday was a welcomed event. Each of us liked the friends and contacts that we met there. Our family lawyer was chosen because he was a member. Marjorie got one of the professional women to talk on her afternoon show at WDC-TV about the large charity that she ran.
Moreover, at least at the beginning of the party, everyone was dressed to the nines; the women looking especially chic and sexy in sleek cocktail dresses, plunging necklines, and usually ‘come fuck me’ or CFM shoes.
Carrie and Marjorie wore their new diamond-studded necklaces with the upside-down pineapples. They were a big hit with everyone. Several of the men at the party asked me where I’d bought them. I could see that I’d started a trend.
After our hors d’oeuvres and light dinner, I couldn’t help notice how sexy both Carrie and Marjorie were when they became topless with only the diamonds dangling between their gorgeous breasts. They were both so inviting in so many ways.
A very hot older blonde came onto me, and I became a willing accomplice to our hour of sexual play – Dee. I had worked at perfecting the fisting that Sheila Winters had indoctrinated in me at our first swinger’s party six months earlier. My ability to deliver that kind of pleasure depended on a woman’s physiology and anatomy.
Dee was ripe for my planned assault on her body and on her ‘A’-spot. I moved into that territory after delivering several great pleasures to her orally as she sprawled out on one of the living room sofas. Like Carrie, Marjorie, and me, she wanted to be an exhibitionist.
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