Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We both worked the next day. My day seemed to last forever. Alice picked up on my mood. She knew something was not right and asked if I was angry with her. I laughed and said, "No Ma'am, I am not. You are the most solid and stable woman in my life right now and I will always appreciate the way you handle my business. I think I might retire and let you take care of the whole thing."

She smiled and said, "Better your lovely wife on your shit list, than me."
I said, "You are finally becoming a little less formal, aren't you?"
She answered, "Only once in a while and in private, Sir."
On the way home, I realized that I was becoming more concerned about Linda's silence. I know she is a procrastinator, so I decided to give her one more day before I pressed the issue.
Linda had beaten me home. She met me at the kitchen door and hugged me and let me kiss her. She said, "Change into some walking shorts and I'll fix you a drink. After you unwind for a few minutes, I want you to walk around the lake with me. By the way, I saw our ducks earlier."
I thought, "She is ready to talk." She wasn't. We walked around the lake without ever touching on the subject of our last weekend.
We did see the ducks. They are a pair of Mallards that have become analogous to us. They love each other and are mated for life. They are like us.
Bedtime came. We were together. I was on my back and she was snuggled into my shoulder like she does. One of her arms was around me and a leg was dbangd over my thigh. I thought, "I'll give her one more day."
She lay there for about five minutes and said, "Karl Zeigler is a dark and evil man. I am afraid to think what he may be capable of."
I said, "Whoa Babe. You have my attention."
She went on, "Do you remember when Aunt Kay said you would have to protect me and told you to place yourself between me and the edge?"
I answered, "Yes."
She said, "Karl is what she had in mind. He is evil."
I said, "Linda, I know you were upset but you have been so cheerful yesterday and today, I thought you had resolved your issues with Karl."
She said, "No, I haven't. I pushed everything out of my mind by resolving to tell you everything that happened while I was alone with Karl, over the weekend. I am still very upset. I want you to help me through this. I am ready for us to talk. I feel safe. I am naked with the man that loves me. We are in our bed in our home and we are about to have a truth time."
I said, "Okay. You start. Tell me the worst thing that happened."
She said, "I need to tell you in chronological order. You will have to decide which is worse." She paused for a few seconds as if to collect her thoughts.
She began her narrative. "The first night was wonderful. We had that marvelous dinner and I got to play with Connie in the pool. Later Karl took me to his bed. He was so good to me. He pampered me and we had beautiful sex together twice. We just let our lust for each other run wild. I had at least five sweet orgasms with him. Afterwards, he held me and we cuddled. He told me how pretty I was and how much he valued his time with me. I slept easily through the night and we had sex again early in the morning."
I said, "All that sounds great. That's why we went up there."
She replied, "That was for contrast. I want you to see how much he changed."
I said, "Go ahead."
She went on, "Do you remember the three young men in the ski boat?"
I answered, "Sure. They buzzed us a couple times while we were in the channel and came alongside for a few minutes after we tied up, in the cove. Connie and I heard them clap and cheer."
Linda said, "I assumed that you and Connie were enjoying being together below. I want you to know what happened on the upper deck."
I said, "Connie told me that Karl probably showed your tits to the boys in the boat. I asked him later if he had done that. He said that all he really did was asked you to show them and you did."
She said, "That was partially true. This is what happened. When I first noticed the small boat approaching us, they were pretty far away and moving fast. I recognized that it was the same boat we had encountered on our way to the cove. Connie and I had both strutted and waved at the guys earlier, so I got out of Karl's lap and stood by the rail. Their speed slowed and they came closer. I waved at them and they catcalled and waved back. They came to a stop about twenty feet away."
Karl snuck up on me from behind. He wrapped me in his arms and twisted me around enough to kiss me. I thought he was just showing off. He had already shed his shirt. We had been sunbathing before. He opened the buckle on his shorts and let them drop to the deck. He was standing there naked and holding me. The men in the boat became very quiet."
She paused and went on. "Karl laid me down on the towel we had spread on the deck. He lay on top of me and rubbed his hard cock against my pussy. That is when the guys in the boat started cheering."
She hesitated for another second and continued. "Karl whispered in my ear. He said, "I am going to fuck you right here and right now. I want to put on a show for our audience. If you really don't want it to happen, all you have to do is scream and Luke will come." He stripped my bikini top off me and waved it for the boys to see. They cheered."
"I did fight him," she said. "It was no use. He held me down and took the bottom of my swimsuit. He displayed that to the boat crew also. I wanted to scream for you Luke, but I didn't."
"Karl kissed me," she went on. "My will to resist just collapsed. I surrendered to him completely. My lips parted and his tongue entered my open mouth. Our tongues danced together. The cheering was continuous but I barely heard it from here on. I found his cock with my hand and helped him find my entrance. My body moved to accommodate him as he penetrated me. I was so wet he slipped in easily. His strokes became fast and hard. I thrust to meet him and my body accepted him to my greatest depth. I came hard, quickly and with no warning."
She continued, "When I came down, Karl said, "I want you on top. I want them to see you fuck me." We rolled over together and I brought my knees up on either side of him. I placed my hands on his chest and sat up. I bounced up and down hard as I rode his cock. My hair was flying everywhere. I waved one arm over my head like a bull rider trying to maintain balance. My tits were flopping with every move."
"Karl came," she said. "I felt his cock swell inside me. He thrust up into me and froze with his ass off the towel. I felt each spasm as he pumped his cum inside me. My second orgasm happened and it was better than the first one. The hardest part for me to tell you is this. I was deliberately quiet through this whole episode. I didn't want you to catch us."
A few seconds later she continued, "When his orgasm was over, he rolled me off of him onto the bare deck. I hadn't completely finished cumming. He stood and picked the towel up off the deck. He wiped our juices off his cock while he walked to the rail. Karl told the boys in the boat that the show was over and they needed to leave. I was hiding my face in shame but I heard the tempo of their engine change. I looked to see them salute Karl and back away from us. The driver turned to point their craft at the main channel and opened the throttle. They went away at a fast clip."
She said, "Karl came back to me. He retrieved his shorts and put them on. He looked down at me and said, "If Luke wasn't onboard, I would have given you to those guys and had a beer while I watched them fuck you." Then he gave me an order, he said, "Get dressed and come below." He turned and walked to the ladder. He just left me sitting there, freshly fucked and naked on the bare deck."
"I sat there on the deck in a state of denial, she said." I couldn't believe what had just happened. I read the words on my pendant and gathered my wits. In ten minutes I climbed down into the salon. Karl was fussing around in the kitchen and you were sitting a little distance away in a chair. I grabbed myself a beer and gave Karl a light peck on the cheek to let him know I was okay. Then I went to you. I sat in your lap and asked you to tell me you loved me."
"While I sat with you," Linda went on, "I went inside myself for a few minutes to think. I thought about the way you were holding me in your lap. You were holding and loving me like you always do. Just a few minutes earlier, Karl had been fucking me, in front of three strangers.
As I sat with you, I knew I had his cum inside me. I thought about the millions of his sperm, swimming in my belly. They were searching every nook and cranny looking for an egg to fertilize."
She continued, "I didn't feel guilty, Luke. What I felt was naughty. I felt like a little second-grade college girl who had just broken a rule and had gotten away with it. I giggled to myself and when I went back to Karl my somber mood had almost completely left me."
I had to know so I asked. "Why didn't you scream for me when Karl said he was going to let the guys in the boat watch him fuck you?"
She answered, "I think, Karl cast a spell on me. When he kissed me something changed in my brain. My only goal in life from then on was to give him pleasure. I wanted to do anything he asked. I was in a state of shock when it was over but I never became angry with him. I think he exercises that same power over Connie. He is evil."
I had to ask, "If Karl had asked you, would you have fucked the three guys in the boat?"
She answered me, "No, I would have screamed my lungs out. Listen to me, Luke. They were three lovely young men and I do have a multi-partner scenario on my bucket list. Under other circumstances, I would have liked to have them. Mostly though, at that time I would have wanted to fuck them just to please Karl."
She paused and continued, "Having said all that, I would have screamed. You had given me a pass to be with Karl and Connie for the whole weekend but I didn't have your blessing to fuck anyone else. Karl's power is not strong enough to make me do anything that would break your trust in me. I love you, Luke. I only lust after him." I noticed she was holding her pendant.
I pulled her in closer to me and said, "Okay, go on. What else happened?"
"I had some trouble in my mind, when you and I went swimming, later," she answered. I was afraid you would want to have sex with me. I really wanted it to happen but Karl's cum was still inside of me. I know the lake had probably washed me mostly clean but in my mind, I could still see his sperm swimming and searching. That problem resolved itself. You never made an advance on me. I guess, Connie must have pretty well fucked you down." She giggled. That was the first giggle since this conversation started.
I said, "I know there is more."
She replied, "One more thing. We were in the main channel on our way back to port. You and Connie had disappeared and I assumed you had your cock in her somewhere.
"Karl was being very good to me again, she continued. We were sitting together and driving the boat. He was holding me and touching me in the right places. He was whispering his magic words in my ear and suddenly, I fiercely wanted him. I kissed him hard and told him what I wanted. He moved the boat out of the channel and anchored it. In ten minutes we were in bed together in the stern cabin."
She went on, "Our lust was back and the sex was so good. He helped me through two rending orgasms and several minis. I was spent and just lying motionless, on my back. Karl had not cum. He was sliding his hard cock in and out of me. It felt so good."
She paused, and then said, "His mood changed. He never quit fucking me but he said, "Scream." I was surprised and did nothing. He said, "I want an audience. Bring Luke here. Scream bitch." He violently twisted one of my nipples and I screamed. I just lay there and he kept fucking me. It was so good, Luke. I had another mini."
Her story went on, "Less than a minute later I sensed your presence. I kissed Karl and wrapped my legs around him. I rose to meet his thrust and milked his cock with my pussy. He knew you were there. He fucked me hard and I felt him cum violently inside of me. He collapsed on top of me and I lay there feeling his cock deflate. I saw you climb upwards from your position on the ship's ladder and heard your footsteps on the upper deck as you left."
She continued, "In another minute Karl spoke to me. He said, "I wanted Luke to see that. When I give you back to him, I want him to know how well fucked you are." He had called me, bitch and physically hurt me. I never became angry. I just carried out his wishes. His mood swung back. He became soft, sweet and cuddly with me again. He is evil, Luke."
"This is the last thing," she said. "Fifteen minutes later, he fucked me again. Actually, we fucked each other. I had what was to be, my last orgasm with him and it was way passed wonderful. After a few minutes of recovery, we went swimming. That was for your benefit too. We splashed around and made a lot of noise. He had me laugh and giggle loud enough for you to hear. He wanted to make you understand how much fun we were having together."
She said, "Oh, this really is the last thing. He marched me through the salon naked, in front of you and Connie, when we went to the shower. We also met and ate with the two of you, naked. This last thing really didn't have the effect he wanted. You and Connie were naked too."
I said, "I think he might be manic. It could be that he has more than one personality, like Jekyll and Hyde."
Linda said, "The only thing left to think about was that horrible movie. You and I watched it together. There is no need for me to tell you how sick that was. He is very dark and very evil."
I asked, "Does this mean you don't want to see them again?"
Linda replied, "Now Luke, I never said that. I want you to make that decision with no further input from me unless you have questions. I will abide by whatever you decide. I am a submissive, you know." She giggled. After a pause, she said, "The ball is your court. I don't have to think about it anymore."
"I have a question," I said. Aren't you the least bit afraid of him?"
Linda snuggled closer to me and said, "Not really, you will protect me. You are physically stronger than him. He thinks he can contend with you mentally. He might think he can con you into letting him have his way but he is afraid of you. He will never break any taboo you set for him."
I replied, "You said he twisted your nipple and hurt you."
She said, "Yes, what scared me about that was, I liked it. His cock was moving deep inside me when he did that. It made the situation more intense. Like the spanking, he was careful not to harm me. He didn't mark me and the pain was slight. It was just enough to get my attention."
I asked, "What about Connie? How does she fit into this picture? Is she a victim? Do we need to rescue her?"
Linda answered, "I think, she is the bright and shiny object Karl uses to distract you while he performs his evil magic, on me. She is part of the show and she doesn't want to be rescued. They are evil. Do you want to see her again?"
I answered, "My little head says, yes. I think, I had better let my big head make the decision. The truth is, I don't know yet."
Linda said, "I'm finished. I don't want to talk anymore. I feel much better. I would like for my husband to make love to me now. I think that would help both of us sleep."
We did make love. It was very good and we did sleep well.
A week passed and Linda and I were walking by our lake. I said, "My big head has made a decision regarding Karl."
Linda stopped in her tracks and looked at me. Her hand went to her pendant. I saw the pupils in her huge green eyes dilate.
She said, "Tell me."
I said, "I don't want us to ever see him or Connie again. There will be no more hall passes where they are concerned." After a pause, I said, "I believe Karl is mentally defective and he is probably dangerous. I can never allow him to be around you again. If ever he tries to contact you, you will tell me immediately." I looked at her sternly and said, "The operative phrase, in my last sentence was, "You will tell me." Is that understood?"
A single tear rolled down her cheek and she threw her arms around me. She said, "Yes, I know you are protecting me. I was afraid that Connie might have such a hold on you that you wouldn't be able to say no, to them. I knew when I was throwing up in his movie room that I didn't want to see them again. I knew if he wanted to, he would have me in his movies eventually. I needed you to make the decision so I could know you didn't want to be with Connie. I know you enjoyed having sex with her."
I said, "The truth is, I am afraid to be with Connie for a completely different reason. The movie showed me that she is fucking anyone Karl tells her to. I'm sure that means all the men in their little club. We know she is bi, so she has probably been with all the women too. We were an outside interest to them and I bet they have others like us."
I hesitated and said, "That is way too many people. They are probably smart enough to not acquire any disease but I'm not going to take that chance. No more Karl for you. No more Connie for me. I have already called Karl and told him."
Linda kissed me and fingered her necklace. She had a new bounce in her step and my feet felt lighter as we walked on.
.....
Two weeks later, a package arrived at the house. It contained all the things Linda and I had left at Karl's lake house. There was no note with it. I think Karl was just letting me know that he knew where we were. A need for violence rose within me. Be-that-as-it-may, we never heard from them again. I didn't have to kill him.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Three months passed and Linda had not fully recovered from the effects of our last encounter with Karl Ziegler and his wife. She was terribly disappointed, by them. She thinks of them with contempt and distain and can't seem to get over it.

We had only been to the club once in the last three months and nothing had come of it. We did find a couple that I found interesting to talk to, but Linda couldn't get into the conversation. We ended the evening by leaving alone. We had previously booked a motel room as we always do, so we spent the night there. We made love but even that was not special. Linda couldn't find a way out of her doldrums.
The following Monday, I called Kay from work. I briefly explained Linda's state of mind to her.
Kay said, "I will call her and make a lunch date with her if you want me to, Luke. We could talk but I think I know how to handle the problem. You need to find a way to give her a good experience. Take her on a cruise or something similar. Share a good time with her and keep her too busy to be depressed."
I asked, "Do you really think it is that simple? It has been over three months. I am worried. I wish you would talk to her."
Kay said, "Okay I'll call her."
Linda told me that evening, that Kay had called and they had set a lunch date for Friday. Kay called me in the afternoon, after their date.
I asked her. "Do you see the problem?"
Kay answered, "It's not as serious as you think. She will snap out of this on her own in time. I think she might be arguing with herself, trying to decide whether swinging is still a good idea or not. Several items are on her bucket list that she still wants to happen. She is trying to figure out whether further pursuit of them is worth the effort or not."
Kay paused then continued, "She enjoyed the time spent with Barb and was disappointed when Barb became no longer available. She very much enjoyed being with Karl until he turned into Mr. Hyde. She is not as deep in depression as you think. She is mainly just disappointed."
I then asked, "Do you still believe something like a vacation would help?"
She answered, "Absolutely, find a way for her to spend some time enjoying herself."
I said, "Thank you, Aunt Kay. I will play it your way. You haven't been wrong yet."
She replied, "You owe me another steak. I love you both." She said, "Bye-bye," and hung up.
I put my mind on autopilot to ponder this problem and made my way through the rest of my work that day. As I drove toward home that evening, it came to the front of my thoughts again.
When I walked into the house, Linda was wearing one of my shirts. She kissed me, handed me a drink and said, "Change into something comfortable and come sit with me." I went to our bedroom and she went to the den.
I thought, "Kay's visit did some good. Linda's mood has already improved."
As we cuddled together in my chair, she said, "This is a truth time." She was fingering her pendant.
I said, "Okay."
She then asked, "Do you want to continue swinging?"
I took a minute to form my thoughts and said, "I want to continue until it is completely out of your system and then I will want to quit. I don't want to quit and then have regret jump up and bite us." When I said the word, "regret," Bobby Wilkinson popped into my mind.
I then asked, "Did you and Kay have a good visit?"
She answered, "I think we did. She said she was going to call you. What did she say to you?"
I answered, "She relieved my anxiety some. I was afraid you were in a state of deep depression. She told me you were really just disappointed with the way things turned out with Karl and Connie. She told me to find a way to get you busy having a good time." I paused and then added. "I think she must have helped you too, or we wouldn't be sitting here like this."
I let my hand roam under my shirt, which she was wearing. She was naked. I thought, "This is more like old times. Happy days might be here again."
Linda replied, "She did help me. She told me pretty much the same thing. I have decided that I want you to set up a vacation for us. I want there to be plenty of opportunity for sex between us. If something extracurricular happens, that is Okay, but it isn't necessary. When we get back maybe I will know whether or not I want to continue chasing my bucket list."
I said, "Okay."
She snuggled close to me and we were silent for a few minutes. Finally, she said, "Kay told me one other thing."
I asked, "What?"
Linda replied, "She told me that I wasn't fucking you silly, nearly as often as I should. I pledged to her, I would remedy that." We had a nice quickie right then, on the den floor. It was full of emotion and high energy. Happy days are here again.
We laughed together and prepared our dinner. Having eaten, we shared some time on the patio and watched the sunset. Bedtime came early and we made sweet love for a long time. I thought, "Why hadn't I talked to Kay months ago?"
The next morning was Saturday. It was Linda's turn to work this morning. The women in her office take turns opening the office on Saturdays for walk-in business. Linda has to go in about one Saturday a month.
I cooked breakfast for us while she made herself ready for work. We ate at the island in the kitchen. She was running a little late so we hurried and had little conversation. She seemed in a good mood. She allowed me to hold her for a few seconds while she kissed me goodbye and she was gone.
I took coffee to the patio and sat watching the world around our small lake as it woke up. I thought about Bobby Wilkinson. He had been my son's soccer coach about ten years earlier. He was a very handsome man and Linda had felt a strong attraction to him. She wanted an affair but it never happened because that was before our swinging days and Linda couldn't cheat. She told me of her feelings for him sometime later and said she felt great regret for not having asked me to let her be with him. She said that she had wanted to but had chickened out. He is an honorable man and walked away because she was married.
Kay had told me once that if I could let them be together it would satisfy a powerful need in Linda. It might be a way to bring her, "Middle Age Crazy," to an end. I had my head of security vet Bobby and I had an up to date file on him. I knew where he was. I also knew he would take her mind off Karl.
Linda made it home about three. I asked her to walk around the lake with me. She changed clothes and we set off. She seemed bubbly, like a child the last few days before Christmas.
She asked, "Have you thought about a vacation for us?"
I answered, "Yes, I have. I got in touch with Ali Gordon today." Ali is a travel agent that we have used before. I went on, "she gave me three options that are available beginning Monday a week from now."
Linda said, "Tell me."
I answered, "Ali is sending brochures in the mail but I think I remember enough of what we talked about. Number one is a Caribbean cruise that lasts seven days. It's pretty much the same as the cruise we took three years ago. It was my last choice. Oh, we would have to fly to Florida on Sunday before the boat leaves."
Linda said, "Okay, What's next?"
I answered, "A cruise to Alaska. We haven't done that before. The boat leaves Seattle Monday week, so again we would have to fly the Sunday before. If we come back to Seattle on the boat, this trip last twelve days. If we fly back from Alaska to Dallas, it's only seven days. It also has an Alaska train ride included that last a full day and night."
"What is number three," she asked?
I said, "We can spend one or two weeks in an isolated mountain cabin in Colorado."
We came to the bench on the trail that is farthest from the house. We sat and Linda said, "Luke, I'm tired of boats. Karl had us on a boat. I think a week in Colorado would be easiest and the most fun. We could hike and fish all day and do wonderfully nasty things to each other at night." She giggled.
I laughed with her and said, "I have one other suggestion. I thought this one up all by myself but Ali will still have to make the arrangements. She will still get her commission." I handed Linda a blue card.
Linda looked at it and asked, "What is this?"
I said, "That, my young and vibrant wife is the phone number for Bobby Wilkinson."
She was grasping the card tightly in her right hand. Her eyes became misty and a single tear rolled down her face. Her left hand went to the necklace around her neck. It was the one that I had given her that says I love her.
She kissed my lips softly and said, "Go home, Luke. Leave me here. I need some time to think about this. I won't be long."
I kissed her forehead and said, "Okay."
As I walked away, I heard her say, "I love you." I blew her a kiss and went to the house.
I made myself a stiff drink and sat on the patio. I couldn't see the bench where I had left her from this vantage point but I watched the trail. An hour later, she appeared about a quarter of a mile away walking slowly. I'm sure she was in deep thought. I freshened my drink and poured a glass of wine for her.
She arrived at the patio and picked up her wine from the table. She downed a healthy portion of it. She tugged me up from my chair and kissed my lips. She said, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Linda went to the kitchen and prepared sandwiches for us. She put them on a tray with some chips and a dip. She came back to the patio and said, "This is dinner. I want to go to bed early. I need a truth time and I want you to hold me. She returned to the kitchen and came back with a pitcher of iced tea.
We had our dinner. When she was finished, she asked, "Would you like another drink?"
I said, "No I've had enough." I thought, "I should probably keep my wits about me."
She went into the kitchen and returned with another glass of wine.
We sat together but there was no conversation. Finally, I said, "We can start our truth time now if you want."
She replied, "No, I'm not ready." She was holding her pendant in one hand and my hand with the other. Her wine sat untouched on the table.
An hour passed. She said, "Let's sleep in the pool house tonight. I want to see the stars through the skylight.
Ten minutes later, I was lying on my back looking at the sky through the large skylight. Linda was snuggled close to my side with her head on my shoulder.
She finally asked, "What do you want me to do with Bobby's phone number?"
I answered her, "Whatever you wish but let me say this. If you decide to call him and everything works out, I will give you a hall pass to be with him. Kay told me I should give you this opportunity the first time I talked to her. This is the first time that I felt it was the right thing to do."
She asked, "Do you know where he is?"
I replied, "Yes. He is in Scotland. That is a long way off but we or you can go there if need be. You can invite him here if you like.
She asked, "Would you let me go to him alone?"
I answered, "Yes if that is your wish. I have had him thoroughly vetted. He is a good man. I have a complete dossier on him that is up to date. You may read it if you want."
She said, "I do want to read it but this is probably an exercise in futility. He is in his sixties by now.
I laughed and said, "I said that same thing to Kay. She got all huffy and informed me that she and Gus were in their sixties. She wanted me to know that they didn't sit on the porch in rocking chairs when he visited her." I paused and then continued, "By my calculation, Bobby was twenty-four years older than you when you first met him. He is twenty-four years older than you are today. Maybe he has a little more of that grey in his hair that you like so much.
She said, "Twenty-four is a lot and sixty-two is different than fifty-two."
I said, "He is coaching a soccer team for twenty to twenty-five-year-olds. He must be in good shape."
She asked, "If I have sex with him, will you be hurt?"
I answered, "I will handle it the same way I handled watching you and Karl together. If that is what you want, I will allow it. I know you will come home to me."
She said, "Connie helped you when I was with Karl."
I answered, "That is so true. She was quite the distraction. Maybe you can give me a pass to go hunting on my own. I haven't done that in years."
She said, "Tell me you love me, Luke."
I said, "I will always love you."
She took the monster in her hand and squeezed him gently. "She said, "It's fun for me to think about Bobby and I will want to continue this conversation later. Right now though, I want to love the one I love." She changed her position and took my cock into her mouth. I got hard instantly.
She changed her position again. She took the dominant place and guided the monster inside her. She was so wet. She rode me slowly in her cowgirl position for a minute then laid her boobs on my chest and kissed me. She whispered, "I skipped the foreplay."
I recognized what was happening. This was the beginning of one of her, "I'm going to love you forever," fucks. It is a standard in her repertoire. All I have to do is lie here and enjoy it. She does all the work. She can take me right to the edge and hold me there for a long time. I decided to just lie there and enjoy it. It went on for at least an hour. When we came to the end, it was like the clash of cymbals at the end of Ravel's Bolero.
She said, "I'm going to love you forever."
I think I was still inside her when I fell asleep.
We showered together the next morning. While we were drying each other, she started talking non-stop. It was like a planned and rehearsed speech. She said, "I want to read your file on Bobby. I have decided I am going to call him this morning. It will be afternoon there. If he invites me to go to Scotland, I want to leave next Monday and stay with him for five days. I want to go alone and I will give you a pass to go hunting on your own."
I said, "Okay. I'll make us some breakfast." I kissed her cheek, got dressed and went to the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, I had breakfast on the island. Pancakes with sausage and the trimmings.
Linda came and sat on the stool next to me. Before she touched anything, she said, "I thought there would at least be some conversation about my plans."
I replied, "Sweetheart before I gave you the phone number, I had decided to allow you to have this experience any way you wanted to. This is your opportunity to do away with the regret you have concerning Bobby. I hope it works out and I will help if I can."
Her green eyes teared up. She said, "I think I am going to choose the cabin in Colorado."
I said, "That would be fine with me. I'm sure we would enjoy that but then you might have more regret associated with your memory of Bobby. I think you should at least look at the file before you make a decision."
She wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "I love you."
After we finished eating, I took her hand and said, "Come with me." I led her into my office and sat her behind my desk. I retrieved Bobby's file from the drawer and laid it in front of her. I said, "Take what time you need, I'm going for my run." I walked out of the room and closed the door before there was any further conversation.
I walked a complete lap around the lake and used the time for thought. In my mind, I said to myself, "You simple bastard. You should have taken her up on the Colorado cabin. You have probably talked her into doing what she really wants to do." My next thought was, "I want her to get Bobby out of her mind and if spending a few days with him is what it will take, so be it. Kay believes this is the thing to do."
I crossed the finish line in twenty minutes and broke into my six-minute mile trot. I pushed the thoughts of Linda and Bobby out of my mind and decided to take the twelve minutes it would take to finish my run, for myself.
I arrived back at the house and Linda was still in my office. The door was still closed, so I didn't disturb her. I stripped off my running shorts and shoes and swam a few laps in the nude. I rested in the water long enough to cool down and rinsed off in the pool house shower. After dressing, I went to the den.
In a few minutes, Linda joined me. I made room for her in my chair and she snuggled in close to me. I knew what she was going to say before she said it. She would have mentioned Colorado and the cabin instantly. She was being quiet.
She said, "Is it really alright if I call him Luke?"
I answered, "Absolutely, if that's what you want to do."
She sat up and looked at me. She wasn't teary this time but she was fingering her pendant. I have never seen her without it since I gave it to her. She asked, "How can you love me? I am such a slut. I'm sitting here with you and thinking about fucking someone else."
I said, "Linda, you are not a slut. What you are doing is being honest with me. A slut would be sneaking around behind my back and cheating. I will always love you. Read that necklace you are toying with."
She snuggled down close to me again and was quiet. A few minutes later she said, "I read it several times every day." After a while, she said, "I'm going to call him. Do you want to listen?"
I answered, "No, but call me if he wants to talk to me." She kissed my cheek and went back to my office.
I thought, "I need a drink and I'll bet it is five o'clock in Scotland." I went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of beer. I went to the pool and sat in a lounge chair.
In just a few minutes, Linda dragged another chair close to me. She sat down and showed me her hands. They were shaking. She said, "He wasn't home. He was at soccer practice but I left a message. The young lady I talked to said he would call me back." She paused and said, "She had the cutest accent. The dossier said he was still single. Do you think he has a live-in girlfriend?"
I answered her, "I don't know. You will have to ask him." I chuckled at her and she stuck out her bottom lip.
Linda was a nervous wreck. Bobby didn't call back that night. He did call back Monday morning but we missed the call. We were both at work. Maria was there. She is our housekeeper and she took the message.
Linda beat me home but didn't return the call. She said she wanted me here when she talked to him. I didn't make it home until six and we calculated that it would be midnight in Scotland. Linda decided that we should call him in the morning.
When we went to bed, Linda was fidgety like the preverbal, "Cat on a hot tin roof." She was also hot as a firecracker. I thought she was going to fuck me to death and I let her try as hard as she could. When she was through with me, I collapsed and fell into a deep slumber. I woke twice in the night. Linda wasn't in bed. She was up and moving around downstairs. I don't think she slept a wink.
The next morning I called Alice, my secretary, and told her, I was going to be a couple of hours late. Linda wasn't working that day. Linda and I finished breakfast just before eight and I said, "It's two in the afternoon over there. Go ahead and call him."
She looked at me and I could see the butterflies in her stomach. She sat there looking at the phone. She was holding the little blue card in one hand and fingering her pendant with the other. The Phone rang.
We looked at each other and it rang again. Linda said, "Answer it." It rang again and I picked up the receiver.
I said, "Hello."
The voice on the line said, "Bobby Wilkinson here. Am I speaking to Mr. Bowman?" He seemed very formal and his accent was in full bloom.
I replied, "Yes, this is Luke Bowman. How can I help you?" I was beginning to have fun with this and Linda's butterflies were torturing her.
Bobby stuttered a couple of times then regained control. He said, "Sir, in way of identifying myself, I was once your son's soccer coach.

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I said, "Oh yes, I remember you, Bobby. My wife was trying to get in touch with you." I thought, "Linda is on the verge of running out of this room."

"I received a call two days ago, from your lady," he said. "Might you know what it was about?"
I laughed and answered him, "Yes Bobby, I know exactly what it was about. I would rather she tell you. Please hold a second, she is right here." Linda looked as if she were having a heart attack. I handed the phone to her.
She took the phone and put the receiver to her ear. She couldn't talk at all at first. Then she stammered and finally blurted out, "Luke has given me permission to sleep with you." I left the room. I couldn't hear from the patio, but I could see Linda through a window. She settled down after a minute and it appeared to me she was having a joyful conversation. That conversation went on forever. Finally, she hung up.
I went inside and asked, "Well do you have a deal?"
She answered, "No, not yet. He is very excited that I called and very much wants to see me."
"What is the problem then," I asked?"
She replied, "He has to see what arrangements can be made. He is retired in name only. He has gained control of the old family estate. He said it is about twice the size of our ranch. They measure land using the metric system in Scotland, whatever that means. He said the estate is a little over two square miles and that is a very big parcel, over there. He gained control because he is the only male in line for inheritance that had enough money to buy the other heirs interest. He also acquired a title. It came with the land. He is now, Laird Wilkinson. It means Lord, in English. He is Lord Wilkinson.
"Anyway," She continued, "He runs the place as a hunting reserve and he boards clients in the manor house. He said that it would be best if my visit was at a time when no other guests were scheduled."
I asked, "When will you know?"
She answered, "He will call me again in a day or two. There is something else. He does have a live-in girlfriend."
I said, "Uh-Oh."
Linda giggled and said, "This is the good part. She was the one who answered when I called the other day. When he explained to her who I was and our previous relationship she became curious about you."
I said, "I can't see me being curious about a sixty-something-year-old woman that lives six thousand miles away. I think I would rather stay here and go hunting on my own."
Linda Laughed and said, "Answer me honestly now. Would you have sex with Aunt Kay if you had the chance?"
My head snapped as I looked at her but I didn't answer.
Linda just laughed aloud at my reaction, this time. She said, "You don't have to answer." She finished her laugh and then went on, "Her name is Michelin and she is thirty-two years old. She works for the estate as head of the household staff. The staff includes a butler and his wife who is the cook. There are also three maids and two kitchen helpers who also act as wait staff when guests are in residence. There is outside staff but they don't live in the manor house."
I said, "Damn, it must be a big house."
Linda said, "I didn't ask about that."
I said, "Tell me more about Michelin. I am curious now."
Linda giggled again. "Okay," she said, "She sleeps with the boss from time to time but they are not exclusive. She is a single mother with a seven-year-old son. Bobby is not the father but he is what we would call a guardian. The boy is in boarding college and Bobby pays all his bills. He is said to be a ward of the manor."
I asked, "What does she think about you taking her place in the boss's bed for a week or so."
She answered, "I don't know but Bobby said that it wouldn't be a problem. I told him to be damn sure of that. I don't intend to spend a week sneaking around behind her back. He assured me that he would let us talk, before my trip. He said that we could set any ground rules that either of us felt were necessary. He did say that he had strong feelings for her and wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize their relationship."
I said, "Well, I need to go to work. Let me know what you work out." I pulled her off her stool and kissed her.
She said, "I love you so much, Luke."
I said, "I know. You have been holding your necklace ever since the phone rang. I love you too." I went to work.
Thursday, when I returned from work Linda met me at the door. She kissed me and I could feel the excitement in her body. She said, "Bobby called."
"Do you have a plan," I asked.
She answered, "Not quite. I need to talk to you first. Change your clothes and take me for a walk.
A few minutes later, we started down the path to the lake, together. She was anxious to talk this time. She said, "This is a truth time."
I said, "Okay. Tell me up front what you are concerned about."
She said, "The first thing I want to say is, I love you." She stopped me and kissed me. The kiss was deep. The word, sensuous, would have been an understatement. She was quiet for a time as we walked.
Finally, she said, "I am very excited about this Luke. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would actually get to be with Bobby. Thank you so much for finding him for me." In a minute she continued, "I have some concern about leaving you here alone. You won't have anything to occupy your mind and I am afraid you will spend all your time thinking about me. I am afraid your imagination will run wild and you will be miserable."
I said, "Not so. I am looking forward to hunting on my own for a week. I think we can both have fun. We just won't be together."
She replied, "If you go off on your own then my imagination will run wild and I will be miserable. I want you to go with me."
I asked, "Do you know when this is going to happen?"
"Booby said anytime next month that is convenient for me. He said to give him as much notice as possible so he could arrange separate lodging for clients if need be," she answered.
I said, "I think it would be harder for me if I go as a third wheel. I don't want to lie alone in bed at night and know you are in the next room with him." Linda surprised me then. She giggled as if that thought amused her.
She then explained herself. She said, "It doesn't have to be that way. I also talked with Michelin today."
Suddenly my interest piqued. I tried to maintain my demeanor but wasn't completely successful. Linda squeezed my arm and giggled at me. I said, "Okay, tell me what plot the two of you have cooked up."
Linda said, "Really there was no plot but there was innuendo. We were talking first as if you weren't coming. She made the remark that she and Bobby might want me to sleep in the middle one night. Without saying it outright, she let me know she wanted in on the action. I told her that I would ask you to write a possible threesome into my hall pass. It sounded like she meant for both of us to do Bobby. He has passed sixty. It is more likely she wants to play with me while Bobby rests. Either way, I would be okay with it."
I said, "Hmmm, the plot thickens."
She giggled and went on. "When I mentioned you and the hall pass, she point-blank asked if I would give you a pass. I told her that I had done that in the past. She told me that it would be better on my trip if I had a traveling companion. She said I should bring you with me." Linda giggled again and said, "I want you to go with me."
I said, "That would be a serious risk. Neither of us has ever seen the other. I would hate to travel that far to meet someone who weighs three hundred pounds and is four feet tall."
Linda said, "Bobby told me she is two inches taller than me and he described her body as willowy. I told her that you were a most beautiful man and the best lover I ever had. I don't think Bobby lied and I know I didn't. Go with me."
I said, "I want to talk to Michelin personally before I make such a commitment."
Linda said, "That should be no problem. I have the phone number and she will probably be the one to answer."
I said, "I will call her tomorrow. If I am favorably impressed, I will call Ali and have her make flight reservations for us. When do you want to go?"
Linda answered, "The first week next month. Failing that, as soon as possible."
Then I asked, "What's for dinner? I'm getting hungry."
Linda said, "Let's order Pizza and then we can go to bed early." She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me.
We had completed our lap around the lake. Five minutes later, we were in the kitchen. I opened a beer for each of us and called in an order for Pizza. I ordered one large with extra cheese, with everything, except anchovies. Anchovies smell like a nasty unwashed pussy to me.
I had thought about going to Ted's Place for a while but Linda's batting eyes had changed my mind. My plan was to eat and take her to bed. I thought the pizza would never arrive but it did, finally.
We ate quickly then went to our bedroom. We helped each other undress and the fun began. I decided all the foreplay was in order. I started by gently massaging her boobs and tweaking her nipples as I kissed her. She was squirming like a worm on a hook. I moved down and took a nipple into my mouth. I slipped a finger inside her. True to form, she was already very wet.
I sucked the nipple and made circles on her clit with my wet finger. In just a minute, I felt a mini-orgasm make her shiver. I slipped farther down her body. I took her clit into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. I touched the roughness of the sweet spot inside her with my finger. She had another mini and then almost immediately a big one washed over her like an incoming tide. She gasped for air and moaned in pleasure but didn't scream.
I thought, "I can do better than that." I rolled her over and holding her hips from behind I raised her to her knees and slipped the monster into her. I slowly fucked her doggie style. She turned her head sideways and laid it on a pillow. I kept up a short deep stroke. She slipped away to that special place she goes when we fuck this way. We did this for several minutes.
She said, "Do me harder, Luke."
I followed her instructions and an instant later, her second big one engulfed her. Her vocalizations were better and louder but still no scream. I admonished the monster not to cum and we managed to hold off. Before she came completely down I rolled her over and fucked her fast and hard in the missionary position. A few seconds later I got my scream. She sounded off like the siren on a fire truck.
I went with her this time. My orgasm was glorious.
When I was finished, I immediately rolled off her. I was at the edge of exhaustion. She rolled with me and managed to keep my cock inside her. She gasped and held him with her pussy. She used her love muscles to milk the last drops of cum from me. I lay there and held her as the monster deflated.
My heart rate came down to the point where I thought I might live. I heard her whisper in my ear, "I want to do that again, sometime."
I held her close and replied, "We'll see."
Linda fell asleep in almost no time at all. I didn't. The thoughts of Michelin came back to me. I thought, "Is she another shiny object to distract me while another man performs evil magic on my wife?" Then I thought, "Don't let yourself become jaded, Luke. This man is not Karl Ziegler. Linda has wanted him for a long time. Kay says this is the thing to do.
I arrived at my office just before eight, the next morning. Alice and I had our ten-minute, "coffee to get the day started session," as usual. When we were finished, I said, "Please hold my calls until you see my line is clear. I have to make a long distance call and I don't know how long it will take." I paused and went on, "This is an important call, so don't let me be disturbed unless the building catches fire."
She answered, "Yes, Sir." I observed her as she went into her protect mode. She is very good at her job. No one will disturb me unless she loses a physical fight.
I sat down and called Bobby's number. A sweet voice came on the line and said, "Wilkinson Estate, Michelin speaking. May I help you?"
I answered, "Luke Bowman here. You are the person I called to speak with."
She replied, "How may I serve you, Sir?"
We spent the next several minutes getting to know each other. Our conversation became less formal and more personable, as we progressed. Finally, I touched on the subject of her relationship with her boss. I said to her, "Tell me about your relationship with Bobby Wilkinson. I do want to be a little nosy but I don't expect more than what you can be comfortable with."
She replied, "You go first, Luke. Tell me about you and Linda. I know the purpose of her upcoming visit." That was the first time she used my given name. We had reached a new plateau.
I said, "Well, okay. I think I will be very frank with you. Ten years ago, Linda and your boss came extremely close to having an affair. Linda was strongly attracted to him and I'm sure the feeling was mutual. It didn't happen because we had not opened our marriage to others, at that time. I understand that it was also against Bobby's code to fool around with married women."
Michelin interjected, she asked, "When did you open your marriage?"
I replied, "Our first outside experience was several months ago. We had a threesome with another woman. Linda was bi-curious. She wanted to try being with a woman. After that, we did a full swap with another married couple. That is the extent of our swinging experience."
Michelin asked, "How did Linda's homosexual experience work out?"
I said, "You should ask Linda when you speak with her again." I paused and said, "Now, tell me about you and Bobby."
She giggled, much as Linda does. She said, "When you call him Bobby, it seems strange to me. I think of him as Laird Wilkinson." She hesitated a moment as if collecting her thoughts. She asked, "Shall I be very frank, as you were?"
I answered her, "Yes, please. Nothing you say will be repeated, except maybe to Linda." If she asks me about this conversation, I will be truthful."
Michelin said, "Fair enough. I grew up a ward of the manor. My family has worked for The Laird's family for at least two hundred years. The Laird is thirty years older than I am. He had gone into the world to make his fortune before I was born. I grew up on the estate and he visited at least once and sometimes several times a year. I can't remember when I didn't know him. All the young girls had a crush on him. He was a beautiful man. He still is, by the way. He says that I was the prettiest of the lot, so I became his pet. He always played with me when I was a child and he kept a watch on me as I grew."
She hesitated and then continued, "I will make a long story short. The Laird married when I was a young teen and his visits became fewer. His wife passed away in my twentieth year. The funeral was not at the estate. I did not see the Laird for two years and then he came to visit. I was twenty-two and in the flower of my young womanhood. The laird asked me to sleep with him and I jumped in his bed without hesitation. He was fifty-two but he was so beautiful."
I broke in, "He must have just left the states. He was fifty-two when he and Linda met."
She answered, "Yes, he spent the two years after his wife's death in the United States. He still traveled for his work after our first time together. Whenever he came home to visit, I took it as my duty to keep him warm at night. He always encouraged me to develop a relationship with a man closer to my age and to make a life for myself. I tried to do that twice. Neither relationship worked. I became pregnant with my second lover."
I commented, "I understand that Bobby adopted your son."
She said, "Well not exactly. The Laird has recognized my boy as a ward of the manor. That ensures that the estate will pay for his upbringing, including education for as long as he can pass his classes. The Laird has always willingly paid the boy's way as if he was a son but he is not an heir."
I said, "Okay, now I understand the difference."
She went on, "The Laird took possession of the estate about four years ago. He established residency here and made me head of the household. He pays me enough that I should be wealthy in my own right when I am older.
The Laird loves me and I love him. I, of course, wanted to marry him but he would not. He says he is too much older than me. He encourages me to be with younger men. I have little chance of finding a husband because my relationship with the laird is well known. He is a very powerful man and all the younger men fear him."
She paused, and then continued, "I sleep with him most nights but our arrangement has never been exclusive. He has had several short-term lovers in the past four years and I have had two. There was a long pause before she asked, "May I be blatantly frank here?"
"Sure, I said, "Please."
She said, "The Laird has told me that he wants to sleep with your lady, very much. I asked him if I could invite you to my bed while Linda is here. I want you to become my lover for that time. I wanted to know you could at least be tempted before I asked for Linda's blessing. She called you an alpha and said you were beautiful. She also said you were the best of lovers. I need someone like you, Luke. Come with Linda to visit us."
I said, "Linda has already asked me to go with her. She has also given her permission for me to have you. You impressed her. She also noticed your comment about having her sleep in the middle. Did you intend that to mean you wanted her to help you do Lord Wilkinson?"
She giggled and replied, "The Laird is sixty-two. He does not have the stamina he once did. Linda will wear him down quickly. One of my early lovers was a woman. I enjoyed being with her very much."
I said, "Enough said, I understand." I hesitated a few seconds and said, "I do want to meet you. I will call my travel agent today and tell her to make the arrangements. One of us will call and tell you when we will be there, as soon as we know."
Michelin said, "You make that call, Luke. We can visit some more. I want to know you as well as I can before you get here."
We had several more conversations. Linda and Bobby also communicated and the girls were on the phone with each other, constantly. We exchanged photographs by mail. Michelin was not a raving beauty but she wasn't hard to look at either. All of us were living in unbearable anticipation. Time seemed to drag on.
Sixteen days later, Linda and I touched down in Edinburgh, Scotland.
To be continued...

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We had several more conversations. Linda and Bobby also communicated and the girls were on the phone with each other, constantly. We exchanged photographs by mail. Michelin was not a raving beauty but she wasn't hard to look at either. All of us were living in unbearable anticipation. Time seemed to drag on.

Sixteen days later, Linda and I touched down in Edinburgh, Scotland.
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We were herded into a queue and scrutinized by a customs agent. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. A very nice young man asked if we had anything to declare and the purpose of our visit. He stamped our passports and that was it. He didn't ask about our luggage, which we hadn't even collected yet.
We came out of customs and Linda handed me her small carry-on case and ran across the hallway. She kissed the big Scotsman standing there. Michelin walked up to me. She looked up at me through her most beautiful baby blues and said, "I would like to be kissed that way.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as if I was a high college boy on his first date.
I dropped my bags to the floor and gathered her close to me. I kissed her passionately. She snuggled closer and returned the kiss enthusiastically. The monster moved enough that she felt him.
She said, "You are easily excited," and giggled.
I replied, "I can't wait to be in bed with you."
She asked, "Can you wait an hour? It is over a two-hour drive to the estate so, The Laird booked rooms for us. If we spend the night here, we can drive leisurely, in the daylight, tomorrow.
She led me to where Linda and Bobby were standing. Linda was holding on to one of his arms as if she thought someone was going to try to take him away from her. Bobby was just staring at me. I asked. "Is something wrong, Bobby?"
He gathered himself and responded. He said, "Oh, I hope that tis, not the case, Sir. I just don't think I can make myself believe this is happening, Mr. Bowman."
I said, "I don't think you will be disappointed but I do have a small problem." I saw him tense up. "I went on, "I don't like being called, Sir or Mr., in a social situation. Please be comfortable, addressing me as Luke."
He visibly relaxed and Linda giggled as she laid her head against his upper arm. The ice was broken.
Bobby said, "Quite so, Luke." He smiled and we shook hands. He continued, "I have booked rooms at our finest hotel. I suggest we have dinner there. We can drive to the estate in the morning if that is agreeable.
I said, "I'm sure that's okay with Linda and me. Let's find our luggage. I asked, "Do I need to rent a car for the week?"
Bobby replied, "Certainly not. You will be free to use any of the vehicles at the estate. I have anything you could need. My insurance is set up for clients to drive my vehicles so you are covered. The local constabulary will honor your Texas driving license. The car I have brought is plenty ample for the four of us to travel, tomorrow."
We collected our luggage and everything did fit in the car. It was a very old but well maintained Bentley.
Bobby saw that I was impressed. He said, "It is a 1964, S3. It belonged to my father. This was 1987. The car was twenty-three years old and looked brand new.
Dinner was wonderful. It was a family style pot roast with potatoes, peas and carrots all cooked together. We had a nice red wine with our meal and coffee with dessert. Dessert was very special, indeed. It was a blackberry cobbler served hot with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I commented, "The cobbler is like what we have at home and the Ice cream taste like Blue Bell, doesn't it Linda?"
Bobby laughed. He said, "I developed a taste for this dessert while I was in your country. This is no cheap imitation. I had the blackberries and the Blue Bell flown in. The ice cream, of course, was frozen and the berries are from a farm near Athens, Texas. They were canned but that was the best I could do, this time of year. I brought them here and gave the recipe to the chef. I wanted the two of you to feel a touch of home."
I said, "Thank you, Bobby. You are very thoughtful." I paused a second and asked, "Is it bedtime yet?"
The girls came to attention. Michelin giggled and I saw a shiver run through Linda. She just had one of her mini orgasms with Bobby, by just holding his arm. Bobby, of course, didn't notice. He was very nervous and oblivious to how turned on she was.
Bobby just looked at me. He said, "You are very forward my new friend. Please bear with me. I have thought about Linda many times over these last ten years. I am still having a little trouble getting my head around what is happening here."
Linda whispered loud enough for all of us to hear, "Let's go to bed, we can talk some more tomorrow."
I tried to put money on the table. Bobby stopped me. He said, "You are my guests this week. I know Scots have a reputation for thrift but I would be proud if you spent no money while you are here. He wiggled his large handlebar mustache.
I said, "Thank you." I stood and helped Michelin to her feet. I looked at Linda and said, "Have a good night, Sweetheart."
She smiled and squirmed in her chair. Her hand went to her pendant and she blew me a kiss. She said in a muted tone. "I love you, Luke."
I allowed Michelin to lead me away. She knew the way to our room and she had the key.
As I followed her, I took the opportunity to examine her look. I would guess she was five feet and five or six inches. Willowy, was the word Bobby used to describe her body. It was accurate. As she walked, her body swayed like a willow tree in a light breeze.
He eyes were blue and bright. She had beautiful teeth and her skin was fair. Her hair was very dark but not black. It was stacked on her head but her temple locks hung loose and framed her face beautifully. They had some curl in them.
She was dressed in a light brown tweed jacket over a white blouse that was open at the neck. Her skirt was tweed that matched the jacket. It was form fitting but loose enough that she could walk easily.
She was walking easily and I couldn't take my eyes off the movement of her well-formed ass. The monster was begging for release. Her shoes had enough elevation in the heels to give her calf muscles perfect definition. She was definitely a good-looking woman. Truthfully, she's not quite in Linda's class.
We arrived at our room. We walked in and I noticed my luggage was there. I didn't need anything but my toiletry kit. I kissed her and said, "I need a shower. I feel like I have airplane gunk sticking to my skin.
She said, "I want to bathe you. We helped each other undress. I took her jacket off and the blouse under it was extremely sheer. It was see through. She wasn't wearing a bra and she didn't need one. Her tits were shaped nicely and proportioned perfectly. I was mesmerized for a few seconds when I saw them. I thought, "I know she did that to me on purpose." I couldn't keep my hands off them. I didn't even try. The monster was going nuts. He was hard like a hickory club.
She raised her arm and pulled one pin from her hair and it cascaded in folds that reached a foot below her shoulders. Her hair was thick and richly luxuriant. It capped her female form exquisitely.
I unbuttoned the blouse and got a nipple in my mouth. She moaned and let me suck for a few seconds then pushed me away.
She said, "Settle down, Luke. We won't make it to the shower." I came partially back to my senses.
In the shower, we washed each other. When we were finished and rinsed, she dropped to her knees. She held the monster in both her hands. From my perspective, it looked as though she was doing a visual inspection.
She said, "Your cock is magnificent. Linda used that word when she described it to me. I see now, what she meant." She took as much as she could in her mouth. Her gag reflex was very sensitive. I slid the monster to the top of her throat and she gagged violently. Speaking to the monster in my mind, I said, "There is no way she is going to swallow you, son. Be happy to be where you are."
So... She wasn't a sword swallower. She was damn good at what she could do. Her enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of ability. She sucked, licked caressed and teased. She had me at the edge in seconds. She sensed that I was close and she took me a little closer before she spat me out. She stood up and said, "Not yet. I want that magnificent thing inside of me."
I said, "We can do that." I turned the shower off and carried her to the bed. We didn't dry. I laid her on top of the cover and immediately went down on her. I licked her outer lips and then took her clitoris in my mouth. I slipped a finger into her pussy. She was as wet on the inside as she was on the outside. I touched her G-spot and felt her whole body quiver.
My intent was to give her first orgasm with foreplay right then. Next in my plan was to allow the monster to violently assault her and go with her when she had her second one. She wasn't having that.
She said, "I'm about to cum. I want your cock inside me right now. Fuck me hard."
I followed her instructions. I assumed the missionary position and the monster easily found his way inside her. I fucked her hard and fast.
Her orgasm began almost immediately. I managed to hold the monster in check. She went to the height of her climax and started down. I thrust into her powerfully and her second orgasm pulsed through her body in a matter of another minute. I didn't even try to restrain myself this time. My first orgasm with her was everything I had anticipated. My toes curled and I actually saw stars as we merged in orgasm simultaneously.
I had collapsed on top of her and she was supporting most of my weight. I made an effort to roll off her. She whispered, "Stay where you are. I want your cock to stay inside me."
The monster was only semi-stiff but that was enough for me to shove him all the way in. I made him jerk one time and she squeezed him and held him for a short time.
The whole episode couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes. It was really just a damn fine quickie. I resolved to do better later.
The monster eventually gave up completely. I rolled onto my back beside her. I felt her shiver. I realized she was cold. We were wet and the temperature in the room must have been in the low sixties. I went to the bathroom and brought a towel back to her. She took it but jumped up and said, "Give me a minute.
She went into the bath and closed the door. A few minutes later, I heard the shower running and went to rinse off with her. I thought, "I bet she would taste like strawberries."
We laughed and giggled together. I took the opportunity to inspect her naked body both visually and by touch. She had a few small stretch marks on either side of her abdomen. Her tummy was not quite as flat as Linda's was but I couldn't find anything seriously wrong or out of place.
I thought, "If she belonged to me, I would run her around my lake a few times a week and she would be as hard as Linda in a little while." She was enthusiastic when we interacted in any way and she laughed easily. She was definitely going to be a fun playmate. She met all my expectations. I was thrilled just being close to her.
As we dried, I asked her, "Do you think there is a bar in this room?"
She answered, "I'm sure there is. If you will make me a warm spot in bed, I will find us a drink. What would you like?"
I said, "I drink a Canadian blended whiskey at home. I'll bet you don't have that here."
She giggled and said, "We don't all drink scotch. I'll bet you want Crown Royal and a double."
I said, "Please and two cubes of ice would be nice."
I crawled in bed and she went to the bar. She brought me a perfect drink and returned to the bar. I heard a champagne cork pop. She returned to the bed sipping from the bottle. She said this is wasteful. I can't drink it all but I am celebrating our first night together. She let me taste it. It was good but I'm not a wine drinker.
She asked, "Are you in my warm spot?" I was beginning to see what Linda saw in accents. Michelin's voice sounded like music.
I replied, Yes, I think I am." I tried to mimic her voice. She sipped her wine and laughed at me. I pulled the covers back for her and moved a bit to let her take the warm spot. She crawled in beside me. Her naked body felt cool and very smooth.
I drew her closer to me and said, "I love a cold room. We will have to snuggle to keep each other warm."
She nipped at my earlobe with sharp little teeth and giggled. She whispered, "I think it's going to be very hot in this bed before the night is over." Her accent seemed more musical to me.
I finished my drink and she had a few more sips of her champagne. We snuggled down in the bed and I pulled the covers over our heads for a few minutes. When we both felt warm and comfortable, I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the monster. He was beginning to come to life again. She got the message. She squeezed him and moved her hand up and down his length.
She asked, "May I ask a question?"
I said. "Sure, anything you like."
She asked, "How do you want to have sex with me this week."
I answered her truthfully. I said, "I am pretty much a plain vanilla kind of guy. My favorite place to have an orgasm will be deep inside you. That is exactly where Mother Nature wants it to happen. I also enjoy oral sex. I will want to make you cum that way and I will want to cum with you at least once that way, while we are together."
I paused and then said, "I know that sounds pretty bland but I will enjoy doing anything you ask, for your pleasure. I will draw the line at pain. I won't hurt you more than just a little bit and I certainly will not harm you."
She didn't ask any more questions. She slipped down and took my hardening member in her mouth. She sucked and rolled him with her tongue. I got very hard very quickly. My body was responding very well to the Laird's girlfriend.
I asked her, "Would you like to be on top?"
She answered musically, "Oh yes, Luke. I would very much enjoy having you that way." She threw a leg over me and rose to her knees. She helped the monster as he slid inside her. She laid her body on top me and I thrust up into her. Soon she was responding to my movement. Slowly and gently, we were fucking each other. The feeling was sublime. We enjoyed ourselves for a long time. Half an hour later, I felt her excitement rise. She shifted her position slightly so that the monster was touching her sweet spot. I heard her start to whimper and moan. In a soft voice, she said, "I'm Cumming, Luke."
I thrust into her gently but let her have this one on her own. When it was over, she didn't stop her grind. If she was having little orgasms, I couldn't tell. She knew she could have another big one. Ten minutes later, her tempo increased and she came again. I helped her a little more this time but let her go over the top alone, again.
When she finished, I allowed her to relax for a few minutes then rolled her onto her back and slid the monster in and out slowly but forcefully. She was tired but she tried to help anyway. I said, "This one is for me. Just be still. Allow me to make my own pleasure."
She became perfectly quiet and allowed me to use her body as I wished. My plan was to make her cum again whether she wanted to or not. I didn't think she knew she could. I did her slowly for about ten minutes. My effort was slight. I was pacing myself. I felt her convulse weakly around me. "That was a little one," I thought.
She started to move and roll to my thrust. She had realized she could cum again. I fucked her harder. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Her legs wrapped around me and her vocalizations became more urgent. A few seconds later, her breath became ragged. She tried to scream but it came out like a long gasping gurgle. She was cumming harder than she had before.
At this point, I lost control. I became selfish. I modified my attack on her to enhance my own pleasure. I pounded her pussy and held the monster deep as my spasms occurred. Half a minute later, it was over.
We were so hot under the blankets. I had to throw them off us. Michelin lay under me whimpering and gasping for air. I rolled off her. The monster had already started to deflate.
We lay there for maybe ten minutes. I was recovering nicely and Michelin had become quiet and relaxed. I felt her stir and she slipped out of my arms. She rose from the bed and went to the bath. She was back in a few minutes with a wet cloth and a towel. She cleaned the monster and dried him. I could smell strawberries.
She lay down beside me and drew the covers back over us. I drew her close and said, "That was nice of you."
She replied, "Linda said you would always want me to be sparkly."
I laughed a little and said, "I won't require you to be a fanatic about it. I will always need a little cuddle time after action like we just had."
She giggled and said, "I think we both need cuddle time right now." I helped her snuggle closer to me and I heard raindrops hitting the windowpanes. Lying here with this strange woman was wonderful. It was a cool rainy night and we were warm and dry. I experienced deja vu. It seemed as though we had done this many times before. This had been our first time together and I had felt totally comfortable with her from the start.
After several minutes, she asked, "Are you still awake?"
I answered, "Yes but barely."
She was holding the monster in her hand. She squeezed him gently. She said, "The Laird fucked me that way when he was younger. I hadn't realized how much he had slowed."
I answered, "The two of you probably just became more used to each other. Sex between us is new. It will just naturally be more arousing and therefore more intense."
She replied, "No, he is starting to feel his age."
I decided to brag a bit. I said, "We can do it again if you like."
She called my bluff by bending the monster double. She giggled then, but said, "I am well satisfied. All that is left for you to do is hold me, while we sleep." Then she added, if Linda is used to this, she is not as satisfied as I am right now. The Laird has fallen asleep, after one orgasm. He could not have lasted long with Linda. He was too excited just by her presence."
I said, "Don't worry about Linda. She is a big girl in a small body. She will take care of that situation. She could make a dead man horny."
Michelin said, "Maybe that is true for one night but we will have to help her through the week."
I asked, "Do you want to have sex with her?"
She answered, "I think I would enjoy that, but she is going to want some time with you. I want all of you that I can have but you should always hold something in reserve for her."
I said, "There is something I would like to know about Bobby."
She said, "What would you like to know?"
I asked, "Does he have any fetishes that are away from the mainstream?"
She replied, "I don't consider anything we have done together abnormal but you might. What do you mean?"
I said, "We were involved with a couple once. We liked them very much at first but had to end the relationship because of their deep involvement in BDSM. I guess I am asking if Bobby will ask Linda to do anything kinky."
She answered, "We have never even tried that kind of thing. The Laird does enjoy buggery if that counts."
I asked, "What is buggery?"
She answered, "It is a term used in the UK to describe sodomy. The Laird enjoys having anal sex with me, occasionally. I am sure he will have Linda that way if she will allow it. He will not hurt her and certainly would not force her in any way."
I thought, "Here we are, talking about butt fucking again." I asked, "Do you enjoy having sex that way?"
She answered, "Conditionally, I have to say yes. The Laird is very good at making the experience pleasurable for me. We only do it once-in-a-while, two or three times a year. He enjoys it very much. I find myself looking forward to it when I know it is going to happen. I have never done it with anyone else." She giggled and said, "Linda and I spoke about this on the phone once. She said you wouldn't be interested but I will do it with you if you like."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I asked, "Do you think Linda would be open to the idea?"

She replied, "Luke, you know she is. It is on her bucket list." She hesitated and then said, "Linda and I only had the opportunity to talk by telephone but we have become friends. We have talked about many things."
"Like what?" I asked.
She giggled and answered with a question of her own. "Are we not allowed some privacy?"
I replied, "Sure you are. I won't pry anymore, but tell me one thing."
She giggled and said, "Put your finger inside me as far as you can."
I did as she asked, with my middle finger. I felt her squeeze and hold. She relaxed for a second then did it again.
She said, "Linda told me how to exercise my kegel muscles to make them stronger. She told me how much you enjoyed having your cock squeezed that way." There was very little light in the room but I know she blushed.
I said, "I felt you do that earlier." That seemed to make her happy. She squirmed in my arms and moved closer to me.
She said, "Do you want to hear one more thing?"
I answered, "Absolutely."
She giggled again and said, "Linda tried to make me understand how she swallows the monster. There was no way she could show me, so she told me that you would teach me if I asked. I want to try to learn."
I said, "I would like for you to learn how to do that but it isn't necessary. The monster is very happy with the oral skills you have but we can try anytime you want." She seemed to be happy about that too.
She became quiet and I lay there listening to the rain on the windowpanes. Presently, she said in a drowsy voice, "I am so glad you are finally here with me. Hold me while I sleep." I held her a little tighter and felt her descend easily into sleep.
I lay there with her and listened to the rain. There was no thunder or lightning. A picture formed in my mind of Linda. She was joyfully taking Bobby's cock up her ass. I didn't like the thought. I pushed it away. I cuddled close to my new bed partner to enjoy her warmth. I let sleep take me.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The four of us gathered for breakfast about nine the next morning. There was no awkwardness. We had all spent so much time on the phone before meeting. It seemed as though we were all old friends rather than new acquaintances.

Linda and Bobby fit together like toast and butter. If I were watching from the outside, I would think they were in love. Maybe they were. I couldn't wait to be alone with Linda to find out how their night went. Linda was bubbly. I knew it had gone well.
We finished our meal. Bobby and I were mostly silent, only speaking when prodded. The girls kept up a meaningless chatter. Michelin mainly explained what they had planned for entertainment through the week. Linda asked questions when she felt the need.
After coffee, Bobby said, "I will go to the lobby, check us out and have our luggage loaded." He stood and continued, "I will return to you in a few minutes." He looked at Michelin and said, "Please walk with me." Michelin rose from her chair, kissed my cheek and they walked away, holding hands.
Linda came around the table to sit next to me. She kissed my cheek and said, "I will always love you." She was holding her pendant.
I said, "That was nice of Bobby. Somehow he knew I wanted to be alone with you."
Linda squeezed my hand and whispered, "I told him I needed to be alone with you." We both laughed.
Linda was more than just bubbly. She tried to tell me everything at once. "He was so good to me, Luke. He was just as I remember him. He is sweet and kind and at the same time forcefully dominant. His mustache tickles me. I owe Karl Ziegler some thanks. He made me understand that I am submissive. Bobby and I will fit together perfectly this whole week. Will Michelin hold your attention?"
I answered, "I want to take her home with us."
Linda became quiet and looked at me in surprise. I smiled and she realized I was kidding. She quit holding her breath and her first exhalation was audible.
I said, "Sweetheart if last night was an example, she will hold my attention very well. Understand this though, I'm not going to spend a week in a centuries-old Scottish manor and not sleep with you at least one night."
She kissed me again and said, "I will see to that. It will happen." She giggled.
I said, "Maybe Michelin and I will let you sleep in the middle."
Linda asked, "Do you think she would like to do that?"
I answered, "I asked her if she wanted to have sex with you. She told me she would enjoy that. I'm surprised you two haven't already made a deal, as much time as you spent talking on the phone."
Linda chuckled and said, "We kind of did but we both agreed to follow your lead."
"What about Bobby," I asked. "Do you think he knows that she is Bi?"
Linda answered, "I'll bet he knows everything about her but maybe you should talk to her before we involve Bobby, just to be safe. If it would upset Bobby, I don't want to do it."
Bobby and Michelin returned to the table. Michelin sat in Linda's old seat and the waitress brought fresh coffee, without being asked.
Bobby said, "We are all set. We can start for the estate now or if you like, or we can help you become tourist here in Edinburgh. We could spend most of the day here and still be home before dark. There is much history here."
He laid a hotel pamphlet on the table. There were fourteen points of interest advertised, each with a photograph and a brief description the site.
I said, "Damn Bobby, It would take our whole week to see all of these."
He laughed and replied, "Ah, Ya could no' do it in a week." His accent was thick. I think he probably figured out the effect it has on Linda. He went on, "Maybe you and Linda should pick one attraction. I think we could comfortably do that."
Linda and I stuck our heads together and chose Edinburgh Castle.
Bobby looked me and said, "Ah, a warrior's choice, Luke. Have you been a soldier?"
I answered, "I did a hitch in the Marine Corps when I was very young. Truthfully, I have more interest in the architecture of the castle rather than its function as a fortress.
Bobby shifted his attention to Linda. He said, "And you have made a bonnie choice too, Lass. You will enjoy the displays of style and dress from the time when the castle was built. We believe that was eight hundred years ago, in the twelfth century."
We had finished our tour of the castle. We were leisurely strolling toward the parking lot when there was a thunderous boom. I asked, "What was that?"
Bobby replied, "That was the one O'clock gun. That happens every day except Sunday, at precisely one O'clock and has been so since 1861. It is a timing signal for all the ships in the Firth of Forth. They use it to calibrate their ship's chronometers. The correct time has always been critical for navigation. Modern systems don't have to have it all the time, but the old navigation techniques still back-up the new."
I asked, "What does Firth of Forth mean?"
Bobby said, "The language is Scottish Gaelic. The translation is rough, the estuary of the River Forth. The Firth is one of the UK's best deep-water anchorages". You can find much history and industry here.
We arrived back at the Bentley. Bobby said, "If it pleases everyone, I know of a quaint country inn about half-way to the estate. The food is marvelous. I think we can enjoy a light lunch there and it will serve as a pleasant pause in our journey."
We drove away.
The big car rode well and was very quiet inside. Bobby handled the narrow, winding road with ease and great skill.
Linda teased Michelin and me. She said, "You two have been holding hands every minute since we left the hotel. I think you are enjoying each other's company with ease. Why is that?"
I answered, "Linda we shared some damn good sex last night. We are anticipating a repeat performance tonight. I plan to hog Michelin's time and attention this whole week. Holding her hand keeps her in my mind and makes me feel warm inside."
Michelin giggled and turned as red as a beet.
I asked Bobby, "Are you enjoying your time with Linda?"
He answered, "I am, Luke. She is exactly as advertised. Is it proper to say what I feel?"
I answered, "Absolutely, always speak freely."
He said, "We shared some damn fine sex last night. We are anticipating a repeat performance tonight. I plan to hog Linda's time and attention this whole week." He spoke in the accent of a Texas country boy. His Scottish brogue was completely gone. We all laughed.
I noticed Linda was fingering her pendant. I caught her eye and mouthed, "I love you."
We stopped for our light lunch almost exactly an hour into the trip.
After we were seated, a rather severe-looking older woman handed each of us a menu. She turned out to be a sweet and lovely person.
I looked at the menu and addressed Bobby. I said, "My menu is not written in English."
Bobby laughed and said, "Of course it is. It's just that Americans can't read, write, speak or understand the English language." We all Laughed.
Linda said, "Apparently he is right, Luke. I can't read it either."
I said, "We are lucky. Bobby can speak American. Will you translate for us, Sir?"
He laughed and said, "Please allow me to order for us all. There are some things on the menu that you will like very much. There are some other things that you may find distasteful."
We all agreed and Bobby summoned the server with just a look in her direction. He ordered Cullen Skink for four. He ordered a glass of white wine for each of the girls and questioned me with his eyes.
I asked for a double whiskey on ice, Crown Royal if it is available.
Bobby ordered my drink and water for everyone. He also ordered ice for Linda and me.
The server left and Bobby said, "Most places have ice now but you won't get it if you don't ask for it. People here use very little of it."
I asked, "What is the dish that you ordered?"
He answered. "It is something I think you will enjoy. It is a staple in this part of the country. Each restaurant has its own recipe but they are all similar. The version served here is very good. It is a thick creamy fish soup. It is similar to your New England fish chowder. It's made with smoked haddock, potatoes and onions. Sometimes turnips are included, but not here. It will be served with the house bread which is baked daily on the premises."
I looked at Michelin and said, "You are being very quiet."
She smiled and answered, "The Laird has brought me here before. He knows what I enjoy. This is my favorite dish in this establishment. I think he ordered it especially for me."
I looked at Bobby and he said, "I must keep her happy, Luke. She has given me permission to bring the two of you here as our guest.
I let the subject drop and our drinks arrived. I asked, "Bobby, no whisky for you?"
He shook his head and answered, "Nay, not while I drive. We can share some fine whisky this evening. I noticed you did not order Scotch, but I have some I think you will enjoy."
We were served, with the soup and bread. The bowls were large, filled to the brim and steaming hot. The old woman served all of us from one tray, which she balanced on her hand and one shoulder. Her grace and coordination were remarkable. She finished and curtsied as she took a step backward from the table. She noticed that I had appreciated her dance. She smiled and then winked at me before she left the table.
Linda said, "You alphas attract all kinds of women."
Bobby chuckled and Michelin smiled at me. Under the table, she ran her hand up my thigh and touched my cock. I captured her hand in mine and held it there for a few seconds. I was more than passively interested in attracting the woman whose hand I was holding.
Bobby indicated we should let the soup cool for a minute. I sipped my whiskey until he took his first taste. Michelin just dug right in. Linda and I moved more slowly. I put half a spoon full in my mouth the followed immediately with a full one. It was delicious.
I said, "Bobby this is scrumptious. It has some seasonings you didn't mention. This is much better than the bland chowder in New England."
He said, "Try the bread, you will find that it is also special. You may dunk if you so choose." He then demonstrated by breaking his loaf in half and dunking the opened end in his soup and biting the wet portion off.
My bread portion rested on the side of the plate that held my soup bowl. It was football shaped but with more rounded ends. The small loaf was about the size of two of Linda's cathead biscuits. The crust was hard and dark and had whole seeds baked into it. I broke it open and noticed the bread was somewhat darker than a whole-wheat loaf at home. I tasted it without dunking. Next, I dipped it in the soup and tried it that way. It was very special.
We all enjoyed having this meal together. By the time it was over, Linda and Michelin were engrossed in a conversation of their own. The chatter was constant and they were both speaking at the same time, most of the time.
We finished our meal and left the restaurant. The girls walked ahead of us. They were holding hands and chattering like two magpies.
Bobby asked, "Luke, in your travels, have you ever learned of a way to dampen the meaningless vocal utterings of a woman?
I laughed and answered, "I like to stick my tongue in their mouth. That will usually shut them up. If it doesn't, I stick something else in there."
Bobby laughed and said, "You are a straightforward man. I think I'm going to like you."
The girls reached the Bentley and they climbed into the back seat together.
I said, "I guess I'm riding up front with you."
Bobby replied, "If I were you, I would climb in there with them and sit in the middle."
I sat in the front with Bobby. The chatter in the back was constant for the first ten miles. Bobby flipped a switch and a glass panel rose between the women and us. Bobby keyed a microphone and in his thick accent said, "Ladies, I require a few minutes of privacy with Luke. Do you mind?"
Linda answered, "That's fine, Bobby. We are just chatting back here."
Bobby tripped another switch and a curtain slid closed and obscured the glass panel. I wondered what was coming.
Bobby said, "They have been that way on the telephone for the last two weeks. I think they have become genuine friends."
I laughed and said, "Best friends forever, I'll bet."
He said, "That of course, is all well and good but I did want a minute with you. To me, this is a very strange situation. How did our arrangement come about? In your way, please be straightforward with me. I need to know."
I said, "Bobby, It would take the rest of my stay here to make you understand how this happened. Take my word for this. There is a reason and it is very real. For Linda and I, this is the right thing and I hope it won't throw sand in the cogs of your relationship with Michelin. I would like you to understand. I think the best way to make that happen, is for you to ask Linda. She will tell all. As you well know, she likes to talk."
He said, "Fair enough, I will ask her."
I said, "May I speak plainly?"
He nodded.
I went on, "Pick a time when you are alone in bed together. A good time would be immediately after she has fucked your Willy down to a nub. She intends to do that. If you ask her then and cuddle with her, you will get the whole story and two hours of recovery time."
He laughed and said, "She is a tigress in bed, Isn't she?"
He was quiet for a time, then ask, "May I be straightforward with you?"
I answered, "Sure you can. We need to condition ourselves to be that way all the time." I paused and added, "Within reason, of course."
He paused and the pause became pregnant. I said, "Spit it out, Bobby. Let's be open with each other, just like grown men."
He looked at me and away from the road, for just a second. He refocused on the narrow lane and said, "Alright." He paused for only a second and asked, "Do you understand the term buggery?"
It was my turn to pause. I took a few seconds to consider my answer. In the end, I only said, "Yes."
He said, "Linda has told me that you are not into anal play and the two of you have never tried it."
I made no reply.
He went on, "I would very much like to have her that way but not without your knowledge."
I said, "Bobby, You are right I am not into anal sex. It seems nasty and un-natural to me. Now having said that let me continue. I have given her a Hall Pass to have sex with you for five days. That pass has only two restrictions. Don't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do and don't hurt her. You agreed to that before we came." I paused and he was silent.
I continued, "Beyond that, the two of you can indulge in any activity that you both consent to." I asked, "Has Linda consented to this?"
Bobby said, "We talked about it, last night. Previously I had instructed Michelin to bring the subject up in one of their telephone girl talks. Michelin said that Linda was open to the idea. Linda had said that she wanted to try it because it was on her bucket list, whatever that is. She did give me her consent last night but with a condition."
I said, "Well, fulfill her condition and have at it. Just don't hurt her."
Bobby said, "Luke, this is so difficult. I am trying to fulfill her condition. Here it is. She wants me to bugger her while you are inside her."
I said, "Oh yes, I understand now. Her bucket list is a list of things she wants to experience before she dies. I have the one and only copy. One item on that list is double penetration. She read about it and became aroused. She wants to try it. She reads too much."
We rode in silence for a few minutes. Bobby said, "We won't hurt her and she will be prepared properly."
I looked at him and asked, "What does that mean?"
He answered, "She will be properly prepared. She will have an enema and she will be lubricated, thoroughly. I will wear a condom, of course."
I said, "Damn Bobby, I need to talk to her about this and I'll need to think about it."
He said, "Today is Monday. We only have four days from today. We will be at the Manor tonight. Michelin and I have planned a "get-a-way-day," that will take all of us away for tomorrow night and most of the next day. If we do this double penetration, as you call it, it needs to happen Wednesday or Thursday evening."
"I need to think," I said. "Open the curtain and lower the panel."
Bobby flipped the switches and the curtain and glass disappeared. We caught the girls red-handed. They were kissing and fondling each other. Linda looked up sheepishly and said, "We didn't have anything else to do."
Bobby and I broke up laughing. I said, "Bobby, stop the car. Get Michelin up here and I'll ride the rest of the way with Linda. We can finish our conversation over drinks later this evening. That will be better."
He brought the car to a stop. He said, "Fair enough. We will be at the Manor in about twenty minutes." He asked Michelin to ride with him.
Michelin and I swapped seats. I stopped her outside the car and kissed her. I squeezed her boob and said, "I can't wait to be in bed with you again."
She purred like a kitten and whispered, "I'm so glad you are here."
I took Michelin's place in the back seat. Bobby got the car moving and raised the glass panel. The curtain closed. I cupped a boob in my hand and Kissed Linda. We let our kiss last a long time.
I said, "We need to talk about butt fucking." I let that sink in and went on. "I'll bet, you wished you were wearing one of my dress shirts right now. You always get your way when you wear one of them."
She kissed my cheek and gently squeezed my cock as she giggled. Her little girl voice said, "Bobby wants to do it. I want to do it and I want you there when it happens. What is there to talk about? I saw her touch her pendant.
I said, "I need to wrap my head around the idea, is what we need to talk about. Tell me the physics of this thing."
She didn't even hesitate. She said, "You will lie on your back. I will ride you cowgirl style. I will drop to your chest and Bobby can do me doggie style."
I said, "You make it sound so easy."
She replied, "It is simple, Luke. All you have to do is lie there and follow my instructions. Bobby knows how to do this. It won't be messy or nasty. The monster will be happy inside of me, and you can check a big thing off the list. Kay will be proud of you, and I will get to be sandwiched between the two most wonderful and powerful alpha males I have ever known. I want this to happen, Luke. "
I asked, "Are you sure, Baby?"
She made a big show of holding her necklace. Her little girl voice said, "Please."
I said, "We are leaving Micheline out."
Linda said, "No, she said she would help prepare me. She knows how to do this too." Linda waited a moment and said, "I won't allow her to be left out. Maybe both of you guys can do her before we leave. I think she would love for that to happen."
I felt the car slow to a stop and the curtain and glass opened. We were in front of a large stone archway that spanned a wrought iron gate. A two-foot diameter bronze disk was embedded just above the keystone. The inscription, "Wilkinson Manor," arched over the Wilkinson coat of arms.
Linda said in a low voice, "I want to do this." She paused and said, "Ple-e-e-a-a-se."
I didn't answer her.
Presently, the gate swung inward and Bobby announced our arrival. We proceeded on stone pavement to the main entrance of the manor house. There were several outbuildings in sight but not close. The staff assembled below the steps that led to an old but ornate porte-cochere. Linda and I were welcomed in a flurry of introductions, with curtsies and bows.
Laird Wilkinson bowed and said, "The Hispanics in your country taught me one of their sayings, "Mi Casa Es Su Casa." I am sure you know, it means, "My Home is Your Home." Please allow that sentiment to be in effect while you are here." He bowed again and escorted Linda through the huge double doors. Michelin and I followed.

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The entry hall was large and old. It reflected great wealth in its opulence. A great stairway to the second level dominated the space. It went half way up then split and turned ninety degrees in both directions before it continued the rest of the way up. I think my jaw might have dropped.

Bobby said, "I remodeled the old place when I acquired exclusive ownership. I decided to keep this room and the lower level of one wing in the old style. It did require significant refurbishment but I am pleased with the outcome as you see here. The rest of the house I modernized with all the bells and whistles of the new technology. Please come into the Great Room. Let me fix you a drink."
Bobby walked between Linda and me as we proceeded through another set of double doors. Linda held his arm as we walked. This was another large room. It looked like the great hall of the castle in a King Arthur movie. It had a stone floor and a high ceiling. There was a huge stone fireplace complete with a bearskin rug. The décor was, "Medieval Scotland." The wall hangings were shields bearing several coats of arms. Swords and armor were also evident, as well as hunting trophies.
I said. "Wow, this is far more than what I expected". Linda was mesmerized.
Bobby made my drink. It was two fingers of Crown Royal and two cubes of ice. Linda declined to have a glass of wine.
Bobby said, "I laid in an ample supply of your favored Canadian blend but I would like you to sample some of my special reserves, later."
I nodded and said, "Looking forward to it."
Michelin had disappeared earlier. She chose this moment to rejoin us. Linda was holding The Laird's arm so Michelin came to me. She took my arm and kissed my cheek. She said, "Please excuse my absence. I was required to perform some of my household duties." She continued, "Luke, your things have been delivered to one of the old bedrooms. I think you will like it. I also took the liberty of moving the things I might need to that room. A fire is being laid in the fireplace, as we speak."
She whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, it will still be cold in there when we go to bed." She giggled.
She spoke to Linda. "Linda, your things were moved into the Lairds room. I assumed that would appropriate."
Linda said, "Oh, actually, I would like for us to share an old room too."
Bobby spoke up, "You will love my suite."
Michelin then said, "Cook will have dinner served at eight. She has gone to great trouble to make everything just right. I hope you both are hungry." She paused and went on, "Linda we have over an hour before we dress for dinner. If you like, I can help you tour this old house."
Bobby and I both nodded our agreement and the girls walked away hand in hand. The chattering spiced with giggles started before they got out of sight.
Bobby addressed me, "I hope you don't mind. I asked Michelin to occupy Linda for a time. I am most anxious to continue our conversation from earlier."
"Fine," I said. "Bobby, as long as it goes down the way Linda described the plan to me, I am willing to participate. Let it happen. She wants to do this very much and she may never get another chance."
Bobby asked, "How did Linda propose to do it?"
I relayed to him Linda's whole spiel including the, "it won't be nasty or messy," part.
Bobby replied, "On my honor Luke, so shall it be."
I said, "I haven't told Linda that I would consent to this. Let's not tell her yet but you need to see that she is properly prepared. Tell her that you and Michelin are still working on me and she must be prepared in case I agree.
Bobby chuckled and said, "Sometimes you treat your lady poorly, Luke."
I laughed and sipped my whisky. I said, "Oh, there is one other small thing."
Bobby got a concerned look on his face. He asked, "What?"
I watched him as I said, "We have to do this thing Wednesday because we are going to give Michelin the same treatment Thursday evening." He flinched, just as I thought he would. I laughed.
Bobby smiled and said, "We can do that. Then he went on, "Let's not tell her until the last minute. It will be a pleasant surprise for her."
I said, "Okay, but the same preparedness rules apply. I mean no nasty and no messy."
He answered, "I will ask her to spend that night in my bed and tell her to be prepared."
I asked, "Bobby, do you feel as though we have become conspirators?"
He answered, "Yes, and I believe we are laying the foundation of friendship too. I didn't expect that. I am well pleased." He then offered to refresh my drink.
I said, "I might take a taste of the special Scotch you mentioned."
He smiled and made me a new drink. It was good but we didn't get to talk about it. An hour had passed and the girls returned.
Michelin dragged me away to dress for dinner. I was glad that my young and vibrant wife had the foresight to pack formal attire for us.
As soon as we were alone, I gathered Michelin into my arms and kissed her. I ask, "Can we have a quickie before dinner?"
She cooed and snuggled close to me for a few seconds. She said, "We can't. We have less than an hour to bathe, dress and be on time for dinner. This is the only time this will happen but it is important not to be tardy this one time." With a slight giggle, she went on, "We can shower together and enhance our anticipation for later."
I stepped out of my clothes and then helped her undress. I picked her up and started for the bed. She tried to start talking, so I stuck my tongue in her mouth. I laid her on her back and I massaged a breast and nipple with one hand as I kissed her. One of my fingers went inside her and caressed her sweet spot while my thumb dutifully caressed her clitoris. Excitement rose in her almost instantly. Her pussy flooded with new juices.
She whispered in my ear, "Fuck me hard Luke. We have to hurry."
I slipped easily inside her and found her bottom on the second stroke. I had to force the monster to get the last bit of him inside her. I felt as though her pussy was not as roomy as Linda's was. I hadn't noticed in the excitement earlier.
I pounded her hard as she had requested. I felt her wonderful Kegel muscles flex and relax as she milked me. She climaxed quickly and violently. She murmured sweet sounds. I helped her through the first one but when the second one began a minute later, I didn't even try to hold back. We were in perfect sync as we each tried to help the other. My orgasm lasted and then lasted longer. My throbbing cock injected spurt after spurt of my juices to her deepest place. She accepted them. She bucked under me and kissed me even as she convulsed in her own orgasm.
Less than ten minutes later, it was over. We had both enjoyed a most wondrous quickie. She only allowed herself a minute to recover.
She said, "Give me a minute or two," as she slipped out of bed.
I needed more than a minute or two to come down from my high. I heard her turn on the shower. She came to me and dragged me out of bed. She said, "We must hurry."
In the shower stall, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her.
She allowed me to hold her a few seconds and said, "Luke, I will never say no to you again."
I just looked down at her pretty face and smiled.
She went on sternly, "It would just be a waste of time, wouldn't it?"
I asked, "Do you feel that you were misused?"
She answered, "Oh, indeed yes. I have just been assaulted."
I began to become concerned.
She giggled and continued, "It was a rather friendly assault and I enjoyed it very much. I hope it happens again." Her voice was musical. She paused then said, "Still, I did learn what a waste of time it is to tell you no." She kissed my cheek and said, "Seriously now, we must hurry."
We managed to walk into the Great Room a few minutes early. Bobby and Linda were waiting for us. Everyone was dressed to the nines.
Linda was wearing a stunning navy blue dress with a white flash that reached from her underarm to her ankle, on one side. It seemed to shimmer when she walked. The dress was off her shoulders and accented with white lace. Her jewelry and accessories were muted elegance. Her hair was done up in a way that seemed to magnify her height and exaggerate the length of her neck. The pendant that I had given her was hanging just over the top of her cleavage.
She looked at me and smiled as we walked into the room. I wanted her. The monster moved. She always has that effect on me. I felt a pang of raw jealousy because she was holding The Laird's arm in both of hers.
I survived that moment by switching my gaze to Michelin. She was wearing A Lady's kilt. It was an earth-tone plaid. The colors were greens, browns and one tan stripe that repeated itself every few inches. The kilt reached to within four or five inches of the floor.
Her blouse was an off-white solid color. It fitted tight around her neck and close to her body to the top of her kilt. Her sleeves were also tight and reached to the middle of her forearm. Her hair was done up much as it was when she met us at the airport. She wore a plaid sash over her shoulder. She was elegantly beautiful.
I, of course, was wearing my Tux. It's black with a white shirt and cummerbund. When Michelin and I had gone to my room to dress, I had found my luggage had been unpacked. My clothes had been pressed and hung. My dress shoes were buffed to a high polish.
Bobby was most impressive. He was wearing an almost knee-length skirt but there was nothing feminine in his look. His kilt was in the same colors as the one Michelin wore.
He wore a Prince Charlie jacket over a white shirt and a black bow tie. He sported a fancy sporran on a silver chain. His feet were clad in shoes that appeared to be from a different time. They were lace-up leathers that were also tied to his lower legs. He wore stockings that reached to his knees. They were a solid color that accented the colors of his kilt. There was a silk flash in contrasting color on each stocking and I noticed a fixed blade knife carried near the calf of his right leg.
Bobby's well-muscled body and his full mustache screamed his masculinity. I thought, "If an invading Viking ran up against this man, a thousand years ago, he would have shit in his britches."
Bobby offered us drinks. I asked for another taste of his special reserve. I said, "Micheline dragged me away earlier before I had time to tell you how much I enjoyed the drink you had made for me. I enjoyed it very much and would like another."
Bobby smiled as he poured the whisky.
Linda came to me and kissed my cheek. I whispered in her ear, "You are a vision of loveliness. You have aroused the monster."
She giggled and replied, "That will make Micheline happy." She gave me another peck and went back to Bobby. I felt somewhat ignored and I felt another twinge of jealousy. I thought, "Here is something else to push from my mind." Truthfully, I am having fewer and fewer of these moments. I deal with it. Michelin is a great help.
In her mind and at this moment, Linda sees no relationship between what we do with other people and our love for each other. Our love will always be a constant, like the speed of light. Our extracurricular sex is an expression of lust. We do it for the fun of having new experiences. She has no idea that I feel stress from time to time. I don't think she does. She is likely to have some fear of damage to our relationship but it always happens later, not while an encounter is in progress.
A silver bell jingled and Butler announced, "M-Lairds and Ladies, dinner is served."
Bobby and Linda walked through another set of ornate double doors and Michelin and I followed. We found ourselves in another room decorated in the old style. The centerpiece was a dining table at least twenty feet in length. Four seats at the far end were laid with fine china, crystal and silver. Food was already on the table on covered silver platters and on our plates, which were also covered.
The four of us were seated on either side of the table. I was across from Linda and Bobby across from Michelin. Michelin was to my right and I felt her rest her hand in my lap. I caught her hand in mine and rubbed it against my cock.
Bobby looked at Butler, who gently clapped his hands once. Two young men appeared, one on either side of the table. They quickly and with practiced ease removed all the food covers and exited the room. Another server appeared at Bobby's side, with a bottle of red burgundy.
Bobby sniffed the cork and nodded. Each of our glasses was filled, from the bottle. The server bowed and retired.
Bobby spoke. He said, "Linda, Luke, this is if not standard fare here, at least common fare. Cook always prepares a meal similar to this for each group of guests that spends time with us. Usually, they are client hunters. The meals are normally traditional and formed around whatever game that the hunters are here to take.
This meal is one of my favorites. The bird you see on your plates is Red Grouse. They have been covered with bacon and brushed lavishly with melted butter, then baked. The seasonings Cook uses are a closely held family secret. If I ordered her, she would readily give me her recipe but later the same night, she would slip into my bedchamber and slit my throat. I have never been brave enough to try to acquire her recipe."
He went on, "The potatoes and greens are not special but they do go well with the bird. The gravy is again a secret. Please don't ask. Cook rarely includes a dessert with this meal, however, if either of you would like one, she will prepare it for you.
Neither of us requested a dessert.
I asked Bobby, "Are any of the servants in a position to see or hear us at this moment?"
He answered, "No, we have gone hi-tech here. Under the lip of the table in front of me, there is a button. When I push it, a buzzer sounds in the kitchen. Cook or one of her minions will appear to receive any request."
I then asked, "Do the servants know the purpose of our visit?"
He answered, "Of course they do. There is no way we could cavort under this roof and keep it a secret."
He paused and continued, "It was Michelin's duty, as Head Of Household, to inform Butler of our intent. I am sure that before we arrived, he called the staff together and informed them. He probably said something like, "The Laird has taken a new lover for a few days." None of them will ever speak of it again. Not even among themselves. Their discretion will be absolute."
A few seconds later, he went on. "On the other hand, there is likely to be quite a bit of gossip about you and Michelin. I doubt the townsfolk will hear of it though."
He chuckled and Linda laughed. Michelin turned red and I patted her thigh under the table. At length, she giggled and allowed me to laugh a little.
To change the subject, we all discussed the food for the next few minutes. It was unbelievably good.
Twenty minutes later, we were finished with dinner. Bobby pushed the button. Cook appeared to receive our compliments. She seemed to revel in our appreciation of her work. She curtsied and left the room.
Michelin said, "This is the only formal dinner Cook has planned, during your stay. From now on you can have food served anywhere in the house on twenty minutes notice. Cook will prepare anything you ask her to if she has the ingredients." She went on, "There is a table in the kitchen and an informal dining room adjacent to this one. There is a patio with tables outside the kitchen and Cook expects requests for breakfasts in bed."
We adjourned back to the Great Room for drinks and I got another glass of The Laird's special reserve. The girls sipped wine and wandered around the room together. Michelin was showing Linda special pieces of furniture, wall hangings and such.
I asked about the "get-away-day," planned for the next day, which would be Tuesday.
Bobby said, "I am required to coach a soccer match in the afternoon and I would like for Linda to attend. Frankly, this old man wants to flaunt her in front of my young players. I have booked a room for us in my favorite inn for tomorrow night. We will be back here midday on Wednesday."
He went on, "Michelin wants to take you in one of my rally cars on a tour of the countryside. She has planned a nice place for lunch and has booked a room for the two of you, for the night. The inn she chose is near Loch Ness. You might see the monster."
I thought, "Michelin will definitely see the monster."
Oddly, I had no reservation in allowing this man to be alone with my wife for a day and a night. I decided if Linda is okay with it I will allow it. I knew I didn't even have to discuss it with Linda. She would certainly want to go with him. The truth is, I relished the idea of being alone with Michelin. This formal dress-up and dinner, in my mind, is a waste of valuable time. It's not what I came here for and I won't be here long. Selfishly, I wanted some uninterrupted time with my newest lover.
I said, "All that sounds good to me."
We carried on our conversation for another half hour. I had one more drink, and we talked about unimportant things.
I brought the conversation back to sex. I asked, "Where do you plan to carry out our plans for Linda, Wednesday evening?
Bobby flinched at the question and hesitated while he thought about it. He answered, "I think we can do her right there, on that bearskin."
I said, "Wow." In my mind's eye, I could see the three of us in the position of copulation that Linda had outlined. Firelight accented the scene.
Several minutes later, I found an appropriate lull in the conversation. I said, "Bobby, it is passed bed-time." He laughed at me and said, "I was beginning to think you were going to keep me here all night."
I rose and walked to the girls. I kissed Linda and said, "Good night, Sweetheart. I love you." I paused a second and said, "We are going to bed." I took Michelin's hand and we walked away. I looked back to see Linda fingering her pendant.
We exited the room and were alone, finally. Michelin allowed me to pull her into my embrace and kiss her softly. We let the kiss linger as I squeezed her close to me.
She purred and whispered, "Come with me."
She held my arm and ushered me down a short hallway to an exterior door. Going through the door, I found we were in a small garden that was flooded with moonlight. The night air was a bit cool. She came into my arms again.
She said, "I want to dance with you in the moonlight, while we are dressed in our finery. We won't dress again. I feel like a princess with her prince."
There was no music but I held her close and we danced slowly.
In a moment, I felt her shiver. I asked, "Are you cold?"
She answered, "I want us to be cold when you take me to your bed. We will hold each other close and share our warmth. I left instruction for there to be no fire in the hearth when we retire."
I said, "We will miss the flicker of the firelight."
She answered, "We will have candlelight but the fire is laid. I will light it if you like."
Fifteen minutes later, I said, "We are cold enough. I want to be naked and in a warm bed with you."
Without further conversation, she led me back inside and to my bedchamber. The room was cold; about fifty degrees would be my guess. There was a candle mounted half way up the wall in each corner. The flames wavered in the drafting air and slight shadows danced in the semi-dark room.
We raced to see who could get naked first. She won. I watched as she pulled the pins from her hair and shook it down around her shoulders. She ran for the bed and disappeared under the covers. I took time to light the fire and was still only seconds behind her.
I should have known. The bed and comforter were made with down. I knew we would be warm presently.
I drew my lover into my arms and asked, "What now, pretty lady?"

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She snuggled closer and rested her head on my shoulder. She dbangd an arm around me and threw a leg over me. I could feel her gently rubbing her mound against my thigh.

She answered, "You satisfied the urgent need in me earlier when you so pleasantly assaulted me. I want you to hold me now until we are both warm and comfortable. In a little while, I want your magnificent cock inside me and I want you to keep him there late into the night. When we sleep I want both of us to be utterly spent." She giggled and went on, "We can start over in the morning."
I held her close and felt the bed become warm around us. I massaged her breast with one hand and whispered to her, "I love the way you think and you are a wonderful playmate. I want you to go home with me."
She thought I was serious. She raised her head to look into my eyes. In her most pronounced accent, she said, "Oh Luke that can no' happen. I love The Laird. M-place is here, with him."
I chuckled and said, "Well then, I must have as much of you as I can, while I can."
She tried to reply but I had my tongue in her mouth. I kissed her gently for a long time. We were warm and comfortable and the monster was very hard. It thrilled me to feel the movement of her naked body as she snuggled with me.
I decided to hold her this way until she asked for more. We were both completely under the covers and it seemed my whole world was in the small space of this bed.
Presently I felt her changing position. She took the monster into her mouth all the way to the top of her throat. She gagged. She pulled back, licked and sucked him with just the head in her mouth. The monster was in heaven. Presently she tried to swallow him again. Her gag reflex just wouldn't allow it to happen. After she tried even harder a third time, I brought her up to my face and kissed her.
I said, "We can try that another time if you like but that is enough for now."
Presently, I took one of her nipples in my mouth. I slipped a finger through her full bush, then inside her. I felt her wetness. I licked and sucked her breast while I teased her clit. A little one rippled through her. She gasped and shuddered as it happened. She had a second one a few seconds later.
I slipped down and took her button in my mouth. The next one took her breath away. I gave her a minute to recover then slipped my middle finger inside and touched her sweet spot. A low-pitched mewing sound came from deep within her chest.
She bucked hard into my face and both her hands went to the back of my head. She tried to push me inside her. I continued sucking and let two fingers slide in and out passing through her G-spot. A big one washed over her. She made no sound. I was sure she had forgotten how to breathe. Her body became stiff and quaked as if she was suffering an electrical shock.
I love to help a woman cum this way.
She caught her breath and screamed, "OH GOD YES LUKE. HELP ME, I'M CUMMING."
I helped as much as I could. Her orgasm lasted a long time. After it subsided, she snuggled up next to me and let me hold her. I could feel her body trembling for several minutes.
At length, she whispered, "Thank you, Luke. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm like that. The Laird almost never does me orally. He enjoys my mouth but rarely gives me his."
Without further conversation, I rolled her onto her back and shoved my cock inside her to the hilt in one stroke. I heard her suck air then she stopped breathing again. She shifted her body to be more comfortable. Her legs spread a little farther and she used both hands on my ass to pull me tighter to her. She slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding.
Her pussy squeezed the monster and held him. She said, "I feel so full. Let me hold him right there for a minute."
I did as she asked.
After a time she asked, "May I be on top?"
I helped her roll us over and she was on top. She brought her knees up on either side of me but continued to lie on my chest. Her movement was sublime. She rode the monster as if we had been lovers forever.
I was similar to one of Linda's, "I'm going to love you forever fucks." The movement was only slightly different. She continued for twenty minutes and I felt her as she approached another orgasm.
Suddenly it seemed too warm under the covers. I pushed the comforter off us and down to my knees. Immediately she kissed me and her orgasm erupted from inside. I had difficulty but I managed not to go with her. She rose up and fucked me hard as she came. I held her hips in place and thrust into her as deeply as I could.
In a minute, it was over. She collapsed back down on my chest and lay there fighting for air and whimpering. The monster stayed hard and her pussy squeezed him every so often.
We cooled quickly in the air of the room and in a few minutes, I became cold. She reached back for the comforter and I helped her draw it back up and over us.
Michelin's breathing returned to normal and we became comfortable again. Finally, she said, "I've changed my mind. I want to go home with you." I had to laugh and she giggled. I love the sound of her giggle.
She asked, "How long is the monster going to stay hard?"
I answered, "As long as you want him to."
She said, "I really am going home with you."
I laughed again.
In a few minutes, I felt her squeeze the monster and she moved her pelvis in a circle around him. I pulled her down and kissed her while I rolled us over. I took charge. My strokes were slow but forceful, long and deep. I wanted to last as long as I could; at least another half-hour. My plan was to go to the edge and wait for her. When she got there, I wanted to orgasm simultaneously with her.
It just didn't work out that way. Ten minutes later, I was at the edge of orgasm. Michelin was just lying there relaxed and allowing me to fuck her. I was still doing the slow deep strokes. I was totally enthralled by the feel of the warmth of the bed and this girls body. The monster was easily sliding in and out of his warm wet spot. Everything was perfect.
I thought, "I can do this all night."
It was too soon but it happened anyway. Without warning, Michelin suddenly exploded. She went stiff and bucked hard into me.
She screamed, "FUCK ME HARD LUKE. I'M CUMMING AGAIN.
I started fucking her hard and fast. She met my every thrust with one of her own. We were like two wild beasts. I tried to hold back but lost it almost immediately. I felt the monster swell and throb as my orgasm became the most important thing in life. I paused with each spasm to place my seed deep inside her. I saw stars and a picture of this young woman dressed in her finery flashed through my mind. She was beautiful. It felt like her pussy was sucking me.
It was over, much too soon but it was over. I was used up. Michelin was coming down from her high. I felt a couple small ones ripple through her as she descended. I stayed inside her as long as I could but the monster had admitted defeat and was deflating rapidly. I too gave up. I rolled off her.
We snuggled together and held each other while we regained our breath. I overheated again. I stuck an arm and a leg out from under the covers and let some of my body heat dissipate. Michelin's little girl body was hot like an oven. She seemed to be enjoying it, so I left the comforter over her.
My heart rate slowed until it was closer to normal. I said, "Thank you, sweet girl."
She said, "Luke, I had forgotten how good sex could be. May I sleep now?"
I held her. She cuddled close and I felt her rub her thoroughly used pussy against my leg. She fell into a deep sleep.
I thought, "She isn't going to smell like strawberries in the morning."
I had another thought, "I haven't had an orgasm as good as that with Linda, in a very long time." Then I wondered, "Is she having better orgasms with Bobby than she has with me?" I didn't like these thoughts. I pushed them out of my mind.
After a few minutes, a picture of my wife formed in my mind. It was like a still photograph but it had sound. She was sitting upright and cross-legged on Bobby's bed. Bobby was lying next to her and snoring loudly. Linda's lower lip was jutting out and she was fingering her pendant. She sat there staring at me.
I think I was already asleep.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Michelin Takes Me to Loch Ness.

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When I awoke, the early light of morning was in the room. I was in bed alone and sprawled half out from under the covers. The room was pleasantly warm and I could hear the movement of air from a heating system. One of the corner candles had burned out but the other three still supported flame.
I lay there trying to bring my thoughts together. I thought of Linda. Next, I thought of Michelin. I remembered that today was the day for our, get-a-way, to Loch Ness. I was going to let Michelin see the monster. Then I remembered that she had seen him last night. "Damn, sex is good with this girl," I thought.
The sound of a shower grabbed my attention. I gave myself one more minute to come completely awake and went to the bath. Moving from the bedchamber to the bath was like moving in time.
The bedroom was medieval. It looked like a hollowed out pile of rocks decorated with a warrior's possessions. The bath was completely modern. It was mostly tile, done tastefully in muted earth tones. There was a heat lamp glowing in the ceiling and the air was warm. All the fixtures were modern bright work and the toilet was American style.
A small drying room separated the toilet area from the shower. On the other side, a translucent glass door closed off the shower. I could see Michelin's outline move, through the frosted glass.
I quietly relieved myself at the toilet before I stepped into the shower with my young lover. A distinct odor of freshly cut strawberries greeted me. I captured Michelin in my arms, held her close and kissed her. She laid her head on my chest and we stood there letting the warm water run over us.
I said, "You smell like strawberries."
She giggled and answered, "It's a feminine toiletry product. Linda told me about it on the phone before you came. She brought me some." Michelin paused then added, "She said it was your favorite and it would let you know I was sparkly. Do you like it?"
I said, "Yes, very much."
Her accent was strong this morning. She asked, "It makes you think of Linda, doesn't it?"
I said, "Yes. She has been using it for a while and it makes me have really nasty thoughts of her." I paused and continued, "Right now I'm having wonderfully nasty thoughts about you."
She giggled. Even her giggles are accented. They are full of magic. She said, "I think I'll try a different flavor next time. Linda brought me several. Maybe I can find a scent that will make you think of me. I will find a way to get Linda to use it when you are at home." Another mischievous giggle escaped from her.
A serious look came over Michelin's face. She looked up at me and said, "Last night was wonderful for me, Luke. I can't remember when sex was that good." She hesitated a few seconds and said, "I dreamed you made me pregnant." There was another pause. She said, "I wish I could have your baby."
I pulled her head back to my chest and held her that way. A minute later I said, "That's a dangerous thought, Michelin. That is not why we are doing this.
She answered, "I know," and paused. "I am taking the proper precautions and it won't happen." She said, "Still, you are such a beautiful man and it is a wonderful thought."
I said, "Thank you." I let the subject drop.
We bathed each other. Michelin dropped down to her knees and took the monster in her small hands. She kissed him once and licked the underside from my ball sack to the tip. I watched as the monster swelled and became hard in her hands.
She looked up at me with an impish smile on her face then took his head in her mouth. She sucked and licked with abandon. I am one who appreciates a woman that truly enjoys having a cock in her mouth.
She let the monster slide to the top of her throat and swallowed. The monster slipped in another inch but she gagged so violently, I had to pull him out. She was gasping and sputtering as she tried to breathe. Water from the shower was running in her face and she breathed in some of that. I became concerned but between coughs and sputters she assured me, she was okay.
I took her out of the shower and in a moment she was breathing normally again. She allowed me to hold her.
I said, "The monster was quite happy before you tried to swallow him. You don't have to learn to do that, to make me happy.
She said, "It will make me happy when I can do it for you. I think I will keep trying." She paused and said, "Maybe not in the shower, for a while." She giggled sweetly and I knew she was all right.
We dried each other and Michelin found fluffy flannel robes for us. She began drying her hair and asked me to order breakfast. I needed some instruction on how to do that.
She said, "Use the intercom on the table there." It looked like an old, black, dial telephone. She continued, "Pick up the receiver and dial one. It is after seven o'clock, so Cook will answer. Just tell her what you would like.
I said, "Okay, I think I can handle that. What would you like?"
She answered, "Maybe an orange and a banana. Also, order one slice of toast with butter and tea." A second later she said, "Oh, ask Cook to have it delivered at eight, thirty."
I called Cook. After we shared good-morning pleasantries, I placed Michelin's order and asked for three eggs, over easy, with ham and fried potatoes. I also asked for toast, jelly and coffee. I passed the eight, thirty request and the call was over.
I turned back to Michelin and asked, "Why eight, thirty?"
She answered, "After my hair is dry, I want an hour of snuggle and cuddle time with you. We will have breakfast, dress and be ready to leave before ten. I asked Chauffer to meet us at the garage at ten. He will help you choose a car and answer any questions you might have."
I said, "Let me ask you this, Why are people addressed by their job title instead of their names?"
She answered, "It is not really a custom. It is more like a habit we have fallen into here. We have so many guests that it would be difficult for them to remember everyone's name. We use titles instead because it is easier.
I said, "I would like to see Linda before we leave."
She answered, "Oh Luke, they have probably already left. When the Laird is coaching, a soccer match is an all-day affair."
I said, "No, there is no way she would leave without talking to me." I paused and asked, "Can you check?"
The intercom rang. Michelin answered it and handed the receiver to me. She smiled and said, "It is your lady, Sir."
I spoke into the receiver, "Hi Babe, is everything all right?"
She answered, "Yes, I am having a wonderful time. Bobby is in a hurry to leave for the soccer game but I told him I wanted to say goodbye to you before we left." She went on, "Can I come to your room and have a minute or two?"
I said, "Sure, come right now."
She replied, "On my way. I'll be there in two minutes."
I said, "Kisses," and we hung up.
I told Michelin that Linda was on the way.
She said, "Fine, that worked out just right. I will finish drying my hair. When she gets here, just close the bathroom door. You can have whatever time you need alone with her. I won't come out unless you call me."
Linda knocked on the door and I let her in. She asked after Michelin and I told her where she was.
Linda threw her arms around me and I kissed her. She started talking. She was trying to say everything at once.
I said, "Slow down Babe. Is something wrong?"
She answered, "I don't think so. Bobby has been wonderful. I feel pampered like the princess in a fairy tale. The thing is, He wants to take me away for the whole day and spend the night somewhere else. It sounds like fun but you haven't given me permission. It is not written into my hall pass. He told me that you had said it was all right last night but I can't believe you would agree to something like that, without talking to me."
I put two fingers to her lips and said, "Settle down. I did agree to your trip with Bobby. I knew you would want to go and I trust Bobby to keep you safe. I thought you and I would talk about it this morning. I didn't understand that Bobby would need to leave this early." I paused then said, "You can go if you want to. If you don't want to, it won't happen."
Linda stood there in thought.
I asked, "Are you afraid to be away with Bobby overnight?"
She answered, "Oh no Luke. He has always been a knight on a white charger to me. He has lived up to my every expectation since we got here. I want to go with him."
She reached inside my robe and fondled the monster. She asked, "What will you do while I am gone?"
I answered, "Michelin will keep me entertained. She has a sightseeing tour to Loch Ness lined up, with an overnight stay at her favorite inn. Tell Bobby I want you to sleep in my bed Thursday night."
Linda was instantly happy. She grinned big and wide. She said, "I will tell him, I promised to fuck your eyes out because you allowed me to go with him."
She said, "Call Michelin so I can say bye to her."
Michelin came out and the girls hugged.
Linda said, "Take good care of Luke while I am gone. He will worry about me if you don't keep him occupied."
Michelin shook her head and said, "I can't believe this is really happening."
Linda said, "I've got to run." Her hand was holding her pendant. She kissed me sweetly. She gave Michelin a peck on the cheek and was gone. Her only care in the world was no to keep Bobby waiting.
Michelin untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. The monster moved. She pulled the tag end of the belt on my robe and I shrugged it off my shoulders. We stood there naked together. She led me to the bed and we lay down together. We didn't cover up. It was warm in the room and Michelin said she wanted to see what she was playing with. The thing she was playing with was getting harder.
She said, "That didn't take too much of our cuddle time." She put the thing she was playing with, in her mouth. She teased the head until the monster was very hard. She tried again to swallow him. I thought, "She might make it this time," but she gagged.
I brought her face up to mine. I kissed her and said, "Listen, Honey Bunch. Some women have a gag reflex that they just can't control. Why don't you just keep me in your mouth? The monster doesn't require you to deep throat him. Tease him there. You are good at that. I can tell you enjoy it. He will be very happy."
She whimpered and said, "Okay." I received a borderline perfect blowjob and breakfast hadn't even arrived yet. I started to think seriously about taking this girl home with me.
Michelin slipped off the bed and went to the bath. When she returned she curled up close to me and asked, "Do you know that The Laird has confided in me, the thing the two of you have planned for Linda on tomorrow evening?"
I said, "No, I thought it would be a secret."
She said, "He had to tell me. I will help her prepare."
I said, "Oh, I understand."
She went on, "I have told her that she must be prepared because Bobby and I are still trying to talk you into it." She continued, "I like the way you think. It will be more fun for her if you surprise her."
I asked, "Are you going to feel left out?"
She giggled and said, "No, I won't be left out." She hesitated as if deciding whether she should tell me or not. She finally said, "I can tell you. I know you and Linda have talked about us having girl sex with each other. We are going to put on a show for you boys, tomorrow, before the main event. Linda said she wanted to eat me in front of the fireplace, in the great hall. She said it would make you so horny anything might happen after that."
I asked, "Does Bobby know you enjoy women?"
She answered, "Yes, he caught me with my girlfriend once. We did threesomes with him for a while so he wouldn't feel ignored. The three of us enjoyed that. It was tragic for The Laird and me when we lost her. However, she was deserving of a more normal relationship. We are both happy for her."
I asked, "How did that happen?"
She answered, "Nanette was her name. She went to Glasgow on business. While she was there, she allowed a young man that she fancied, to chat her up in a pub. They had sex together and later fell in love. Nanette married him and moved to Glasgow where he makes a living as a barrister."
Breakfast was served promptly at eight, thirty. The food was good. We dressed casually and met Chauffer at ten.
Chauffer greeted us. He said, "The Laird mentioned that you would require a rally car for the rest of the day and most of tomorrow. May I ask how far you plan to drive?"
Michelin said, "We are going sightseeing. The farthest point on our itinerary is Loch Ness. We plan to use country roads, so the route will not be direct. I want to show Luke, my favorite spot in the mountains."
Chauffer said, "I see." He looked at Luke and went on, "Sir, I would recommend the little green Triumph TR3 parked there. It has long legs. It can go 250 miles comfortably between petrol stops. You should only have to fill it up once on your trip. In addition, the top goes up and down easily.
Today's forecast is good. It is already 70 degrees and getting warmer. The temperature should be in the low 70's until dark. I have taken the liberty of lowering the top for you. Try to park it inside tonight. If you can't, be sure the top is up. Tomorrow, "you will probably be driving through fog and possibly light rain.
He paused and continued, "I personally service the car yesterday. She is in good order mechanically and all the fluids are up to the mark. The tire pressures are correct. The breaks are only a month old. She hasn't been driven much and not raced at all since the break job. She is one of my favorites. She is twenty, eight years old but in better shape than the day, she was built. The original engine made a little less than a hundred horsepower. She now makes about one hundred and forty, with no appreciable weight gain.
I asked, "Do we have other options?"
He answered, "The Laird instructed me to give you anything you asked for. In my opinion, this TR is the best option to squire a pretty girl around the country." The old man winked at Michelin. He continued, "Each of these cars is in order and fit to serve your purpose. Would you like to choose another?"
I said, "What about that red MGTD?"
The old man answered with a smile, "Another of my favorites and a good choice. However, that one is completely original. It has never been a racer. It isn't nearly as much fun to drive as the TR3.
Micheline broke in, "Our luggage and a picnic basket have already been loaded in the TR, Luke. Chauffer knows it is my favorite."
I capitulated, I said, "I think the TR will be fine. Do you have any special instructions, for me?"
He laughed and said, "You Yanks are used to driving on the wrong side of the road. Be conscious of that. You won't encounter much traffic but each of us is only allotted one fatal mistake. Also, try to observe the speed limits. The constabulary enforces them strictly."
He paused, and then tossed me the keys. He walked to Micheline and kissed her cheek. He said, "Have a good time, Sweetheart. If Mr. Bowman proves unable to drive, take the keys from him and you drive my car back to me.
She laughed and said, "Come on Luke. Let's go." She placed one hand on the windscreen frame and the other on the seat back. She vaulted over the closed door and slid gracefully into the passenger's seat. I opened the door and sat down properly.
I looked up at the old man and said, "Thank you, Sir. I will take care of Michelin and your beautiful car."
He smiled down at me and said, "Have a good time." I cranked up and backed out of the garage. I looked at the pretty girl beside me and said, "You may color us, gone." I don't think she understood my meaning.
We drove away. Michelin had a map but she knew where we were going. All I had to do to navigate was follow her instructions.
In a few minutes, I had the feel of the little car. It was indeed a blast to drive. I had to ask. I said, "Tell me about, Chauffer. He seemed overly familiar with you."
She laughed and said, "He probably feels the same about you."
I had to smile.
She went on, "He is a relative of mine. I think he is my great uncle, or maybe he is my great, great uncle. He helped rear me and I can't remember when he wasn't around. We were always close when I was a child. He would always protect me from the older women who were prone to using a switch to discipline mischievous little girls. He has always loved me and I love him too."
She paused then continued. "He has worked on the laird's vehicles since they were new. He knows every nut and bolt on every one of them. He would take it very personally if this car had a mechanical failure on our trip. He is a master mechanic. We call him Chauffer because, in our system, Chauffer out ranks Mechanic. His word is law in the garage and any use of a vehicle must be cleared through him."
I said, "Extended family is a good thing. You are lucky you have him."
She answered, "If you mistreat me, he will kill you."
I laughed, and said, "Linda has an uncle like that. She lived with her Uncle Gus while she was in high college and up until the time we were married. He used to tell me that he would kill me if I brought her home pregnant and I always believed him."
Michelin giggled.
I continued, "After our wedding, Gus came up to me in front of a group of people. He said, "You can knock her up now, Boy."
She looked at me and said, "Linda is so lucky to have you. I can't believe she allows us to be together."
I said, "Linda had no experience sexually with anyone but me before we open our marriage. Her curiosity came to be a real problem psychologically for her because she is approaching middle age. We talked to a shrink and came to realize that Linda's problem was not uncommon. When I was truthful with myself, I came to realize that I too was ready for an affair. Variety is the spice of life. Somehow, we let it happen."
Setting Linda free was very hard for me, I continued. She had much less difficulty. In her mind, she is able to completely separate sex for fun, from the love we have for each other. Sometimes, I still have pangs of jealousy when I know she is with another man. She has no qualms about me being with other women, as long as she likes them. She likes you very much."
She never does anything without my permission and I never do anything without her's. That is why she had to see me before she left with Bobby, this morning. It seems to be working for us."
Michelin said, "I want to make a small detour about two miles from here. Take a right on the farm track, when I tell you. The track is paved with macadam but it is very narrow. It winds into the mountains."
I asked, "Where are we going?"
She answered, "Halfway up a mountain to one of my favorite spots."
The little car demonstrated that it had more power than it needed to climb the steep incline. We arrived at her spot a few minutes after noon. Michelin leaped from the car and took off the light jacket she was wearing. Dbanging it over the car seat she said, "We can walk and look. You can see for miles from here and there is a waterfall we can see if we walk around that rock outcropping. We can come back in a little while and have lunch."
I asked, "How far is it to Loch Ness?"
She said, "Less than two hours. We can play here for a couple hours and still get to our inn before dark." She then asked me to open the boot and retrieve the field glasses. She said, "Maybe I can show you a Red Stagg."
I finally understood what she had said, and acquired a set of binoculars from the car trunk. I asked, "Why are these in the car?"
She answered, "I knew I was bringing you here. I had them packed for us."
We walked a hundred yards or so, on a grassy flat spot that ran sideways on the hillside. I saw the waterfall when it came into view. It was most of a mile away, tumbling down another slope. The little stream passed through the bottom of a canyon next to our mountain. I wished I had brought a camera. This was a beautiful spot. I could have gotten several good shots from here.

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Michelin took the binoculars from my hand and sat, on the short grass. She rested her forearms on her knees and started glassing the base of the hill across from us.

I sat beside her and in a moment, I put my finger under the point of her chin and swiveled her face to me. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her softly. A long time later, we broke the kiss.
She nuzzled into the hollow of my shoulder and asked me, "Am I going to get laid while we are here?"
I chuckled and answered, "I don't know, yet. I do know that I will never assault you again. From now on you are going to verbally consent to anything beyond a soft, sweet kiss."
She pouted and said, "Oh Luke that is so hard, for a girl. You know it is our nature to say, "No," while we are helping to take our panties off. I wouldn't know how to give verbal consent." She snuggled closer to me and enveloped me in the magic of her giggles.
I said, "When you want to get laid, just cuddle up close and scream in my ear, "FUCK ME LUKE. I will get the message."
With no hesitation, she replied, "Oh no Luke. I might be able to whisper something like that but the only time you will ever hear me scream, is when I am cumming." There was no giggle this time.
The mood of her banter changed. She raised her lips close to my ear and whispered, "Fuck me, Luke."
I whispered, "Help me take your panties off."
She said, "I'm not wearing any." She was already wiggling out of her hip-huggers.
I unbuttoned her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra either but I had known that.
I took one of her nipples into my mouth and massaged her other breast in my hand. She tried to roll me over on my back but I had to help her.
She said, "I want to be on top, again."
She brought her knees up on either side of me and sat upright. I helped her pull my Polo shirt over my head and she started undoing my jeans. She got them low enough and the monster jumped out at her, swaying back and forth. She giggled and caught him in her mouth on the fly. She sucked and teased him, while I shimmed out of my pants and tossed them to the side.
She whispered, "Fuck me." She took the monster in both hands and guided him to her entrance. I thrust upward and he slid right in. She was very wet.
I lay there comfortably in the grass while she banged me. Her strokes were slow but long. She took me into her deepest place. She laid her head on my chest and purred as she fucked me. Her every movement excited me. We enjoyed each other and made it last a long time.
Twenty minutes went by. She whispered in my ear again. She said, "Don't hold back Luke. Come with me, I'm very close. I felt a small one ripple through her. Her kegel muscles convulsed around me and she screamed, "FUCK ME LUKE."
I grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust into as hard as I could from this angle. Her pussy made new juices in abundant quantities. Linda gushed like this, sometimes.
I heard her repeat, "Fuck me, Luke." She was quieter and sounded as if she was a long way off. Then I realized it was an echo from a rock face, across the canyon. I fucked her hard anyway.
I placed my seminal fluid in the deepest spot I could reach. I emptied myself in powerful jets.
Her body became stiff and quivered. Her orgasm rose from deep in her belly to envelop her totally. It lasted for such a long time. She held me and moaned into my chest, fuck me, fuck me, and please fuck me. Finally, she started down.
I wasn't completely finished with her. When she stopped moving, I rolled us over and took the dominant position. I pounded her another minute until I started to lose my erection. She had at least two little ones while we came down together. I was so tired.
She lay under me and vibrated. She caught her breath and whispered, "Stay inside me." I did as long as I could but the monster had no genuine strength left.
I rolled off her. She snuggled close and she threw a leg over me. I held her until I recovered some and said, "You know, we couldn't do this in Texas. The insects in the grass would eat us alive." I started to explain about ticks and chiggers but decided I didn't want to think about them. I just said, "I'm glad there are no bugs here." and let the thought fade away.
I don't think she even heard me talking. She said, "That was nice Luke. I hope we get to do it again someday."
I said, "I'm hungry." We lay there until I recovered a little more.
She let me up and I slipped my jeans and sneakers on. The sun felt so good I left my shirt where it lay. I walked back to the car and brought the picnic basket and a blanket back.
By the time I returned, Michelin had dressed. She was glassing the opposite hill again. She said, "There is a red deer hind with her calf." I took the glasses and trained them on the place she indicated. They were there to see.
I said, "I understand they are closely related to our American elk. I would like to see a stag."
She said, "After we eat I'll find one for you." After we ate, she found me one. We watched him for about fifteen minutes until he moved out of sight. I couldn't tell how big he was but he was a young and beautiful animal. His back was straight and he didn't have a potbelly.
We lay on the blanket together and cuddled. She became quiet. I think she dropped off to sleep. I lay there holding her and enjoying being with her. There was a slight breeze blowing over us and the sunshine felt good. I think I fell asleep too.
I felt her shaking me. She said, "We have to go. It's almost four and it will be dark by six, thirty." She had changed clothes. I'm sure our combined fluids had made a mess of her pants earlier.
We walked back to the car and tucked everything back into the trunk. I held her for another minute and kissed her again. She said, "We just made my favorite spot a lot more special for me. Every time I come here, I will think of you."
I put the car in second gear and let the engine retard our speed as we descended the hill. I thought, "This little car is amazing."
We drove leisurely through the afternoon sunshine. I commented on the wonderful experience we had just shared. I said, "I can't believe how good the grass felt on my naked body." Then as an afterthought, I said, "Oh and the sex was pretty good too."
She slapped me softly on the shoulder and stuck her lower lip out. Then she leaned over the gear shifter and held my arm. She kissed my cheek. She said, "I will miss you when you go home." Then she asked, "Will we ever get to see each other again?"
I rolled her question over in thought for a few seconds then answered her. I said, "Yes, definitely."
Her blue eyes flashed and her whole face lit up with her smile. I thought, "Her smile and enthusiasm are definitely in the same class with Linda." She kissed my cheek again.
At length, we were on a switchback road going up on a high hill. We passed a sign that said, "Scenic Lookout ahead."
Micheline said, "Stop there. We will be able to see Loch Ness. Maybe Nessie will be about."
At the top, I pulled into a small car park. We were on top of a bluff probably a hundred feet high. The edge of the cliff was behind a row of stout wooden bollards about the diameter of a telephone pole at home. They were about three and a half feet high. There were three strands of heavy steel cable anchored at the ends and running through each post.
I nosed into the barrier and the loch lay below us. From this perspective, it looked like a long, narrow gash cut through the low mountains. Of course, that is exactly what it was. A gash cut there by a glacier during the last ice age.
We exited the car and walked together along the bluff. We came to a concrete bench placed at a strategic viewing point. We sat there together for a while. Finally, I whispered, in her ear, "Am I going to get laid while we are here?"
She giggled and answered, "Not unless I am assaulted. I cleaned myself as best I could, while you rested earlier but I must smell like an anchovy by now. No more sex until I can make myself sparkly for you." She leaned on me and let her body melt into mine. She continued, "Do you see that building on the lake shore there?"
I answered, "Yes."
She went on, "That is where we will spend the night. I am in a high state of anticipation. We will have the whole night together. There will be no interruptions or distractions. I am going to make it the most memorable night of your life so that you will always want to come back to me.
I backed off and just sat there holding her.
The sun sank in the sky until it touched a mountain peak, in the distance.
Michelin said, "Let's drive down there and get this night started."
The temperature had already started to fall. I opened the trunk and retrieved Michelin's jacket for her. I also took the two minutes it required to raise the top on the little green convertible. I reasoned I wouldn't have to do it later.
We started down the hill and Micheline said, "The temperature will drop another twenty degrees in the next hour. It will be cold in our bedchamber." The music of her sweet giggle filled the interior, of the small car.
She laid her head on my shoulder and held my arm. She made it difficult for me to drive but I managed. I could sense the rise in her excitement.
We drove to the inn and I parked under the porte-cochere
Michelin said, "The place is run by a little old couple. They only have three employees. One is a cook and the other two are housekeepers. There is no parking valet or door attendant. We can go and sign in, then come back out and unload our luggage. You can move the car at that time. I don't think there is any covered parking."
The old proprietors both came to the door and beckoned us inside.
We walked to the desk and Michelin announced our reservation. It was in Laird Wilkinson's name. I decided I would allow them to call me Laird Wilkinson while we were here. It would be easier than trying to explain the situation. Michelin giggled under her breath. We conducted our business.
The old man said, "The bar is open and the cook will be on duty for two more hours."
I said, "We will eat but a bath will be the first order of business. We have been riding in an open car all day."
The old man replied, "That will be fine Laird. If you give your dinner order to the cook, she can serve it an hour from now."
Michelin said, "Laird, let me order our dinner while you unload and park the car." She excused herself to the small dining room.
The old man accompanied me to the front door. He said, "That is a beautiful car. It must be near thirty years old."
I said, "Twenty, eight, I think."
He replied, "I had one when they were new. I'm sure that was in the late fifties. Mine was red." He hesitated then said, "You may unload here. If you like, drive around the corner of the building. I will open the door to my private garage. You may put her inside for the night."
I said, "Thank you, Sir. The car doesn't belong to me. I would hate for any harm to come to it."
The old man met me in the garage and we put the TR3 to bed. He cocked his head and said, "Ye aren't The Laird Wilkinson, are ya?"
I smiled at him and said, "No Sir, I am..."
He held up his hand to stop my speech. He said, "Michelin has stayed with us before. I'm sure she thinks I am too old to remember but I am not. The man she was with before was The Laird. It will be our secret, I won't even tell my wife. I will address you as Laird, while you are here."
I said, "So be it then and thank you." I let it go.
When we arrived back at the desk, I was given directions tour room.
The old woman said, "Laird, the Lady retrieved her bag from out front and went up ahead of you.
I went to the room and locked us in. I looked around. It was another ancient building. This one was mostly heavy timbers and wide expanses of plaster. I had noticed earlier that the roof was thatched. The thatch must have been several feet thick. It was already cool in the room. The fire was laid but not lit. The bed looked inviting. We would sleep enveloped in goose down again. The shower was running.
The bath was not like the one in my room at the manor. Here the fixtures were all old and showed signs of many years use. The plaster walls had many coats of glossy paint. A ceramic heater appeared to burn some gas or another. It was not burning. A plastic shower curtain hung from a curved rod that surrounded an old cast iron bathtub. The curtain was opaque but I knew Micheline was standing in the tub.
I stepped in beside her. A very powerful scent took control of my senses. It was not strawberries. The smell took me back to a time when I was younger and a place I had visited. It was an orange grove in Florida. The scent of real orange blossoms is powerful. What I was experiencing wasn't that strong but it was very pleasant.
I took a washcloth from her hand and rinsed it under the falling water. I wiped the lather from her face and kissed her gently. She allowed me to hold her and play touchy, feely for a few seconds. I said, "You smell nice and sparkly."
She said, "It is orange blossom. It's my new scent." Then she planted the seed in my brain. She held my swelling cock and whispered, "Whenever you smell orange blossoms you will think of me." It was like a hypnotic suggestion. I knew it would be true for the rest of my life.
I helped her rinse off and applied shampoo into her luxuriant hair. Then she bathed me. I love to have a woman bathe me. I love the feel of her touch all over my body. The monster came to full attention. She moved her hands up and down his length. She looked up into my eyes and said, "The monster is gorgeous, I want him inside me."
I said, "If we don't get out of this slippery tub, we are going to get hurt." I helped her rinse the shampoo from her hair then helped her from the tub. We toweled each other and she set about drying her hair.
I heard her giggle and ask what was funny.
She answered, "The old woman knows you aren't The Laird. She remembered him from an earlier visit. She thinks we are being naughty.
I chuckled.
She went on, "She promised she would keep my secret until her dying day. She said she wouldn't even tell her husband." She giggled and continued, "The old woman said she remembered her naughtiness when she was young."
Michelin and I both had a good laugh after I told her about my similar conversation with the old man. We decided it would be okay for them to help us be naughty. We both planned to be very naughty.
Micheline dried her hair and put it in a ponytail. Then she made it into a bun and pinned it to the top of her neck.
As we dressed, I asked, "What did you order for dinner?"
She said, "That will be a surprise for you. I think you will be pleased."
I said, "Do you know, if I weren't so hungry, we would skip dinner?"
She came to me and molded her body to mine as she kissed me. She whispered into my ear, "We have the whole night. You will beg for sleep before I finish with you."
I pulled the hairpin out of her bun and let her ponytail cascade down her back. I said, "Wear it that way for me."
She smiled and took my hand. We walked to the dining room.
Cook ushered us to a table adjacent to a bank of windows that offered a view of a garden patio with the lake beyond. Loch Ness was flooded in the moonlight and we could see points of light where boats floated.
Our places were already set. I seated Michelin then took my seat across from her.
The cook said, "I hope you enjoy the wine. It is from the master's private stock." She winked and said, "It is definitely better than the house wine. This is a fish house usually. We stock very little red wine." Cook paused and continued, "Soup is under the cover in front of you. Touch the bell when you are ready for the main course." She curtsied and retired to her kitchen.
I looked around the small room. There were two other couples seated. We were all separated as much as the cook could manage. Both of the other men kept stealing glances at Michelin. It was easy to look at her.
The soup was made with chicken, I think. It included several garden vegetables. It was good.
Micheline said, "I had no choice of soup. The cook makes a different one for each day of the week. This is evidently soup of the day, for Tuesday. She probably cooks for no more than ten to fifteen people each day. If everyone ordered something different, it would become a problem."
When the main course came, it was served sizzling on an iron plate. It was one of the most beautiful Porterhouse steaks, I had ever seen. I know my jaw dropped open. I looked across the table. Michelin's plate held a nice filet mignon, about an inch and a half thick.
Michelin said, "Linda told me what to order for you if I got the chance. It worked out perfectly. I hope it has been prepared properly."
I cut a bite-sized piece from the tail end. It was about half fat and half lean. The fat was translucent. The lean was red, runny in the middle, pink to the edge, and appeared to be burned to a crisp, on the outside. Out of reflex, I blew on it for a few seconds and popped it in my mouth.
I thought, "There are some things better than sex." I didn't say anything like that to the woman sitting across from me. I said, "I've made a final decision. You are definitely going home with me." I was rewarded, with a sweet tinkle of her laughter.
Cook appeared with a small vegetable plate for each of us and a dish of sautéed mushrooms. She placed the veggie plate next to our steaks and I allowed her to spoon mushrooms onto my steak until her arm became tired. I detected no seasonings beyond black pepper and salt. The meat was exquisite. It had less fat than the steaks I cook at home from my Brangus stock but still plenty enough to make the meat taste good. I resolved to question Bobby about the probable breed.
I lost control and ate too much. Micheline sat across from me. She seemed to glow in the candlelight. I sat and sipped my wine and wished for a glass of whisky.
The old woman appeared at the table. She curtsied in my direction and uttered, "M-Laird." She then bent and whispered in Michelin's ear.
As she rose, Michelin replied to her comment, which I had not heard. She said, "Do it now please, and thank you."
The old woman curtsied again and took two steps back from the table before she turned and exited the room.
I asked, "What was that about?"
Michelin giggled, a little louder than she intended, I think. Her giggle floated through the room like a musical note. She whispered so that only I could hear, "The sweet old woman wants to help us be naughty. She offered to send one of her young housekeeping girls, to warm our bed. I asked her to do it now."
A few drops of my wine went up my nose as I gasp for air at this comment. I recovered and said, "Wow, who would have expected that?" I hesitated then added, "I don't have Linda's permission to be involved with anyone but you."
Michelin bowed her head and put her hand to her mouth to stifle and even louder giggle. She looked up and whispered again, "No silly. A bed warmer is a utensil used in these old inns to warm a bed. It is a lightweight skillet shaped metal pan, with a tight-fitting lid and a long handle. The pan is filled with coals from a fireplace or the kitchen stove. It is passed back and forth, between the linen sheets on the bed. Thus the bed will be warm when we get there."
I was somewhat embarrassed by the conclusion that I had drawn. In my defense though, sex has been foremost on my mind, here of late.
Michelin looked again at me and became serious. She whispered, "Take me to bed Luke."
We thanked Cook for the fine meal and five minutes later, we walked into our room. The air was cool. I would have guessed the high fifties. There was a small fire flickering in the fireplace but there were no candles. There were several small electric lamps burning.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I found a switch near the door. The switch was a round disc with a single push button at its center. It was mounted on the wall about four feet off the floor. A paper-insulated wire that came down from the high ceiling supplied it. I pushed the button. All the electric lights went out. I pushed it again and they came back on. Electricity was obviously an add-on.

I turned the lights off again. The fire lit the room perfectly. I walked to the bed and put my hand on it. It was warm.
Michelin said, "I will be glad when you finish exploring."
I looked at her. She stood there naked and radiant in the flicker from the fireplace. She started for the bed but I intercepted her. I took her in my arms and said, "Dance with me." I was still fully dressed.
She started humming a slow waltz and I moved her about the room as gracefully, as I was able. In a minute she said, "I am cold." She escaped from my embrace and disappeared under the bed's covers, like a mouse escaping under a door.
I hurried to shed my clothing and join her in the warm bed. This was a new and wonderful experience for me. I gathered Michelin in my arms. She felt cool and her skin seemed very smooth. I lay on my side and drew her closer to me facing her back. I raised my knees to her bottom and we naturally slid into the spoon position that I love so much. The bed was warm.
I thought, "How many hours have I cuddled with Linda this way?"
She purred and placed my hand on one of her breasts.
I nestled the monster close to her backside and he began to become excited. I said, "A penny for your thoughts."
She answered me in a low voice that was more than a whisper. She said, "I was thinking about how lucky I was when I talked you into visiting here with Linda. The week would have been extremely awkward for me if she had come alone. The Laird would have enjoyed her less if you hadn't come, with her. He would have worried about my feelings."
I lay there for a time, holding her and toying with her boob.
She said, "Our quickie on the mountain was special. You created a memory for me that will last my whole life." She paused and said, "Thank You."
I chuckled and asked, "Did you hear the echo?"
She wiggled her bottom against the monster and said, "Yes I did." Then she continued, "I'm sure several of the mountain folk heard it too. Tomorrow, they will all be asking, "Who the Hell is Luke?"
We laughed together. We were both perfectly comfortable now. I marveled at how easy it was for me to be comfortable with this girl who was really a stranger to me.
We lay there a few minutes, enjoying the comfort. She said, "I sense that you are not feeling the urgency to be inside me that you have had."
I answered her. I said, "Right now I want you very much." I paused and went on, "I think I'm passed any urgent need. Now I want quality and perfection. The monster still wants you urgently and right now."
She giggled and said, "I am beginning to believe he really does have a mind of his own."
I said, "You better believe it. He helps me do my thinking where you are concerned. He votes for assault and bang quite often."
She said, "Just hold me this way, for a while. Then I will give you quality and perfection if you allow me to be on top again."
I helped the monster find her entry and slid easily into her wet channel. I found her bottom on the second stroke and held the monster there.
She gasped and said, "Oh Luke." She wiggled her butt closer to me and said it again, "Oh Luke."
I held her in place and all movement stopped. I whispered in her ear, "The monster said I could hold you like this and be inside you at the same time."
She said, "He is definitely right. I think this might be quality and perfection." I felt her pussy try to choke the monster. I felt good. She placed her hand on the top of mine and helped me squeeze her boob.
There was no urgency. I was happy, she was happy and the monster was happy. I fell into that dreamy place between sleep and wakefulness. I allowed the monster to move inside my companion to a slight degree.
I came back sometime later. I don't know how long it had been but the fire was still burning. I was lying on my back and Michelin was under the covers, on her knees and between my legs. She was rolling her tongue around the monster's head and sucking him gently. Suddenly some amount of urgency returned. I thrust upward into her mouth. She gagged. I resolved not to do that again.
She let the monster escape her lips, slid up my body, and laid her breast on my chest. As she explored my mouth with her tongue, I felt her hold the monster in place while she slowly impaled herself.
She broke our kiss and said, "I am striving for quality. Perfection may have to come later." She allowed me full contact with her young, smooth female body. She fucked me with slow but powerful strokes that were becoming familiar to me now. I thought, "This is good quality." I started to meet her strokes with slow thrusts of my own.
I said, "You have come to like being on top, haven't you?"
She giggled and said, "Don't make me cum Luke. I don't want this to be over." A mini orgasm rippled through her. I stopped moving. She whined into my chest, "Oh Luke." She had another one.
Small ones came and went several more times for her. She whispered, "I am right on the edge. Can you help me through a big one and still save yourself for later?
I answered her, "I think so." I began thrusting into her again and matched her tempo as it increased. Soon we were fucking each other hard. I damn near lost it but her orgasm overcame her and I was able to step back from the edge. Her pussy grabbed hold of the monster and her whole body convulsed. She became a mass of uncontrolled ecstasy. I just lay there and let it happen. I don't know how but I managed to maintain control.
She came down but the small ones were still happening. I felt her shudder through two of them. Her breathing became more regular and she was making cooing sounds into my chest.
I lay there for a while longer and allowed her to recover. I didn't let her come all the way down. I gently rolled her over onto her back and tongued her swollen outer lips. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and teased her for several minutes. She began to respond to me. I sensed that she was not in control. I slipped two fingers inside and touched her rough spot. She came hard.
She screamed. She most always said the same thing. "OH GOD YES, FUCK ME LUKE—FUCK ME."
I sucked her clit and fucked her with my fingers. I don't think she could tell the difference. She used both her hands on the back of my head to hold my face tight, in her pussy. Her thighs clamped down over my ears and helped hold me in place. Her body went ridged and vibrated like a bass guitar string.
I held my breath and waited for her to come back to this world.
I felt her start to relax. Her orgasm was over and she was coming down. I escaped from her grip and pulled her slim little female body down in the bed until she was under me. I stuffed her full of very hard cock. I fucked her forcefully. Her face was right in front of mine. I saw her eyes flutter open and her lips formed a big O. I kept fucking her. She screamed and came hard, again.
This time I let her come all the way down. I lay on my back and she snuggled in close to me. Her head was on my shoulder and she had a leg dbangd over my thigh. She won her fight for breath. In a few minutes, our heat had dissipated and I pulled the covers back over us.
She snuggled closer and said, "We can sleep now."
I held her hand in mine and helped her slide it down my belly until she found the monster. He was still very hard and full of power.
She said, "Oh my God Luke, You aren't finished with me, are you?"
I didn't answer her. I didn't want to talk about it. I put my tongue in her mouth and stuffed the monster back in her warmth and wetness. I screwed her with long but slow power strokes. I wanted her to cum one more time. She was spent. She just lay there under me. Ten minutes later, I felt her first response. Her pussy flexed and held the monster for a second.
She began an attempt to meet my thrust.
I allowed the monster's excitement to rise. I fully intended to go with her this time.
She was not loud in her utterances this time. She was whimpering, purring and cooing all at the same time. Our orgasms washed over us in the same moment. She did become louder but she didn't scream. She said something different. She said, "Make me pregnant, Luke."
I emptied myself as deep inside her as I could. She enthusiastically accepted my offering and described how she could feel the monster swell and throb deep in her belly.
I thought, "I've never had sex this good." I thought of Linda and the thought scared me.
I noticed how dark it was in the room. I looked at the fireplace. There were only a few glowing embers left.
I felt Michelin slip into sleep and after a short while, I followed her.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bobby – part 5 – A New Adventure or a Great Experience

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The early morning light was just starting to penetrate the room when I awoke. I looked up at the ceiling and thought, "Here I am waking up in a strange place again. It seems to be happening quite often, here of late."
I remembered. This is Michelin's favorite inn at Loch Ness.
I felt the girl stir beside me. She shifted her willowy female body to a more comfortable position, took a deep breath and sighed. I rolled to my side and faced her. I put an arm around her and drew her naked body nearer to me.
She made an effort to snuggle close to me and helped guide my hand to her bare breast. I thought, "Damn, This woman is nice to sleep with."
I closed my eyes and hoped there wasn't an alarm clock anywhere in my near future. I did get to enjoy being with her for about a half hour before I felt her try to escape my embrace. I pulled her closer and held her in place.
She treated me to one of her musical giggles and said, "Please Luke, I must get up or I will wet on you."
I am not into that sort of thing. I released her.
As she was slipping out of bed she said, "I'll light a fire in the bathroom heater and bathe first. I don't think we should be in that slippery iron tub together. We would get hurt."
I answered, "Showering with you is one of my favorite things."
She said, "Not this morning. I will go first and you can shower while I dry my hair. Then we can have some cuddle time before we have to get up."
I lay there in the warm bed contemplating our up-coming cuddle time and audibly followed her progress. She tinkled first then brushed her teeth. Next, there was a time when water was running in the toilet. I assumed she was using a product that smelled like orange blossoms. The water in the shower came on.
I stayed in bed another couple of minutes, rose and put my feet on the floor. The room was chilly. My feet were on a throw rug. Beyond that, there was a stone floor. I thought, My God, that's going to be cold. I walked into the bathroom. The floor was very cold.
There was a gas heater burning and a throw rug in front of the sink. Both of these things were welcomed, in my mind.
Michelin was standing in the iron tub. I had to move the curtain enough to peek. She was letting the water cascade over her and enjoying the warmth of it. I thought, "What a beautiful woman. She is much prettier than her photographs indicated. Her body was softer than Linda's was but no less attractive. The curves were nice." The monster moved.
She caught me looking and flipped some water in my face. I closed the curtain and she treated me to another magical giggle.
I quietly took a leak, cleaned my teeth and shaved. The bathroom warmed quickly and it was comfortable by the time I helped Michelin out of the shower. She allowed me to hold her wet body and kiss her.
I helped her dry herself and found two robes hanging on the back of the door. I wrapped one of them around her. It was made from a material similar to what we would call flannel at home but heavier. I think it might have been made of wool instead of cotton. It was soft and warm to the touch.
I lingered a few extra minutes in the shower. By the time I finished, Micheline had left the bath. I spent a couple minutes blowing my hair dry and donned the other robe. It felt good.
When I walked into the bedroom, Michelin was crawling back into the bed. She said, "Leave that door open and the heater will knock the chill off in here before we get up.
I tossed my robe over hers at the foot of the bed and crawled in beside her. She felt warm and dry. She cuddled close and threw her leg over me. I immediately had extremely nasty thoughts. I said, "I love the scent of orange blossoms."
She answered, "I am so much more comfortable with you when I feel sparkly." She giggled.
She asked, "Would you be terribly disappointed if we didn't have sex this morning?"
Without hesitation, I answered, "Yes." I touched her button.
She gasped for air and squirmed against my hand. She asked, "Do you remember the last sex we had before you finally let me sleep last night."
I answered, "Yeah, I do. I thought it was really nice."
She said, "Oh Luke, it was far better than nice, it was wonderful. She hesitated then continued. Actually, it was a little too much of a good thing, for me. You were so forceful. I am quite sore.
I said, "Oh Baby, I'm so sorry. I promise to be gentler from now on."
She did more than giggle. She laughed a little. She said, "Oh no. That may have been the best sex I ever had in my whole life. I want it to happen again and I have decided that I am definitely going home with you. I am not so sore we can't do it. You can hurt me a little bit if you need to." There was a pause and she said, "There is another reason we shouldn't though."
I said, "And what pray tell, could that be?" I rubbed a circle around her clitoris. She sighed and rotated her pelvis as she thrust against my hand.
She took a deep breath before she answered. She said, "Do you remember your obligation for this evening?"
I remembered. I wasn't excited to do what Bobby and I had agreed to. I had been successful in not thinking about it. I said, "Yes, I remember. The double penetration of my young and vibrant wife is to take place."
She went on. "The Laird has instructed me that I shouldn't bring you back to the Manor with your Willy fucked down to a nub." In a second she continued, "I have never heard him say anything like that but I did know what he meant. He said you used those words the other day."
I chuckled.
She said, "Maybe we should let it rest, today."
I slid my finger inside her. She was very wet. The monster was very hard. There was just no way this wasn't going to happen. I rolled her onto her back and buried the monster completely in one slow but insistent stroke.
She sucked most of the air out of the room in one breath. She whispered in my ear, "Fuck me, Luke. Be extra naughty. Fuck me just like you did last night."
My strokes started out slow but deep. I increased the tempo slightly. Her vagina was not as deep as Linda's was. I was touching her cervix before the monster was completely inside. I forced him in the rest of the way on each stroke. I realized that was what was making her sore. I resolved to be gentle with her. On the next few strokes, I stopped and backed off as soon as I touched bottom.
She started meeting my thrust. She was trying to take the monster deeper. She said, "No Luke. Fuck me hard like last night."
I increased the tempo even more. I fucked her forcefully and forced my way completely inside with every stroke.
I felt her fingernails dig into my back and she locked her ankles behind me. She was bucking in harmony with my thrust and we were fucking each other very hard. Her breath became ragged and her vocalizations sounded like a foreign language. I felt her start to cum.
I had already thought about it. I had decided to go with her on her first one. I was afraid I would really make her sore if I made this last as long as I would like. I fucked her just as if I were fucking Linda. I forced the monster all the way inside her and paused for each of my ejaculations. It was a very fine fuck.
It hadn't lasted long enough but it went exactly as I had planned it. We had both climaxed violently at the same time. Sex just doesn't get any better than that.
I rolled onto my back and Michelin rolled with me. She was on top now and the monster was still inside her. He had lost some of the lead in his pencil but not all of it. I pushed him to the bottom and held her cute little ass in both hands. He fit inside her easily now. I held her this way while we came down from our excitement together.
A few minutes later, she had remembered how to breathe again. She whispered, "Thank you," and repeated it several times. She kissed my face in a different place between each thank you. There was a pause, then she asked, "If I go home with you, will you make me pregnant?"
I held her and said, "You have mentioned that several times. Is it something I need to be concerned about?"
She giggled and answered, "No Luke. I am only joking about going home with you. I belong to the Laird. Having a child with you is a happy fantasy for me. I truly enjoy the thought of you making me pregnant but it can't happen. I take my pills.
I asked, "Why is it on your mind?"
She giggled again and raised her head to look into my eyes. She answered, "I am a woman. Making babies is a woman's prime function in life. Propagation of the race is the main justification for our being alive. All women want to have their babies with the strongest most beautiful men. You fit that profile for me. You are the most masculine man I have ever met. If you wanted me to have your child, I would."
I said, "I belong to Linda just like you belong to the Laird."
She said, "That would make no difference. I would have your baby.
I asked, "Why haven't you had a child with Bobby?"
She answered, "He thinks he is too old. He told me that he would probably not live long enough to rear a child to adulthood. I certainly will not become pregnant against his wishes." There was a pause then she continued, "You don't need to worry Luke. I won't mention it again if it bothers you. It is just a happy thought for me."
She kissed me sweetly and rolled off me. She turned her back to me and snuggled close. It was her invitation to spoon with her.
I held her close and asked, "What is the plan for today?"
She wiggled her butt against the weakening monster and I moved my hand to her breast.
She answered, "Breakfast will be served in the dining room at ten. I gave the cook our order last evening. If you like, we can tour the Nessie museum before we start home. I promised The Laird, that we would arrive there in the middle of the afternoon." She went on, "It is misty and foggy outside, just like Chauffeur said it would be. We probably shouldn't linger here too long past noon."
I said, "It's only eight. We can cuddle for an hour and a half."
We spooned and cuddled for about an hour. The monster became aroused so I helped him find his way inside her.
She cooed and maneuvered to be on top. She whispered, "Save something for Linda." She began her grind and we fucked each other slowly and gently.
I enjoyed her movement on top of me and helped the monster move as he explored her most secret places.
Half an hour later, she came for me. I let her have it alone then rolled her onto her back and fucked her hard until she had another one. I thought, "Multi-orgasmic women are a gift from God."
The monster swelled to his maximum and I pumped everything I had left as deeply inside her as I could. I had very little left. She seemed to appreciate my efforts. Her pussy felt as though it was sucking me. I appreciated her efforts.
I collapsed on top of her and she held me there while we recovered.
She said, "The Laird is going to be angry with me."
I said, "Maybe not."
She said, "We are out of time." She wiggled out from under me and slipped out of bed.
Twenty minutes later, we walked into the dining room. We had done an abbreviated cleanup routine. Michelin was all sparkly and looked like a million dollars. We had survived showering together in the old iron tub.
The cook seated us at our table that allowed us a view of the lake. Coffee for me and tea for Michelin was served immediately. The coffee was different from what I was used to but it was good. Michelin seemed to enjoy her tea.
She looked at me across her cup and said, "Mr. Bowman, you are so good in bed. I am so sore and I know I'll be walking funny the rest of the day. Thank You."
I chuckled but didn't get to answer her. The cook served our breakfast.
Michelin received a small bowl of oatmeal. It was smoother than it would have been at home and she called it, porridge. She also had a thick slice of toast with a red fruit jam and a fruit bowl that contained orange segments, sliced apple, berries that I didn't recognize and some other things.
A large plate was placed in front of me with a small bowl of porridge on the side, a small bowl of sliced fruit and berries, and a small plate with a slice of the thick toast. My coffee was refreshed and I took a moment to observe what was on the plate.
Michelin said, "That is what is known as, a full Scottish breakfast. It is traditional fare but is served mostly to tourist and guest today. Scotts in their homes mostly eat corn flakes for breakfast now. That came from the kids watching TV advertisements, for the last thirty years.
She paused then continued, "Is there anything there that you can't identify?"
I said I recognize the tomato with cheese and the fried egg. Explain everything else, please.
She said, "The potato dish is called a tattie scone. Next is a link sausage. We call it a banger. You have baked beans and sautéed mushrooms. That is what we call bacon. It is actually thinly sliced ham that has been fried like bacon." She paused then said, "The dark patty in the middle is called black pudding. It is not sweet or made of chocolate. Try it. If you like it I will explain how it is made."
She paused then went on, "I wish we could eat and spend the rest of the day in bed together. I love to be naked with you."
I answered her, "We can do that if you want. I am in no hurry to be back at the Manor."
She thought for a time and then said, "No, we can't. The Laird and Linda would both be very angry with us."
I let the subject go and Michelin began to eat. She started with her porridge. She put a dollop of butter in the center then added a splash of milk. Last a heaping teaspoon of finely granulated brown sugar was sprinkled on top. It looked so good; I fixed mine the same way.
I ate it all and had a last cup of coffee. We finished before eleven, gave our thanks to the cook and returned to our room to pack.
I shut the door behind us when we got to our room. Michelin allowed me to gather her into my arms and kiss her. She returned the kiss with enthusiasm. I massaged her breast and drew her close so she could feel the monster stir.
I said, "Let's skip the museum."
She asked, "Do you never have enough? I know better than to say no but we should start for the Manor right now. The weather is bad." The Laird and Linda were good enough to allow us this time alone. Let's not repay them with disappointment."
I let her win because she was right. We packed and I moved our bags to the porte-cochere. The old man and his lady were both at the front desk when we checked out. They both acted as if they knew our deepest secrets.
The old man accompanied me to the garage. We talked about the car for a few minutes and he assured me that he would be discreet and tell no one we were here. I shook his hand and told him, thank you. I decided to let him keep his fantasy. If he knew the truth about how this came about, it would be even more scandalous to him.
I drove to the front of the inn and loaded our baggage. Michelin told me to thank the old woman for her hospitality and to give her a peck on the cheek. I did that and the old woman blushed and giggled. She hitched up her skirt and ran back inside. Michelin and I drove away.
The fog had lifted some but the mist had evolved into a light rain. We stopped for fuel early in our trip. There was a bright red Coke machine at the petrol station. I bought one for each of us. I hadn't had a soda in several days. It was good. It was a taste of home.
In the interest of safety, I drove slowly on the winding roads. The rain came and went but the narrow roads were always wet. It became clear the trip would take longer than we anticipated. I was glad that we had left a little early. I really didn't want to upset Linda or Bobby.
Michelin and I rode and talked easily together. I was if we had been lovers for years instead of only three days. At length, she said, "You are being quiet. Are you thinking about the upcoming event?"
I answered, "Yeah, I have been for the last few minutes. I have agreed to go through with it and I will. However, I can't truthfully say I'm looking forward to it."
She said you are thinking about it, in the wrong way. Try thinking of it as a new experience. Make it a new adventure. Do you remember why you agreed to it in the first place?"
I replied, "I agreed to be part of it because Linda wants so much for it to happen."
She said, "That is right and it is plain for me to see, that you always give her what she asks for if you can."
I laughed and said, "You are very perceptive, for a country girl."
It was her turn to laugh. "She said, "When this country girl went away to university, she took her degree in psychology."
I said, "Really? How did that come to happen?"
She answered, "I enjoyed studying the subject and I didn't really need to be a doctor or a barrister. The college was mainly a place and time for me to grow and experience life away from the Manor. I mostly tried to have fun. That is what young women do." She giggled and continued, "I was just learning about sex at that time. I had lots of it." She giggled again.
I asked, "Weren't you concerned about making a living after college?"
She answered, "No my plan was to work for the Wilkinson family, as my parents had before me. I had more or less, been groomed for that all my life. My main goal was to rear four or five beautiful babies."
I asked, "Have you been using your knowledge of psychology on me?"
She smiled at me and answered, "Ever since our first telephone conversation. How could I not use it? I do it without thinking about it." There was a pause. She asked, "Isn't it strange to you that you have been so comfortable with me? Didn't it feel natural the first time you kissed me?"
I said, "I had butterflies in my stomach the first time I kissed you."
She giggled and replied, "Really? I did too." We both laughed.
A minute later, she asked, "Would you like some insight from a psychology major? It might help."
I said, "Okay, lay it on me."
She said, "Linda will enjoy her special experience this evening much more if you show some enthusiasm. She has to have you involved or it won't satisfy her need. What she really wants is to be sandwiched and double fucked by the two men she considers the most beautiful on the planet. I know you don't understand. It's a girl thing. I doubt that Linda understands on a conscious level. She may never have another chance."
I said, "The monster just moved."
She giggled and said, "You are easily excited, Mr. Bowman." She leaned over the shifter and laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear, "Would you like to stop the car, take me outside and fuck my sore pussy in the rain?"
I answered, "I would love to, but I'm going to save what I've got left so I can show some enthusiasm for my up-coming great adventure."
She said, "Good boy." She squeezed my cock in her little hand but let him go when she felt him start to respond. She kept her position, close to me and we drove on.
A few miles later, I said, "You know, you are going to have an adventure also?"
She answered, "Yes, I am looking forward to it with sweet anticipation and I'm going to show great enthusiasm for the act." She giggled.
It was after two in the afternoon when we drove into the garage at the Manor. Michelin's uncle had come out of his office and was walking toward us before we had come to a complete stop.
Michelin said, "Everything will be okay. We are on time and the car is not damaged."
Chauffeur's first question was, "Did the machine perform properly?"
I answered, "The car performed splendidly. It was a genuine pleasure to drive. I am glad you didn't let me talk you out of another one."
The older man smiled.

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I went on, "I had to refuel once and we have probably used half the tank. I did manage to park it in a garage last night. We had to drive in rain today, just like you predicted but I kept it on pavement the whole trip. I tried not to mistreat her in any way."

I handed him the keys before I got out of the car.
Michelin ran around the car and hugged her uncle. She said, "Luke is a good driver. He didn't scare me at all."
He looked at me and said, "That's not much of a testimonial, this one isn't afraid of anything."
I said, "The car has been upgraded significantly, hasn't it?"
He laughed and answered, "The only thing left of the original car is the body and the frame, and both of those things have been modified. The drivetrain, including the engine, transmission and rear end have all been replaced with heavier and more modern equipment. The differential gears are positive-track."
He paused for a breath and continued, "She has rack and pinion quick steering and disk brakes all around. I changed the suspension system too. Each wheel floats independently and the anti-sway equipment has all been upgraded. I didn't personally do the upholstery and paint. I gave that work to a fine young lad who has a small shop in the village. That part was done recently. I am well pleased with his work."
I said, "It is a magnificent piece of equipment. You should well be proud of it, Sir."
He said, "The two of you had better check in. The Laird was here looking for you a half hour ago." He hesitated then said, "Mr. Bowman, should you need the automobile again, you will be welcome to use it. I will have your luggage sent up to your room. I will have the car serviced, refueled and cleaned before an hour has passed."
I said, "Thank you."
Michelin took my hand and dragged me away. She said, "He has decided he likes you because you appreciated his work. I have never heard him offer that car to anyone.
We entered the house through a side door of a patio. Somehow Butler knew and met us just inside.
He bowed and said, "Sir, The Laird has requested your presence in the great room. May I take you there?"
I nodded. Michelin followed him and pulled me along.
We were announced. We walked in. Bobby and Linda were sitting together in a love seat. They both had drinks. They rose together holding hands. Michelin ran to him and hugged him. I thought, "Now there is some psychology in play.
Linda stepped away from them and came to me. She came into my arms and kissed me. She fingered her pendant and whispered, "I missed you too much. I'm glad you are back."
I thought this is unreal. Linda has been fucking Bobby for the last four days and all I can think about is how much I love her.
I said, "Did Bobby not keep you occupied?"
She answered, "Our time together was wonderful. Still, I couldn't help but think of you." She blushed.
Bobby said, "I am glad you have returned. I was about to become concerned because of the rain."
Michelin said, "We left the loch early so we could be here on time. Luke drove slowly and carefully.
Bobby said, "If I may, I need a moment with my, Head of Household." He bowed and escorted Michelin a few steps away. They conversed for a minute or two in hushed tones. They came back to us.
Bobby said, "Dinner will be served at five." He looked at me and said, "You and Michelin should go now and clean the road off of you. Dress for comfort. The dinner will be informal in the small dining room." He paused then said, "Luke you should rejoin me here in about an hour. Michelin has some household duties to perform and we can have a drink or two before dinner."
I said, "That sounds like a plan to me. I will see you in an hour." I kissed Linda on the cheek and retrieved Michelin's hand from the Laird. As we walked away, I looked back to see Linda holding her necklace.
I closed the door behind us as we entered my room. Michelin turned to face me and giggled. She came into my arms and we kissed. It was soft and sweet. The monster moved.
She stepped away from me and said, "That is all we can have. I have been given my orders."
I chuckled and asked, "What did the Laird say to you?"
She replied, "He said that I was not to have any sex with you until after the main event. He also ordered me to help Linda prepare herself. I will meet her in the Laird's suite at three, thirty. When we are all sparkly we will come to the great room for a drink."
I Laughed and said, "In the first place, Bobby may be Lord of the Manor but he doesn't control my sex life."
She immediately answered, "He does control mine. Don't fuck this up, Luke."
I let her win again. I said, "I know sugar. Linda pretty much controls my sex life. You are not going to be assaulted."
She giggled and came back to my arms. I kissed her and rubbed the monster against her belly as he became stiff.
She stepped away and said, "I think we had better shower separately. I'll go first. I'll be finished in fifteen minutes." As she walked away, she looked back at me and said, "I will be glad when we are in bed together, after your great adventure."
I gave her five minutes but then I heard the shower begin to run. I stepped in beside her. I tried but couldn't keep the monster from rising. I pinned her against the wall and dropped to my knees. She tried to squirm away from me and started a verbal protest. I stuck a finger inside her and gripped her clit with my teeth. I bit her hard enough to convince her I was in control.
She surrendered to me completely and I gave her the best oral sex I knew how to. She came quickly and very hard. I felt her knees get weak. She started to slide down the wall. I caught her and supported her as she bathed my face in her juices. Her orgasm lasted a long time. I tongued her and sucked her until it was over. She regained her strength and found enough energy to stand.
I rose in front of her and kissed her. She melted into my arms and reached down to hold my hard member. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. I let her suck him for just a few seconds before I ended it.
I said, "Not now Baby. I have to save it for Linda."
She rose and put her arms around my neck. She whimpered and sniffled a couple times. She said, "Oh thank you, Luke." She paused and raised her eyes to mine. She asked, "Why am I always thanking you?"
I answered her, with a whisper in her ear. I said, "Because, I make you cum so well."
She said in an absent-minded sort of way, "Yeah, that's it." She allowed me to kiss her again.
I walked into the great room at a quarter after three. Bobby was waiting for me.
He asked, "What would you have to drink Luke?"
I answered, "Surprise me with your favorite."
He smiled and poured me a drink from a decanter that was already sitting on the bar. I was scotch but it was very smooth and it didn't have the medicine taste I associate with scotch. I said, "That's very nice."
We took our drinks to the conversation area. He sat on the loveseat and I parked myself in an overstuffed chair across from him. I said, "Bobby, do you mind if I get a little bit nosey?"
He answered, "Of course not. What would you like to know?"
I said, "Well, Wilkinson is an English name if I am properly informed. How is it that a Wilkinson is a landed Scottish Laird?"
He laughed and said, "I am not royalty. The title, Laird of the Manor, signifies only that I own this estate. The title is not associated with any special powers or privileges. The title is similar to Mr. or Sir in your country. One of my great, great, great, grandfathers was a Wilkinson from the South of England. He took a girl from the McDonnell clan as a wife. He was able to acquire land from her family."
He continued, "The parcel was twenty times bigger than it is today. My personal holdings only amount to about 1,300 acres in your measurement. The wealth and opulence that we display here is mostly an illusion created to impress our clients. I hold hunting rights on a total of about 40,000 acres. Most of the land is privately owned but some are public lands. My clients pay to take game from these lands."
Bobby went on. "The only hunting we do on the estate is a few canned grouse hunts each year. These are done with pen-raised birds and are mostly for training our dogs. Clients do pay to be shooters in these hunts but they generate little profit."
"We also farm about three hundred acres of my land," he said. "We produce enough food to feed everyone that lives here and still sell enough to pay my laborers. We also have a small herd of cattle to produce meat along with a few dairy cows and some chickens."
"We get by," he said. "My goal is to leave my successor in better financial shape than we are in now."
I broke in and said, "Speaking of beef herds, I enjoyed a most elegant porterhouse steak at the inn last evening. Would you have any idea of the breed it came from?"
He answered, "Most assuredly it was a breed called Scottish Highlander. The inn where you stayed, is one of Michelin's favorites. It is a fish house. If Michelin promoted a beef dinner there, the meat came from the owner's personal freezer. I know that old man. He butchers two Highlander steers each year for his personal use." He laughed and said, "It pays to be in the company of a pretty girl, sometimes."
I said, "Yes, and here comes two of them to keep us company."
Bobby rebuilt our drinks and poured white wine for the girls.
I noticed Michelin first. She was dressed in a very light cocktail dress that showed off her figure. Her hair was braided in one very thick pig-tail that reached the small of her back. Linda's blond ponytail was beautiful as it always is. Her eyes sparkled and reflected green light every time I looked at her. Her dress was similar to Michelin's but I had seen it before. She smiled at me.
I said, "Bobby, could we have some music? I would like to dance with my wife once."
He said, "Certainly."
The room suddenly was filled with orchestra music. The piece was classical but I didn't recognize it.
I bowed to Linda and she curtsied. She came into my arms and I led her a few steps away from Bobby and Michelin.
I asked, "Is everything alright?"
She answered, "My darling Luke. Everything is beyond wonderful. Bobby has made me feel like I was living in a storybook." She hesitated then asked, "Are you glad we came?"
I answered, "Yes but I am looking forward to sleeping with you tomorrow night. Nothing is as good as sleeping with you." She allowed me to touch and feel her. She wasn't wearing anything under the dress. Her green eyes flashed and the monster moved.
I returned Linda to Bobby and took Michelin out on the floor. She had forgotten her underwear too.
I said, "I would like to throw you down on that bearskin and fuck your heart out. I mean right now."
She stiffened in my arms and said, "Don't do it, Luke." She paused and said, "Tonight has the potential to turn into something special." After another pause, she said, "Keep the thought though. We will be alone in a few hours."
I kissed her sweetly and said, "Sex is so good, with you." A magical giggle came into my ears and whistled through my brain. The monster moved.
We were called to dinner. The full Scottish breakfast I had eaten earlier had worn off. I was hungry. The meal had been Americanized for us. Bobby had mentioned that there would be enough new things tonight. He didn't want to add too much to the mix. Dinner was fried chicken with trimmings. It was very good.
By six o'clock, we were back in the great hall with drinks. I thought, "Well, it's time for the great adventure."
A fire had been lit in the huge fireplace but the room was the least bit chilly. The electric lights had been turned down to almost nothing and there were candles burning in holders mounted on the walls. The air still carried the soft classical music we had danced to earlier.
The four of us sat in conversation about trivial things. I had asked Bobby about the possibility of buying the green triumph.
He said, "Oh no, Luke. It would be like selling one of Chauffeur's children. It just couldn't happen."
I said, "I understand."
The girls finished their wine. Linda rose from her seat beside Bobby and came to where I was sitting with Michelin. She took Michelin's hand and tugged her up and away from me. Michelin went willingly.
They moved out onto the floor and entered into a slow and close dance. Their bodies intertwined and they moved very well together.
Bobby looked at them and asked, "What is this?"
I answered him, "I knew they were both bisexual. I think Linda wants to have sex with Michelin. She intends for us to watch. I have seen her do this sort of thing before."
Bobby said, "Luke, your young tigress has one surprise after another." Michelin did have a female lover at one time. I was lucky enough to be with both of them on several occasions." He chuckled and went on, "Nothing excites me more than watching two beautiful women fuck."
Bobby stood and took my glass from my hand. He walked to the bar, filled my glass and his. He came back and handed me my fresh drink without ever taking his eyes off the girls.
Time passed slowly. They danced for ten minutes. The dance became progressively more erotic. While we watched, Linda found the clasp and zipper in Michelin's little dress. She opened the dress and pushed it off Michelin's shoulders. It fell into a pile around her feet. Michelin stood there nude except for her high-heeled shoes. My cock was so hard.
The dance went on. Linda held her partner close and kissed her passionately.
Michelin undressed Linda. The dance continued. Two naked women dancing in the flickering light from the fire. The scene was so erotic I could hardly take my eyes off them. I did manage to glance quickly at Bobby. He was rubbing his cock and literally drooling.
The dance ended. Linda led Michelin to the bearskin and laid her down. Linda assumed the superior position. Michelin's hips rolled and thrust up to Linda as they ground their pussies together. They were fucking each other and neither of them had a dick.
Bobby said, "Your lady is having her mini orgasms back to back." A second later, he said, "She does that so easily. Do you know she has them with me when we are fully clothed, even in public?
I chuckled and answered, "She had one with you when you kissed her at the airport and several more during dinner that evening." I laughed and said, "You had no Idea how turned on she was."
He chuckled and said, "I didn't Luke. I didn't have my wits about me at that time."
I wanted to tell him about her orgasm in the bleachers ten years ago but I didn't. Maybe I will some other time.
I asked, "Do you think we will do this again?"
He took his gaze away from the girls and looked at me when he answered. He said, "Oh, I hope so."
I heard Michelin gasp for breath. I looked back at them. She was clearly cumming.
Linda had Michelin's breast in her mouth and teased her clit with a finger. As I watched, Michelin shivered through another orgasm. Linda slid down her body and captured her button in her mouth. I wasn't close enough to see the most intimate action but Michelin screamed like the ghost of the castle.
Michelin's hands forced Linda's face deeper into her pussy. Her legs went into the air and came down around Linda's neck, clasping behind Linda's shoulders.
Linda must have been hitting the sweet spot. Two minutes later Micheline had her last and most violent cum. Her scream was even louder. She was trying to talk but she couldn't. When it was over, she just collapsed as she does, when she is finished.
I said, "Bobby, I'm going to get involved. You jump in when you think the time is right."
I shed my clothes as I walked to the girls. When I got there, the monster was standing at full attention. He wasn't sticking out. He was pointing up. Linda was between Michelin's legs, sitting back on her haunches. Michelin was lying on her back and appeared to be unconscious. I watched her for a moment until I saw her eyelids flutter.
I looked down at Linda. She was looking up into my face. I could see by the firelight, the sheen of Michelin's pussy juice on her face.
I said, "Linda, Bobby and I have decided to double fuck you. It's going to happen right here and right now. You might as well get used to the idea and make the best of it. You don't have a choice.
She looked up at me in a daze, as if she couldn't comprehend what I was saying. Then her green eyes flashed as it hit her.
She came to her knees and took control of the monster in both her small hands. She pulled him down to a more convenient angle and swallowed him in one easy movement. I held her head in place with my hands.
The scent in the air was powerful. I could smell strawberries and orange blossoms both. The orange blossoms made me think of Michelin. I looked down at her. Her eyes were open now and she had rolled to her side and assumed the fetal position. She was mewing and watching intently as I fucked Linda's face. I wanted to cum.
Linda felt me step closer to the edge. She backed away and guided me down to lie on my back. She straddled me and slipped her wet pussy down over my cock. She was in her cowgirl position. She felt different inside. It seemed as if there was less room in there. I felt a hard spot. She was wearing a butt plug.
She said, "It's my largest one. I've been wearing it off and on for two days. Michelin said it would help."
She ground her clit against the base of the monster and started cumming immediately. Little ones were happening for her, back to back. I thought, "She is very excited." Next, I thought, "This is the first time I have been inside my green-eyed blond in five days. We have never gone that long before." I wanted to cum.
She sensed my urge and pushed me back from the edge. She said, "Not yet Luke. A big one washed over her. She came hard and her kegel muscles were working me just as hard. I only maintained control because Bobby chose that time to appear.
He walked up beside us. From my perspective, his package looked huge. I had never seen one that close-up before. It was hard like a rock and had prominent veins running its length in several places.
Linda noticed his presence. She turned to face him and took his cock down her throat with the same ease she had taken me earlier. He held her in place and slowly fucked her face. I got the impression they had done that before.
I got a whiff of orange blossom and looked back at Michelin. She was quiet now but watching just as intently as the Laird fucked my wife's throat. I watched too. Linda never stopped fucking me. Her hips were rocking and pitching. The monster was in heaven.
In another minute, I saw Bobby back away from Linda's mouth. He guided her down on my chest and said, "Now, relax Lass."
I watched him roll a condom onto his cock and he squeezed a good amount of lubricant from a tube. He coated his cock with it and seemed to enjoy the operation more than a little bit.
Linda had become still. The only movement I felt in her was her shallow breathing. Her pussy did squeeze my cock occasionally.
I heard Bobby say, "Easy girl." He removed the plug from her ass. Linda flinched but only a little. Bobby squeezed more lube from the tube and began to apply it to Linda. I could feel his fingers as they invaded her ass. It was as if he was feeling my cock through a thin membrane. I forced myself to lie there.
Linda moaned and whispered, "Fuck me easy." I allowed the monster to move gently inside her. She cooed.
Bobby moved behind her and knelt. I felt his cock head when he first touched her opening.
He quietly said, "Help me now Linda. Relax and push."
I could feel it all. Linda relaxed and pushed backward. Bobby's cock head slipped past her sphincter muscle. He stopped and held it there.

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Linda waited twenty seconds and said, "More Bobby. Fuck me deeper."

He slipped another couple inches into her.
She moaned and said, "All of it Bobby, I can take it all."
Bobby granted her wish. I felt it. Bobby shoved his cock completely inside and held it there. It felt like our cocks were resting parallel to each other and touching except for an extremely thin tissue.
.
Bobby said, "I can feel your cock, Luke.
Linda said, "Fuck me, Bobby. I want to feel you fuck my ass."
Bobby pulled slowly out about half way then shoved it back where it had come from. I could feel his every movement. In a few more strokes, he was pulling everything out except the head and banging it back into her. His tempo increased as he became confident he wasn't going to hurt her.
She said, "Yes Bobby. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me."
I could feel every movement as he slid back and forth along my prick.
Linda whispered, "I want to cum. Help me, Luke."
The monster had never been so hard. I was afraid I might hurt her. I was so excited I fucked her hard anyway.
Linda's orgasm started. It was a large one by any standard. She let out a blood-curdling scream. I felt her pussy clamp down on me. She went stiff and shook like the leaves on an aspen tree.
I checked, Michelin was still watching as if she were mesmerized.
Bobby had his orgasm. I could feel it when his cock swelled and he pumped his cum into a rubber that was encased in my wife's bowel. I didn't like that thought.
I held off. I had a plan.
Bobby finished first. He held his cock inside her until she finished and collapsed on top of me. He pulled out. I could feel him as he left. He was nice enough to wipe the lube off her ass with a damp face cloth.
As soon as Bobby was clear, I rolled over on top of her and fucked her hard until she had one last cum. It was another good one judging by her vocalizations.
I could smell orange blossoms on Linda's face. I licked some of it off her. It made me think of Michelin again. I looked at Michelin and we locked eyes as I pumped my wife's pussy full of cum.
Bobby had staggered away and sat down on a different part of the bearskin. I noticed he was watching us fuck. He had cleaned himself with a towel and disposed of the evidence of our deed.
My spasms ended and I rolled off Linda. She stretched out lengthwise and whimpered once. It appeared as though she had fallen asleep.
I thought I would be disgusted with myself for doing this but I wasn't. There was nothing messy or nasty. I acknowledged that it still felt a little unnatural to me. I think that came from the closeness of Bobby and me. I've never had sex where another man was involved before.
Bobby rose to his feet and came to me. He reached down and helped me to stand. As soon as I was stable on my feet, he pointed at Michelin and said, "You take care of that one. I will help the other one.
I stumbled around the room and retrieved my clothes. For modesty's sake, I slipped my trousers on. I picked up Michelin's dress and her shoes. I thought about the comfortable bed in my room. I wanted to be there. It seemed to be far away. It was at least a long way to walk.
I helped Michelin to her feet. I said, "Come with me, Sweetheart."
She answered, "I will cum with you anytime." I looked back at Linda. She was sitting up and fingering her necklace. She smiled at me. She looked almost fresh.
I thought, "How does she do that?"
Michelin walked naked with me and we went to my room.
We halfheartedly showered and dried each other. We were in bed together in ten minutes. Michelin snuggled up close to me and said, "I have never seen anything like that."
I asked, "What impressed you the most?"
She answered, "The way Linda took your cock down her throat. Then she did it for the Laird. He is spoiled for life. If I can't learn to do that, he will never be happy with me again."
I said, "That's nonsense girl. You are an exquisite bed partner. A man would be crazy to be unhappy with you."
She came back, "Oh Luke. I am in real trouble. You must help me. Show me how she does it."
We experimented for the next half hour. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, my cock slipped down her throat and there was no gag. I let him rest for fifteen seconds then pulled him out to let her breath. After the third breath, I easily slipped it right back in. She let me fuck her that way for several minutes. She got her breathing coordinated and I started to enjoy the experience.
At length, she said, "My throat is becoming sore. She paused and asked, "Do you want to cum this way?"
I answered with a question of my own, "Is your pussy still sore?"
She giggled and said, "She is not too sore, and I want your cock inside me."
I licked the length of her slit and took her clit in my mouth. As soon as she started to respond, I helped the monster invade her center.
There was no urgency on my part or hers. We both already had more than our daily ration of sex. We just wanted to be together. Neither of us had mentioned it but we both knew that our time together was almost over and we had been cheated out of most of this day. We carried on this way for some time. I was inside her and we were enjoying being alone together without outside obligations. It wasn't like any sex I had ever had.
Michelin finally said, "Linda was magnificent tonight, wasn't she?"
I asked, "What do you mean? She was just being Linda."
She replied, "The Laird calls her a tigress. I understand now what he meant. She totally wore me out and then she absolutely used you and the Laird up."
Michelin continued, "The last time I saw her she was sitting cross-legged on the rug, smiling sweetly at you. She didn't even look disheveled. Her blond ponytail was all bouncy and her green eyes flashed in the firelight. I don't think she even wears make-up. On top of all that, she can have you anytime she wants. The last orgasm you gave her was the kind of thing that makes other girls sore. Another thing, you give her everything she wants including the freedom to have sex with other people."
Michelin went on after a pause, "I'm so jealous of her."
I chuckled and said, "If Linda knew what I am thinking she would be jealous of you." I got a handful of her ass and pulled her closer to me. I thrust into her and forced the monster completely inside her.
She exhaled forcefully and said, "Oh Luke, that's how you made me sore last night."
I asked, "Do you want to do it again?"
She whispered, "Yes."
She waited a few seconds and asked, "Why would Linda be jealous of me?"
I said, "Think about it. Have you ever in your life had better sex than what we have shared these last few days?"
She thought a minute and said, "I don't think so." She paused then added, with more conviction, "No I haven't."
I let that sink in, before I said, "I haven't either."
She said, "Oh Luke." She rolled into my arms and kissed me.
I said, "I'm about to make you sore again."
She uttered a magical giggle and said, "Okay."
I banged her hard. Really, we fucked each other very hard for the last time this day. She had a marvelous climax and I did too.
So came the end of a long day. We snuggled close in the warmth of our bed and slept.
To be continued...

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Bobby – Part – 6 – Luke Buys a Car

By: LewdLuke
When the first rays of a new dawn filtered through the curtains in my room, I was already awake. I had a profound need for a trip to the bathroom.
I thought for a few minutes recalling the events of the day before. I picture of Bobby's cock going in and out of my Linda's face as he throat fucked her, formed in my mind. I must have known they were doing that sort of thing but seeing it first hand and up close is something different.
My sleep-fogged mind pushed the thought out of my head by remembering Michelin allowing me to have her that way here in this bed. She could not do that. She is a gagger. I thought, "Was that real or a dream?" I remembered I didn't cum for her. It must have been a dream.
I didn't want to get out of bed. Michelin was snuggled close to me and sleeping soundly. I just wanted to lie there and hold her. I managed to stay another ten minutes but then the need to rise became urgent.
I retrieved my arm from under the girl and slid out from under the covers. Michelin stretched out, rolled to her side and raised one knee up closer to her chest. She continued sleeping. I made sure she was covered well enough to stay warm. I went to the bathroom.
I stood in front of the toilet, to take a leak. My flaccid and well-used cock was lying in my hand. I remembered some graffiti that I had seen scrawled on a public bathroom wall once. It had said, "In your hand lies the future of America." I chuckled and said under my breath, "And now Scotland too."
I flushed the toilet. It made enough noise to wake the dead. I was sure it would wake Michelin. I hadn't wanted to do that.
I stumbled to the sink to wash my hands. I looked in the mirror and said to myself, "Son, you look like you were rode hard and put up wet." I had a little laugh inside as I thought, "Well, that's pretty much what happened."
The next thing I did was splash a little bit of water on my face. It felt good. It began to clear some of the cobwebs from my brain.
A picture of Linda sitting on the bearskin last night, formed in my mind. I remembered how Michelin had described her. She did look fresh and bouncy and she had just fucked three strong people into oblivion. I thought, "She looks like Tinker Bell but she is really a tigress. Bobby had named her properly.
I thought, "I get to sleep with her tonight." It was a happy thought. I asked myself, "She belongs to you Luke. Why don't you sleep with her every night?" A picture of Michelin flashed in front of my mind's eye. She was naked and bathed in firelight. The monster moved. I had my answer.
Water in my face had felt so good. I decided a quick rinse in the shower would be the thing to do.
I turned the shower on and waited a moment for the water temperature to come up. I adjusted it to be pleasantly warm and stepped under the spray. I stood there with my eyes closed and my face under the showerhead. The warm water ran down my body both front and back. It was very nice.
I heard the door open and Michelin came into the room. With no apparent awkwardness or embarrassment, she sat on the pot and tinkled. I thought, "She has truly come to be comfortable with me."
I waited for her to flush the toilet and opened the shower door. I invited her to share the water with me. She came into the stall and did a full pirouette under the showerhead. She sloshed a mouth full of water then spat it out. Only then did she let me hold her.
I gathered her naked body in my arms and held her very close. She molded her body to mine and I kissed her. The kiss was sweet with no insistence in it. The monster was trapped between us. We both felt him begin to swell and stiffen. She giggled. I made the monster jerk. She giggled again.
We stood there necking and enjoying the whole situation. The monster came to full attention. She said, "Something extraordinary is about to happen, isn't it?"
I whispered, "I hope so." I remembered the partial deep throat blowjob from the night before. My mind had cleared I knew it had been real. I know she could feel my pulse in the monster.
She asked, "What would you like to happen?"
I decided to get nasty and try to shock her. I said, "The first thing I want is to throat fuck you until I cum. We can figure out the second thing later."
She squirmed closer to me and giggled. She stood on her toes so she could get high enough to kiss me. She broke the kiss and whispered to me, "We can do that. I have learned how to do my part."
She kissed me again and said, "I can make it happen right now."
She took one of my nipples in her mouth and held my cock in her hand. She made her hand move up and down his length as she squeezed him gently. Her knees slowly bent and she slid down my body licking me all the way. Her face came level with the thing she was slowly jacking. The thing was very hard. She looked up into my eyes and smiled.
Her tongue snaked out and she touched the underside of the monster's tip. I am very sensitive there. The monster jerked almost out of her grip. I heard another magical giggle. I thought, "She loves her work." Then I thought, "We both love her work."
The monsters head slipped into her mouth. I watched as her lips tightened around his shaft. Her tongue was moving in her mouth and touching every part of my cock's head. My hands went automatically to the sides of her face. She anticipated my next move, snatched a deep breath and held it.
Truly, it was an involuntary action but I shoved my cock down her throat. She was prepared. There was no resistance and she took my full length easily. Her face pressed into my pubic hair. She grabbed my ass with both hands and held me there for at least fifteen seconds.
The warm water showered over us.
I made a plan, as I do. I decided to cum as quickly as I could. I didn't want to make her work too hard. I didn't want her to be tired or sore. In my mind, I giggled. I thought, "Be gentle with her Luke."
She pulled back and brought the monsters head back into her mouth. She jacked the shaft easily with her hand and swirled her tongue around what was inside. I could feel my pulse in the monster. I knew this wasn't going to take long.
In a moment, she backed her mouth away from me. She continued to massage my cock with her hand. Her deep blue eyes looked up to lock with mine. There was more than a smile this time. What I saw was the impish grin of a mischievous little girl. I put a smile on my face for her. I thought, "Damn, what a wonderful young woman she is."
Michelin evidently had a plan. She used her hand to raise the monster out of the way. Her other hand came up to roll my nuts together in her palm. Her eyes never gave up their lock on mine. She bent slightly forward and took one of my balls in her mouth. She sucked and tongued him for a moment, then gave the other one the same treatment. She was in control and knew it. Her beautiful eyes laughed at me.
Her tongue snaked along the underside of the monster. It arrived at the tip and lingered there long enough to excite the sensitive place once more. The warm water cascaded over us. The monsters head found his way into her mouth. He found her tongue there and they danced together.
She telegraphed her next move. She inhaled deeply. Her face went to my belly and the monster went deep into her throat.
I took control. I held her head in place with my hands and fucked her face. My strokes were slow and I was careful not to force anything. I brought the monsters head to her mouth and slid him back down her throat.
Michelin was doing her part well. She exhibited no sign of stress and she was breathing easily on the up-stroke. Our eyes were still locked together. On about the fifth stroke she gave up. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
Water streamed down on her face. She seemed not to notice.
I kept fucking her. I was very close to cumming. I raised the tempo just a tad. She kept up fine. There was no tension or strain in her. She was passively allowing me to fuck her the way I wanted to. I made my strokes a little longer and a bit faster. He eyes fluttered and she looked at me again. I saw a marked twinkle. She was having fun. I fucked her harder. I pulled the head back into her mouth and let him rest there long enough for her to catch four or five breaths. Before the last one, I let the monster jump.
Michelin breathed deeply. My cock went deep in her throat and I started fucking her again. I came hard. She buried her face in my belly again and held me by the butt cheeks. I remained still and the monster shot cum into her until I was empty.
She had been without air for a long time. The monster didn't like it but I pulled out of her so she could breathe.
She gasped and sucked air deep into her lungs but calmed down quickly. She was breathing normally in just a minute.
My knees got weak and buckled under me. I slid down the wet tile wall and wound up on my butt leaning against the same wall.
Michelin also sat down and cuddled close to me. Her face was under my jawline. I bent and kissed her. It seemed like the most natural thing to do. I didn't taste myself in her mouth. I thought. "Just like Linda."
Water was still flowing over us.
She giggled and whispered to me, "I am so proud of myself." Her playful mood was in full bloom.
I said, "You very well should be proud." I asked, "How did you do that? You couldn't have done it yesterday.
She answered, "I watched Linda do you and the Laird last night. She did it so easily. I was jealous of her but I realized that if she could do it, I could too. You allowed me to experiment and it happened for me. After the first time, it became easier. Did you enjoy yourself, Sir?"
I answered, "Way better than enjoy." I hope we can do it again sometime.
She replied, "We will do it again, I promise." She paused and said, "The Laird is in for a big surprise tonight, isn't he?'
I decided to be nasty and shock her again. I looked down at her and asked, "Have you been sucking my cock and thinking of him."
My question surprised her. She hesitated a few seconds then whispered, "I love him, Luke."
I said, "I know Baby. My heart warmed and softened for her. I said, "The Laird will have a big surprise. He is such a lucky man to have you." I thought, "I think of Linda at the damnedest times. I love her."
I began feeling guilty. I hadn't given Michelin an orgasm. I thought about the extenuating circumstances and I forgave myself rather quickly. I knew I would make it up to her.
Michelin said, "Let's go back to bed. We have been wet long enough. I'm starting to wrinkle."
We washed and dried each other between the kisses and horseplay. I found an opportunity to put my finger inside her, playfully. She flinched a little.
She said, "Be careful Luke, I am still a little sore."
I touched her clit and asked, "Is it too sore?"
She giggled and said, "No, I don't think so."
I took the opportunity to talk dirty again. I said, "Well hurry up then. The second thing I want is some of that sore pussy."
Her giggle had a Scottish accent. She answered, "Yes Sir. Make me a warm spot. I'll be right there."
It took about a minute for her to blow my hair dry. She said, "I need a few minutes to dry mine." Her hair is so thick and luxuriant. It takes forever for her to dry it.
She said, "Call Cook and ask her to send us a fruit bowl."
I called Cook. She gave me a message that the Laird wanted to see me. He suggested that we meet for lunch at eleven, in the informal dining room. I agreed to that.
The fruit bowl was delivered before Michelin was finished with her hair. I ate some of it while I was making her warm spot.
She finally came to bed. She got the warm spot and I caught a whiff of orange blossoms. We snuggled under the covers and I fed her gbangs and sliced apples while I played with her young body. It was standard slap and tickle with a little nip and bite thrown in. We had fun being together.
I told her of the message from Bobby. We had three hours before we had to meet him.
We finished the fruit and she asked me to spoon with her.
I said, "That's one of my favorite things." I gathered her now warm and naked body close to me. I was glad she was satisfied with cuddling. The truth was, I needed some recovery time. This young woman is somewhat of a tigress in her own right.
We lay there together for a few minutes. She asked, "Have you and The Laird conspired to double fuck me like you did Linda, last night?"
The question came from out of the blue. I was caught like a deer in the headlights. I tried to think of an answer that would satisfy her and not spoil her surprise. Eventually, I just said, "Yes."
She giggled and said, "I can't wait."
I said, "The Laird wanted it to be a surprise. You must not tell him I told you."
She said, "You didn't tell me. I figured it out. The Laird told me I was to sleep in his bed tonight and he instructed me to prepare myself. His intent was to make me think he would bugger me when we were alone. My second clue was the glint in your eye when you looked at me, while I was watching you and Linda last night." She paused and asked, "Do you really want to do it."
I said, "I can't wait."
She said, "I must be careful with you today. I don't want to fuck your Willy down to a nub, before the party." She giggled and continued, "If you want some of my sore pussy, you had better get it this morning. I'm going to cut you off after lunch."
I said, "You can't cut me off. I'll force fuck you anytime I want."
Her giggles lasted longer than normal. She said, "I know." After a pause, her voice became a little more serious. She said, "That's one of the things I like most about you. She pulled my hand away from her breast, kissed the back of it and put it back where it came from.
I kissed the back of her ear that was in my face anyway. I said, "My favorite thing about you is, you let me get away with a little aggression now and again."
She said, "You can flat out bang me if you want. I would never snitch on you."
We snuggled close together. After a time, I said, "I can smell orange blossoms."
She replied, "That's my sore pussy."
I said, "Damn girl, you sure have been talking dirty the last few minutes."
She said, "You started it." She giggled and continued, "Isn't it fun? I never get to talk this way."
I chuckled and said, "Have fun."
She said, "I have a serious question."
I said, "Go."
She asked, "What does Linda like most when she has sex?"
I answered her, "That's easy. She likes to have a great big hard throbbing dick stuffed completely inside her snatch."
Michelin laughed aloud. She said, "Yeah, me too. That's not what I meant. I need to know how I can pleasure her.
I said, "Oh, you are planning to ask her to dance tonight."
She said, "I need to repay her. She let me have all the fun last night."
I said, "Just do the same thing to her, that you enjoyed so much from her."
She giggled and whispered, "Show me. I need a refresher. I was damn near in a coma when she finished with me."
I considered that our conversation was over. I rolled her over on her back, crawled on top of her and stuck my tongue in her mouth. The monster began to stiffen. He always tries to hold up his end. I didn't plan on him being involved this trip, but you never know.
I continued kissing her and massaged her boobs with my hands. I stimulated her clitoris by rubbing the monster over it. I could see how that could easily get out of hand.
Michelin started to respond to me almost immediately. Her eyes dilated big time and her nipples jumped to an erect position. Her sore pussy gushed.
I took my time. We still had an hour and a half before we had to get up. I hate deadlines. I kissed her every way I knew and everywhere I could. I felt her excitement as it grew. I helped it along. Except for the monster and his exterior contact, I stayed away from her pussy as long as I could. However, twenty minutes later, I had her clit in my mouth.
She responded vocally. She was mewing and cooing. Her whole world had become the vee between her legs. Her physical response was even better. She opened herself more to me by spreading herself a little wider. Her hands held my head in place but she was inviting the monster inside, verbally. I stuck with my plan to only eat her.
I sucked her clit and teased it with my tongue. I slipped two fingers inside her wet tunnel and assaulted her G-spot. She came instantly. It was a good one with sound effects and everything. The first one ended and the second one started a minute later. It was better and louder.
She started screaming, "FUCK ME LUKE. FUCK ME HARD. PLEASE FUCK ME LUKE. FUCK ME RIGHT NOW. I NEED YOUR COCK. PLEASE FUCK ME. HURT ME. FUCK ME HARD."
I stuck with my plan.
She began to whimper. She cried and said, "You are just being mean Luke."
That got to me. I couldn't help myself I stuffed my cock completely inside her with one powerful stroke.
She screamed, "YES-YES. FUCK ME HARD LUKE. I WANT TO BE SO SORE I CANT WALK. FUCK ME HARD.
I followed her instruction as best I could. It is so hard not to give this girl what she wants.
She had her third orgasm. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and damn near bucked us out of bed and then she became quiet. I don't think she could muster enough energy to fuck me this way and scream too.
Her orgasm was almost over and she was coming down when mine started. I slowed the pace and fucked her with long powerful strokes but slowly. I put the monster completely inside her and paused at the bottom each time I ejaculated. The pause at the bottom is my favored technique. I always want to make my deposit exactly where Mother Nature intended. That's where it feels the best. Her little sore pussy was still squeezing and milking me.
Michelin had stopped moving by the time I finished but I could feel little quivers running through her body. We were both sweating and I realized it was very hot under the covers. I threw them off us.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I cleaned myself quickly but really not very well. I ran cold water on two face cloths and took them back to the bed. I washed the sweat from her brow and some of the rest of her body.
Michelin was settling down and breathing easily. Her eyes were open and she was looking at me as I cooled her with the cloth. There were tears in her eyes. She was crying. She wasn't sobbing just quietly crying. I was worried that I had hurt her. I had forced my cock into her violently and repeatedly. I guess I had been a little out of control.
She seemed to come to her senses, suddenly. She rose up and put her arms around me. She said, "Oh Luke, hold me. I need you to hold me."
I laid us down together. I was on my back and she came to rest on her side facing me. She put an arm around my chest and one leg over my thigh. I held her tightly enough for her to know she was being held. She pressed her pussy against my thigh.
She became quiet. I asked, "Are you okay."
She giggled.
There was no way I expected to hear a giggle.
She spoke quietly. She said, "I'm okay. I don't know what happened." She waited a minute and asked, "What happened?"
I said, "I was showing you how to give Linda pleasure. You started screaming for me to fuck you hard. I didn't for a while but when I gave in, I fucked you very hard. I was afraid I had hurt you."
She said, "I'm not hurt. I am going to be very sore." She paused and went on, "I think I was throwing a tantrum. I thought you were not going to give me what I wanted. I got angry. I thought you were being mean."
I held her.
She said, "Luke I am so sorry for acting that way. Sometimes I am very selfish. Don't be angry with me. I don't think I could stand that."
I said, "I'm not angry. I was concerned. You have asked me for what you want before. I was a bit slow in giving it to you this time. I thought you only wanted me to show you how you could have good sex with Linda." I hesitated then said, "You can't stuff a hard cock into her."

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She giggled again and said, "Luke." There was a long pause. She put her lips close to my ear and whispered, "Luke that was the best fuck I ever had. It was the best fuck in my whole life. I thought I had gone to Heaven."

I chuckled and felt very relieved. I couldn't help but feel a boost to my ego. I said, "That makes me feel better. I thought I had hurt you."
She said, "I think it might have happened partially because you were letting me talk dirty."
I said, "If that is what caused it, we should always talk dirty when we are alone."
Her musical giggle made me feel happy inside. She said, "Okay."
We had cooled enough. I pulled the covers over us and we snuggled close together. We had about a half hour left. I just wanted to hold her.
After a moment, she said in a low sweet voice, "No one has ever fucked me like that. I didn't know something like that could happen. I think I really did go to Heaven. What am I going to do after you leave?"
I said, "I don't want to think about that right now. How are you going to get through your double fuck exercise this evening?"
She said, "I'm not going to miss that. I want you and The Laird inside me at the same time. I might be a little sore but you can fuck me like I'm a two pound, Piccadilly whore if you need to." She giggled and went on, "I think a little soreness is a cheap price to pay for having sex with you." She said, "I will bear that cost. Hell, if you stayed here a little longer I could get used to being sore all the time." She giggled again.
A minute later, she whispered in my ear, "For the rest of my life, I will always want to have sex with you and I want you to always bring me all the energy you have. Someday, I want to have another fuck like the one we just had. I don't care how much you hurt me." After a short pause, she giggled and said, "I'm going to put it on my bucket list."
We both got all sparkly and met Linda and Bobby at eleven. Michelin could walk, pretty well. I found another full Scottish breakfast at my place. It was similar to the one I had at Loch Ness but a little different."
Linda came to me and kissed my lips sweetly. She came close to my ear and whispered, "I get to sleep in your bed tonight. I can't wait." I seated her and sat beside her as soon as Micheline sat down.
Michelin had walked around the table to where Bobby was standing. He seated her across from me and sat beside her. I saw Michelin put her hand in Bobby's lap as soon as he sat down. He flinched and she smiled at me. Linda was squeezing my cock in her hand. I thought, "Neither of these girls ever thinks about anything else. Bobby and I are very lucky to have them."
We began to eat, and Bobby brought the meeting to order. He said, "I asked you here so we could make some small plan about how and when we should switch partners for the evening. I would suggest we meet in the great room about six."
I said, "That sounds great to me. I would like to have a couple glasses of your fine whisky." I waited for just a second and added, "If it could be possible, I would also like to see the girls dance together again."
The girls giggled quietly in unison. Linda squeezed my dick.
Bobby made some kind of harrumph sound. "He recovered and said, "Yes quite. That is settled then." He turned to Michelin and said, "I have an errand for you to run about four o'clock. Linda and I will be in my room. Please meet us there. There will still be plenty of time for you and Luke to dress for drinks."
Michelin said, "Yes Laird." I think she squeezed his cock.
The food was good. I was hungry.
Bobby spoke again. He said, "Luke, you mention wanting to purchase my green Triumph. Have you thought what price you would be willing to pay?"
I was surprised at his question. I thought a minute and said, "The car is worth thirty thousand dollars." I continued, "I have driven it and know it to be special. I already have some wonderful memories associated with it."
I remembered the echo in the mountains.
I continued, "I would pay a premium for it. Maybe, I might go as high as fifty thousand, delivered to my home."
Bobby had to catch his breath. I could see him doing calculations in his head. He said, "The exchange rate is roughly 1.9 to 1. That is dollars to pounds sterling. The numbers you just mentioned workout to approximately fifteen thousand, eight hundred pounds. The premium price would be a bit over twenty, six thousand." He looked at me and said, "That is quite a lot of money."
I asked, "Are you considering the sale of the car?"
He tilted his head and shook it. He said, "Oh no Luke. That car will not be sold as long as Chauffeur is alive."
I asked, "Well, why did you ask?"
He answered, well. For the kind of money you are talking about, you might talk Chauffeur into building another like it. He is probably the only man in the world who could do that. You know, he rebuilt a Spitfire once."
I thought, "Why didn't I think of that?"
Bobby went on, "For you and Linda, I would give him the use of my shops and tools. He would have to do the work on his own time but he loves this type of work. Any profit in the deal would be his. I think he would probably build it for you."
Micheline broke in. She said, "He is my uncle. He loves me and he likes you, Luke. He will build the car if we ask him."
Linda said, "You would have to come test drive the car after it was finished. I mean you couldn't ship it home without testing it. That would give us an opportunity to visit again." Her face blushed crimson as she spoke. We all laughed.
As I laughed, I said, "I will talk to him. Do you think I would find him in his office?"
Bobby answered, "It is a work day. He will be in the garage somewhere."
We sat eating in silence for a few minutes. I said, "Let's talk a minute about Linda's comment of a few minutes ago. Are we going to visit again?"
Bobby said, "Let's leave it up to the girls."
Linda spoke first, she said, "Luke always makes my decisions for me, but I want to see you again Bobby." She giggled and soon added, "And you too Michelin." She turned red again and said, "Maybe, we can dance for Luke this evening."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. I said, "Oh hell yes." The blush she does is fake. She learned to make herself do that at will, years ago. She uses it to extract attention from her companions. When it comes to attracting attention, Linda has great skills.
I leaned over to her and whispered, "You are so beautiful and I love you so much." I decided to talk dirty and try to shock her. I said, "My need to be alone with you has been building all week. When you come to my bed tonight I'm going to fuck you half to death." I should have known I wouldn't shock her.
She smiled her golden smile and said, "See that you do." She spoke just loud enough for me to hear.
My attention went back to the question on the table.
Michelin said, "I want to visit with you both again. I have started a bucket list of my own. The first thing on it is to visit with Luke, at least one more time."
I said, "I'm for it."
Bobby said, "That is settled then. Must we decide when and set a date?"
Linda piped up and said, "When Luke's car is finished, or whenever the two of you want to visit us."
Bobby looked at Michelin and said, "It could be that a trip to America is in order. I would like to show you the way American's live."
Michelin threw her arms around his neck and said, "I love you, Laird Wilkinson." She kissed him enthusiastically." He made that, "harrumph," sound again.
We had finished eating. I said, "Lord Wilkinson, Would it be possible for me to borrow the services of your beautiful Head of Household. I am about to negotiate with her uncle and having her allied with me will be to my benefit."
He answered, "Of course Sir. I am sure she wishes to accompany you but please remember to see that she is in my room at four this afternoon."
I rose from the table and bent to kiss Linda's cheek. I said, "I love you and I will see you later."
Her hand went to her pendant. She said, "See that you do." Her smile was radiant.
I helped Michelin from her seat. She gave Bobby a quick good-bye kiss and we left the room holding hands.
I asked Michelin, "What is your uncle's name?"
She answered, "His given name is Artair. I think it is the old name, which later became Arthur in England. His last name is Campbell. That old name is purely Scottish. He would probably rather you call him Chauffeur."
We walked into the garage and the TR3 was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw what I thought was it, parked against a far wall. It had a dust cover over it.
Artair Campbell approached us. He said, "Good day Mr. Bowman." He looked at my young escort and bowed slightly as he said her name. "How may I serve you? Do you desire the use of the TR3 again?"
I answered, "Would that be possible, Sir? I have come to know the importance of that car."
He answered, "The Laird has instructed me to allow you access to any vehicle here. I do have the authority to countermand his orders in this garage." He continued, "In your case Sir, I would opt to give you the use of the car. You have impressed me. You seem to know the value of a fine piece of equipment and you took very good care of her the last time you took her out." He laughed and said, "The other reason is, Michelin would cut off my hug supply if I offended you."
I said, "Heaven forbid."
Michelin kissed his cheek and said, "Do what he asks Uncle Artair, as a favor to me." She walked away to give us some privacy.
He looked at me and chuckled. He said, "Well Sir, I guess I have my marching orders. How may I help you?"
I said, "First of all. I would like you to address me as, Luke. Please make yourself comfortable calling me by my given name. Secondly, Michelin has informed me of your name, Artair Campbell. I wish to have you tell me how you prefer to be called. We are about to have a negotiation and I prefer that we stand here together as equals.
He said, "I have no preference. You may address me in any way you like." He seemed a little cold with me. He squinted his eyes and asked, "Please tell me. What business do we have together?"
I decided to use some psychology of my own. I would kick him in the groin, figuratively, then make my proposal. My proposal will be at least the lesser of two evils in his mind.
I said, "I spoke with Lord Wilkinson last evening. I proposed to buy the Green Triumph. For quite a bit of money, I might add.
The old man looked at me as if I was evil personified. Visibly shaken, he started to speak and I could tell he had ugly words in his mouth.
I held up my hand to quiet him. I said, "The Laird informed me that the car was not for sale at any price. He said it would be like selling one of your children." I paused and said, "If had known about your feelings I would never have made the offer."
He relaxed and said, quietly, "The Laird is always loyal to his retainers." His face became a little more threatening. He said," Damn it, Luke, you did that to me on purpose."
I smiled at him and said, "You just called me, Luke."
He smiled back at me. With his Highland accent in full bloom, he asked, "Would Ye take a wee dram with me?" We were friends again.
I answered, "Yes Sir. I would be honored." He escorted me to his office. That's where the whisky was.
He poured each of us half a tumbler of cheap Scotch. I said, "I thought you said a wee dram."
He replied, "A wee dram is for sissies and little boys, Son. Drink your whisky.
He walked to a window that looked to the interior of the garage. He nodded his head toward Michelin and said, "That is my favorite little girl in the whole world. I raised her from a pup." There was a long pause. He asked, "What is your relationship with her?"
The question stopped me in my tracts but my mind went into high gear. I knew that he must know what was going on. I made my answer come quickly enough to make it seem I didn't have to think about it.
I said, "I love her." I waited long enough to let him wrap his mind around that. I continued, "I traveled six thousand miles to be with her for a few days." Then I threw a kicker in that would make him think the gossip might be wrong. I said, "It is my intent to see her married to Lord Wilkinson."
I said, "That last piece of information is privileged. Don't make my task harder by talking about it. Not even with Michelin."
His jaw dropped open. I drank the last of my whisky. He flopped down in his chair and stared at me for some time.
Finally, he said, "You may call me as Michelin does, Uncle Artair." He went on staring.
I decided to bring him back to Earth and get down to business. "Let's talk about cars for a few minutes," I said.
He snapped out of his trance. He asked, "Do you want to use the TR3?"
I answered, "Yes for a few hours but that isn't what I wanted to talk to you about.
He pushed a button on his desk. He said, "I thought that was settled. The car is not for sale."
I said, "I have accepted that but you could build me one just like it. Lord Wilkinson said that for the money we talked about, it could be done. You might be the only man in the world that could do it."
He looked at me and his forehead furrowed in thought.
A young man stuck his head in the door. He nodded at me and said, "Sir." He looked at Uncle Artair and said, "Did you buzz for me, Sir?"
The old man never took his eyes off me. He said, "Make the TR3 ready."
The young man said, "Sir!" He hurried across the garage floor toward the little car.
Uncle Artair said, "I could build the car."
I thought, "It's going my way. He is interested." I said, "Lord Wilkinson, said that in deference to me and my wife Linda, he would allow you to use his shops and tools free of charge. He did say you would have to work on your time but of course, any profit from the project would be yours."
The old man said, "That would solve most of the problems and make the project possible." He asked, "What is your relationship with the Laird?"
I answered. "He lived in my community in Texas for two years. He was my son's soccer coach. We became friends. Actually, he became friends with my wife. She spent more time with the kids on the soccer field. He and I became friends later."
He said, "Your wife is the pretty blond girl that The Laird took driving the same day you and Micheline went to Loch Ness."
I said, "Yes. Lord Wilkinson coached a soccer game that day. Soccer is a common interest for them. Michelin was kind enough to take me sightseeing."
He said, "Both trips were overnighters."
I said, "Let's get back to the car. Michelin asked you to do this for me."
He acted as if he didn't hear that. He asked, "How much money are we talking about?"
I answered, "We are not ready to talk about that yet. We have to agree about at least the major portions of the deal." I looked out the window. The little green Triumph was parked just inside the building and pointed toward the open door. It looked bright and shiny. I asked, "Will you at least think about it. My wife and I are leaving Saturday morning. I would like to know something by then."
The old man looked at me. He answered, "Luke if the money is right, I will build your car. It will be better than that green one sitting out there. It will take most of a year.
I thought, "Those are all the major portions. It was time to shit or get off the pot, so to speak. Forty thousand dollars should do it and allow Uncle Artair to make at least fifteen thousand in profit but probably closer to twenty including his labor." I did the conversion in my head and rounded it in my favor. I said, "Twenty thousand pounds sterling, for a left-hand drive TR3, delivered to my home in Texas, in like new condition but upgraded with up to date technology."
The old man looked at me and stuck out his hand. He said, "Done." He offered me another drink.
I refused, saying I would be driving later.
He said, "Quite so, good man."
Micheline walked in the door. She said, "I saw you shake hands. I assume you struck a deal." She hugged her uncle.
She said, "I heard some of your conversation about the Loch Ness trip. I want to come clean, Luke. Uncle Artair is not only my favorite uncle, he is also my confidant. I have been taking my problems and my joys to him since I was three years old. There is no way for you to fool him. He has known about each of my lovers, starting with the first little boy who played doctor with me. He knows about the big Texas cowboy I've been sleeping with all this week." She came to me and giggled as she kissed me. She whispered, "Everyone knows and everyone knows that Linda sleeps in The Laird's bed."
The old man was looking at me. He had such a shit-eating grin on his face.
I said, "Damn it Uncle Artair, you did that on purpose."
He laughed and said, "We are even. You scared the shit out of me, talking about buying the Triumph." He looked at Michelin and said, "Did you notice? He never lied to me. He just wasn't telling the big truth."
Michelin smiled and said, "He was protecting my honor."
I looked at Uncle Artair and said, "We can talk about details any time over the phone. How much money do you need, up front?"
He said, "Half now and half the day you accept delivery in Texas."
I said, "Wow, that's not the way I usually do business."
He grinned and said, "Take your fucking project elsewhere."
I shook my head and wrote him a check. Scotsmen are hard to deal with.
Michelin kissed her uncle again and said, "Take me for a ride, Luke."
Uncle Artair said, "Yes you two go have fun. You are lucky to have this time together. Don't waste any more of it here with this old man."
I held her hand as we walked toward the Triumph.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bobby -- Part 7 -- Michelin is double-teamed

Michelin kissed her uncle again and said, "Take me for a ride, Luke."
Uncle Artair said, "Yes, you two go have fun. You are lucky to have this time together. Don't waste any more of it here with this old man."
I held her hand as we walked toward the Triumph.
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The day had turned off prettier than the day before. We drove through the countryside with the top down. I pushed the car progressively a little harder as I became more comfortable with its handling characteristics. Before long, we were flying down the narrow winding country roads. The little car was definitely fun to drive. I decided I had spent my money well.
Both of us bounced around in the cockpit. Michelin held on to a panic bar and had a continuous grin on her face. I think the ride stimulated both of us sexually.
I remembered something that Bobby had said. He had mentioned that Uncle Artair had rebuilt a Spitfire. I thought, "I would like to fly a Spitfire." I pretended I was flying a Spitfire.
We delivered the car back to the garage with no damage. Uncle Artair was not there. I resolved to stop and tell him goodbye, before Linda and I departed.
I delivered my escort to Bobby's room a couple of minutes before four.
Bobby opened the door after my nock and invited us inside. Linda came to me and let me hold her for a few seconds. Michelin went to Bobby and stood on her toes to kiss him. I remembered how she had kissed me that way. We had been naked in the shower. Immediately thereafter, I received the first deep-throat blowjob she had ever given anyone. I felt a measure of pride rise in me. The monster stirred in my pants.
In my ear, Linda said, "I'm going to hold you to your promise. I want to be fucked half to death."
I stuck my tongue in her mouth.
Michelin came to us and said, "Linda, if you would, I would like for you to accompany me. You can help with the chore The Laird has assigned me." She looked at me and asked, "May I have her for half an hour?"
I consented and they left together.
Bobby offered me an early drink. I accepted and we seated ourselves to talk. Bobby was interested in the car deal. I described the agreement we had reached and he seemed pleased.
He said, "I hope your agreement ensures another visit from you and Linda. The thought excites me very much."
I answered, "I'm sure that will happen. All of us want it. You know a visit to my home from you and Michelin would be welcomed. With very little notice, Linda and I could take leave from work to spend time with you."
He answered, "I deserve a fortnight holiday."
I asked, "Fortnight?"
He answered, "A fortnight is a term used to describe a period of two weeks. We could tour your country for half that time and spend the rest with you and Linda. I'm sure Michelin would enjoy that."
I said, "Find a way to make it happen and give us a call."
He said, "I shall."
We had time for another quick drink before the girls returned.
Linda came to me and kissed me sweetly, without making a show of it. She made sure the others couldn't see and she caressed the monster through my pants. She said, "I can't wait." The monster moved again.
Bobby said, if I may, I would suggest that we go to the kitchen and ask Cook for a quick sandwich. We could eat before drinks in the great room."
I said, "Michelin and I need time for a bath. We spent a couple hours tooling around in the TR3. We are a little dusty." I paused and said, "I could eat."
Michelin said, "I am hungry too."
A few minutes later, we sat together at the small table in the kitchen. Bobby ordered bangers and chips for all of us.
Cook provided the most wonderful sausage on homemade bread sandwiches, with French fries and trimmings. She did it all in less than ten minutes.
I wanted a beer but decided I had already had enough to drink. I drank water.
Without preamble, Linda asked, "Do you two shower together?"
Michelin caught her breath and Bobby's ears perked up.
I answered, "Every time we get the chance."
Linda giggled. She said, "Showering with Luke is one of my favorite things." She giggled again, before she added, "I won't ask any more questions."
Bobby made that harrumph noise. I could tell that he had not become completely accustomed to Linda's antics.
A few minutes later Michelin and I were standing in the shower together. The warm water flowed over us. It felt good. I held her.
I asked, "What was the chore you had to perform earlier?"
She answered, "Oh, you know Luke. The Laird instructed me to prepare myself. He indicated he wanted to fuck my arse when we went to his bed."
I said, "You are talking dirty again."
She said, "Yeah. You said I could when we are alone. I'm having fun."
I chuckled and said, "Have fun then. Did you need Linda to help you prepare?"
She answered, "No but I helped her yesterday and she volunteered. I think it was fun for her. She could really get into buggery, I think."
I let my hand slide down and touch her clit. She cooed and melted against me.
I said, "Sorry Baby. Maybe we shouldn't excite each other. We have other obligations in the very near future."
She giggled and let me hold her for another minute. She finally said. "I am very clean inside right now. It would be a good time for you to fuck my arse if you so desired, Sir."
I laughed and imitated her accent. I said, "I think you had better save that for The Laird."
She said, "You are probably right. Could I interest you in a very deep blowjob? I've just learned to suck cock that way."
I answered her, "You need to save that for him too." I paused and asked, "Do you talk dirty when you are with Bobby?"
She answered, "Oh no. He wouldn't tolerate it. I tried it once and he became angry. He said he didn't want me to sound like a cheap whore." In another minute she asked, "Does it make me sound like a cheap whore to you?"
I laughed and replied, "No, I know you are just having fun and I've seen how prim and proper you are in public."
She said, "I don't know why but it makes me so hot, Luke. It makes me feel naughty. When I was little, the old women used to spank me with a switch when I said an ugly word. They said I was naughty."
I held her close and said, "Have fun. You can say all the bad words you want while we are alone." I said, "I'm not an old woman. I like it when you are naughty."
She said, "Well if you won't fuck my arse and I can't interest you in the best blowjob ever, we might just as well finish our bath and go to the great room. I know I can get fucked there."
I swatted her playfully on the butt and said, "Don't take it too far."
She said, "You are acting like an old woman."
I said, "I'll show you an old woman." I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock.
She made a mewing sound and leaned against me while her hand moved up and down the monster's length. She said, "I can't wait to have you inside me again. It's on my bucket list, you know."
I said, "It's on the agenda about an hour from now. Let's finish here." We washed each other.
We dressed and started our walk to the great room. Michelin asked, "Will you enjoy watching me eat your wife's pussy?"
I said, "More dirty talk?" I chuckled and said, "Yes, I enjoy that sort of thing very much. Especially when I know I can fuck either one or both of you anytime I want."
She took that answer without comment but whispered, "I get hot when you talk dirty too."
Still, in the dirty talk mode, I asked, "Is your little pussy still sore?"
She giggled. Her giggles excite me just as dirty words excite her.
She answered, "Yes a little bit. Do not worry about it. I want all your strength and energy every time we are together."
I questioned, "No dirty words?"
She laughed and said, "That was an instructional comment. These are dirty words." She only paused for a second and said, "I'm glad you are concerned about my sore pussy. You don't have to be. I am happy that you think my pussy is little. It means you have a big cock. You made my little pussy sore by jamming your giant cock into it every time you get around me. I love being fucked that way and I expect you to fuck me very hard while The Laird has his dick up my arse, later.
I broke in and said, "You win but that's enough for now." I think she would have gone on forever.
She giggled and whispered. "I'm so horny." I love her giggle. I'm always glad when she is horny."
We walked into the great room and Michelin became very proper.
Bobby and Linda were dancing. Michelin and I stopped to watch for a second. The dance was almost dirty. They were definitely being naughty.
They stopped their antics and greeted us. Michelin went to Bobby and Linda came to me. She whispered in my ear, "I want to dance dirty with you too and I want you to fuck me half to death like you promised."
I said, "You are talking dirty for a white girl."
She giggled for me and said, "Michelin told me that you let her get away with dirty words."
To me, Michelin's giggles are magical and her accent makes them musical. They excite me very much. The monster moves every time I hear one of them. Linda's giggles are better. They have a greater effect on me.
I took Linda's hand and said, "Dance with me right now." I guided her a few steps farther into the room and took her in my arms. We seemed to glide effortlessly together. We have danced together for many years.
I said, "You are learning many things from Michelin, besides dirty words I mean, aren't you?"
She giggled and giggled again when she felt the monster move. The monster moved for her second giggle too.
She answered, "Yes. Isn't she wonderful? Have you enjoyed being with her?"
I answered, "Absolutely, her enthusiasm matches yours and her skills come pretty close." I didn't mention her youth. Linda's anxiety as she approaches middle age is what started this. I asked, "Are you having fun with Bobby?"
Linda ignored my question, she said, "That description of Michelin sounded almost clinical Luke."
I said, "Well, let me put it another way." I hesitated and said, "I have very much enjoyed fucking her hot body this week. She would be a danger and a menace in the bedroom, to any lesser man."
Linda giggled and the monster moved.
The music ended.
I asked, "Do you want another dance?"
She answered, "Yes, one more. After that, I think we should get this party started.
A new musical piece began. We danced slowly together. She rubbed her clit on my thigh, and I felt one of her minies as it moved through her body. She doesn't do that with me very often. It indicated to me that she was excited about me fucking her half to death later. It made me feel warm in the middle.
Linda continued, "Michelin wants to put on another girl show for you boys and after you and Bobby double team her, you and I can go to your room. That is what I am looking forward to."
I replied, "It sounds like you and Michelin scripted the whole thing."
Linda answered, "We did talk about it. I guess it is scripted. Bobby is the only one who doesn't know what is about to happen. I like that. I'll bet there aren't many surprises in his life. He deserves one every now and then. I definitely want to watch when she deep throats him for the first time."
I said, "Damn, you do know everything, don't you?"
Linda giggled and the monster moved. She replied, "Michelin and I are friends. We talk."
I said, "See if you can, make the girl show last a little longer tonight. I have something I want to say to Bobby, while the two of you girls have him in a good mood."
She said, "I can do that. I hope what you have to say is good."
I answered her, "If he acts on my advice it will be very good." I continued, "Get both of you naked as soon as possible, then dance in the firelight. Give me an extra ten minutes if you can."
The music ended again and we joined the other couple. They were sitting together in the love seat. Bobby indicated our drinks on the table. Mine was a double Crown and Linda's was a glass of her white wine.
I said, "Thank you, Sir." I sat in a winged back chair and little bitty Linda curled up on my lap. She felt like a child sitting there. We all had our drinks with little conversation.
Michelin waited until Linda finished her wine. She kissed Bobby and rose from her seat. She came to us, took Linda's hand in hers and asked, "Would you dance with me, Linda?"
She leaned down and pretended to whisper in Linda's ear. She spoke loud enough for Linda and me to hear but not Bobby. She said, "I'm going to eat your wife's pussy, just like you taught me. You can watch if you like, Luke."
I thought, "More dirty talk."
She tugged Linda from her seat and they moved nearer the fireplace to dance
Bobby had gone to the bar. I soon had another glass of whisky in my hand.
He locked his eyes on the two women. He said. "I think, we are to be treated to another show but it will be a little different, I think."
I asked, "Different?"
He answered, "Michelin has taken the dominant position. She is leading. I'll bet she is going to make your wife cum and I'll bet they planned it, soon after your request this afternoon."
I said, "Women are devious creatures and those might be two of the worst."
He asked, "Are you still up for our part of the show, with Michelin?
I answered, "Hell yes. I am looking forward to it."
He chuckled and said, "WE should switch responsibilities in that endeavor. She would very much like it if you buggered her. She has never given that part of her to any man but me."
I answered, "I guess I should say thank you for the offer but that is not my thing. I had rather we do her just as we did Linda.
He said, "I am fine with that.
The girls were undressing each other. Bobby never took his eyes from them.
We watched in silence until the girls were naked. The firelight embellished the scene. I said, "Bobby that is erotic beyond measure."
He replied, "That it is."
I decided just to be forward with him and say what I had to say. I asked, "Bobby, do you love that beautiful dark-haired girl?"
His eyes left them and came to me. He said, "Aye, I do my friend. It was very difficult for me to agree for her to have you. Are you asking for my true feelings?"
I nodded.
He went on, "When she was nine years old, the children of the Manor put on a Christmas show. I had known her since she was a babe but I think I fell in love with her that night. She was the prettiest little girl and I watched her grow each time I came home to visit. Of all the children, she became my favorite.
The narrative continued. "I traveled the world for my job most of the time, while she was growing up. I married, my wife died and I spent two years in your country. That is when I met your Linda. Of course, I couldn't have her. She had you and your son."
"I finished my work in your country and came home," he said. "Michelin was twenty, two years of age. She had blossomed into the beautiful young woman she is. The way I loved her changed radically. I was excessively old for her but I wanted her beyond reason. She always made me know she was available to me. When I could stand it no longer, I asked her to come to my bed. She came to me without reservation. She professed her love for me, saying she could not remember when she didn't love me. She came to my bed anytime I was home after that."
When I gained control of The Manor, I elevated her to the position she now holds. She comes to my bed most nights but I do not try to possess her. I have encouraged her to be involved with younger men and find someone who could help her build a life. She has had other lovers, as have I."
He continued, "The truth is I had to be with your Linda. Her visit is the fulfillment of a thousand dreams for me. I have dreamed of her at least a thousand times. I have thought of her every day. She is more than I ever dreamed she would be."
He paused and continued. "I think I love Michelin as much as you love your Linda. I know that love to be very deep. Linda has talked about your relationship much while she has been here. I followed your advice and asked her to explain how the two of you became able to have sex with others. I think you use the term swingers. She spent several hours explaining, as best she could. She told me how hard it was for you to allow it to happen the first time. I think I understand. Basically, it is the result of a prenuptial agreement that you never believed you would have to honor."
His story progressed, "I explained to Michelin my need for Linda and she understood. She thought it was a beautiful story. The failed love of my past could now come to be with me. She talked to the two of you on the phone and fell in love with both of you, I think. She demanded that I encourage Linda to come here."
"Later she asked me to allow you to come also," he said. "I knew the meaning of her request. If I had said no, she would have honored my wish. I had no right to tell her no. I do not own her and she has the right to live her own life."
Bobby continued, "Now I am pleased that you came. I have never seen Michelin glow the way she does with you. I have reveled in the emotion I have received from Linda. I can physically feel it when I hold her. I know she can never love me the way she loves you. Whatever she gives me is much more than I ever expected. You are so lucky to have her. I am lucky that you could share her these few days. She has explained your Hall Pass system. I know she wouldn't have come here without your consent."
He waited and then said, "I need to tell you something and I want to be frank."
I nodded.
He said, "Linda and I have been sexually active and compatible this whole week. It has been as if we just continued what we started ten years ago. We have had sex in many ways and in many places." He paused and said, "This is what I want you to know. I have never seen her naked."
I said, "Look there Bobby. She is naked now, for us both to see."
He answered, "Nay Lad." After a short pause, he said, "She is wearing your rings and the necklace you gave her. I have never seen her without either of those things. I read the inscription on the necklace as she slept close to me last night. I assume you are aware, she values your love for her above all other things."
The girls were humping each other on the bearskin. We put our conversation on hold to watch for a minute. The monster became aroused.
I asked, "Where did that bearskin come from. Are there bears that large here?"
The girl's activities were starting to become serious. Linda was grinding her pussy into Michelin's face. I thought I should finish my conversation with Bobby.
He answered, "No Luke. That brute came from Kodiak Island in your State of Alaska. I was privileged to hunt there several years ago. That skin is over ten feet measured for height or span. In life, he stood over eight feet on his hind legs. There are not many of that size left. Sometimes I wish I hadn't taken him. I should have shot a lesser animal and left him to enhance the gene pool. I was younger then and thought bigger was better."
I only paused a second. I ask, "Why in the world are you not married to her." I nodded toward the girls. Michelin was actively eating Linda with gusto.
He answered as we watched. He said, "Ah, Sir. I am far too old for her."
I Gave him no time at all. I said, "I think we have started to forge the bonds of a real friendship."
He nodded and said, "I believe that too." His eyes locked on the girls again.
I said, "Are we close enough for me to say, I believe you to be a damn fool."
His eyes came away from the girls and back to me.
I said, "You should marry her tomorrow and have her pregnant by the end of next week."

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He stared at me but said nothing.

I continued, "In the first place she loves you. Let me tell you what she said to me the other night. We had just finished an act where she had thoroughly pleased me. I told her I wanted her to go home with me. She thought I was serious. Do you know what she said?"
He looked at me with the question in his eyes.
I said, "She told me that she loved The Laird and her place was here with him." Another time she said that what she wanted most was to have your babies but you thought you were too old. She said that you weren't too old, you were a beautiful man." I know you must be damn good in the bedroom or Linda would have asked to go home by now.
He had forgotten about the girls. Linda was on the verge of climax.
I continued, "If you don't marry her, sooner or later some big dicked ne'er-do-well who can't support her will come here and take her from you. It is every woman's purpose in life to make babies. She wants to make her's with you. Don't make her settle for a lesser man. Talk about giant bears and gene pools. You are a damn fool, Sir."
Linda orgasmed audibly. We turned back to watch them. Michelin continued as nothing had happened.
He became serious. "Luke, my friend, did you not hear me. I am her senior by thirty years. I have sixty, two years. I am far too old to marry her."
I said, "Yeah, and you're not getting younger, are you? You, are in fact a damn fool, Sir. I can't even imagine not having Linda when I grow old."
He made the harrumph sound and asked, "What would she have fifteen years from now when I am gone?"
I answered, "If she is lucky, she will have three or four of your children. They will love her and care for her in her old age. You can leave her as much wealth as you are able. Most importantly, she can have fifteen more years of memories of being with the only man she has ever loved. If you don't marry her, I might kick your ass. If I can't do it, I'll get Uncle Artair to help me."
Linda screamed this time. That took my attention back to the girls. Her head was wallowing back and forth. Her wheat-colored hair was flying everywhere. I couldn't see what Michelin was doing but she was doing it very well. Linda's hips rolled and bucked. She assaulted Michelins face with her pussy. Her ass was bouncing away from the bearskin. She screamed again, louder.
I didn't get any response from Bobby and I didn't have anything else to say. I stripped as I walked to the bearskin.
I walked up beside them. Linda had already curled up into a little ball. She lay there holding her pussy in both hands, breathing hard and making unintelligible moaning noises. I looked down at Michelin. She was a little better off than Linda.
I said, "Come on girl, you know the drill."
She giggled and rose to stand in front of me. I took her into my arms and kissed her. I said, "You smell of strawberries.
She answered, "I've had my face buried in Linda's pussy for the last half hour."
I thought, "More dirty talk." I said, "Oh, that's why you taste so good."
She guided me down to lie on my back. She straddled me on her knees and slowly encased the monster's shaft inside her little sore pussy. She said, "Follow my instructions. Lie still and let me ride you." Watch what happens when the Laird puts his cock in my mouth."
I stole a look at Linda. She had totally recovered. Her hair was not in a ponytail tonight but it was hardly ruffled. She sat cross-legged, watching as Micheline rocked back and forth while she ground her clitoris into my pubic bone. Linda looked fresh. How does she do that?
Michelin brought herself to the brink of orgasm. She said, "I'm going to cum Luke. Lie still and let me have this one by myself. I felt her pussy squeeze and hold. She continued her grind.
Michelin became vocal but not loud. She said, "Yes-Yes-God Almighty-Yes. I'm cumming. Be still. Let me fuck you." Her orgasm was far more than a mini but less than her usual big one. She seemed to enjoy it. I enjoyed it. Her pussy was milking me.
Bobby appeared beside us. I had almost the same view, that I had last night, except this girl's hair is dark. From two feet away I saw Bobby slip his dick into her mouth. She just let it keep going until her face was pressing into his belly and her lips wrapped around the base of his hard cock.
I wished I could see Bobbies face but I couldn't. I saw his hands grip the sides of her head and he started to fuck her. He was doing the same long and slow strokes he had used with Linda before. He kept fucking her. Micheline handled it fine.
He kept fucking her and after a full minute, there was a slight increase in his tempo. He kept fucking her. His strokes became quicker and more forceful. He kept fucking her. I saw his cock move in and out of her face. Her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft and Michelin was breathing almost normally through her nose, when she could. I felt so proud of her. He increased his pace again and continued fucking her.
I thought, "He had pulled out and left Linda long before this, last night." He kept fucking her.
I snuck a look at Linda. She was calmly sitting there and smiling. She caught me looking and giggled as she winked at me. Michelin had told her this was going to happen. Linda was definitely enjoying the show.
Bobby kept fucking Michelin. I thought, "He has to stop soon. She can't take this. I was worried about her. She was doing fine. She kept fucking me."
Bobby's position changed slightly. I could see his face now. He was slack-jawed and his eyes were fixed in a trance-like state. He fucked her and kept fucking her. It seemed to go on forever.
Suddenly, Bobby lost it. His nuts tried to jump up into his body. I could see the throb of his cock in Michelin's cheeks. I couldn't see it but I know he spewed all his cum down her throat. It was over in another twenty seconds.
Linda was rocking back and forth and laughing, quietly.
Bobby pulled his cock away from his woman. I could see it deflate. He bent over and whispered something to Michelin. He then left us to our own devices and staggered away to collapse close to Linda.
Michelin laid her body on top of me. She kept up her grind. I heard a low but unmistakable Scottish giggle. She whispered, "He said he would have to bugger me later."
She kept fucking me but she gave me a command. She said, "Roll me over and fuck me as hard as you can. Make me as sore as you can. I want them both to see you make me cum.
I caught a look at Bobby and Linda. They were sitting together, holding hands and watching intently.
I rolled Michelin onto her back. Her ankles locked somewhere behind me as her arms went around my neck. I pounded her little sore pussy with all my strength and energy just as she had requested. She bucked and accepted my every thrust. I fucked her hard this way until I got my scream. It was the loudest of the evening. I think she was putting on, a bit. The rock walls rattled. I could still smell strawberries on her face.
When it was over and everything had stopped moving, I collapsed on top of her limp body. I rolled off her and lay there in a state of exhaustion. I peeked at Linda. She was sitting in the same position as before with Bobby. She was pouting. It seemed as if her lower lip was stuck out three inches.
I don't know how but I had kept the monster under control. I hadn't cum and I hadn't lost my erection.
I rolled to my side so I could hide it from the group. I hoped it would subside enough that I could smuggle it out of here. I had successfully saved it for my wife. I wanted to surprise her with it.
I lay there for several minutes while I breathed deeply and tried to recover some of my strength. Michelin's breath rate came back to normal and she was making contented cooing sounds. Bobby and Linda sat there, held hands and watched. Linda was still pouting.
Finally, I gathered enough strength to rise to my hands and knees. I bent over Michelin and softly brushed my lips against her's. She cooed. This time I detected the odor of strawberries and orange blossoms both. The monster was confused. He jerked twice but then went back into his cool down mode.
I rose shakily to my feet and took a few seconds to make myself stable. My erection had weakened very little, so I kept my back to the audience.
I stepped to where my pants lay on the floor. I put them on and wedged my hard cock behind the waistband. I gathered the rest of my things. I found Linda's Dress and shoes and took them to her.
I looked down at Bobby and asked, "May I have her back now?" He held her hand up and placed it on mine. He didn't speak.
I helped Linda to her feet, dropped her dress over her head and closed the zipper. I brushed her hand across the hard thing in my pants. She threw her arms around me and kissed me. I ground my hardness into her belly.
She whispered, "You saved it for me."
I said I'm going to fuck you half to death. Have you read your pendant lately? A most radiant smile replaced the pout on her face.
Without further interaction, we left Bobby and Michelin together and went to my room.
We walked into the room and I closed the door. Linda turned to face me. I held her close and kissed her. The monster moved against her belly button. I unzipped her and she let her dress crumple around her feet. My pants fell to the floor. The monster sprang forth in celebration of his freedom. He stood at attention and tried to enter her body through her belly button.
She giggled as she does at home.
I asked in a whisper, "What now, my love?"
She answered in the little girl voice that I love, "I want to get all clean and sparkly for you and share the best, I'm-going-to-love-you-forever-session, we have ever had."
I had a different Idea. I spoke softly and distinctly. I said, "That sounds really nice for later. I haven't been alone with you for five days. Right now, I need an especially mind-blowing and satisfying quickie. I assaulted her.
She giggled as I picked her up and carried her to the bed. One of the reasons I love her is, she always accepts my aggressive moments with enthusiasm. We fell into bed together. We skipped the foreplay. I found my way inside her warmth and wetness before the bed stopped bouncing. In fact, the bed never stopped bouncing.
I stroked her long and hard. I rode high in her channel and positioned the monster to attack her rough spot with his head and several inches of his shaft with every thrust. I banged her clit with the monster's root and my pubic bone.
She came almost immediately. It was a nice comfortable cum for her. She hadn't expected it. I felt her quiver as it coursed through her little girl body. Her only vocalizations were sweet moans that sounded like music to my ears.
I pounded her. She whispered, "I can feel the next one starting deep in my belly Luke. It's building slowly. It's going to be a big one."
I took longer. It began and then spread outward. It slowly became more powerful as it took control of more and more of her being.
She said, in a conversational tone, "Come with me this time."
The monster took this as a command. I redoubled my efforts and I felt the monster swell and pulse as my orgasm began to rise in me.
She came first. She screamed for God to help her. She exploded. Her body convulsed. Her pussy grabbed the monster. It felt like she was trying to separate him from my body and take possession of him. Her vocalizations became loud but incoherent. She went over the top and started down.
My spasms were just starting. I pounded her but paused at her deepest place for each one, as I do. My toes curled. I emptied myself. Every muscle in my body was burning. My pace slowed but I kept fucking her.
She had another one. It was smaller and lighter. All I felt was a series of shudders that moved through her. The only sound was a soft stutter that made no sense. As it ended, I rolled off her.
I thought, "It's over and I am still conscious."
She said, "Damn Luke." She snuggled close to me and we both became still.
I lay there holding her and reveling in the love we have for each other.
An hour passed. I went to that place between sleep and wakefulness.
I heard her say, "Damn Luke." A while later she said, "Give me a few minutes then come shower with me. That's standard in our lovemaking. She tried to slip away from me but I held her in place. She said, "I have to get up Luke.
I said, "Let me hold you for one more little minute."
She snuggled close and kissed me under my chin. I held her close and she allowed me to hold her for another two or three minutes. She slipped out of my grasp and out of my bed. I felt terribly alone.
I thought about my conversation with Bobby. He might throw me off the property tomorrow morning.
I heard the shower. I joined Linda there. We hurried a quick wash and dry. I went back to bed and Linda came to me after drying her hair. I love the smell of strawberries.
We curled up together in our spoon position and in a few minutes, we were warm and comfortable.
I asked, "Are you alright?"
She replied with a slight giggle, "I'm fine Luke. I needed the shower. I felt like I had just been fucked half to death by a machine."
I said, "As per your own instructions, Ma'am."
She laughed and squeezed the monster in her hand.
I asked, "What now, green-eyed blond that I love so much?"
She answered, "Is this a truth time?"
I said, "Yes, that's a good idea. Let's make this a truth time."
She said, "I want you to tell me you love me and repeat the message whenever you think about it. I want you to hold me this way while we sleep through to morning."
I asked, "No sex?"
She said, "Damn Luke. You just fucked me as if I was one of those oriental whores you used to run with. I want you to hold me and tell me you love me."
I said, "I do love you." I added, "Read your necklace."
She giggled for me and wiggled her naked butt against me. She said, "I read it just before you got in the shower with me. I read it again before I came back to your bed." In a few seconds she continued, "Do you know that I love you?"
I squeezed her small body closer and answered, "Yes."
We were both quiet for a time. Linda was breathing regularly and I thought she was sleeping. I was enjoying being with her. I thought, "This is the best thing that has happened this week."
She asked, "What did you need to talk to Bobby about."
I said, "I told him if he didn't marry Michelin I was going to kick his ass."
She sat up on the bed and looked at me. She said, "Surely you didn't do that." In a moment, she came to realize I had done it. She said, "You may have pissed him off to the point he may try to kick your ass."
I said, "No, I don't think it will come to that. If he were going to do that, he would have already done it." I added, "We will see what happens. It would be good if he decided to marry her rather than take the ass kicking."
Linda snuggled back with me. She said, "Yes, it would." She giggled.
A minute later, she asked, "This wasn't about me, was it?"
I asked, "What do you mean?"
She said, "Well, you have kicked somebody's ass over me before. Have you been jealous while I was with Bobby, this week? Remember this a truth time."
I waited a while before I answered her. I had to think about it. It was a truth time. I said, "Sweetheart, I am always jealous when you are with someone else. Truthfully, I have had less of a problem with Bobby than I had with Karl. I try very hard not to think about it. Michelin is a little jealous of you and Bobby. We helped each other, I think." I asked, "Do you get jealous?"
She thought before she answered. She said, "When I have been alone with Bobby or Karl, I go without thinking about it. I get jealous when I see you with someone else. Especially if you are doing something that we do together or if you treat her the way you treat me." A second later she added, "I was never jealous when I saw you with Barbra Porter. I was very jealous while I watched you with Michelin tonight. You both were having too much fun."
I asked, "Are you always jealous when you see me with Michelin?"
She started crying, not hard and not loud. She tried to hide it from me but I knew it was happening. She sniffled and said, "She is younger than me and prettier than me. I can see she is infatuated with you. You have told me she is enthusiastic in all her interactions with you. We became friends before we came here and I really do like her. I do get jealous of her. I can't help it."
I said, "She is younger than you. She can't help that. You are prettier than she is. You were infatuated with me once but now, I know you love me. You have always been enthusiastic with me." In a stern voice, I said, "Read your damn necklace."
She sat up in bed and peered at the small gold pendant. She read it aloud word for word. I pulled her down close to me.
She rolled on top of me and kissed me. She whispered, "I promised you a, I'm-going-to- love-you-forever-fuck, didn't I?"
I said, "Since this is a truth time, let me say this. I would like to have a rain check on that. We can consider that you owe me one. There has been a lot of sex this week and we damn near fucked each other blind an hour ago. The monster and I could both use a break and I had rather just hold you and love you this way, anyway."
She giggled for me and said, "Okay."
In a minute she asked, "Do you think we made this visit too long? I think three days would have been enough."
I thought about it. I said, "I think you are right. We need to remember that when we schedule future events."
She asked, "Do you think there will be future events?"
I said, "We have already promised Bobby and Michelin, and we will be back here to inspect our car before it is shipped." I invited Bobby to come visit us." I felt her shiver. I paused and added, "Everything we have done has been fun, hasn't it?"
I got another giggle. She simply said, "Yes."
I thought, "We have become swingers."
I said, "I want to hear about the relationship you and Bobby are developing."
She replied, "When this trip is over and we are naked and together in our home and our bed, I will want to talk with you about that."
Quiet returned. I had some second thoughts about my conversation with Bobby, earlier.
Linda made herself comfortable close to me and fell asleep. I enjoyed holding her for a few minutes more and then I slept.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hall Pass - 22 - Last full day in Scotland - Part 1

By: LewdLuke
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Linda and I were both shocked into wakefulness. I couldn't identify the sound in my half-asleep brain but it was obnoxious, loud and rough to the ears. Linda was quicker than I was. She said, "It's the intercom. Answer it."
I reached for it. It was that old black telephone sitting on the bedside table. I jerked the receiver off the hook as quickly as I could. I was afraid the damn thing was going to ring again. If this thing woke me every morning, I would soon suffer from shell shock.
I said, "Hello."
Bobby said, "Good morning my friend. If it can be done, Michelin and I would like to have you and Linda meet with us, for breakfast." He continued. "This is your last full day with us and we need to make plans early. I need to know your preference for several options. We should have talked about it earlier."
I agreed to meet at eight and we hung up. The speaker in the devil's machine was as loud as the buzzer. Linda had heard both sides of the conversation.
She said, "He sounded as if he is in a good mood and he called you friend. Maybe he isn't going to kick us out."
I answered, "Most likely, he isn't willing to give up his last night with you, Pretty Girl." I got my first giggle of the day.
She asked, "What time is it?"
I looked at my watch. I was almost afraid to touch it. It was sitting next to that damned black phone. I answered her, "Six, thirty."
She said, "We've got time for a quickie." She had my morning wood in her hand anyway. She put it in her mouth.
My brain-fog was gone. I became interested in what she had in mind, immediately. I didn't want a quickie. I wanted to make love to the woman I love so much. I was glad we hadn't worn ourselves out completely last night. We can have this experience now. Both of us have enjoyed lots of sex this week but we were starved for each other. I thought, "Fuck you Bobby, my friend. We might be late."
I let her suck the monster until he was at full staff. She was using all her special techniques alternately. I almost forgot to make her stop. I pulled her up and on top of me. I kissed her as I rolled her over. I licked each nipple in turn and puffed air on them between licks and sucks, just for fun. They both snapped to attention. Linda was cooing.
I let my tongue wander south until I came to her belly button. I lingered there long enough to give her navel a tongue bath and the same little puffs of air I had given her tits. I moved on and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her pelvis squirmed and she moaned.
I tried to slip a finger inside her. She was moist but not wet. I almost never find her in this condition. She is always wet long before it's time to penetrate her in any way. I thought, "She might have been overworked this week."
I brought my finger to my mouth and wet it with saliva. I slipped the finger inside while I was tonguing her clit. I gently approached and caressed her sweet spot. She whimpered and forced my face tighter into her vee. In a minute or two, she was ready for the monster. She was very ready. She had become extremely wet. She asked me to fuck her. I crawled up her body and stuck my tongue in her mouth. We kissed and our tongues wrestled with one another. The monster found his way into her with practiced ease. We had done this before.
I fucked her pussy slowly. She broke our kiss and whispered, "You taste like strawberries." She paused and said, "We're going to do this for a long time, aren't we?"
I replied, "We might be late for breakfast."
"I don't care," she said.
I continued to slide in and out of her. Her Kegel muscles came into play and the monster received a most delightful massage.
She said, "M-m-m-m-m."
I fucked her slowly. Her hips rocked under me and she whispered love words in my ear. I kept fucking her.
Our dialog stopped. We continued to fuck each other. We were in harmony. Twenty minutes passed.
She said, "I want to be on top." I helped her get there.
I lay still and let her fuck me. She fucked me slowly. There was no urgency. Her pussy moved my cock around in circles and she ground her clit against my pubic bone on each down stroke. I began to help her. We know each other very well. We have done this for hours in the past. She continued to fuck me.
I noticed her wetness. Her juices were flowing now. They leaked out of her and down into my pubic hair. We fucked.
She was vocalizing continuously now but not saying anything. Moans, coos and whimpers streamed from her.
Half an hour passed. She whispered, "Be ready Luke."
I replied, "I am on the edge waiting for you. Make it happen."
Fifteen seconds later, it happened. In the tone she would use for conversation, she said, "I'm cumming Luke.
Not much changed in our movement. I did grab a double hand full of her ass. I used the advantage to fuck her a little deeper and slightly faster. Her orgasm raged through her body. Her pussy squeezed my cock and held on. She said my name half a dozen times and finished with, "Oh God, thank you for my Luke."
When it was over, I felt her weakness as it started to overtake her. I rolled her onto her back and fucked her a little harder. She came again. I knew she would. She usually does. I shared this one with her.
Our souls merged. We became one being at the time of our mutual orgasm. Time dilated. There was no past or future. Only now, was real. Now could last indefinitely. In the past, we have stayed there for so long that a raging hunger for food was the thing that brought us back. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket woven of our love. Every emotion we had ever felt for each other flooded over us. In the physical world, I felt my orgasm and hers too. My juices erupted from my body and filled hers. The act necessary for procreation was complete. Mother Nature was satisfied and happy with us. She put a mark on the positive side of our ledger.
Mother Nature is neither pleased nor satisfied by any other act. If my seed falls wasted on the ground or shot into Linda's mouth, Mother Nature frowns. I am weak. I have committed these sins in search of momentary pleasures.
Mother Nature hates fucking rubbers. I hate them too. A man's precious fluids are supposed to be placed deep inside a vagina, with authority. I think Mother Nature must be doubly pissed at Bobby. He used a condom and fucked Linda in the ass. I put these thoughts away.
Linda and I were satisfied. I collapsed on top of her and she bore my weight. I relaxed and lay there. I could feel the burn in my muscles subside. Linda was crying softly. I rolled off her and gathered her into our spoon position. We are well practiced in this maneuver too. It happens automatically.
Linda whispered, "I went to the place where love lives."
I said, "Yes I know. Don't you remember? I was with you."
She giggled and said, "Yes. I do remember." The crying stopped. In a moment, she continued, "I'm hungry." I realized I was famished. I felt like I hadn't eaten in days.
I thought about the time I had told Michelin that I had my best sex ever with her. I had lied. I knew I was lying when I said it. I forgave myself. It was a white lie for her benefit.
Linda said, "I love you, Luke."
I answered, "Read your pendant."
She giggled.
We made it to the informal dining room almost on time. We were two or three minutes late at the most. I apologized for being late. I opined that we had a hard time getting out of bed."
Bobby smiled and let us off the hook. He understood.
Linda gave Bobby a peck on the cheek and I kissed Michelin's forehead but we sat together on the other side of the table.
I said, "Bobby, about last night..."
He held the palm of his hand up, indicating that I should be quiet.
He said. "Please allow me to speak. Something wonderful has happened." He paused long enough for tension and curiosity to build in Linda and me.
Michelin broke in. She asked, "May I tell them?"
Bobby nodded.
She said, "The Laird..." She stopped and corrected herself. She said, "Bobby."
That grabbed my attention. I had never heard her call him Bobby, while in his presence.
She went on, "Bobby has asked me to be his wife and I have accepted." She smiled and cast her eyes down. Her face turned bright red. Unlike Linda's, her blush was very real.
Linda bound from her chair and choked Bobby with her hug. She kissed his cheek with more vigor this time. She moved to Michelin and they hugged. I heard Linda whisper, "I am so happy for you."
Michelin allowed Linda to linger with her for a few moments before she returned to sit beside me.
Linda was bubbly. Pending weddings do that to women. She anxiously made a request. She said, "Tell us how he proposed."
Michelin leaned into Bobby and brushed her lips against his. She brought his hand up from her lap and kissed it. Her eyes locked with mine for a second before she shifted her attention back to Linda.
She imitated Bobby's voice and said, "He said Harrumph. I have been a horse's ass and a damn fool to boot. I have been totally derelict in pursuit of a proper relationship with you." She paused there and said, "I was terrified." She continued, "He said I intend to marry you tomorrow and have you pregnant by the end of next week." She hesitated and switched back to her own voice. She said, "He flushed my birth control pills down the toilet."
I chuckled to myself. I was pleased that Bobby had used my words in his proposal, such as it was. I shook my head and looked at Bobby. He smiled at me. He seemed very pleased with himself.
Cook came and took our orders. I asked for a full Scottish breakfast with two extra eggs and all the trimmings. Linda laughed at me. She ordered a large fruit bowl, a large bowl of porridge, two thick slices of toast with jam and butter and two eggs with bacon. I have never seen her eat so much.
I whispered to her, "I love you, Linda."
She answered sweetly, so only I could hear, "I know, I read my necklace. I think I'm going to have Ron make me one for you. I don't want you to forget how much I love you." She stopped to look into my eyes. She said, "I think we are going to have the opportunity to sleep together tonight. Will you fuck me half to death?"
I kissed her cheek but didn't answer her.
Bobby said, "We can have our breakfast in leisure. There is no longer any need for haste."
I asked, "What has changed?"
He answered, "We had intended to have the ceremony today because we wanted you both to be in attendance. I called the village priest after I talked to you this morning. He said there is a significant amount of government paperwork that has to be complied with and the best we can hope for is Wednesday next." He asked, "Could you possibly stay.
I answered immediately, "Sadly no, Bobby. My work suffers in my absence and I have two important meetings this coming week. One is on Wednesday. I wish we could stay."
The girls chattered incessantly through the remainder of the meal. Bobby and I couldn't converse at all. I fail to understand how but Linda ate every bite of the food she ordered.
The last morsel on the table disappeared into someone's mouth. A few minutes later, Michelin reached across the table and touched Linda's hand. She said, "Please walk with me. I need a few minutes of your time."
I nodded my consent when Linda looked at me. The girls held hands as they departed. Their chatter rose to a new level.
Bobby started to speak.
I held up my palm to silence him. I said, "Tell me the truth now. It was the threat of an ass whipping that precipitated this turn of events, wasn't it?"
He literally laughed aloud. He said, "Luke, you are the first man to threaten me with an arse kicking in these last fifty years." I've endured three arse whippings in my lifetime. One came from my father. The next was from my mother. The final one was from a little girl that lived down the lane. All of them happened before I was twelve years old."
We both laughed. I said, "Well Sir. I am certainly glad you didn't call my bluff."
He replied, "I know you are being kind Luke. Really though I wasn't concerned with you, so much. Do you really believe Artair would help kick my arse if you asked?"
I grinned and said, "Where your bride-to-be is concerned, he might. He told me yesterday that she was his favorite little girl in the whole world and he had raised her from a pup. He loves her very much and she him, for your information. They are family." I paused and continued, "I think he was letting me know that he would kill me if I mistreated her. He was always cordial and he did agree to build the car for me. Still, I think he might be a vicious little bastard inside. If I ever have a tussle with you, I would welcome him as an accomplice."
Bobby laughed, he said, "I know we both hope and believe it could never come to that."
He paused and said, "The girls won't be gone long. I do want us to talk seriously before they return. I am sure that Michelin will convey some of the same thoughts to Linda that I have for you."
I said, "I have one serious thought for you."
He looked questioningly at me.
I said, "Congratulations, to you and your Lady. I know you are about to enhance both of your lives considerably.
He answered, "No one here would have the guts to talk to me the way you did last night. I think you are a friend. Thank you for making me see the light."
I smiled and nodded to acknowledge his words.
He went on, "I hope that you and Linda will understand when I say that Michelin and I would like to terminate our sexual involvement for the rest of your visit. It has been wonderful and we hope to share that with you again at the time of our next visit. Now, we want to concentrate on each other."
I slapped the back of his hand and said, "Of course, Bobby. I would expect nothing less." I paused and asked, "Are you saying that there is a chance Michelin would want to trifle with the likes of me after she is married to a man of your stature?"
He answered, "We have entered into a prenuptial agreement similar to yours and Linda's. We intend to emulate what you have done with your Hall Pass system. It seems to work for you. I promised Michelin that I would always give her a pass to be with you anytime you could be together. She has said that I may be with Linda in the future. I don't think she would have agreed to marry me without this arrangement. She said you were on her bucket list. I will have to research the concept of a bucket list."
I asked, "I assume that you will want me to allow Linda to sleep in my bed tonight and I should endeavor to take care of her needs."
He said, "Oh yes, if you would Luke. You are making this so easy for me."
I laughed hard and banged my head lightly on the table a few times. Bobby looked at me as if I had gone around the bend, mentally.
I asked, "Bobby, Do you believe there is a man on this planet who would not be thrilled at the thought of sleeping with Linda and taking care of her needs tonight." I laughed and said, "You of all men should be able to answer that question."
He looked at me sheepishly. He said, "Yes Quite. She truly is a tigress." He hesitated then added, "Michelin and I have been so afraid of offending you."
We were laughing together when the girls returned. We all greeted each other with kisses and hugs. Both the girls were elated and bubbling with enthusiasm. They settled down enough for Bobby to call the meeting to order.
He said, "I have only one main order of business. He looked at me and said, "The first option. We can get you both packed up today and we can drive to Edinburgh this afternoon. We could have dinner and a night on the town in very elegant surroundings. Butler has informed me that your flight tomorrow is scheduled to depart at four PM. The airline requires you to be at the ticket counter one hour early. We could sleep late and maybe do a short tour somewhere in the city, before your report-in time."
He continued, "The other option is to spend the night here and drive into Edinburgh tomorrow morning. I can easily get you to the aerodrome on time."
I asked, "What is your preference, Linda?"
She replied, "Oh Luke. Let's stay here. I love the room that Bobby has given you and I want to sleep with you in that big feather bed one more night."
I said, "That is my vote too."
Bobby said, "So shall it be. Everyone must be packed and prepared by ten AM." If we spend an hour having lunch at the same inn we stopped at coming here, I can still have you in Edinburgh two hours early."
I said, "I have a minor request. I would like to be the one who informs Artair of the upcoming nuptials."
Michelin giggled.
Bobby said, "I am so sorry Luke. I am sure he knows by now. He has driven Butler to the village to pick up the documents that Michelin and I must submit. I believe, Butler has surely informed him by now."
I said, 'Oh well. I will want to see him and say goodbye, anyway. He may have more questions about our project."
Bobby said, "I would like to walk with you. We can go in the afternoon. He will be back by then."
Linda said, "Maybe I can spend a few minutes with Michelin while you two do that."
Bobby said, "Let's all meet in the Great Room at two." Everyone agreed.
As I escorted my wife back to my room she asked, "What shall we do, between now and two o'clock?"
I answered, "I want to get naked and snuggle with you in that big feather bed, for as long as we can."
She giggled and said, "I'll bet you just want to fuck me."
I replied, "We'll see." We laughed together.
She said, "I will allow you to fuck me silly if you want."
I asked, "Dirty words again?"
She giggled and said, "Michelin says that you get hot for her when she talks ugly."
I answered, "I am always hot for you. You don't have to talk ugly."
She stopped me and whispered in my ear. She said, "I would like for you to take the clothes off me and snuggle with me in the big feather bed. Sometime before two, I would enjoy it if you would insert your penis into my vagina and wiggle it around until I come so hard, I am no longer capable of rational thought."
I said, "You want me to fuck you silly, don't you?"
She answered, "Yes."
Ten minutes later, we were snuggling naked in the big feather bed.
Linda said, "I have had so much sex this week and yet I feel abandoned and deprived of you, Luke. I am glad that this trip is over. I think it will take a long time to catch up with being close to you. I have missed you while we weren't together."
I asked, "Did you not enjoy being with Bobby?"
She only paused a second, before asking, "Are you steering me into a truth time." (A, "truth time," is time shared by Luke and Linda when all questions must be answered truthfully and honestly. Even small white lies are outlawed. This is part of what makes their arrangement work.)
I answered, "No, I just asked a question but we can do that if you have the need."
She said, "We don't usually do this until we are home in our bed but I don't want to wait that long. The extracurricular sex for this trip is over. I do feel the need. Let this be a truth time." She hesitated and asked, "What was the question?"
I answered, "I asked, did you not enjoy being with Bobby?"
She answered, "I enjoyed being with Bobby very much. I did not enjoy being without you. Do you understand?"
I answered, "I think so. I missed you very much too." Next, I asked, "What did you like most about being with Bobby?"
She asked, "I just answered a question for you. Isn't it my turn?"
I chuckled and admitted she was right." Rules are rules.
She said, "Tell me about the first time that you and Michelin had sex."
I said, "Of course, it was the first night in the hotel in Edinburgh. The room was dark and cold. There was rain falling on the windowpanes. Michelin and I were naked and cuddling close in a warm feather bed like this one. She felt warm and smooth to my touch. I didn't feel like we were making love but we had very good sex, even that first time.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I experienced Déjà vu. It was as if we had been together previously. I felt completely familiar and comfortable with her. I enjoyed being with her that first time very much." After a moment I said, "My turn. What did you enjoy most about having sex with Bobby?"

She answered, "He totally dominated me, Luke. His style is not like yours. You are always conscious of my needs and so willing to satisfy them. You are soft and gentle with me until I ask you to give me more. He just took me when and how he wanted me. He was dominating and I submitted to him every time. I could have served him just as well if I had been a rubber, blow-up, fuck doll. All I had to do to please him was be there. Deep inside, I really am a submissive. He didn't always fuck me the same way."
Linda continued, "The first time he made sure, I was wet and penetrated me deeply. He fucked me slowly but forcefully at first but faster and harder as his orgasm grew inside of him. I could feel it happening. He took a very long time. I had my first orgasm sneak up on me. It happened just a minute or so after he entered me. It was strong and good. I was quiet. He acted as if he wasn't aware that it had happened. He just kept fucking me his way, for the next half hour. I think I had three more big ones before I felt him swell and throb inside me."
When his spasms started, I exploded," she said. "That one was the mind-blower. I know I screamed. It was wonderful Luke. We had satisfied our lust for each other. We became closer after that and I became very comfortable with him. The sex was over for the night. He held me and we slept. That first time was definitely the time I enjoyed him the most. My lust waned after that. I know I made it sound as though Bobby just used me as a receptacle. That's not how it is. His style excites and arouses me. I have orgasms easily with him and usually more than one. I truly am a submissive."
I asked, "Did you just tell me that Bobby made you have five strong orgasms the first time you were together?"
She giggled and asked, "Are you jealous?"
I answered, "Damned right, I'm jealous." I had to tell her the truth. This was a truth time.
She snuggled closer to me and said, "Luke, I am multi-orgasmic. I have been that way since I was very young. I remember one time when I had nine orgasms with you in one night and I've had more than five with you many, many times. I have lusted after him for ten years. I was extremely aroused when I finally found myself in his bed. It was very easy for him to make me cum. If he had fucked me the way you do, I might have had more."
I thought, "She always knows what to say to make me feel better." I tried to snuggle closer.
After a moment, she said, "You found him for me and you brought me here. You gave me a pass to be with him. Don't be upset because I enjoyed having him. My experience with him was a gift from you. You gave me that gift because you love me. I know that because I read my pendant." She giggled. In another moment, she asked, "How many times did you help Michelin cum that first night?
I had to think about. I played the whole encounter through, in my mind. I remembered twice the first time and three times a little later. I answered her. I said, "Five."
She said, "See? We are even." She cuddled with me and we had a little laugh together. I felt even better. She said, "I knew the answer to that last question before I asked it. Michelin told me. She said you were un-fucking-believable." She laughed again. I felt better still. Both of my heads swelled a little.
I said, "I thought you would tell me you enjoyed the butt fucking the most."
She said, "That was very good the first time but that wasn't with Bobby, it was with you. If you remember, you and I were making love. All he did was shove his cock up my ass to enhance our enjoyment of each other.
I said, "You seemed to enjoy it immensely. You came very hard."
She replied, "I did enjoy it very much. Bobby enhanced my enjoyment. You gave me the orgasm. That was the first time you and I had sex since we left home. Having you, as part of the experience, was very special to me. Bobby was just fucking me while you and I made love."
I said, "You said that was the first time, did you allow him to have you anally again?"
She answered, "Yes later that same evening when we were alone. He was very excited and wanted to have me that way, without any distraction. I might not have been able to stop him but I didn't want to anyway. In our excitement, we did it without a condom. I'm sure he enjoyed that part more and I know I did." She paused, and continued, "The physical act was not what I expected. I had read that anal sex was not an act of deep penetration. A couple inches or only one would be enough. Bobby worked his entire cock into me both times."
"He was careful not to hurt me and he made it a pleasurable experience for me," she said. "When he was sure that I could handle it, he moved his cock around inside me for a long time. Bobby really got into it. He would pull almost all the way out then slide back inside me. He varied his strokes. It felt like he was wallowing around inside me. I felt so full. It was so good. He had his orgasm and I became very aroused when I felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside me. I helped myself by fingering my clit some and had a nice orgasm of my own."
She went on, "We bathed and cleaned ourselves thoroughly. He took me back to bed and we cuddled and talked for about an hour. He told me how much he had wanted me when we first met and how deep his disappoint had been when we couldn't have each other. He held me, kissed me and let his hands explore my body. He touched all of my magic places."
Linda continued, "I took his cock and sucked him for a few minutes. He surprised me. He became very hard. I had thought our sex was over for the evening. He took me vaginally without warning. It was an unexpected pleasure and we both had a satisfying cum. After that, we slept. That was the only time we had sex three times in one day."
I said, "That was Wednesday. Had you and he not had sex earlier that day?"
She answered, "No, Bobby is not a morning person. We didn't play in the mornings like you and I do and that day, I think he was saving himself for our threesome in the evening."
She continued, "Don't misunderstand. I want to do this again. I have enjoyed this trip immensely. Bobby and Michelin are both wonderful people. The truth is, the way this has worked out is perfectly okay with me. I am happy for both of them. They will be happy together and I think they love each other more than they know." She hesitated.
I broke in and questioned her. I said, "Do I sense a, but, coming?"
She laughed and said, "But, by sleepytime Wednesday I was ready for this encounter to be over."
I said, "You mentioned that this morning."
She continued, "I had covered all the bases by then. I had experienced everything I had come here to do and my need to be with Bobby was fulfilled. The roaring fire of lust for him that I carried in my belly had burned down to a few cooling embers. I think I will want to be with him again in the future but just for fun. My need for him will not be there, as it has been. I will be glad when we come back to inspect your car."
"The highlight of my day on Thursday was dancing with Michelin in the Great Room," she said. "That is until you brought me up here and fucked me half to death." A moment later she added, "That was so special Luke." A moment after that, she said, "The sex we had this morning was mystical. Have you noticed how that happens more often when we are having one of our escapades?"
I answered, "Yes."
We lay quietly together for a while. She rolled over to face me snuggled her head into the hollow of my shoulder. This is another of our favorite cuddle positions. She dbangs an arm over my chest and a leg over my thigh. She can rub her sweet pussy on me if she wants.
I said, "Tell me about the soccer game."
She replied, "That was an experience. We drove in that big old boxy car that he had used to pick us up in Edinburgh. He took me to the field and introduced me to his team. They were all well-built, virile and athletic young men in their early twenties. I have dreamed about a crew like that gangbanging me." She giggled. "They were beautiful to a man." Bobby was showing me off to them. I thought about Karl and the three young men in the boat. It wasn't the same. There was nothing sinister here. Bobby was just proud to be seen with me. He never flaunted me or treated me with disrespect."
She continued, "Bobby assigned two of the young men to be my protectors. You would call them, bodyguards. He told me that it was a medieval Scottish custom, to proactively protect the Queen."
I broke in and asked, "Did any of them flirt with you?"
She laughed and said, "All of them were perfect gentlemen through the whole game. I got the impression that they were afraid of Bobby. One got a little frisky with me later. Under other circumstances and of course, if I had a hall pass, he would have scored. He was definitely a young alpha." She giggled.
I said, "I want to hear about what happened later."
She said, "Okay. The boys won their game. We drove to a large pub to celebrate the victory. Did you know they drink warm ale here?"
I said, "Stay on subject. I want to hear about, Frisky."
She laughed but continued her story. "Bobby danced with me first and then several of the young men asked me to dance. I noticed that all of them asked Bobby's permission before they dared approach the Queen. I was definitely the prettiest girl in the room. I was the only one. I thought I would be completely worn out if I had to dance with all of them."
Her story went on, "Frisky walked up to me. I was thinking of him as, Sir Lancelot, by now. My God, he was beautiful. He asked me to dance and I don't think he had talked to Bobby. I let him take me to the floor. He danced very well with me. In a minute, he drew me closer to him in a turn and I felt his hard cock touch my belly. It felt like he had a fence post in his pants. I acknowledged that I had felt it. I smiled sweetly at him and laid my head on his shoulder. He blatantly pulled me in close and rubbed his cock against me. I parted my legs enough to get one of his legs slip between mine. I rubbed my wet pussy on his thigh. I was so wet."
She was rubbing her wet pussy on my thigh as she told her story.
She continued, "I let him lead me into a dark corner where we were out of sight. I placed one of his hands on my boob. He bent to kiss me and I let him. I parted my lips for him and he explored my mouth with his tongue. We were being very naughty. I held his cock in my hand. We stayed on the floor for another dance.
I glanced across the room at Bobby. He was laughing boisterously and cutting up with four or five of the boys, at the bar.
I let our dirty little dance continue for another minute or so. I was very close to cumming in my pants. I wanted so much to cum for him. He was close too. I squeezed Lancelot's cock with my hand and whispered in his ear, "At another time, I would give myself to you. Tonight I am with Laird Wilkinson. I will think of you while I am fucking him. I kissed his cheek and walked away."
"I went to Bobby and got his attention," she said. "I whispered in his ear, "If you don't take me to bed right now, I'm going to ask Luke to take me back to Texas. He hadn't missed me while I was with Lancelot but I had his attention now. As we walked out, I held Bobby's hand. I looked back at Lancelot. He smiled at me and winked. I gave him a smile and wiggled my butt a little extra for him.
Bobby and I left and drove about two miles to the inn where he had reservations."
I asked, "Did you think of Lancelot while you fucked Bobby?"
She said, "Hell yes. I will probably think about him while I'm fucking you, sometime. He was so beautiful Luke."
She lay quietly for a short while then asked, "Why didn't you find a way to watch me while I was with Bobby? He's the second man you have given me. You watched me with Karl.
I answered, "I didn't want to watch you. I never quite trusted Karl. I do trust Bobby to protect you and treat you with respect. I wanted to allow you to have him privately. You have wanted him for so long. The four of us will play together in the future. I can watch at that time. I think you will want to be close to him for a long time."
She said, "I have one other thing to tell you before we have to meet our hosts."
I asked, "What?"
She said, "Michelin ask me to offer you her rain check for the blowjob she owes you. I told her I would stand in for her and pay that debt today. She laughed at me."
She said, "Linda, you know you are going to suck his cock anyway. I want him to look forward to the first time Bobby gives me a hall pass. Please, tell him he has a rain check.
Apologize to him for me."
Linda said, "One other thing I wanted to tell you. Michelin gave me a couple bottles of her orange blossom douche to take home with me. She said you liked it very much. She made me promise, I would use it for you sometimes."
I kissed her forehead and said, "I do like it." I chuckled to myself and let it go at that.
Linda took my cock into her mouth. The monster slid right down her throat. I am a very lucky man. I am very happy to have my Linda back.
Linda wasn't trying to make me cum. Her intent was to savor the taste and texture of the cock that made her feel at home. The one with which she was familiar. She wanted me to have the pleasure she could create with her mouth.
Hard banging sex with violent orgasms is only one of the ways we enjoy each other. We like to have soft sweet loving times like this when just being together is most important. If I have an orgasm this way, she doesn't feel left out. She feels pride in accomplishing her goal of giving me pleasure. I love this girl and the way she thinks.
I lay on my back and enjoyed her efforts. After twenty minutes or so, I decided to repay her.
I rolled her over on her belly. She knew my plan. We have done this before. I knelt between her legs that spread by eighteen inches or so. I took her hips in my hands and lifted them from the bed. Her knees flexed and moved forward to support her. This is her favorite position. She loves to be doggie fucked.
As her bottom rose in front of me, I had the opportunity to check her ass hole. It appeared to be a small, brown star-shaped, tightly closed pucker. I think I expected to see it slack and gaped open. What do I know about butt fucking? I could see no change from what it was like before I brought her here. I thought, "I guess she survived in one piece." I felt relief. I couldn't help but wonder, "What would it be like to fuck her there?"
She was lying face down with her boobs on the bed and her ass in the air. Her head was on a pillow and turned to one side. Sweet sounds of anticipation bubbled up from deep within her chest.
I rose up on my knees and brought the monster to bear. He was anxious. I slipped him into her pussy to her deepest place. A soft moan was the only sound she made. Under her breath, she whispered, "Oh Luke." Her soul moved away to some dreamy place. She likes to go there for a few minutes when we fuck this way.
I fucked her slowly knowing she would tell me when she wanted more. Her soft vocal expressions of pleasure moved me closer to the edge but I knew I could maintain control.
I fucked her this way for at least the amount of time she had sucked my cock.
I felt her pussy squeeze the monster and hold him for a second. She did it again. I knew that she had returned from her private place.
I bent over her so I could whisper in her ear. I said, "Cum for me, Sweetheart."
She whispered, "Fuck me harder but don't cum with me."
I doubled my efforts. I fucked her longer and deeper. I fucked her faster and with more force. It didn't take long. She must have been close to the edge. Less than a minute later, she came for me. Her whole body convulsed and quivered with her pleasure. It was a soft and gentle orgasm accompanied by low moans and whimpers. I kept fucking her.
I knew she had something in mind for when this was over but I didn't know what. I continued to fuck her.
Her orgasm ran its course. I felt her as she came down from the climax. She relaxed. I held her in place and fucked her slowly and gently.
She said, "Don't stop Luke." Her voice was conversational as if she was saying good morning to a fellow passenger on a bus.
She had another orgasm. It was more than her minis but very soft and pleasant. I fucked her a little harder while it made its way through her body. It ended.
She took no time to recover. She moved away from me and guided me down to lie on my back. She immediately kissed me. The kiss ended too quickly for my taste. She whispered, "Cum for me Luke.
The monster was back in her mouth and going deeper. Her motions were more authoritative. I looked down and watched as my cock moved in and out of her face. Her lips sealed around my shaft and fluids from both her pussy and her mouth glistened on it.
My mind formed a picture of her sucking Bobby's cock this way. That picture dissolved away and I saw Michelin's smiling blue eyes looking up at me, as I fucked her pretty face. I held that image as long as I could. It was a beautiful picture. It faded slowly and I saw Lancelot. He was wearing full armor. His dick was encased in steel but Linda was sucking it anyway. I laughed, that was silly.
I came back to the real world. I looked down. Linda was aggressively throat fucking me. Her face crushed against my pubic bone and then my whole shaft was visible for a fraction of a second before she swallowed it again.
I couldn't stand that. I came like a free range stud horse. Some of my juice went down her throat and some didn't. The violence of my orgasm overwhelmed her. We lost our sync. My juices spurted in her mouth and on her face. I didn't know I could cum that much. I had emptied myself this morning. It was an illusion. I had sprayed everywhere but there really wasn't that much of it.
Linda was hacking and coughing. I couldn't remember anything like this happening in our years together. She rolled away from me and had to fight for breath. She gagged and sputtered. I felt so guilty. I reached for her but there was nothing, I could do.
She began to gain some degree of control. She gasped and began to draw air. She breathed deeply and her coughing subsided. She tried to laugh but had a shallow gagging spell instead. Finally, she said, I'll be all right.
Another minute passed and she eased out of bed. She smiled and headed for the bath. I started to get up she motioned for me to stay. She was gone for ten minutes. It seemed like an eternity. I heard her turn the water on in the shower. She came back to the bed. She took my hand and said, "Come with me."
Linda led me into the shower and turned to me. She put her hands on my shoulders and kissed my chest. She looked up at me trying to stifle a giggle. She said, "Oh Baby, I am so sorry I messed that up for you. It was going so well and you were enjoying it so much."
I broke in and asked, "What happened?"
She said, "I was blowing you and I blew it. She laughed at her little play on words and continued, "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying close enough attention. Your first spasm surprised me. It went down the wrong pipe. Some of it went into my bronchial tubes. I thought I was going to choke to death."
I said. "I thought you were going to choke to death. I felt helpless."
She giggled and said in her little girl voice, "I'm so sorry. I promise to do better next time."
I let myself relax and laughed with her as we held each other.
I kissed her. She tasted of cinnamon toothpaste and smelled of strawberries. We rinsed and went back to bed.