Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I checked out the other couple again. They were both looking our way and smiling at us. Sandy had made a little too much noise.

Sandy laid her head on my shoulder and said, "I love having your hard cock in me after I cum. Carlos doesn't have nearly the control you do." I felt her pussy squeeze the monster. I continued stroking her.
I said, "That is a function of his age and lack of experience. The longer you have sex with him the more control he will have. He is a very powerful young man sexually, or Linda wouldn't be interested in him. You are lucky to have him." I felt her pussy twitch again.
She asked, "How interested is Linda?"
I answered, "We have been going to the club about once a month for over a year. Carlos is only the third man she has had sexually from there. She is very discriminating. Men that impress her are few. Her reputation at the club is that of the "Beautiful Ice Queen."
She said, "Really? I thought you guys left with someone every time you went."
I said, "No, usually we drink a little, watch the people, and occasionally have a sexy conversation and a few dances with another couple. We get all hot and bothered and wind up going to bed with each other and fucking all night. I'm glad we found the club. It is responsible for some of the best sex we have but it is just between us most of the time. You are only the third woman for me, from there. Beyond that, you are the only woman I've been with that I haven't shared with Linda. It was totally out of her character to let us be alone together last month. I think she likes you a lot. You remind her of her youth, I think." Sandy shivered through a little one.
She asked, "Are you going to fuck me until I have another big one?"
I answered, "I will if you want me to."
She said, "I want our next one to be very special and in a warm bed. I'm getting cold and turning into a prune." Her pussy squeezed me harder this time. The monster jerked.
I pulled out of her. That was a very difficult thing to do. I stuffed the monster back in my swimsuit and he fought me the whole way. I told him to save it for later. Sandy put her feet on the bottom and put her bikini back together. She walked in front of me to conceal my erection. I waved at the other couple as we walked away. They both smiled and waved back. By the time we got back to the room, the monster had softened some.
I let us into our room and the door to the other room was open. We both stuck our head in just to say good night. All the lights were off except the one in the bathroom. The door was cracked just enough to allow that light to produce a soft glow through the room. The TV was on. Carlos and Linda were in the big bed under a light coverlet. Her head was nestled into the hollow of his shoulder and we could see some action at Carlos's crotch. It was obvious that Linda was blatantly stroking his hard cock under the covers.
Linda heard us. Her eyes fluttered open and she focused on us. She asked, "Sandy, did you fuck my husband in the pool?"
Sandy came back, "Yeah, I did. What are you doing to my boyfriend?"
Carlos looked at us and said, I am about to eat Linda until she begs for mercy. Do you guys want to watch?
I said, "Hell yes!!"
Sandy said, "I have a better idea." She led me back into our room and closed the door.
She said, "Wait a minute, I'll be right back." She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard her turn the shower on and then she tinkled.
I took my swimsuit off and fixed myself a drink from the bottle I had brought with me. I barely had a few sips before Sandy stuck her head out of the bathroom and said, "Come help me."
I gulped the rest of my drink and went to her. She was stepping into the shower when I got there. I followed her in. We soaped and rinsed each other. That was definitely a fun thing. Little girls are so smooth and slippery when they are wet and soapy.
When we were finished she dropped to her knees and grasped the monster in both hands. She got really nasty then. She licked my balls and the underside of the shaft back and forth several times. She engulfed him in her mouth and teased him for a long time before she took him down her throat. She was doing that without swallowing. Linda always swallows.
My knees were starting to get weak and I thought, "Enough is enough." I tried to get her to her feet but she resisted. She let the monster escape from her mouth but held him with both hands. She looked up at me while she moved his skin back and forth. She said, "I want you to cum in my mouth. This time do it in my mouth, not down my throat. I want to taste you. I will swallow all of it." She took him back in her mouth and worked him as before.
I leaned back against the wall and considered her request. It only took a second for me to decide to grant her wish. I held her head in my hands and fucked her. I went deep into her throat and back up to her mouth and then did it again. I thought of nasty acts by beautiful women and tried hard to make myself cum quickly. I felt it start and brought the monster's head back into her mouth. My spasms began and I coasted through a beautiful orgasm. A really nice blowjob is a most pleasant way to cum.
Sandy kept greedily sucking until the monster was spent and started to deflate in her mouth. She was holding my balls in her small hands and gently rolling them. I thought, "Damn, that feels good." When the monster escaped, he had the smallest drop of cum near his one eye. She sucked him back into her mouth and bathed him thoroughly with her tongue. I thought I was going to cum again. I knew that was impossible.
She stood and buried her head in my chest and we held each other. A few seconds later she asked, "Was that fun for you?"
I answered, "That was world class. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you, Ma'am."
She then said, "Let's do it again."
While I was stammering and looking for an answer, she giggled and stepped out of the shower.
We dried ourselves and she blew my hair dry with the hairdryer. She playfully blew my pubs and found a reason to fondle and kiss my cock several times. When she was finished with me, she sent me to bed.
I made us both a drink. Hers was a glass of Linda's wine. I crawled into bed and listened while she dried her hair. She didn't have any pubs. That was a scary thought, I hoped she had shaved. I heard Gary Puckett sing in my mind again about his young girl. I heard her brush her teeth. She didn't want me to taste myself when I kissed her. I wouldn't have let it bother me but I was glad she brushed.
She came out of the bathroom and I handed her the wine. She posed naked for me and took a sip. She walked around the room adjusting things. She turned the AC to maximum and said, "If I can make it cold enough in here you will want to cuddle with me."
I laughed and said, "I would want to cuddle with you if it got to be a hundred degrees in here." It was her turn to giggle.
She walked around, sipping her wine and turning off all the lights. She left the light on in the bath and adjusted the cracked door for the correct effect. Finally, she sat her drink on the nightstand and crawled into bed with me. Her body felt smooth, cool and clean to me. I caught a whiff of strawberry. I don't think it was from her dinner. Of course, she was using Linda's toiletries.
She made herself comfortable with her head on my shoulder and one leg was thrown over me. Her right hand was toying with one of my nipples. She finally said, "What now?"
I thought, "Damn, she feels good to me." I said, "I was hoping you would fall asleep so the monster could recover some. I think he has had about all he can stand. That little episode in the shower probably did him in. He may not recover for a week."
She gave me a sweet giggle and said. "I'll bet you a dollar he is ready, willing and able in one hour. An hour is okay. I want you to hold me and cuddle with me for that long."
I said, "No bet." I turned her over on her other side and drew her into my favorite spoon position. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and kissed her behind the ear. The room was getting colder. We snuggled closer together.
She said, "Oh Luke, this feels so good. Can we stay here forever?" Ten minutes later she fell asleep and I was glad.
I lay there and thought about her. I was trying to be truthful with myself. I thought, "I haven't had feelings like this for any woman since Linda and I were young. I think I may be developing an emotional relationship with her that could be very inconvenient. Hell, it would be downright dangerous." I said to myself, "You are a strong man Luke. You will have to maintain control." I fell asleep.
We slept until sometime early in the morning. It wasn't full daylight but there was a slight glow around the window dbangs. Sandy was squirming in front of me. We were still in our spoon position and I was holding her way too tightly. I relaxed and rolled onto my back. She turned over to face me and nestled into my shoulder the same way she did last night. I pretended to be asleep. She rubbed her little pussy against my thigh and I felt her wrap her fingers around the monster. Morning wood was a factor. She giggled quietly.
She whispered in my ear, "Luke, I love you."
She said it so softly that I didn't think she meant for me to hear. I pretended I didn't. She crawled on top of me and positioned the monster at her opening. She was upright in the cowgirl position. She lowered herself and slowly engulfed him. Her sweet pussy was wet like a river. She must have been awake and thinking about sex for a while, or maybe she was having a happy dream. I thought, "Am I having a dream?"
I pretended to wake. I fluttered my eyes and pretended to be disoriented. Finally, I focused on her and drew her upper body down for a kiss. She was fucking me slowly and she kept it up through the kiss. When I gave her enough freedom she laid her boobs on my chest and continued her grind. She whispered to me, loud enough to hear, this time, "Do me like you do Linda when you make love to her. Please make love to me Luke."
I rolled her over on her back. I slowly but forcefully long stroked her in a steady rhythm. She matched my movement with a roll and pitch in her pelvis that must have been instinctive. It felt like I was with Linda.
I whispered, "We are going to do this for a long time."
She answered, "Yes Luke. Love me like this forever." I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around me.
We did do it for a long time. I changed the rhythm and stroke ever so often but it was always forceful and deep. The monster was doing his job. He was very hard and stayed that way. She mewed and whimpered in my ear. I could sense tendrils of emotion leave my body and entwine with hers. In that hour we became one. Our souls merged and I knew I loved her. I thought, "She is a child and I've only known her a month. I am in deep trouble."
It was still dark in the room but the light in the dbangs said it was full daylight outside.
I told her in her ear, "I love you, Sandy. I want you to cum now."
"Yes," she said, "I've been right on the edge forever. I love you, Luke. Help me. Do me harder." That's exactly what Linda would have said.
I stroked her a little harder but not much. She silently came all over me. Her contractions were powerful but she never made a sound beyond a cat-like purr. I felt the monster throb inside her. My orgasm was unbelievable. I was totally used up. I rolled off of her to my back and lay there trying to remember how to breathe.
In a few minutes, I regained my awareness of what was happening around me. Sandy was lying close to me but facing away. I could hear her crying. I rolled over behind her and pulled her into our spoon. I held her a minute and her crying became sobs. I held her tighter and in a few minutes she settled down some. I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
She answered after a pause, "This is our last time together. We can't be with each other anymore."
I asked, "Why would you say a thing like that."
She said, "I was awake most of the time you were asleep. I was thinking about it. I love you Luke but I also love Carlos. I can't have you both. You and Linda love each other and she needs you. I'm going to marry Carlos and make babies with him. What we are doing makes life too complicated. A marriage will be hard enough without this kind of thing. He and I will have to be monogamous if we have any chance of making it work."
She paused and went on, "My dad doesn't approve of Carlos because of his Hispanic heritage. He loves me though and he will love my babies. He will have to learn to love Carlos. Carlos is a beautiful man and he will help me make beautiful babies. Linda told me he was a young Alpha, whatever that means.
I said, "That's a wise decision for such a young girl."
She answered, "Haven't I proved that I am a woman, yet? That's the other thing," she said. "Carlos is much closer to my age." She giggled and said, "You will never understand me, Old Man." The giggle told me she was alright. I wished I could be alright.
We cuddled each in our own thought for about an hour and then I asked her, "This is the last of our time together forever, huh?"
She answered, "Well, forever is a long time. There might be another life."
I said, "Okay then, in this life and this morning I'm going to make love to you until Linda knocks on that door."
She asked, "Are you going to bang me?"
I replied, "No, but I will force fuck you if I have to."
She turned over and forced me to my back. She took hold of the monster and said, "You won't have to." She sucked and petted him until her magic brought him back to life. We only brought our lovemaking to a conclusion when Linda knocked on the door. I told Sandy that I would love her forever. I couldn't help myself.
An hour and a half later, Linda and I were headed north on the interstate. I was happy to be with Linda and on our way home.
I asked her, "Is everything Okay?"
It's better than that Luke," she said. Carlos is a magnificent young man. If I thought there were more like him I would probably become a cougar. I don't think that Sandy fully appreciates his potential.
I said. "What do you mean?"
She answered, "Carlos told me that he loves Sandy with no reservation. He said that being her lover for a little while is all that he can reasonably expect out of their relationship. Her father will never accept him into the family because of his Hispanic blood. I feel so sorry for him. He is a wonderful person. Besides being big, strong and healthy, he is humorous and beautiful. Inside, I think he is a very good man. I can tell you he will develop into a fantastic lover with a little seasoning. He may be as good as you someday."
I laughed to myself and thought, "She is polishing my ego a bit. Good for her." I asked, "Do you want to be with him again?"
She responded, "It would take a long time for me to tire of being in his bed." She looked at me then cast her eyes down and tried to stifle a giggle.
I asked, "I know that you are not easily impressed. What did he do, to make you feel that way?"
She said, "Like always when we are naked together in our bed, we can talk about that if you want."
I squeezed her hand and said, "Come on Babe, give me one thing to think about the rest of the way home. I know you are going to take a nap and I'm going to be here driving all alone."
She thought for a moment and said, "The afternoon yesterday and the whole of last night seemed like a "new old" experience for me. It was like being young again. It was like being with you when we were young." She paused then went on, "You know about the episode in the pool. When we got in the water, he had my pants off and his cock inside me before I knew he was going to do it. That was the first time I've been fucked in public in at least ten years."
I said, "That doesn't count. If you remember Sandy and I were there. We watched it happen. It must be a common type thing for him. Sandy bet me that he would do you right in front of us as soon as the two of you got in the water. Tell me something I didn't see."
"Okay," She said. "Do remember when they first came into our room?"
I nodded.
She went on, "He held me forcibly and kissed me without my permission and then he whisked me off to his room, stripped me and fucked me before I had the slightest chance of resisting. He stole me right out from in front of you. It was beautiful. I felt like the princess in a medieval storybook. I can still feel his cock as it slid inside me the first time. The first time I came for him was right then." She paused then asked, "By the way, did you set me up for him?"
I said, "No, They were waiting in the lobby when I went in to register at the motel. I didn't expect them to be there. I did help them rent the room next to ours but their initial interaction with us was unexpected. Also, you need to remember I was totally distracted when the Black Knight stole my Princess."
She laughed. I'm going to give you one more example before I take my nap," She said. "After you and Sandy left our room after the pool incident, I made some remark about him making me feel like a teenager. He asked me if I enjoyed feeling that way and I said yes. He took me to the parking lot and fucked me in my car." She paused to let that sink in then asked, "Did being with Sandy make you feel childlike?"
I answered, "No. As a matter of fact, being with her was like being with a very mature woman in a child's body. She is either old for her years or an extremely old soul."
Linda started configuring her seat for sleep but I stopped her. I said I have something to tell you before you slip off to dreamland."
She said, "I'll bet I can guess. You want to change our once a month rule so you can see her again right away, don't you?"
I said sadly, "No. We aren't going to see them again."
Linda sat straight up and I had her complete attention suddenly. She asked, "Do you mean you don't like the attraction I feel for him and you aren't going to give me a pass for the next time?"
I answered, "Oh no Sweetheart. I love you and I like Carlos. Under other circumstances, I would let you be with him anytime you wanted. The fact is, they are exclusive to each other from now on."
Linda said, "Carlos and I made plans for us to be together next month. I promised I would let him watch me and Sandy together."
I said, "I would like to see that myself. I'm sure he had no Idea about the change that is coming to his life when you talked about that."
"What change," she asked?
I answered, "Sandy said that she and Carlos are going to get married and make beautiful babies together. She said her father loves her and he will love her babies. He will have to learn to love Carlos because he is going to be family. We agreed that I would tell you and I'm sure she has told him by now."
Linda sat in amazement for a minute or so and then said, "Damn, good for her. I guess she does recognize his value. I do have mixed emotions though. I really did want to spend more time with him. He was so good to me, Luke." Linda waited a while then said, "Do you know she is in love with you?"
I said simply, "Yes." I didn't tell Linda I was in love with Sandy but I think she probably knew.
We didn't see them again, for a long time.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hall Pass (30) - Linda's Chapter

By: Linda
This chapter is going to be a little different. Luke has asked me to relate the feelings, emotions, and experiences that I had leading up to, and during one of our extramarital encounters. He allowed me to choose the episode that I wanted to describe. Luke and I had been swinging for a while before this happened, but the man involved was extra special to me. He became a true friend. The experience allowed me to check a box on my bucket list.
Strong language doesn't fit in my mouth very well, but Luke has said that I should use it when it is necessary to convey certain feelings or to describe intimate situations.
I hope that you enjoy my story.
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I think I must start early enough in the timeline to make you understand how this adventure came to pass. At the same time, if you have read Luke's story up until now, you already know much of what I am about to tell you. Please bear with me.
I met Big Ed almost immediately, the first night that Luke took me to the swinger club in North Dallas. We had arrived at the club about nine in the evening. Luke took me to the bar and purchased a glass of wine for me and his usual Crown Royal double for himself. We took up residence in a small conversation pit that consisted of two love seats with a coffee table between them. It was set a step lower than the main floor. We nursed our drinks and indulged in people watching as the crowd arrived.
After about half an hour, I excused myself to go to the little girl's room. Luke told me that he would acquire another drink for each of us while I was gone. We marked our space by leaving our glasses on the table, and we walked away together. Luke watched me go to the restroom before he went to the bar. I tinkled, washed my hands, checked my look, and started back to the conversation pit.
A most beautiful man approached me. He called me Ma'am and said he wanted to introduce himself. I looked past him and saw Luke standing at the bar talking to a cute brown-haired woman. I looked up into the most beautiful grey eyes. They sparkled and were part of a most disarming smile. I allowed him to take my hand and it seemed the most natural thing to do. I continued to size him up. His size was part of his presence. I guessed six-four and two hundred, fifty pounds. That gave him three inches and about thirty pounds on Luke. In my mind, all men are compared to my Luke.
His shoulders were broad, and he carried very little fat. He was ruggedly handsome, with a ruddy complexion and almost black hair with a small splash of grey at each temple. That small bit of grey gave him an air of maturity and wisdom. I guessed him to be in his late forties. He wore his hair in a short and simple style that would be easy to manage. He was well dressed in freshly pressed slacks and a well-fitting sports jacket. He spoke softly in very low tones and his speech patterns told me that, he was educated. The man was stunning. He was definitely, what I describe as an "Alpha Male."
He introduced himself as James Edward Fuller. He told me that his friends called him, Big Ed and that he was the assistant manager of the club. He went on to tell me that the manager was an older man named Don Worthington. Big Ed said that Don ran the business end of the club and he ran the day-to-day operation. He informed me that he was the go-to man if I had the slightest problem.
He told me that he knew I was a newbie because he would have remembered someone as pretty if I had been there before. He continued to say that he hoped that I would become a regular.
All I could do was smile and nod at him. I was mesmerized.
He took a step closer to me and said, there is one more thing. He told me that there was something he wanted me to know. He said that he was going to allow himself to be a little bold, because this was a swingers club, after all. He waited for a moment, and said, "I am very much attracted to you. I want to eat your pussy. Think about it, and find a way to let it happen."
With that, he kissed my hand and walked away.
He left me standing there in a stupor. Mentally I was a total blank and I could feel my pussy become very wet. I had a mini orgasm when he kissed my hand and I was on the verge of having another, just because I could still see him. His body moved like a jungle animal. I could see his muscles move under his clothing. The aura of strength, confidence, and magnetism that this man radiated, moved my soul. I was disappointed that he hadn't thrown me down and ate my pussy on the floor where we stood. I couldn't have allowed that. I had promised Luke we would only observe on that first visit.
At that time, I had never been with any man except Luke. I knew right then I was going to sleep with, Big Ed. I didn't know when or how I would talk Luke into giving me a hall pass. I knew I would find a way. I wanted him.
As time passed, Luke and I had several adventures together. As fate would have it, we met a couple that same evening. I'm talking about Karl and Connie Ziegler. Maybe you have read about them. We hit it off. They were swingers with some experience. Karl explained that he and Connie had got their feet wet in the lifestyle by having same room sex with another couple. Luke and I agreed to do that the next night with them.
The way this worked was, all of us would stay in one room. Luke set the rules and they were such that the girls could play together. Connie had said she was Bi and Luke knew that I had enjoyed being with one of his girlfriends previously. We had done a threesome with Barbra Porter. I'm sure Luke told you about that.
The boys could pet and play with either Connie or me, but could only have vaginal sex with their own spouse. We didn't adhere to the rules for very long. Our passions rose and Luke allowed Karl to take me all the way. That was the first time that a penis other than Luke's had penetrated me vaginally. We wound up doing a full swap with Karl and his wife, and we spent another weekend with them at another time.
Luke and I love one another very much. Setting me free was a very hard thing for him. I always tried to hide my bad feelings when Luke was with another woman. Sometimes, I get so jealous that I can become ill. I have to suffer through those times. I allow him his liberties, so he will be able to allow me mine. Sometimes when I am alone, I feel that I have turned into a perverted, lowlife slut. I feel so ashamed. I don't understand why Luke continues to love me the way he does. I'm thankful that he does and I will always love him. I have learned that his having sex with other women doesn't make me love him less. I wouldn't have believed that earlier in our relationship.
I had other kinds of sex with my boyfriends while I was in High college. I had one boyfriend who wanted a blowjob every time we were together and another that enjoyed having me anally on occasion. I kept them both happy, but I never allowed either of them to have me vaginally. I saved that for Luke. He was away doing his time as a Marine at the time. After Luke and I were married, neither of us had sex outside our marriage for over twenty years. That was until our threesome, with Barb.
That first night when Luke allowed me to spend the night in Karl's bed, was a mind bender for me. I became so hot for Karl that I was out of control most of the time. He was a beautiful man. Feeling that strange cock moving inside me was so wonderful. It was definitely different from what I was accustomed to feeling. I submitted to him totally and performed every act he asked of me. There was no limit to what perversions I would have sampled with him. While we were together, I didn't even think about Luke. I was completely absorbed in having Karl's hard cock sliding in and out of me. It didn't matter if he was pounding me hard or screwing me gently and slowly. I had strong and powerful orgasms with him, and always more than one.
When the encounter was over, I became frightened. I was afraid, that Luke would stop loving me. I thought he would throw me out of our home, and I felt like I deserved it.
I have a friend who is a retired psychiatrist. She is the mother of one of my closest friends and she dates my favorite uncle, off and on. When I became scared or depressed, I would have a talk with her. She talks with Luke too. She has helped us both. She diagnosed my need for sex partners other than Luke. She said my upcoming fortieth birthday induced it. She said I was suffering from what she called, "Middle Age Crazy." She correctly deduced that I feared old age, the fading of my beauty, and losing the ability to affect men the way I can. She also said that I failed to experiment with other men before I married Luke, and became monogamous with him. Kay said that I feared growing old without having some of the experiences that young women normally have before marriage.
Finally, another piece fell into place. Luke became honest with himself and realized that he too was looking at other women as if they might become sex partners.
I had seen him kiss Barb at one of our parties. It was not a peck on the cheek. It was a soulful and a passionate kiss. I had a reaction to that that I didn't expect. I wasn't angry or jealous. I was disappointed that I didn't get to see him have sex with her. I knew they wanted each other. I had a similar experience once with my son's soccer coach. I knew that a purely lustful sexual attraction was an extremely powerful thing.
Barb had taken a job in Dallas and moved away from our community. Sometime later, I searched her out. I found her and brought her to our home. We let her sleep in the middle. She fucked Luke wantonly and had me several different ways. It was my first experience with another woman. She wasn't the man I needed, but it was a powerful experience for all of us. For Luke and me, it was the first step outside our marriage. The world didn't end. That first baby step enabled us to take a larger step later.
Our biggest adventure so far has been a trip to Scotland. We went there to meet with a wonderful man who should have been my lover ten years earlier. At the time I met him he was the soccer coach that I have already mentioned. The attraction I felt for him was powerful. I fell deeply in lust with him, is the way I think about it now. At that time, Luke and I were still exclusive to one another. My lover that should have been and I never acted on our lust for each other, beyond a few passionate kisses. He finished his work in our community and went back to his home in Scotland.
I didn't think I would see him again, but he starred in many of my fantasies over the following years. I honored him with many masturbation sessions in his name. His name was Bobby Wilkinson. I had told Luke about my experience with him. Luke was sensitive enough to know how much I had wanted him. Finally, Luke located him and took me to him. I think he wanted to repay me for giving Barb to him. I'm sure Luke has written about our trip and the beautiful girl that occupied him, while I spent my time with Bobby.
Big Ed surfaced again. Luke and I flew to Las Vegas, Nevada to meet with a couple from Florida. The male member of that couple was a client of Luke's. He had just given Luke a million dollar contract. We took him and his wife on this short vacation to show our appreciation for the work he had given to Luke's company.
They were not swingers so Luke and I spent the weekend having standard tourist fun and having sex with each other when we had the chance. It will never cease to amaze me how much we enjoy each other. After twenty years of marriage, I still get wet just thinking about him. Still, our sex is a bit repetitive. We have settled into a few acts that satisfy us both. We rarely have sex in any other way. I feel that this might be part of the reason we look for variety in other partners.
We did have an ulterior motive for this trip. The corporation that owns the swingers club that we frequent in Dallas had just opened a new franchise in Las Vegas. The new club had an on-premises format. Luke and I had never been to an on-premises club so we arranged to stay one more day than the other couple did. We had planned to spend one evening at the new club. It turned out that Big Ed was there on a training mission for the company. He was about to become manager of our club in Dallas and his bosses wanted him to have a couple weeks experience in an on-premises club. Ed said they were thinking about having an on-premises night at our club, occasionally.
I had a bad experience at the Las Vegas club. I agreed to dance with a good-looking young black man. I had never had that experience, and I was curious. He came on as the perfect gentleman at first and then became obnoxious. He threatened to bang me and tried to force me into a private room. I slapped him hard and drew attention to my plight. Big Ed appeared on the scene, about the same time Luke did. Ed helped to resolve the situation.
I watched Ed and Luke interact that night. I believe that they became friends with each other, because of that incident. They both wanted to protect me. That was a good thing. Luke would never allow me to sleep with a man he didn't like, and I could never have Ed without Luke's permission. I try not to fool myself. I know that Luke controls my sex life. I do try to use my feminine wiles to influence him on occasion. He at least lets me think I am successful sometimes. I know I couldn't talk him into anything he really didn't want to happen. I am a submissive and the truth is, I am absolutely submissive to Luke.
It was strange for me to stand between these two strong men. I loved one of them dearly, and yet I wanted to give my body to the other. I knew that someday I would submit totally to Ed. I would give myself to him to use any way he wanted.
Luke observed Ed as he whispered in my ear. Later, Luke asked me what Ed had whispered to me. I always answer Luke's questions truthfully. I said, "Luke, he told me he wanted to eat my pussy." I then told Luke the whole story of how Ed and I had been flirting for a long time.
Sometime later, after we got home, Luke asked me about Big Ed again. I told Luke that Big Ed's nickname was a reference to his large penis. I also said that I wanted to spend the night with Ed one night, and I asked Luke to consider us having a threesome with him. I didn't expect the threesome to happen. Luke has no desire to be sexually involved, with any man in any way. I was confident that Luke would give me a hall pass to be with Ed when I asked for it. A lot of water had passed under the bridge since I met Ed originally. Luke had become more relaxed about us having too much fun. Hall passes were easier to come by now.
I only see Ed about once a month, but I think about him quite often. I give my fantasy men names. I call Ed, "That Magnificent Bastard." He is that. He can have oral sex with me if he wants. I want to feel his giant penis inside me. I resolved to make it happen sometime soon. Every time I think about him, I get butterflies in my stomach and I become aroused.
How do I know he is oversized? I've danced with him and held it in my hand. I don't know how long it is but my fingers won't reach around it. Luke has a big cock, but my fingers will touch if I squeeze just a little.
Caroline Bixby is a young woman that I know from the club. She has been with Ed. She takes credit for introducing us, but I knew him before she steered us together. Caroline told me that she tried very hard but she couldn't take him inside her all the way. She said that he must have been packing ten inches or more. She said that she had no desire to be with him again. She said that it was too scary. I have a ten-inch dildo that was given to me. I didn't think there was any way a human could have a cock that big.
I decided that I needed to quit thinking about it and make something happen. I have made Ed wait long enough, and it won't take much more anticipation to drive me crazy. My lust for him had begun to burn. It had become unbearable. I needed to do this thing.
Then the gods smiled and all my stars aligned. It was the first day of April in 1989.
Bobby Wilkinson's wife, Micheline, called and said that their visit, which we had planned, had to be canceled or at least postponed. Micheline was pregnant. Bobby said that he didn't want her to travel. Luke had spent a week having sex with her when we visited them. I started doing math in my head and Micheline noticed. She laughed at me and assured me that Luke wasn't the father. She said that she had several complete menstrual cycles after we left Scotland. They had begun to worry that Bobby couldn't make her pregnant, but then it happened. Everyone was happy.
Luke had commissioned a sports car to be rebuilt for him, in Scotland. We decided we would visit them when Luke's car was ready. That would be July, or August at the latest.
Luke said that we could put our trip off until the baby was born. By Michelin's count, that would be in October. I was especially happy for Michelin. I knew how long she had wanted to have Bobby's child.
Suddenly, we had April free. We planned to have our regular night at the club with no great expectations. Two weeks later, Barb called. She and her live-in honey had split the blanket. Barb had promised to be exclusive with him. That was the reason she had terminated her previous relationship with Luke and me.
She said she wanted me to come to Dallas, and go shopping with her. We would talk about important things. She outlined how much she had missed us and how much she needed to spend some time with us. She said she wanted to sleep in the middle again.
The wheels started turning in my head. I thought, "This is perfect. The fourth Friday is our club day. It's only a week away. I can have Barb meet us there and she can be with Luke for the night. That will make both of them happy. I will ask for a pass to spend the night with Ed."
I told Barb of my plan while I had her on the phone. She was instantly on board. Alone time with Luke was more than she had hoped would happen.
I didn't think I would have any trouble getting Luke to go along with the plan. He has a mystical connection with Barb, and I know he has missed her. He will want her very much. I didn't take any chances. When he came in from work, I met him wearing one of his dress shirts, and nothing else. He says that is my sexiest look. I handed him a drink and steered him to his chair. I sat on his lap and told him my plan.
He allowed that I had wasted my time setting up my trap. He said he was easy where Barb was concerned, and he knew how much I wanted to be with Ed. He liked Ed and he told me it wouldn't be a problem if I wanted to spend a night with him.
I told him there was one more thing. I could see him become apprehensive. He asked if Barb wanted him to perform some perverted act. He was joking, of course. I laughed, and told him, no. I said that she wanted me to go shopping with her the next day, and I wanted a hall pass to have some alone time with her in the afternoon.
He let me stew for a full minute. Then he made me understand that I would have to tell him everything about our visit when I got home.
I agreed to that and gave him a world-class blowjob right there in his chair. He said he couldn't wait until our club night on Friday.
I met Barb the next day. We didn't go shopping. I have had sex with two other women since I was with barb, that first time. I had found that many women are Bi to one degree or another. Barb is the only one that makes me respond like a man does. I get wet and a shot of adrenaline hits me at the same time when I see her. Butterflies fight in my stomach and she can make me cum very easily. Ten minutes after I arrived at her house, she had stripped me and eaten me to orgasm. We licked and sucked each other all afternoon. We played with her toys. She slipped a large butt plug up my rear and then screwed me with a large strap-on dildo. Everything she did to me, I did to her, with variation. We enjoyed one another all afternoon. Truly, most of the time we spent snuggled up close and cuddling.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

When it was time for me to go, I told her that I had promised to tell Luke everything about our day. I should have taken notes. We were starved for each other. We had done a lot.

Barb indicated that she thought it would be a better idea for me to take her home with me. She said that she would fuck Luke's eyes out, and I wouldn't have to tell him anything.
I reminded her that she had to work the next day. She said she would call in and take a personal day. I giggled. She couldn't get more personal than fucking my Luke. I told her to pack her things. We took two cars and she followed me to my home.
When we got back to the ranch, Luke was there. To put a fine point on it, he was more than happy to see Barb. Barb and I were famished. I started making sandwiches and Luke disappeared with her. When the food was ready, I went looking for them. I found them having sex, in the pool house. I made myself comfortable with a ham sandwich and a beer and watched them enjoy themselves. I like to watch. I never get jealous when they are together. The three of us have something special and I don't mind seeing them have fun. Barb told me once that she liked to watch Luke and me, and I know he enjoys watching us when we do our girl-on-girl thing. Barb stayed one more night and then went home on Sunday. Luke and I double teamed her and gave her enough sex to last until Friday.
Luke and I almost screwed each other to death for the next few days. When there is extracurricular sex in the air, we both stay horny all the time. That might be part of the reason we started swinging. We had a good session Wednesday evening and then we stopped. We had no sex on Thursday or Friday before we went to the club. We both wanted to be on edge when we arrived there.
I love making love with Luke. I love Luke. I mentioned that we were about to break our once a month rule. We had Barb over the last weekend and now we were going to the club. He told me that Barb was no longer subject to that rule. I had to giggle. I love Luke.
We arrived at the club just before nine. I was a little bit nervous or apprehensive. I was about to take a cock that was probably too big to fit inside me. Then I had a bad thought. What would happen if Ed already had a date for the night? I thought about it and giggled to myself. Some poor girl would be stood up. He has waited too long, to miss his chance with me.
Barbra hadn't arrived yet. We waited for her and then the three of us went looking for Big Ed. He was easy to find. He was in his office.
We knocked on his door. He ushered us in and seated us. He offered drinks and then ordered them from the bar. Luke introduced Barb as his date for the evening. She smiled and Ed kissed her hand. Ed admitted that he had seen her in the club once before. He told her that he was disappointed that she hadn't come more often. We spent a few minutes getting the pleasantries out of the way. He asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit by my favorite customers?"
He moved closer to me and bent to whisper in my ear. Of course, he said he wanted to eat my pussy. That comes by rote now. I looked into his beautiful face and said, "Tonight's the night."
A waitress chose that time to bring the drinks.
When she left, Ed was still standing there in shock. Luke said, "We want to watch." Barb was giggling and holding Luke's hand.
Ed regained his composure. Then he moved. If this had been a bluff, he definitely was going to call. He helped me to my feet and lifted my dress over my head in one smooth motion. I was standing there nude except for my shoes and my necklace. Ed said, "Watch this Luke." He picked me up and brushed everything off his desk. He sat me down on his desk and pushed me down on my back. He buried his face in my wet pussy and the butterflies went wild in my stomach. I felt him suck my clit into his mouth and torture it with his teeth and his tongue. He penetrated me and touched my G-spot with a finger.
I could hear Barbra giggling and Luke shouted, "Eat her Ed."
I came hard all over his face. He gave me a completely unexpected orgasm in less than a minute. I screamed. A fire was in my belly. I submitted completely to him. I begged him to fuck me.
Luke said, "We want to watch that too."
Barb giggled. I glanced at her. She was massaging her pussy. I heard her tell Luke to eat her. Luke relieved her of her dress and laid her on the couch. He made her come with his magical tongue in just a few heartbeats.
I felt the head of Ed's cock force its way into my pussy. It felt huge. When he got it inside, he stopped for a few seconds and then pushed more of his oversized penis into my body. I was cumming continuously. I was having little ones back to back but the raging fire in my belly could not be denied. A big one washed over me. This magnificent bastard had reduced me to a glob of quivering jelly in less than two minutes on a hard desktop. I screamed, "Hurt me Ed." He pushed more of his cock inside me and began stroking me. He kept going deeper and it seemed okay. The girth of his tool was what I noticed. My ten-inch dildo didn't stretch me this much. His cock was enormous in diameter. He fucked me with it and I came again.
I looked at Luke. He had his cock buried in Barb and she was flopping like a fish out of water. She was whimpering and doing everything she could to get him deeper into her pussy.
I felt Ed's cock start to swell even more. I thought, "Oh God, here it comes." I felt his first strong spasm. His bulbous cock head was touching my cervix but he backed off a little. I realized he was trying hard, not to hurt me. He was not fucking me with his entire length. I felt his semen splashing hot inside me. It seemed like he was cumming in quarts. I was full of his juice and he was still pumping more into me. Barb was praying to God and begging Luke to fuck her harder. She was in ecstasy.
Suddenly, Ed was finished with me. He pulled his cock out of me. I felt empty and deserted. I had believed he would fuck me forever. I realized how used up I was but I didn't feel the expected pain. It was over and it was good. I wanted Ed to hold me and he did. I wished his cock were still inside me. I was so empty.
Barb was cooing and whimpering. Luke was still slowly fucking her as they both came down from their climax.
I lay there and recovered some. I heard Luke comment to Ed about this being an off-premises club. Ed told him that you could do anything when you're the boss. They laughed. Where did they get the energy to laugh?
I heard Ed ask Luke, how long he could keep me. Barb came to me and asked if I was okay. I told her I felt empty but I was okay.
When I could stand, Ed led us through the back door of his office and we found ourselves in his private apartment. Ed asked again how long he could keep me. Luke told him as long as she wants to stay. He admonished Ed, not to hurt me. Luke said that he wanted me back in one piece.
Ed said that he had wanted me for a long time. He assured Luke that he would be very careful with me.
The conversation went on between the two men. Ed said that he had heard the stories. He knew that people said he had a ten-inch cock. If that is what Linda is expecting she will be disappointed. Truthfully, I do have a large member. The length is a bit over eight inches but it's more than two inches across the head. He continued his soliloquy. It's a curse, Luke. Very few women can take it all in their pussy and I've never had a real blowjob like I hear other men describe. I've never found a woman that could take more than part of the head in her mouth. The girls that enjoy anal won't even come around me.
Ed continued, but changed the subject. Connie Ziegler told me about you, Luke. She said you might be the best lover in the world and your cock is perfect in every respect.
Luke admitted that he had always been happy with shorty.
Ed opined that he envied Luke. He promised again to be careful with me and thanked Luke for sharing me. He said that he had come to believe it was never going to happen.
I felt warm in the middle, hearing these two powerful men talk about sharing me. Barb and I went to the shower to make ourselves sparkly for them. Everything we needed was in the master bath. Ed had herded freshly fucked women through here before. I had to giggle.
Barb and I rejoined the men. I was beginning to feel a bit sore. I thought that if this little bit of soreness was as bad as it got, I would enjoy having sex with Ed. He is not going to hurt me with an eight-inch cock. I can take all of that.
Ed said that the apartment was 2500 square feet with four bedrooms and they are all master suites. It was designed for entertaining several guests. He invited all of us to stay the night and promised that Barb and Luke could have all the privacy that they wanted.
Barb said she wanted some privacy right now and led Luke away by the hand. I envied their comfort level with each other. They knew how to please each other, and how much pleasure they were going to share tonight. Luke looked back at me and fingered his pendant. I was still a little afraid of Ed. He could hurt me by accident. I knew he wouldn't do it intentionally. We had become friends months ago.
Ed said, "Linda, I'm glad you are here, but why? What do you want from me?"
I answered him honestly. I told him that I had always been attracted to him. I had wanted to spend the night with him since the first time we met. I paused for a second and then told him everything I needed for him to know. I said that I had heard some of the girls talk about him around the club. They say you are a kind and gentle giant who carries a big stick. I want you to treat me to the experience of that big stick, and I want you to be gentle with me. I want us to learn to enjoy each other so we will want to do this again. I want to learn to be comfortable with you. I have anticipated this night for a long time. I told him the big truth then. I told him I was afraid and asked him to help me through the night. Butterflies fluttered in my belly.
He promised that he would make this night wonderful for me. I tried to relax, but the butterflies didn't go away.
He kissed me and led me to his bedroom. The room was large and tastefully appointed. There was a large mirror on the ceiling and another built into a wall near one side of the bed. We could watch ourselves when we were in bed together.
I remembered a time when Luke and I had gone mystical. We had stood together holding hands, and watched ourselves make love to each other. The butterflies fluttered again. I wondered if I could go mystical with this man. That experience is not exclusive to Luke. I have been there with Barb.
Ed turned me to face him. I stood on my toes and he bent to kiss me. I let my lips part to accept him and his tongue slipped between my teeth and touched my tongue. I was aware of everything. His powerful arms encircled me and squeezed me comfortably against his muscular chest. My breasts tingled with excitement under the pressure. I felt his cock begin to harden against my belly. I became very wet. I thought, "Mother Nature is preparing me for this encounter." I felt very small and weak in his embrace. I knew that I didn't have the ability to resist him, even if I wanted to. The butterflies came back to life.
I ended the sweet kiss and let my knees flex under me. My body slid downward. My tits dragged across the now swollen cock in his pants. Soon I was resting on my knees, and looking upward at the bulge in his slacks. I kissed the fabric there and unbuckled his belt. His pants fell to the floor and there it was.
We call Luke's penis, the monster. This thing was monstrous. The head was the size of a racquetball. It swayed at the end of his massive shaft. The color was deep purple. A large drop of clear precum formed at the tip. It was so heavy I knew it couldn't hang there long. It was about to drop. My tongue snaked out and caught it just in time.
I took this monstrous thing in both hands and studied it. The butterflies continued their fight, and my mind whirled at the sight of this thing before me. The head felt like hard rubber, and the crown ridge was stiff as if it had gristle in it. The shaft started out slightly smaller than the head but it became more massive toward the root. I could see how Caroline would believe it was ten inches. I wanted to measure it. I was sure it was more than eight.
I cautioned myself to be very careful. Ed could hurt me with this thing. I wanted it inside me. I worshiped it for a time. I kissed the tip and tried to stick my tongue in his urethra opening. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried to get the head in my mouth. There was no way. (Try to put a racquetball in your mouth sometime.) My teeth scbangd across the top and I felt Ed flinch. I backed away and tried other things. I licked the head and the shaft as I jacked it with both hands. His testicles were on the same scale. They hung heavy in his scrotum. I fondled them, kissed them, and sucked on them. I thought about Luke cutting them out if I was mistreated. It was a terrible thought. I put it out of my mind immediately.
I looked up and locked eyes with Ed's steely greys. I could imagine what he was seeing. I was sucking on one of his nuts and his cock was lying across my face. I giggled.
I teased and played with him for a long time. Finally, he helped me to my feet and pulled my dress over my head. I stepped out of my shoes. I was naked except for my pendant. I never take that off. The butterfly tussle was still going on.
I helped Ed undress. When I saw his naked body for the first time, I was astounded. I expected him to be well shaped, but this was beyond that. He didn't have the body of a weightlifter or a bodybuilder. He had nice muscle definition, but his muscles seemed to flow smoothly. He had the body of a well-nourished swimmer. His penis was massive. I yearned to have it inside me. BUTTERFLIES
He took me with him and laid us on the bed. He rolled on top of me but supported most of his own weight. He kissed me. His kiss was soft and sweet, yet insistent. I thought I was about to be fucked. BUTTERFLIES
That's not what happened. He started by kissing the tip of my nose, and then my eyes. He nipped at one earlobe. He used his tongue to make a wet spot under my jawline and puffed air on it. It felt cool. I squirmed under him and giggled. He let his tongue find its way back into my mouth and we kissed for a long time. He allowed more of his weight to press me into the bed. His hands traced the curve of my breast and my hips. He dragged his hard cock over my clit more than once. He let one of his huge fingers slip inside me. I snuggled closer to him. I became more and more aroused.
He left a trail of licks and kisses as he moved his attention and his mouth to my breasts. He spent a lot of time there, working his magic. My pussy flowed with new juices, and my Kegel muscles flexed against the emptiness inside me. My pussy was literally pulsing with desire. I was hot and getting hotter. I needed his cock. MORE BUTTERFLIES
I whispered, "Help me cum, Ed."
I felt him move and the tip of his tongue touched my clit. My body jerked and flinched in response. I put both hands on the back of his head and pulled his face into my pussy as my hips thrust forward to meet him. I locked him in place with my thighs and bucked against his face hard. One of his huge fingers slipped inside me again, to toy with my sweet spot. Baby orgasms danced through my body. I had at least four of them and then a big one washed over me. It was like an incoming ocean wave that was irresistible. My being was consumed by it. The rest of the world ceased to exist and my orgasm became everything. I heard myself scream. The scream wasn't part of me. It sounded far away. I went inside myself for a minute or two.
Caroline Bixby had told me, that this magnificent bastard could eat pussy like a Prince of the Arabian Knights. Damn, he was far better than that. He eats pussy as if he knows how it feels. Normally only women can do that. I wondered why I had put him off for so long.
I came back to my senses. I released my lover. I took my hands away from his head, relaxed my thighs and let them fall away from his ears. He raised his eyes to mine and smiled. His twinkling grey eyes had a magical effect on me. How could a man hold his breath that long? Maybe, he breathes through a hole in the top of his head, like a killer whale. I was thankful for his abilities.
He crawled up my body and kissed me. I could taste my strawberry douche in his mouth. I spread my legs very wide, so he could lie between them.
In a whisper, I asked him to fuck me. I told him that's why I had come to be with him.
He didn't answer me verbally. He reached to the bookshelf built into the headboard. I watched him open a squeeze bottle of lubricant. I said that I was very wet and we wouldn't need it.
He answered me this time. He said that no woman has ever been wet enough for what was about to happen.
I felt trepidation and anxiety. I got another jolt of adrenalin, and the butterflies were back in my stomach.
He rose to his knees between my widespread knees. I knew my pussy was open and on full display for him. He squeezed a healthy portion of the lube inside me. It tickled and felt cold. I squirmed and giggled. I watched as he squeezed more lube onto his cock. He used his hands to coat it liberally and then dried them on a towel. My need to have him inside of me overwhelmed my fear. My anticipation had me quivering.
I whispered again. I begged him to fuck me.
He leaned back on his haunches and hooked his elbows under my knees. He slid my body toward him until my pussy was nestled against his cock. He leaned forward and kissed me again. His tongue tasted sweet in my mouth.
I felt the head of his cock force me open and enter my channel. There was only stretching, no pain.
I heard myself tell him yes several times, and then I begged him again, to fuck me. I was completely aroused. I was so scared.
I felt another few inches of his big stick enter me. He kissed me tenderly. He pulled out everything except the head and then shoved it back until it touched my cervix. My cervix seemed to move out of his way and another inch found its way inside me. I felt pain then and heard myself grunt. It was a most unladylike sound. Ed sensed my discomfort and backed away instantly. He started to stroke me with a rhythm that was new to me. Luke had been right when he told me that Ed would be in control. He was fucking me exactly as he wanted to and holding my body exactly where he wanted it to be.
All of my fear vanished. The butterflies quieted down. I reasoned that I had asked for this, and I wasn't going to get up and go home. I had to trust Ed. He was my friend and I could trust him. I was thankful for the extra lube.
He fucked me slowly. I rolled into his gentle thrust and let him know when it was good and when it hurt. I sensed that he wanted to make this good for me. I knew that he would forgo his own pleasure to enhance mine. I felt so full. It felt so good. I dreaded the empty hollow feeling I would have when he finished with me.
He fucked me slowly, but progressively deeper. I started to embrace, and endure a small amount of pain. I tried to hide it from him. The pain wasn't unbearable. I thought, "Mother Nature will give me real pain before she allows me to be damaged. She wants this magnificent bastard to make me pregnant, not injure me."
He fucked me this way for a long time. I felt more and more comfortable with him. I signaled that he could fuck me harder. He did. His strokes came with more authority. Every stroked stimulated my G-spot. There was not enough room inside my pussy. I couldn't change the angle so he would miss the sweet spot. I knew I would cum soon. I wouldn't be able to control it. I moved closer to the edge. He continued to fuck me and I suffered pain that hurt so good.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As I was falling over the edge, I asked him to come with me. I didn't even have one little one. I just exploded. I thrust hard into him repeatedly as I climaxed. I was all but finished when I felt his cock swell and start to throb. He told me he was cumming, and I exploded again. We both fucked each other hard this time. There might have been some pain, but I didn't notice it.

It was over. Ed tried to roll off me. I begged him to stay where he was and keep his cock inside me as long as he could. Two hundred, fifty pounds is not much. I tried to milk him with my pussy. I didn't know if he could feel it or not. I felt his erection start to subside. I didn't know that would happen. I had never felt him go soft. Subconsciously, I think I thought that the magnificent bastard stayed hard all the time.
He took most of his weight off me but kept the pressure where our bodies joined. I didn't feel hollow. I knew that Ed had strived to be gentle with me. I knew that I hadn't yet had all of his monstrous cock inside of me.
A bell rang. Ed said, "Oh shit." There was a problem in the club. There was a walkie-talkie in the headboard. Ed answered it. He just said, "Yes," as he rolled off me. The empty feeling came quickly.
A man's voice on the other end explained the problem. He explained that one of the customers had got a little too drunk and became overly aggressive, with a young woman. Her escort knocked him on his ass before the bouncers got there. He said that he had everyone involved under control now, and asked how to handle it.
I thought of my experience with Louis Brown.
Ed told him to throw the drunk out of the club. If he comes back, kick his ass and throw him out again. If he comes back again, kick his ass a bit harder, and have the cops hall him away.
I thought that it must be standard procedure. That is the same way that Ted handles drunks at his place. Ted's Place is a small dance club and bar near our home. Luke and I hang there sometimes. Ted is a friend.
Ed continued. He told his assistant to comp. the bar bill or bills for the young lady and her escort. Give each of them a free pass for two and promise them that the drunk will never be allowed on the premises in the future. If they start talking about lawsuits or any bullshit like that, call me back.
The voice acknowledged his orders.
I rubbed my wet pussy on the magnificent bastard's leg.
Ed paused and then told Jimmy to go private.
The voice confirmed that the speaker was off.
Ed told Jimmy, that he was indisposed with a very special young lady. I am here if you need me. Just this once, try not to bother me. I mean that, even if you have to make a small decision on your own. I'll be out about three-thirty to check on the clean-up crew. Leave me alone until then, if you can.
Jimmy said, "Will do Boss," and broke the connection.
Ed snuggled down close to me and rubbed his leg against my wet pussy. I giggled for him.
I noticed pain in my belly. It was slight, but getting worse. It felt like a menstrual cramp. It was the wrong time of the month for that. I tried to hide it from Ed. It wasn't severe. Maybe, it would go away.
We cuddled and Ed told me that he would have to get up about three. He would have to shower and dress. His check of the night cleaning crew was necessary. He had to see that the books balanced every night too. He assured me that I would be okay, here by myself. I told him that I knew Luke was here in the apartment. I would be fine.
I noticed a flash of light in the wall mirror. It grabbed my attention. I thought for a minute and then asked if it was a two-way mirror.
Ed chuckled, and said it was.
I asked him who was watching us.
He kissed my cheek and told me that Luke and Barb are the only other people in the apartment. It had to be them. Ed said he had shown Luke where the little observation closet was, and told me why he did it. Luke had been telling Ed he wanted to watch ever since he had caught us flirting with each other the first time. He was kind enough to allow us to be together. I thought I should grant his wish. He paused and then asked me how I caught on.
I said that I had seen a flash of light. Luke must have opened a door into a lighted hallway.
Ed asked me if I was angry. I told him it was all right. Luke and I watch each other with each of our swing partners at least once. We are both voyeurs. I told him that if I had known we were being watched, we could have put on a better show. I told him that we could have let them watch me being screwed anally. Ed told me we couldn't do that. He said that I could be severely injured. I laughed and told him we would have had to fake it. It would have been fun. Maybe we could do it sometime in the future. I cautioned him not to speak of it with Luke. I asked if we could watch them and he said their bedroom had a mirror too.
I kissed him and asked if he needed to sleep. The truth was, I wanted to sleep. Ed and I snuggled in the same spoon position that Luke and I use. I felt so small in the arms of this gentle giant. I felt like a pixie. Luke calls me his, Tinker Bell, sometimes. I fingered the pendant that Luke had given me.
My pain had faded to almost nothing. Truly, I was exhausted.
Ed commented that we had gotten wild. He said that I would be sore the next morning. His comment made me giggle. I kissed his cheek, and I told him I was already sore but it was okay. It was nice to have this magnificent bastard worry about me. I wanted him to hold me, while I slept. He did a damn good job of it.
A quiet alarm sounded about two-thirty. As I was coming awake, I noticed the absence of pain. I realized that I was sore but not hurt. I had been this sore when I fucked myself with my giant dildo. I knew that I would be okay.
I felt Ed's powerful arms tighten around me. We were still spooning. I felt warm and safe. I wiggled my butt against him to let him know I was awake. He told me that he had set the alarm early so that he could snuggle with me for a few minutes before he had to get up. I was pleased that he wanted to do that. Snuggling with Luke is one of my favorite things. I was finding out that snuggling with Ed was nice too. I fingered my pendant and thought about Luke, while I enjoyed being there with Ed.
At three, Ed released me from his embrace and slid out of bed. I lay there in the residue of his warmth and felt alone. I wondered what Luke and Barb were doing. I decided they were probably sleeping.
I heard Ed turn the shower on. I needed a shower, but I needed a douche more. I opted to stay in bed. I would clean up after Ed left. I felt alone. I thought, "Screw it." I joined Ed in his shower. He welcomed me and we played touchy feely while we bathed each other. Just being close to this huge man excited me, but I was perfectly comfortable with him. I realized that we truly were friends. I giggled to myself and thought about how we were also lovers now.
Ed was able to relax with me too. I think by now he was confident that I was enjoying being with him and I would want to have sex with him again. What He didn't know was how soon. I planned to fuck him at least once again before morning came. What the Hell, I only hurt a little. I resolved to take him completely inside me.
After Ed left, I pottied, douched, and then had a full shower. I washed and dried my hair, and brushed my teeth.
When I was all sparkly, I went searching for Luke and Barb. I felt naughty, padding around in a strange apartment in the nude. I found them easily enough. They were in the only bedroom that had a closed door. I studied the layout and deduced where the door to their observation closet should be. I found it.
I opened the door as quietly as I could and went in. There was a dim nightlight in their room. It rendered a warm glow that lent an erotic quality to the scene before me. Luke and Barb were tangled up with each other on the bed. They were both naked and only partially covered. They appeared to be sleeping soundly. It made me happy to see them together. I love him so much. I wished they were awake. I would have liked to watch them have each other.
I reached down and touched my clit. I let one finger slip into my slit and go as deep as it could. I was sore, maybe more than I had admitted to myself. I had heard Connie Ziegler talk about Luke making her so sore she could barely walk. I could still walk pretty well.
I was proud of my soreness. I had come by it honestly. I would have bet money that I had just given Ed one of the best fucks he ever had. He had gone to sleep so easily. Actually, I became a little smug. I had a short fantasy about riding his over-sized horn like a cowgirl, as soon as he returned. His giant knob had been inside me twice. It was the biggest part of his penis. I knew I could take it. I knew I could take eight inches. My confidence rose. I was sure that I would reach my goal.
I didn't disturb Barb and Luke. I went back to Ed's room.
I decided that I wanted the help to know, that I was the boss's guest. I decided I would dress and go out into the club area. The place had been closed for over two hours. I reasoned that everyone would know why I was there.
I looked at a clock. It was a quarter after four. I changed my mind. I picked my dress off the floor, hung it neatly on the back of a chair, and placed my shoes in front of it. These were all the clothes that I had with me. I had an overnight bag, but it was in the car. I could send Ed for it, later.
Ed had said he would be back by four-thirty. I crawled back in bed to wait for him. I played with my pussy and thought about a threesome with Ed and Luke. I wanted to have Luke in my mouth, while Ed screwed me doggy style. It was a pleasant thought.
I heard Ed as he returned to the room. I looked at him and smiled. I was already very wet.
He smiled back at me, got naked and came to bed. He didn't get under the covers with me. He peeled them back away from me and straddled me on his knees. His big stick lay between my tits. He told me he had been thinking about titty fucking me.
I used my hands to squeeze my boobs around his cock. He started a slow stroke. His enormous head would appear and slide up to my face. I had been titty fucked before. In the past, I could always take the penis in my mouth when it came to me. It wasn't the case this time. I took to tonguing the sensitive underside of the head and sucking on his urethra when they were in range. I used my hands to squeeze and massage his big stick with my titties. He fucked my boobs.
He told me he could cum this way. Between licks, I told him to make it happen. It took ten minutes and then it happened. I held him to my mouth and sucked his cum out of him as his orgasm enveloped him. I held his balls in one hand as they convulsed and emptied themselves. I didn't spill a drop. I held it in my mouth and savored the flavor. He didn't taste exactly like Luke, but the taste was good. It wasn't near the cupful that I expected. I had emptied him just a few hours ago, but it was still twice as much as I had ever sucked out of Luke. I swallowed it.
He climbed off me and lay down beside me. He told me he had wanted to do that because he knew it could be done without hurting me. He thanked me. I wondered if he would kiss me while I had the taste of his cum in my mouth. He did. It wasn't a problem for him.
He went flaccid on me. I cuddled with him and let him rest for about half an hour. Then, I did another worship session on his penis. My intent was to get him hard so I could play cowgirl with him. I wanted to have sex with him, but I needed to be on top, and in control. I was even more determined to have him all the way inside me.
I showed great enthusiasm in my efforts. As any man would, he responded nicely. In fifteen minutes, I had an extremely hard, giant cock in my possession. I felt nasty and naughty. I straddled him this time and reached for the lube bottle. I squeezed some into my pussy and coated his cock with it. I held his cock in place under my entry and lowered myself. The extra Lube worked. His head found its way inside easier than I thought it would. It felt slippery. I hurt a little as it stretched me. I inched down until I felt completely full. I stopped there and used the towel to dry my hands. I let my hands explore our bodies where they joined. At least two inches of this magnificent bastard's shaft was still outside.
I wanted to ride him hard and bounce on him as if he was a bucking bronco. I had to give up. I couldn't do it. There was too much pain. I lay my tits down on his chest and screwed him slowly. That was enough for both of us. His cock was tormenting my G-spot. I became less and less concerned about the pain. I took him deeper, and then even deeper. Eventually, I was bouncing my clit on his pubic bone. I had done it. I had him completely inside. I moved closer to the edge.
Baby orgasms hit me first. They were uncontrollable. They ripped through me one after the other. The fire in my belly became an inferno. I came hard. I saw stars and felt the world tilt on its axis. I knew I was screaming. I was begging the gods for help and coaxing Ed to fuck me harder. There was some pain. I didn't care. It was bearable. I was so high, I thought we would go mystical, but it didn't happen.
I felt Ed's body stiffen under me. He was cumming with great spasms. His body jerked and he thrust into me. It happened again and then again. It kept happening. I thought it would never stop. I was still at the high point of my climax. I didn't know if one orgasm ended, and I had a second one, or I had only one that lasted a very long time. I rose up and rode him like the cowgirl I wanted to be. I thought, "Fuck the pain." It hurt so good.
I lay down on his chest and went to sleep before he lost his erection. I didn't feel empty.
We slept for about four hours. I looked at the clock. It said three minutes after ten. Ed had moved me into our spoon position and his large body seemed to be wrapped around me. I was warm and comfortable except for some pain in my abdomen. This was a new pain, but I didn't worry about it. I was confident, that Mother Nature would not let me be hurt badly. I was proud of my pain.
I felt Ed kiss the back of my neck. He asked me if I was okay. I told him I was sore but I would be all right. I rolled in his arms to face him. I initiated our kiss. He held me close and we let the kiss last a long time. He told me that I was like a small package of dynamite. He said that I was little but full of power, and he felt lucky to have me in his bed. He wanted me to want to do this again sometime.
I told him that I intend to do this again. I wanted to fuck him right then, but I didn't think either of us was able.
He told me he was hungry. I was famished.
The phone rang. Ed Told the caller that we were both hungry. I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation. He hung up.
He told me that Barb was cooking and breakfast would be ready in half an hour. We cuddled for another minute before we went to the shower. I got up first and asked him to give me five minutes. He understood.
After we bathed, Ed whispered in my ear that he wanted to eat my pussy. He dropped to his knees and I let him do it. He was soft and gentle with me. I had one sweet orgasm that was the perfect end to our encounter. We went to breakfast. I walked well enough. I was very sore.
The four of us met in the breakfast nook. I knew that I looked sparkly and I tried to put on a show for Luke. I forced myself to ignore my discomfort, and put some extra spring in my step. I did a good job of hiding my soreness from Luke. I didn't want him to forbid me from seeing Ed again.
Luke kissed me and asked if I was okay. I told him I was fine and that Ed had been very good to me. Ed snitched on me. He told Luke that I was sore, and said that Luke would have to baby me, for a day or two. He apologized for my condition.
I piped up and told the truth. I said that I was the one that been carried away and made myself a little sore. I told Luke that Ed had always been gentle with me. Luke asked me how bad it was and I said that it was no worse than the time we played with the giant dildo that Barb had given me. I said I wasn't hurt, just sore.
I asked Barb if she ever got sore. She answered me by saying that she was sore right now and it wasn't a big deal. She said that Luke always made her sore and that was just the price she had to pay when she had such wonderful sex with him. She told Luke that girls always get a little sore. They just don't talk about it. She said that if the truth was known, all of Luke's partners came away sore. Luke knew that was the truth.
Luke held me until he convinced himself that I was all right. He sensed that I wanted to put off further discussion until we could talk privately.
We dropped the subject and had breakfast together.
After breakfast, it was time to go. Ed walked us to the main entrance and then out to the parking lot. We put Barb in her car first. Luke spent a little extra time kissing her goodbye before she drove away.
We walked up behind my car and Ed told me how much he enjoyed my visit. He kissed me soulfully for a long time. Then he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me in public. He told me I should think about it and find a way to let it happen. Those had been the same instructions he had given me the first time he told me that he wanted to eat my pussy. He gave me another quickie goodbye kiss and walked away.
Luke was already in the car waiting for me. He hadn't wanted to stay out and watch me say goodbye to Ed. We took Interstate 35 north and went home.
That night in bed, Luke wanted a truth time. I'm sure he has told you how that works. He wanted to know how sore I really was and if there was any chance of my being damaged internally. He just wouldn't let it go, but then I knew that he loved me, and he was worried about me.
We were spooning and he was holding me close in his strong arms. I enveloped myself in the love that radiated from him. I thought about the time a few hours ago, when I had been lying in Ed's arms this way. I remembered how nice that was. This was infinitely better. Ed is my friend. He made me feel welcome in his bed and in his arms. I'm sure that has been true for many women. I could feel the lust he had for my body. I reveled in it, but I knew that Ed didn't love me, and I didn't love him.
I could physically feel the love coming from Luke. A powerful desire began to burn in my belly. I felt no butterflies. I felt a strong need for this man to understand how much I loved him. I touched his pendant that I always wore around my neck. We had lain together like this so many times that we communicated subliminally. I gave him the signal and he released me from his embrace.
I rolled to face him and took his flaccid cock in my hand. I moved to a position where I was on my knees between his spread legs. I didn't worship his cock as I had done for Ed. I made love to Luke with my mouth. I licked the head, especially the sweet spot on the underside. I massaged the shaft and his scrotum with my hands and a little later with my mouth. The beautiful monster began to respond. It swelled in my grasp and became hard as if I had thrown a switch.
Luke held my head in his hands and said that we didn't have to do this.
I giggled for him and took the monster's beautiful head in my mouth and tongue bathed it for a few seconds before I let it slip down my throat. There is no way I could have done that for Ed.
I thought about what Connie had said to Ed. She was right. This cock is perfect in all respects. It smells good, tastes good and fills me perfectly. It gives me much pleasure and pain only when I ask for it. I giggled around him while he was deep in my throat. I got an extra wiggle and a moan out of him. He thought I wanted him to cum this way. He believed I was too sore to give him my pussy. I knew he would try to hurry so I wouldn't have to work too hard or for too long. I felt him move to the edge. I had a different plan. I changed position again.

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I planted my knees outside his hips and sat upright. (You're thinking cowgirl. Right?) I was very wet and I knew I was ready. I helped the monster find his way to my center. I let myself settle. The head of his prick opened me easily and moved inside. I paused for a second or two in anticipation of the pain that I knew was coming. It was easily bearable. I continued my downward movement very slowly until penetration was complete.

He was inside me and I experienced the sweet feeling of fullness and the love that he always incites in me. He withdrew and reset himself at my deepest place. It hurt, and he paused. My plan was to fuck him the same way I had fucked Ed early this morning.
I lay down on his chest and began a slow grind. I kept the pain at bay. He lay still and allowed me to fuck him this way for several minutes. The pain didn't go away, but I decided I could handle it and maybe a little more. I increased the tempo. A few minutes later, I felt like I could set up. I placed both my hands on his chest and pushed myself upright. I was going to be a cowgirl no matter how much it hurt.
I rode him hard. I knew that he wanted to cum inside me and he would do it as quickly as possible. He knew I was in pain. I felt the monster begin his precum swell. My orgasm was flowering in my depths and rising toward the surface. It hurt. I knew that I would endure any pain for this man, who loved me.
We went mystical. I knew it was going to happen. Time almost stopped altogether, but then moved ahead slowly. I looked down into Luke's handsome face and realized that he was with me. He smiled and I felt the bliss he was experiencing. He could feel the love I had for him. I became aware of the cock I had inside me. It felt like a red-hot branding iron searing the flesh within my body. It was okay. I belonged to him. He could brand me if he wanted. The pain was excruciatingly wonderful. I fucked him hard.
I was having one orgasm after another but I hardly noticed them. I was feeling Luke's orgasm. His cock was part of me and so were his balls. My cock swelled and pulsed. My balls contracted and tried to climb into my pussy. I was pumping cum into my own body. It hurt so nice.
Time passed slowly but it passed. We were spooning again. There was very little pain. Luke was holding me close and breathing easily. I realized I was breathing easily too. We should have been gasping and fighting for air. I must have passed out or at least fallen asleep. Time had passed and we had recovered. I thought about the orgasms that Ed had induced in me. They were wonderful. My orgasms with Luke are far better. I love Luke.
I knew that Luke was almost asleep. I decided to joke and be flippant with him. I asked him if he had fun with Barb. He wanted to sleep. His answer was short. He said that I was a better fuck. His naughty words made me happy. I giggled.
Luke paused and then told me that he thought Barb was cheating. That stunned me and of course, I wanted to know why he thought that of her. He replied that when he kissed her goodbye she had told him that her live-in boyfriend had called and asked to come home. She had agreed. She knew he was coming home before she spent the night with Luke. Luke was upset. I decided to reserve judgment until I could talk to her. I knew Luke would want to talk about it later.
I asked if he wanted to shower. I received another short answer. He just said, no. A few seconds later he told me that he wanted to hold me close and sleep. I didn't bother him anymore. I felt the rhythm of his body change. Even as he slept, he held me close.
I lay there in Luke's arms. I was ready for sleep too. I felt warm, comfortable and safe. I put Barb out of my mind. My pain had ebbed to almost nothing. I knew I was going to be sore for another day or two. That was okay. My soreness was the price that I willingly paid just as Barb had said. I had beautiful sex with two powerful men in one day. I felt smug and proud of my pain, again.
I knew that I could put a check in the "Big Dick," box on my bucket list. I would never be interested in anything bigger than Ed's big stick. A girl must know her limits. I giggled, and thought, "He is our friend. Luke will allow me to have sex with him occasionally." That is all I could ever want of Ed.
As I began to drift away, I thought about Ed again. When we were saying goodbye today, he had said that he wanted to fuck me in public. Public sex is another one of the items on my bucket list. How did he know? I realized it didn't matter. I would think about it and find a way to let it happen, just as I had found a way to let him eat my pussy. My naughty thoughts made me giggle.
I snuggled closer to my husband, and whispered, "I love you Luke." I faded easily into a deep sleep.


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What do you think? Should I write another chapter?

Linda

[Ramesh_Rocky]

In April of 1989, Linda and I had planned to have Bobby Wilkinson and his wife, Michelin, visit with us. They live in Scotland. We received a phone call from them. They informed us that Michelin had finally become pregnant and Bobby didn't want her to travel. We all agreed to postpone their trip to some indefinite time in the future.

I had commissioned the re-build of an old English sports car by Michelin's Uncle Artair during a previous visit. He phoned in the middle of June and said the car was ready for shipment to me.
Previously Linda and I had planned to visit them in November or December after Michelin's baby was born. We wanted to see the baby and yes, I had some designs on some interaction with the baby's mother. We had been lovers in the past. Linda of course, had a relationship with Bobby that had been ongoing.
I argued that I didn't want to wait until December to visit. I wanted to go right away. Mid-Winter would not be the time for playing with my new toy on the back roads of Scotland. Mid-Summer would be perfect for Linda and me to tour part of Great Britain in the little car. We could have the time together in a foreign land, fix any problems with the car and have it shipped immediately.
I called Bobby and then Artair. Everyone was exuberant about seeing us again. Bobby talked to me privately. He made me understand that there could be no playtime with Michelin during her pregnancy and we needed to agree to put all our activities on hold until our next visit. I agreed to that.
When I informed Linda of that development, she only showed minimal disappointment. Her Idea was to have a nice visit, pick up the car and spend three or four days sightseeing together before shipping the car and coming home. It would be a vacation just for us. I liked the idea.
On the following Monday, I had my secretary call our travel agent and set an itinerary. I then called Bobby and told him our arrival time. He agreed to meet us in Edinburgh as he had done the last time and assured me that Artair would have my car prepared for our use.
Linda and I left Texas on the nineteenth of the month and landed in Edinburgh at about ten AM on Tuesday the twentieth. I had left our return date open but I intended to be at home no later than the twenty-ninth. That was Thursday of the following week. That would give us seven complete days on the ground in Scotland if we needed it. I had found that weekday travel was always easier.
Bobby and Michelin were there to meet us just as planned. We walked away from customs and Linda greeted Bobby with enthusiasm. Michelin greeted me with great enthusiasm. She let her lips brush mine and whispered, "I dream about you," as she hugged me. I held her longer than I should have. The monster moved.
We collected our luggage. I only had one bag and my small carry-on. Linda had brought three large bags and her carry-on was twice as big as mine was. I thought, "She is a girl." The girls walked away holding hands, talking and giggling among themselves. I thought Bobby and I would have to carry everything but he acquired the help of a porter with a cart. I felt reprieved from a bout of hard labor. Bobby had parked in the same place as the last time. We loaded the Bentley and the girls climbed into the back seat together. Bobby and I seated ourselves in the front.
He put the car in motion and asked if we wanted to do anything before going to his home.
I answered, "I want to see Uncle Artair and my TR3 as soon as possible.
Linda giggled and said, "First, I want to have another helping of Cullen Skink at that same little roadside inn we stopped at before."
Michelin seconded Linda's motion and Bobby moved us in that direction at a high rate of speed. I thought, "I guess my car can wait another hour."
The girls chattered and giggled like collegechildren. There was no way for Bobby and me to have any conversation. After about ten minutes, Bobby tripped a switch. A glass window rose from behind the front seat and effectively sealed them off. I looked back at them through the glass. I intended to stick my tongue out at them but they didn't even look at me. I don't think they noticed.
It became very quiet in our half of the car. Bobby said, "Once you told me that you would stick your tongue in their mouth to shut them up. My tongue wasn't long enough. I had to close the window." He was speaking with the accent you would find on the campus of Texas A&M University. He had the ability to switch from a thick Scottish Brogue to American English at will. He used American English with me so I could understand him. He used the brogue with Linda because it turned her on.
I laughed with him. After a moment, I said, "Michelin certainly looks good. I expected to see her all puffy and swollen out of shape."
Bobby answered, "The doctor thinks she is between ten and twelve weeks along. In our little village, he has no way to test her except for his eyeballs. He assured me that she is healthy and the baby is doing well. He says she will start to show her condition soon."
I asked, "May I be straightforward with a question in regard to our no sex agreement?"
He answered, "Surely, as always."
I asked, "Have you quit having sex with her? It won't hurt her, you know. When Linda was pregnant, we had sex right up until the very end. Her doctor told me that women are designed to do that. We did abstain for a time after she gave birth."
He said, "It is hard for me, Luke. Hell, I am in my sixties and this is my first child. I can't help it. I am afraid for her. I know that I am probably being overly protective but I can't stop worrying about her and the baby."
We rode in silence for a minute. Bobby said, "When I first saw Linda and she kissed me, I was sorry that I had asked you to make that agreement. You are so lucky. She is such a beautiful woman."
I answered, "You are a lucky man too. I would probably run away with your young wife if I could talk her into it."
He chuckled and answered, "If anyone could do that, it would probably be you. She talks to you in her sleep sometimes.
I said, "I think we should stick to our agreement. If I had sex with her and she had a problem, I would never forgive myself."
He said, "Thank you for understanding and thanks for being my friend."
We pulled into the parking lot of the inn. We followed the girls inside. They never shut up. Ironically, we were seated at the same table we had used before, and the same sweet little old woman came to serve us. Bobby ordered the same meal that we ordered the last time. He ordered Cullen Skink for four and drinks. Cullen Skink is a thick fish served with the house bread. It was like déjà vu.
The severe looking old woman returned with drinks and gracefully danced around the table as she served them. A few minutes later, she returned with our food. She repeated her performance as she served us. She flirted with me as she worked and of course, I flirted back. That too was just as before. Linda and Michelin both giggled as she departed. The food was good like the last time. I was glad that we stopped.
Linda came close to me on the way back to the car and privately asked, "Do you want to ride in the back with Michelin? I can ride with Bobby."
I replied, "I think we should ride as before. We shouldn't build any fires that we can't put out."
She answered, "If Bobby builds a fire in me, I have you to put it out." She kissed my cheek and giggled but then she seated herself in the back.
Bobby opened the window and the four of us talked about what we wanted to do during our stay.
Bobby was going to coach a soccer match the next day. He commented that his team members would enjoy seeing Linda again. It would have been rude for me not to agree to attend the match.
I thought that I had better reserve my alone time with Linda or all our time might be used up with such trivial things. Driving the car was most important to me. I said, "Linda and I want to take a couple days for a driving tour. It can serve as a shakedown cruise for the TR3." I knew that I could stretch that into three days. That would leave plenty of time for Uncle Artair to fix anything I found wrong with the car and properly prepare and crate it for shipment.
Michelin said, "We can spend time together after you get back. Cooks wants you to pick a meal from her Texas cookbook. She will prepare it for us one evening." After a short pause, she continued, "I have planned a small going away party for you the night before you leave."
I said, "We have to be at the airport by three in the afternoon on Wednesday of next week. Your party will have to be on Tuesday evening."
Michelin said, "That was my next question." She hesitated and said, "Tuesday evening will work."
The afternoon flight on that Wednesday was one of our options. I could call and reserve our seats anytime tomorrow. That was another decision I didn't have to make.
Bobby asked, "Linda, what can we do to make you happy?"
Linda giggled and said, "I want you to give me and Luke the same room that he used last year. I want to sleep in that big fluffy down bed with my husband."
Bobby replied, "I can do that." He glanced my way and smiled at me."
Presently, we sat and watched as the main gate before the manor house opened. Bobby piloted the car forward to the large front entry. The staff was there to meet us. I remember our last entry here. The staff had greeted us with bows and curtsies. This time it was hugs and handshakes. Linda and I were both glad to see them too.
Bobby orchestrated a small work party to move our luggage into the room that Linda had requested. The rest of the staff melted into the background. He said, "The sun is under the yardarm somewhere. Come in and I will fix us all a drink.
I replied, "I really am anxious to visit with Artair and see the car."
Bobby said, "Okay we can go there and drink his whisky."
Michelin looked at Linda and said, "Don't worry. We won't have to drink it. Uncle keeps very nice champagne chilled in his fridge. It is especially for me. I know you will like it."
We all climbed back into the Bentley and Bobby drove to the front of the garage where Artair kept his office. He was not there to meet us. We left the car outside and walked into the open barn-sized shop and garage. The Lairds TR3 sat in the open but mine was not in sight. I went to the office door and knocked.
After I knocked about three times the door finally swung open and the crusty old Scot was standing there.
Artair said, "Oh, it's you. I thought someone said you were coming." He stepped out and beckoned for Bobby and the girls to come.
I Asked, "Uncle Artair, where is my car?"
He peered at me through squinted eyes as though I was a naughty and impatient little boy. He put his thickest brogue on display and said, "Pleasantries Luke. Always observe the pleasantries. In the long run, it makes life far more enjoyable."
He offered everyone a seat and a drink. He popped the cork on the champagne first and then poured for the girls. Then he poured a half tumbler of straight Scotch whisky for Bobby, himself and me.
I said, "Uncle Artair, Where is my car?" The girls giggled.
He squinted. His eyes and gave me the look again. He said, "Patients Boy. You need to learn respect for the rest of the group. They don't care about your little toy car. They just came here to drink my booze." He paused and then his deep accent filled the room again. He said, "That is alright though. It is not often that pretty girls come to visit me here."
I lowered my voice and put some threat into it. I said, "Artair, you are a straightforward shit. Even for a member of Clan Campbell. I want to see my car."
He answered with fire in his eyes. "This old man will kick your young arse for the slightest insult to the Clan." He took a step toward me as if he meant it.
I stood and squared to meet his attack. I actually thought it was coming.
He pulled up short and laughed at me. He smiled and said, "Okay Luke. I had to play with you some." He sat back on the edge of his desk, drank a heavy slug of his whisky as he pushed his call button. Everyone in the room was laughing except me. I relaxed a bit but didn't let my guard down completely. I can read men pretty well. I knew that if this old fart were really going to attack me, he would sucker punch me if I gave him the opportunity.
A minute later, there was a knock and then the door swung open. Artair's young helper stuck his head in, looked at the old man and said, "Yes Sir."
Uncle Artair said, "Park the blue one out in the sunshine next to the Bentley." The young man nodded his head and was gone.
I drank a heavy slug of my whisky and took the rest of my drink with me. I went to stand in the shade just inside the shop. I wanted to be there when my TR3 made its appearance. In another minute, the young helper parked ten feet from the Bentley and shut the engine down.
The little blue car was immaculate and beautiful beyond description but it didn't sound like a Triumph. The color was a fine powder blue with an asymmetrical set of three white racing stripes. They ran from the grill to the rear bumper and were offset to the left of center directly in line with the driver's line of vision. The center stripe was about four inches wide and the two outer ones were narrower. My observation of the stripes made me notice that the driver's seat was on the left.
The interior upholstery was very light but not white. It had to be Italian leather. The convertible top rested in its retracted position.. I could see it was made of military grade canvas and colored similar to the interior leather. I'm sure it was made from Dacron. The grill, bumpers and rally style 60 spoke wire wheels were all bright chrome. The hubs were quick change racing spinners.
I could see the oversized discs and calipers of the braking system through the spokes. An inverted U shaped chromed roll bar rose behind each headrest. From the outside, the car was almost as pretty as Linda was but in a different way. I noticed then that everyone was standing just behind and watching me.
The young man stepped out of the car and tossed the keys to Uncle Artair before he trotted away.
Artair came to me and put the keys in my hand. He said, "Take one of these pretty girls for a ride. Teach yourself to drive this machine before you push it the least bit. It makes much more power than the green one does. Come to me when we can be alone. I want to give you a few minutes of instruction personally. Please keep it under eighty, except for short burst for the first five hundred miles. This machine has a brand new engine."
My heart skipped a beat. I handed my drink to Artair. I grabbed Linda's hand and said, "Come with me, Sweetheart." I opened the door for her and helped her into the passenger's seat. The seatbelt was a three-point harness like you would see in an aerobatic airplane. I buckled her in before I sat in the driver's seat and buckled my own harness.
I looked at the dash trying to figure out how to start the thing. Uncle Artair came to the rescue. He said, "Step on the clutch. Put the key in the ignition switch and turn it to the on position. Push the starter button and keep your foot away from the accelerator until the engine has settled into a smooth idle. The gearbox has five forward speeds and the pattern is depicted on top of the shifter." He paused and said, "Release the parking brake. Do not hurt this girl and do not bend this car."
I had followed his instructions as he gave them. We were sitting in a vehicle that vibrated sweetly to the tune of a powerful engine at idle. It didn't sound at all like any British sports car that I had ever been near.
I goosed the throttle just a little and the tachometer jumped quickly through the three thousand RPM mark. The engine sounded more like a Detroit muscle car. I let the RPMs drop back to idle and slipped the transmission into reverse. The clutch engaged and we backed smoothly away from the big Bentley.
I changed to first gear, eased the little machine into the lane, and slowly fed in a small amount of throttle. We were going thirty miles an hour in a heartbeat. That was much too fast for where we were. I was definitely being ham-handed. In my mind, I could see Artair wince.
Linda left me alone and allowed me to learn. In a half hour or so, I was starting to be in control. The little machine was doing what I asked of it, most of the time. Linda had become giddy and was enjoying the ride. She had no idea of the difficulty that I was having. I never got above sixty miles an hour but that seemed fast on the winding two-lane road.
I turned around and headed back toward The Manor. By the time we got there, I was confident that I could land this magic carpet without embarrassing myself.
As I helped Linda from her seat, Bobby, Michelin and Artair surrounded me. Artair was inspecting the car for damage. Bobby was being quiet and nursing his drink. Michelin said, "Take me for a ride, Luke."
Bobby immediately said, "Nay Girl. Not today, maybe when we visit after the baby comes."
Michelin's lower lip popped out into the pout position but she bent to The Laird's will without argument.
Bobby stepped between the two women and gave them each an arm. He said, "Come with me girls. I sense that these two auto buffs want to be alone." They walked away toward the main house. He looked back at me and said, "Take your time, Luke. I can entertain them both."
I asked Artair, "Where is my drink?"
He said, "I finished it for you while you were gone. Come with me I will make you another. Artair's idea of making a drink is pouring a tumbler half-full of Scotch and handing it to you. I have learned to appreciate his skill in this maneuver. He rarely spills a drop. I noticed the whisky was of better quality than that served on my last visit.
I said, "Uncle, that beast out there is not the TR3 that I ordered."
He looked at me and his eyes narrowed for real this time. He said, "If you don't like it, I'll keep it and give you half your money back."
I answered, "That way, you will have a new car and twenty thousand dollars of my money. I will have twenty thousand that was mine to start with."
He said, "Yeah that's right. It's a bitch dealing with a drunken Scot, isn't it? What do you want to do?"
I answered, "Uncle Artair, I love the car. You keep all the money." I get to call him Uncle because the old bastard adopted me the last time I was here.
He laughed and said, "I knew you would be surprised, and I knew you would love her."
I said, "Seriously tell me how she came into being."
He sipped from his tumbler and said, "I really buggered you badly when we negotiated the money for your car. I really enjoyed screwing you that way. I wish I could deal with you Texas boys more often. You have far too much money and you don't have any idea what anything is worth. He paused and said, "You negotiated for a car like the Laird's green TR3. Then you agreed to pay several times, what it was worth. I was extremely proud of making that deal. That is until you fucked it all up for me."
I chuckled and asked, "Please pray tell, how I did that?"
He cocked his head, took another sip and squinted his eyes as he answered. He said, "Somehow you instigated my Michelin's marriage to The Laird of The Manor. She is my favorite little girl in the whole world. When you do nice things for her, I find myself learning to like you. I thought that adopting you would be enough but it wasn't. My conscience still bothered me about the money so I decided to put some of it in your car.
I said, "Well Damn, Artair. You could just give some of my money back."
He smiled and said, "Nay, Boy. That could never happen. A true Scotsman could no' do that."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He sipped his whisky and continued, "I tailored it to operate in what I could find out about Texas driving conditions. Hell, it even has an air conditioner. I don't think I've ever seen one in a car here in Scotland."

He continued. "The engine and the drive train are the big things." He flopped a loose-leaf binder open on his desk and said, "I have generated a maintenance manual as such, for you. It should sufficiently familiarize your mechanics at home with each of the car's systems."
He continued, "Here is the section on the power plant. I decided you would need more power to operate safely on the high-speed interstate highways in Texas. I chose a 215 cubic inch aluminum small block V8. The little engine has an amazing power to weight ratio."
"It also has an interesting history," he said. "General Motors in your country originally designed it. It powered some Buicks in the early sixties and branched out from there. A variation powered some Oldsmobiles later. Production of the aluminum block was new technology and proved to be too expensive. The engine went out of production. Later an English firm negotiated for the right to produce the engine and further developed the design. It was used extensively in the Rover automobiles and later in the Triumph TR8. This beautiful piece of equipment is plentiful in this country."
He took a sip of whisky and went on, "I managed to slip one into your machine with very little modification. I lucked out. In my research, I discovered a firm who had a surplus engine and drivetrain from an experimental Rover. The thing that was special was that it was fuel injected and it was new. I had to pay a premium but I bought it. That is a hard thing for a Scotsman."
Artair said, "Listen to me now Luke. That thing makes two hundred horsepower at five thousand RPM. That is a dangerous amount of power in a car so light. When your car was built in 1959, it weighed in at about two thousand, one hundred of your pounds. As it stands today, it weighs a bit under twenty-three hundred and has over twice its original power."
I took a sip of whisky.
Uncle Artair continued, "The numbers say the thing should go one hundred fifty miles an hour, discounting air resistance. It probably really will do one-forty. Before you came, I took it out to see what it would do. I chickened out, at one-fifteen. It was a scary ride for an old man." After a second, he said, "I am confident that you have the skills to learn to drive this car safely. If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't let you have it. If you intend to let Linda or anyone else drive her, I strongly suggest that you allow me to put a governor on it and limit the speed to one hundred or less."
I finished my drink. I felt the booze enough that I knew I shouldn't drive anymore that day. I said as much and told Artair that Linda and I were going on a two or three-day tour and wanted to leave the next day after Bobby's soccer match. He promised to have the car washed and prepared for the trip.
We walked out to the car together. I wanted one more look before I rejoined Linda. Artair almost absentmindedly raised the hood to show me the engine. I am not a mechanic but even with my meager knowledge, I was impressed. Everything fit nicely into the engine compartment but there wasn't room for much else. Everything was ultra clean. Everything was bright, shiny and new." My dick got hard. I was speechless. I just said, "Thanks."
He accepted my emotion with dignity and said, I have two more surprises. One I can only tell you about but I can show you the other." He paused and then spoke. "I have a close friend who is a mechanical engineer and a borderline genius. He helped when I rebuilt a Spitfire fighter a few years ago. He learned of this project and wanted to help. He designed two modifications that will make this car unique."
Uncle Artair had my attention.
He went on, "He designed a bolt-on hard top. It is beautiful and we can walk to the shop if you want to see it."
I said, "I had better join Bobby and the girls. I can see it later maybe."
He said, "Well before you leave, look at this." He opened the door on the driver's side and leaned in to insert the ignition key and turn it to on. Then he pushed a button on the armrest. A glass window rose from the door like magic. I hadn't noticed this feature when I drove the car before. The original car didn't have side windows. It had what they called curtains. They were button on affairs made from stiff canvas with horizontal sliding Plexiglas windows. They were quite primitive.
Artair said, "The lines of the doors had to be changed but I think the utility of the windows is worth that minor deviation from the original look. The doors were fabricated in the same body shop where the painting was done. That boy does fine work." He took another sip of his drink and said, as an afterthought. "They were quite expensive but hell, I had lots of your money."
I said, Uncle Artair, you have made this little car much more than I expected."
He answered, "I am pleased that you are happy but no hugs here in public. You had better attend to your Lady. I will see you another time."
I shook his hand and said, "Thank you, Sir."
I found Linda in the bar with Michelin and Bobby. Linda rose from her seat and came to meet me. She kissed my lips for just a second and then whispered in my ear as we hugged. She said, "The ride got me all excited. Let's go to bed right now."
I squeezed her and replied, "We have to be polite."
Bobby asked, "Are you happy with your Triumph?"
I said, "Very happy. It is much more than I expected."
In the drink department, I settled for ice water. Drinking with Uncle Artair was more than I was used to. I didn't want to be sloppy when I finally got to take my Linda to bed. I knew that tonight was going to be special for us. Nights were cool in these latitudes. I hoped our room would be cool enough for snuggling.
I said, "Bobby, I love this room. Play some soft music for us. I want to dance with both of these ladies at least once." The music started and I took Linda to the floor since I was already holding her. Bobby and Michelin danced too.
We switched partners as the second piece started. Bobby has a wonderful collection of dance music. Michelin came into my arms and the monster moved. I couldn't help it.
She noticed my arousal. She probably couldn't help it. I was holding her very close. She said, "Luke, I want so much to be with you. I know that Bobby is being much too protective of me but I have promised to comply with his wishes. We have to save it for next time." Her sweet accent is music in my ears even when she is telling me that I'm not going to get any. Truthfully, I was excited about being with Linda in this special place anyway.
One of Cook's helpers entered the room. He stood quietly until the song ended and then he announced dinner. Cook had gone out of her way for us. She treated us to Red Grouse again. I'm sure that the birds had been frozen since the last hunting season but I couldn't tell the difference. They had been prepared exquisitely.
After dinner, Michelin took Linda by the hand and ushered her into the kitchen. Bobby offered an explanation. He said, "Cook had requested that you and Linda should come to her and look at her Texas cookbook. Linda said that she had rather do that alone and choose a meal that would be a surprise for you. Cook is anxious to do this for you. She likes the both of you very much."
I chuckled, and said, "It is always good to have the cook in your corner."
Bobby agreed and led me back to the bar. He admonished me to have one after dinner drink with him. He said, "Have a night-cap with me. I have something that I think you will enjoy very much." I nodded and he stood so that I couldn't see what he was pouring in my glass. He continued, "I won't take much more of your time this evening. Your Linda has expressed her need for your attention in the near future. I would be very disappointed in you if I thought you had rather spend time with me."
I couldn't help myself. I laughed aloud. I replied, "You are my friend, Sir. Thank you for understanding." He laughed with me.
I sipped the drink that he handed me. It was unmistakably Crown Royal over ice. His eyes twinkled as he caught the surprise on my face. He said, "I thought you could stand some relief from that swill Scotch that Artair has been feeding you."
I said, "Actually it was much better than the stuff he served the last time I was here."
Bobby replied, "If you remember, I promised to improve the quality of his stock after my marriage to his favorite little girl. I did fulfill that obligation but he still doesn't rate the really good stuff." We laughed together again.
We heard the giggles and chatter as the girls approached in the hallway. Linda came to me and I asked, "What did you choose?"
She smiled and answered, "I want it to be a surprise. It will be something for you to look forward to while we are away." She paused and said, "Michelin has asked to dance with you again before we all go to bed. Today has been a long day and we must rise early for Bobby's soccer match tomorrow. Let's all have another dance and go to bed."
Everyone agreed. I took Michelin into my arms as soon as the music started. It was the beautiful, Blue Danube Waltz. I glided away with her. Bobby moved Linda in the opposite direction. I think we all wanted privacy.
Michelin said, "When you were here last with me, you allowed me to use naughty woods while we were alone. May I use them now?"
I chuckled and said, "Surely you may. Even naughty words are music when they are wrapped in your accent."
She smiled and took the liberty of snuggling in close to me. The monster moved.
She said, "Being close to Linda has excited The Laird very much. It might be, he is having second thoughts about the agreement that he made us all agree to. It could be that we should all revisit the matter. I would like to see the agreement rescinded. Do you think we all feel that way?" A few seconds later, she said, "If he breaks down and wants me tonight, I intend to have him allow me to sleep with you at least one night before you leave. Remember, I owe you a debt." She giggled, and then said, "I do so want to pay it."
I answered, "I would love to have you with his permission. My problem is my concern for your condition and I know Bobby suffers from even greater worry.
She replied, "Please, there is no need to fear for my child. The doctor told Bobby and me that we could have sex as long as I felt good about it. I want you very much, Luke."
I answered, "I will break the ice with Linda. I truly don't know where she will stand. She has our whole visit choreographed in her mind. What you suggest would be a radical change to her plan. I will not let you embarrass yourself. Talk to me again in the morning. Maybe you can be something else for me to look forward to when Linda and I return from our tour."
She snuggled even closer and looked up into my face. She said, "Bobby didn't say you couldn't kiss me."
I massaged one of her breasts while I kissed her. She melted and molded herself against me. She was enjoying the feel of my erection as we squeezed it between us.
I glanced at the other couple and watched Bobby kiss my wife. She was enjoying his attention and was allowing him at least one other liberty that I noticed. Michelin was watching them too. She giggled and said, "I think The Laird has already broken the ice with Linda." The music ended.
When we were together again, Bobby said, "We should all retire now. It has been a long day and we must have an early morning." He continued, "Breakfast at eight in the informal dining room. We must leave for the soccer field by nine-thirty."
I Said, "Goodnight then." Michelin smiled demurely at me as she snuggled close to her husband. I was sure that a flirt passed between Bobby and Linda too. I took Linda's hand and we adjourned to our bedroom.
On entering, I was pleased. The room was dark and cool. Four candles flickered in their holders. There was one in each corner of the room. The window was open and the cool night air had flooded our space. The summer weather in Scotland is wonderful. Since our arrival, it has been in direct contrast with the oppressive heat that we endure at home. I was sure the temperature never touched eighty degrees today and it must have stood around sixty-five now. It would get even cooler. I thought, "Snuggle weather."
I kissed Linda's lips softly then asked, "What now, coach?"
She answered, "I think a quick shower is in order then I want to be in that bed with my husband." She nestled close and continued, "I want you to love me as sweetly as the kiss you just gave me and then hold me while we sleep."
I thought, "It has been a long day. She is too tired for a marathon fuck. I then I admitted that I was too. I liked her plan.
Twenty minutes later, we were naked in the bed together. I pulled her tiny body close and we sank together into the warmth of the goose down. The thick down filled comforter that we had slept under before, was gone. In its place were only a linen sheet and a lightweight woolen blanket. Had I been in bed alone, the cover might not have been enough. Added to the warmth of Linda's body, it was perfect.
We had accomplished most of our foreplay while we were in the shower. I caressed her breast as I kissed her. Just the act of bathing her excites me. I made her wet and slippery with soap. I dropped to my knees and pinned her to the wall. I licked her clit and touched her sweet spot with a finger. I did elicit some sweet moans from her before she made me stop.
She spent a minute or two on her knees too. I allowed her to bring the monster to full attention before I ended that activity. It would have been very easy to take our play too far, too soon.
The comfort that we experience with each other is glorious. Neither of us has anything to prove. We accomplished that many years ago. Now we just give each other pleasure according to our mood. Sometimes we make love violently and give each other mind-blowing orgasms that rock the world. Other times, like now, we share our bodies easily and peacefully. There is never any anxiety or urgency. We can make it last as long as we wish and we usually find completion together. We love each other and we know how to make love with each other.
I rolled into the dominant position on top of her. My weight pushed her deeper into the goose down. I squeezed one of her beautiful titties and tweaked the nipple with my thumb as I let my tongue slip between her lips. I felt her grasp my erection in both of her small hands and guide him to her center. She helped him to pass through the portals of her entry. I thrust gently and her pelvis rose to meet me.
There was no resistance. The monster slid easily to her deepest, warmest, wettest place. I stroked her one time as I do, to seat him properly. Her legs wrapped around me and her ankles locked behind me. Her legs are powerful. She exerts great pressure this way and holds me in place. I know that she will release me when she wants me to move.
She moaned in a low tone, "M-m-m-m-m," and held me for a long time. She finally relaxed her grip on me and placed her feet flat on the mattress. I favored her with gentle long strokes. Her body pitched and rocked under me. Her undulations matched my every movement. It was as if we had practiced for years. We had.
The only vocalizations emitted from her were low moans and whimpers. M-m-m-m-m. Ah-h-h-h. I put more and then more of my weight on our point of coupling. I pressed her farther into the down. Her movement ceased. She rested there quietly and let me fuck her the way I wanted to. She said, "M-m-m-m-m-m." Her Kegel muscle flexed to the rhythm of my strokes. Her pussy sucked me.
We fucked one another for a long time. Fifteen minutes went by and then another ten. The heat from our exertions became uncomfortable. I felt her drag the covers away. I enjoyed the cool air as it wafted over us. I kissed her mouth and increased the tempo of our copulation but only slightly. She whimpered as she kissed me back.
Her body jerked and she inhaled sharply. One of her minis had surprised her. A few seconds later, another one moved her. She began to slowly pitch and roll with me again as a third mini passed through her. She said, "Ah-h-h-h-h."
She didn't need to speak. I knew what she wanted. I noticeably increased the force of my thrust and she matched my movement perfectly. She moaned. I felt her body become rigid under me. She quivered as her pussy clamped itself around the monster and held him tightly. I continued to fuck her. Her arms and legs both encircled me. She drew my face to hers and kissed me hard while she had her orgasm. I continued to fuck her but maintained control. It is our custom for her to have two or sometimes three big ones before I finish. She had her second one a minute later. It was very nice for her. I heard part of the conversation she had with the gods of love.
There was an interval of time before her third one. I fucked her. I was enjoying her body very much. I moved easily in and then most of the way out. I went in and out, in and out. There came a point in time when I thought I would be unable to trigger her third one before for my control became a part of history. I felt myself begin to swell inside her. She felt it too.
She whispered, "Cum with me, Luke." Her best one yet shook her to the core.
My first spasm felt like a detonation. I was sudden, sharp and powerful. We hadn't had sex since the day before we left Texas. I was full. Waves of pleasure flowed over us both. We shared the experience this time. I spewed more of my fluids with each spasm. I emptied myself completely. Her sweet utterings became more pronounced but she was never loud. Finally, I heard her whisper, "Oh Luke."
I knew she was finished. I was already finished. I lay on top of her until the monster became flaccid inside her. Linda was still mewing as we caught our breath. I rolled off her and she turned to face me. One of her arms and one of her legs went over me. She snuggled close and let me hold her. She became still and quiet.
I felt her shiver. At first, I thought she had had another mini. I realized that our heat was rapidly dissipating and she was feeling the chill in the night air. I pulled the covers over us and we recovered together.
We held each other for five minutes in silence. At length, she asked, "Do you want a shower?"
I answered her, "I'm not getting out of this bed for any reason and you aren't going anywhere either." She giggled. I held her tighter.
In another minute, she had a new comment. She said, "I watched for part of the time while you danced with Michelin. You appeared to be enjoying each other a little too much."
I chuckled and replied, "You and Bobby seemed to be having fun too." I paused and then said, "Let's have a short truth time before we sleep."
She said, "Okay, what's on your mind?" She squeezed my soft cock in her hand.
I answered, "Michelin says that Bobby becomes very excited every time he is near you. He wants you very much. She thinks that he is going to want to rescind our agreement not to trade partners on this trip. Michelin let me know that she is for it and for me to not worry about her baby." I hesitated and then asked, "Do you want a pass to be with Bobby?"
Linda said, "Truth time, right?"
I answered, "Yep."
She said, "Bobby does get excited, especially when he holds me. He was pressing a very hard cock against my belly while we danced earlier." She paused to think a moment and then continued. She said, "If Bobby and I were alone, I think he would get excited and just take me. He would dominate me and have me, however, he wanted. I have told you that he does that.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I am a submissive. I always submit to him and I always enjoy the experience. If it happened tomorrow, I would enjoy it and never complain. In the past, I have told him that it was okay for him to take me that way as long as I had a pass to be with him."

Another moment elapsed and she said, "Now listen to me, Cowboy. This is the important part. I don't want you to have sex with Michelin and I won't have sex with Bobby on this trip."
I was a bit taken aback. I said, "You sound very adamant. Do you have a reason to be that way?"
She rose up a little and looked into my eyes. She said, "Yes, I have a couple of reasons." She kissed my lips briefly and went on, "I won't argue with you about this, Luke but I will tell you my reasons."
I said, "I don't want to argue either. Really, there is no need. By our rules of engagement, if either of us says no, then that is it. There is no room for an argument. You said no, so it won't happen but I do want to hear your reasons."
She kissed me again lightly and said, "I love you." She hesitated and then said, "First. If you and Michelin were together, you would try to fuck her half to death and she would want you to fuck her harder than that. I know you well." She paused and said, "If anything happened to her baby for any reason, you would always blame yourself. What is more, Bobby would always blame himself as well as you. We would lose them and I would never again have the opportunity to have Bobby when the circumstances were right. You would lose Michelin too." After another pause, she said, "Let's not take the chance."
I said, "That is all valid, Baby. It is exactly the reason we all made the agreement to start with. It is reason enough. You don't have to go any farther unless you want to."
She said, "It is very important for you to hear the second reason. I want to tell you." She shifted her position and rubbed her wet pussy on me. She said, "We didn't put time for swinging in our itinerary. I want to spend the rest of the trip getting a lot more of what happened just before we started this conversation." She said, "That is just between you and me. I want this whole trip to be for you and me."
Her words made me feel warm inside. They also excited me. The monster moved.
She said, "I have to tinkle." She moved to get out of bed. I caught her and held her for a moment but then I let her go when she threatened to pee on me. She closed the bathroom door and I lay there listening. She made no sound that I could hear through the heavy door and thick walls for the next few minutes. The door opened and I heard the shower running. She came to the bed and took my hand. She said, come and wash my back. I noticed the smell of strawberries in the air. I crawled out of bed and followed her into the shower. Who could possibly refuse such an invitation?
As we got in the shower, she said, "We needed a shower. We sank too far into that down and our exertions caused us to overheat. I was sweaty." She has always been a clean freak. She always wants to be sparkly for me and I like her that way. We had a quick rinse and went back to bed.
I gathered her into our spoon and asked again, "What now Coach?"
She answered, "Just hold me. I need to sleep." I was happy with that.
As an afterthought, she said, "Don't worry about Michelin, I will speak with her in the morning."
Those words allowed me to slip into sleep easily.
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My eyes fluttered open. It was early morning and it was actually a bit chilly in the room. The first thing I became aware of was seeing Linda with a hard cock in her mouth. I next realized it was mine.
She knew I had awakened. Without letting the monster escape, she turned her face up to me. There was a notable twinkle in her big green eyes. She swallowed him for a few seconds. I thought, "What a wonderful way to begin a new day." I fucked her face gently and became very hard in a very short while.
She allowed the monster to escape her lips but she grasped him in one hand as she crawled up my body. She planted a bent knee on either side of me, rose up and then sat down on me. I felt the monster slide easily into her hot wet pussy. She ground on him for a moment and mewed like a kitten.
At length, she bent forward to rest her breasts on my chest. She kissed me while she continued to fuck me. She broke the kiss and snuggled close to my ear. She continued to fuck me and I began to help.
She whispered, "I found some morning wood when I woke up. Waste not, want not."
I rolled her onto her back and fucked her properly. She was appreciative of my action and a few minutes later, we shared a soft, sweet, I-love-you orgasm.
We had to get up to meet Michelin and Bobby. There was yet another quick shower.
I sat and looked at a full Scottish breakfast in front of me. It was beautiful. I was very hungry. We had shared pleasantries with our host and hostess before we sat down. Now I looked across the table at Michelin. Her usual bubbly brightness was not apparent. Her demeanor enlightened me. Her time with Bobby had not gone as well as she had hoped.
Cook stuck her head in the room to see that all was well. I caught her eye and winked at her. Her hand went to her lips and she jerked herself out of sight. No one else noticed our interplay.
I became sexually aroused again. My beautiful new TR3 was sitting in the sunshine. I knew that Butler and a helper had moved the things that we had packed to the garage. I was sure that Uncle Artair had stowed everything properly. He and his helper were walking around the machine, each with a rag in hand. They were removing the smallest mote of dust in preparation of my inspection.
As I approached, Artair said, "Sir, your automobile is ready for service. She has been fully fueled, tire pressures are all correct and all fluids are at proper levels. All systems are mechanically sound and in working order. She is road worthy in all respects and ready for inspection." He handed me the keys.
I said, "Thank you, Uncle. Cut the Sir, crap."
I turned to face Bobby as Artair handed him the keys to the Bentley. Bobby also got the Ready-for-Service, speech.
The girls walked up hand in hand. Michelin turned and kissed Linda on the cheek. I overheard her say, "I am so lucky that the three of you care for me so much." They separated. Michelin ran to me and kissed my cheek before she went to the Bentley. Linda allowed me to strap her into my gorgeous powder blue TR3.
I kissed her forehead and moved to the driver's door where Artair stood waiting. I asked, "Do you have a pair of binoculars that I could borrow for a few days?" He made a gesture to his helper who had heard my request. The young man left at a trot.
Artair said, "If you are stopped for the constabulary, all the paperwork that you will need is in the glove box. The car is registered as a homebuilt. The Laird's firm is listed as the owner. His insurance covers you as a guest of the manor. Your Texas driver's license will be honored. We have covered all the bases. You will have no trouble."
In a low voice that only I could hear, Artair said, "Luke, you are most likely to encounter rain in the time you are gone. Exercise extreme caution in the rain. Never take this machine for granted until you have much more experience with her. Always remember how powerful she is. She will break traction on dry pavement easily in almost any gear. On wet ground, she will become treacherous."
The young man returned with a good set of Zeiss field glasses.
As I seated myself, Artair bent and buckled my harness for me. He said, "Have a good time but keep it under eighty MPH." Then he added, "Go easy on the drink."
I said, "Thank you, Sir."
He replied, "Cut the Sir, crap" and stepped away from the car.
The plan was for us to follow the big Bentley to the site of the soccer match. After the game, Linda and I would leave on our trip. Bobby and Michelin had marked places of interest on a map for us. They had also made a schedule that put us back at the manor house, in the late afternoon on the day after tomorrow. I didn't really plan to follow their lead. I planned to stay out one extra day. I would find a way to call and let them know. I did know the first thing I wanted to show Linda but I thought we would just improvise after that.
The trip to the soccer field was uneventful. I did get another hour with the car and I found time to ask Linda about her conversation with Michelin.
I said, "Michelin seemed standoffish with me this morning. I was glad to get the peck on the cheek before we left. It made me feel better. Did you have a meaningful talk with her?"
Linda giggled before she answered, "We talked. I believe everything is alright." She continued, "Bobby didn't attack her last night as she wanted him to. She offered to help him if he wanted to change his mind about our agreement. He evidently apologized to her but said it was his desire to change nothing."
I asked, "Did you tell her of our conversation?"
Linda replied, "I did. I told her the first reason I had for not revising our plan. I told her that we shared some of Bobby's concern and just didn't want to take a chance of losing our relationship with them. Tears came to her eyes and she told me she felt lucky that we were all concerned for her and the baby."
I said, "I heard that last part." I patted Linda's hand and said, "Thanks for handling that for me, Sweetheart." The least I wanted was to kiss her cheek but I was afraid to take my eye off the road. The little beast with quick steering required constant attention.
She took my hand to her lips and kissed it. She said, "Anything for the one I love." Then she leaned over the shifter and kissed my cheek.
The Bentley slowed and turned off the road into a parking lot. The facility compared to a nice high college football stadium in Texas. Bobby stopped at the entry beside a small structure that I assumed was a combination guardhouse and ticket booth. He spoke with the attendant and then pulled forward about fifty feet and stopped to wait for us.
I stopped next to the attendant. He said, "No charge, Sir. I hope you and your Lady enjoy the game."
I said, "Thank you" and moved on. Bobby drove to the VIP parking section and indicated for me to park beside him. I noticed that my little blue car was drawing a lot of attention. My big head swelled a little.
We entered the stadium through the back door of the field house. Bobby entered his teams, locker room, and made sure the young men were all decently dressed before he beckoned the girls and me to enter.
All the young team members knew Michelin and they recognized Linda from her previous visit. As I understand, most of them danced with her at the after game party the last time. I was sure that they had all danced with Michelin too, on one occasion or another. There was a spontaneous cheer for the girls for honoring the locker room with their presence. Both girls giggled and curtsied. Bobby introduced me to the crowd. My only claim to fame in this setting was that I was Linda's husband. I didn't get a cheer.
Bobby made sure that we were all seated comfortably and then he became a coach. I think he forgot that we were in the room. He moved to a blackboard and picked a piece of chalk from the tray.
He said, "I want to talk about the three new plays that we have practiced the last week. He drew Xs and Os on the board and put an initial beside each of the Xs. He illustrated the movements he described with arrowed lines. As he finished each movement, he called on the young man that was to execute that movement by name. The young man stood and repeated Bobby's words verbatim.
Instruction went on for half an hour. Then there was a five-minute pep talk and a short prayer.
Bobby took the floor again after the prayer. He said, "Ryan MacGregor, I hope you have tickets for good seats reserved for our guest."
One of the younger men in the group rose in the rear. He said, "I do, Sir." He approached me and handed me three tickets. He said, "These are the best seats in the house, Mr. Bowman. They are in the first row right behind our bench." Then he added, "If you had rather sit higher up, I have others."
I said, "These will be fine, Mr. Macgregor. Thank you."
Bobby called another name. He said, "Alan Macpherson, Do you have anything before we adjourn?"
One of the older of the young men stood in the front row. He faced Booby and said, "I do, Sir." He turned toward me and introduced himself. "He said, "Mr. Bowman, Sir. I am the Team Captain. In this instance, I am sure I speak for the team. We would be honored if you and the Ladies would sit with us on our bench during the game."
Bobby did his, "Harrumph," thing and issued a command, "Sit down Mr. Macpherson." Bobby turned to me and said, "Mr. Bowman, I would rather my young warriors have their minds on the game."
I chuckled and said, "I will escort the Ladies into the stands." There was a collective groan from the group.
Bobby shouted, "Who are you?"
The team shouted back, "We are the Celtics."
Bobby shouted, "Who will have victory today?"
The team shouted, "Celtics."
Bobby said, "Go kick some balls around. Get warmed up."
I took the girls into the stands and we found our seats. They were very good seats They were ten yards behind the bench and about ten feet higher than the field There was nothing but a low handrail between us and the action.
We watched as the team did their warm-up routine and then the game started. I didn't know anything about soccer. It just looked like mass chaos to me. I had more interest in driving my car and spending some private time with Linda.
I thought this thing was going to last forever. Time only flies when you are having fun. Sometime during the third period, Linda whispered in my ear, "Do you see that young man standing by the entry there?"
I looked where she indicated and said, "Yes."
She giggled and said, "He is Lancelot." She had my attention. She continued, "He has beckoned me to meet and speak with him. May I go?"
Lancelot is her pet name for a younger man that she had met during our first trip to Scotland. They had danced together at the after game party that she had attended with Bobby. He had been frisky with her and she said that their dance had been quite risqué. She had been very impressed with him. She said he was a young alpha and named him, Lancelot.
I let her stew for a minute and then said, "Sure Baby. You don't need a hall pass to talk with him. Just remember you have a date for this evening."
She giggled and kissed my cheek. She asked Micheline to keep me company for a few minutes. She stood, stepped into the aisle and walked away almost too hurriedly.
I watched her progress until she approached him. While they were still twenty feet apart, he turned and walked out of sight. He walked through the passage into the area under the stadium where the concession stands were. She quickened her step and followed him.
I turned my attention to the sweet girl beside me. We both needed some private time. I wanted to share some of my feelings with her. I wanted to make us both feel better before Linda and I departed.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

During the last period of Bobby's soccer match, Linda, Michelin and I were sitting together in the stands. Linda had seen the young man she had named Lancelot, in the crowd. He had signaled for her to meet with him. She whispered and asked my permission to go to him.

I let her stew for a minute and then said, "Sure Baby. You don't need a hall pass to talk with him. Just remember you have a date for this evening."
Linda giggled and kissed my cheek. She asked Michelin to keep me company for a few minutes and then she stood, stepped into the aisle and walked away almost too hurriedly.
I watched her progress until she approached him. While they were still twenty feet apart, he turned and walked out of sight. He walked through the passage into the area under the stadium where the concession stands were. She quickened her step and followed him.
I turned my attention to the sweet girl beside me. We both needed some private time. I wanted to share some of my feelings with her. I wanted to make us both feel better before Linda and I departed.
Michelin watched Linda walk away and then questioned me with her eyes. I said, "I asked her to give us a few private minutes before the game was over."
Micheline looked at me and I could see that she was misting up. She said, "Oh Luke." That is so like you. You are always conscious of the needs of the people around you, especially women. I envy Linda for having you. Bobby is oblivious to my feelings. He would never intentionally hurt me but it seems as though he never has any idea how to make me happy."
I said, "Michelin, he loves you very much. He has gone into full protection mode. His fear that something will hurt you or your baby is very real."
She replied, "I know he loves me and I love him too." She hesitated and then said, "I need him to express that love physically."
I asked, "How long has it been?"
One small tear rolled down her cheek. She answered, "He hasn't touched me intimately since I told him I was pregnant. I wish I hadn't told him. We could have enjoyed our visit with you and Linda. He could have made sweet love to me."
I asked, "Do you understand why Linda and I can't try to make him change his mind?"
She whimpered and answered, "Yes, and you are right. It could destroy the relationship between the four of us. I don't want that. I will suffer through this. After the baby comes, he and I will be the way we were and he will allow me to have you again someday."
I said, "I wanted to have this talk before Linda and I left on our trip. Knowing that you understand makes me feel better. Your little peck on the cheek that you gave me this morning helped more than you know."
She leaned over and brushed her lips on mine. She whispered, "When I am alone in my room, I will think of you."
I whispered, "Someday, I will require you to pay the debt you owe."
She answered, "Dreaming about that day will make me happy."
I saw Linda emerge from the entry where she had disappeared earlier. She walked toward us. I held Michelin's face in my hands and kissed her briefly. Linda stopped, put her hands on the rail and watched the field until Michelin and I were both upright in our seats.
Linda joined us and sat in the empty seat on the other side of Michelin. Both of us held Michelin's hands and enveloped her in the emotion we both felt for her. The three of us remained there quietly the few minutes until the game ended.
Michelin said, "Bobby will expect us to meet him in the field house hallway outside the team's locker room." She continued, "He will be ready to leave as soon as he makes himself sure that none of the boys have been injured. We won't have to wait long."
I said, "When we walk to the cars, I want a minute of Bobby's time in private."
Linda said, "We will walk ahead, take the time you need."
I asked, "Who won the game?"
Michelin laughed at me. "She said, "The Celtics won. The score was two to one. Both of our scores came in the first period and they scored in the second period. Nothing happened after that." After a pause, she said, "You must remember all of that. If you are with Bobby more than a minute, there will be a test." We all laughed.
We only waited a few minutes. Bobby came out of the locker room and tossed a filthy jersey to me. He said, "I brought you a souvenir. You may want to have it washed."
Michelin said, "Give it to me, Luke. I will have it washed for you. I know you don't want that smelly thing riding in your new car for the next couple days."
Bobby said, "Harrumph, quite right." He took the shirt from my hands and gave it to Michelin."
Linda took Michelin by the hand and they walked away together. They were both full of bubbly chatter. Linda was helping Michelin put up a happy facade. The two of them looked extremely fine from behind. I said, "Wouldn't you like to see them do each other on the bearskin rug again."
Bobby chuckled as he answered me. He said, "That is a winter sport, Luke. Without the flicker from the firelight, we wouldn't get the full effect." He was remembering the vision from before. I laughed with him and then he became serious. He said, "I would like to watch them again."
We passed through the gate into the parking lot. The girls were twenty yards away. They were leaning on the Bentley and looking at my TR3. My little blue car seemed to glow in the sunshine.
I said, "Bobby, stop here for a minute. I asked the girls to give us some time. I have something I want to say to you."
He smiled and said, "Sure thing, Luke. I am all ears." He was speaking Texan. Linda wasn't listening to him.
I said, "Brace yourself, my friend. I am about to broach a hard subject. This tactic worked once before. It helped you to decide to marry that beautiful young girl standing over there. You know the one. The one you love so much." I paused long enough to take a deep breath and then I pulled the trigger. I spoke softly so the girls wouldn't hear. I cocked my head sideways. I said, "Are you out of your fuckin' mind? Do you not know anything about women?"
Bobby's face showed shock. I think the beginnings of anger were there too. His eyebrows went up, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. His blood pressure went up enough that his face flushed red. He was trying to speak.
I prepared to be attacked but fervently hoped that wouldn't happen. Bobby is a big man and I was sure he could handle himself. I tried to maintain control of the situation. I said, "Don't talk. I want you to listen."
His mouth closed but his eyes became slits.
I thought, "Oh fuck. He is still full of adrenaline from the game. I might have fucked up the timing of this speech. I said, "Now I want you to listen." We had a second or two of quiet time. He didn't pinch my head off or anything. I continued, "I had a few minutes of private time with Michelin during the game. She informed me that you would not give her a hall pass to be with me. I understand that and I think she does too. What is worse, she said you haven't made love to her in six weeks."
His muscles relaxed and his shoulders slumped. He wouldn't look into my eyes. He seemed to be studying something on the ground. "I'm afraid to Luke," he said. What would happen if I injured her or the baby? It is hard for me to do without sex too."
I stole a look at the girls. They had quieted down and they were looking our way. I resolved to keep my voice down so they couldn't hear.
Just above a whisper, I said, "Bobby, Michelin knows that you love her and you are afraid. Fear is not a trait she wants to see in you. Her hormones are raging inside her. Women need the emotional love that you are giving her. Beyond that, she needs you to express that love physically as well. Damn it, Bobby, she needs you to fuck her. Psychologically, she needs to know that you are going to stay with her and help her rear the child. You do plan to help with the child, don't you?"
He raised his gaze to peer into my eyes. I held my hand up with my palm toward him. He didn't speak.
I said, "Of course you are." I paused and then said, "Sex is how you transmit those assurances that she needs to her subconscious."
I said, "I wish I had a drink." I think he thought I was through.
His face brightened. He said, "I have some fine scotch in the car."
I said, "I'm not through. I am going to tell you what to do because you are too stupid to figure it out on your own."
He asked, "What should I do?"
I answered, "Put that beautiful girl in the big bench front seat of the Bentley. Draw her very close to you while you drive. Take her to your victory party and give her a little wine. Dance with her yourself some and let the boys dance with her. That will make her feel pretty and desirable. Stay sober. You will anyway, you are driving. Take her home and make love with her." After a slight pause, I said, "Damn it, Bobby, if you can't fuck her let her fuck you. That will work too."
Bobby started walking toward the girls. I reach out. I touched him and he stopped in his tracks. I said, "I have one more thing to say. I am going to be gone for a few days. If Michelin doesn't have a big wide smile on her face when I get back, I will have a conversation with Uncle Artair. I will tell him you are mistreating his favorite little girl. He and I will kick your ass." We were still talking Texan.
Bobby actually chuckled. He put his big hand on my shoulder. He said, "It is a waste of your time to threaten me. I know that there will never be a physical confrontation between us. We truly are friends." He hesitated and then asked, "Are we to rescind our no switch agreement at the time of your return?"
I answered, "No Sir. I don't have a dog in this hunt. Linda won't give me a pass to be with Michelin during this visit. Her fear is that our relationship with you and Michelin might suffer. She doesn't want to lose you."
We walked toward the girls. Bobby said, "Michelin will be smiling when you return."
I said, "Good, I didn't want to have to kick your ass anyway." I paused before I added, "That was a hell of a soccer game, a two to one victory. You are a hell-of-a-coach."
We joined the girls and observed the pleasantries as we bid each other goodbye. Michelin allowed me to hold her close and maybe I held her a little too long. Linda kissed Bobby goodbye. Bobby and Michelin left before we did. I explained to him that I wanted to study our map for a few minutes before we hit the road. I saw him pull her close and put his arm around her before they passed out of the lot.
Linda asked, "What was your conference with Bobby about? You seemed to be a bit animated."
I answered, "I think I talked our big Celtic Warrior into fucking his wife. It has been six weeks since they had sex."
Linda answered, "I know. Michelin told me earlier." Then she giggled. She said, "I'm going to try to talk you into fucking your wife." There was another giggle and she blushed a bit at her own rude remark. I laughed with her.
I consulted our map and memorized the best route to the first place I wanted to take Linda. I folded the map so that I could refer to it should I need to. As I was fastening my harness, I asked Linda to tell me of her encounter with Lancelot.
She said, "I allowed him to kiss me. We were slightly naughty with one another." There was a lull while I absorbed that. She said, "He wants to be a lot naughtier with me."
I asked, "Do you want to be naughty with him?"
She replied, "Oh Luke. You know I do." She hesitated and then said, "I told him of my desire but also that he was having a run of bad luck. I couldn't play with him when we met before because I was committed to the Laird and I can't play with him this time, because I am committed to you."
I said, "In the King Arthur stories, Lancelot betrayed the king. Lancelot was a trusted Knight of the Roundtable but he had an affair with the Queen behind the Kings back. Is that what is going on here? Is your Lancelot trying to go behind my back?"
She raised her voice when she answered. She said, "Absolutely not. I would not allow that."
I leaned over and kissed her lips. I said, "I know that Sweetheart, but he might not." Then I asked, "Why didn't you bring him to our seats and introduce him? There were plenty of empty seats around us."
She answered, "He knows that I slept in the Laird's bed at least one night. He has deduced the significance of your relationship with Michelin. He knows Bobby and Michelin well and doesn't want to risk offending them in his pursuit of me. He was avoiding Michelin, not you."
I asked, "Well, when am I going to get to meet him?"
She giggled and said, "In about ten minutes, if you want to. I explained our hall pass system to him. I explained to him that you allow me to choose my lovers but I am only allowed to be with men that you like and trust. He wants to meet you. I'm sure he wants to entice you to like and trust him." She giggled and blushed again. Sometimes the blush is phony. She can do that at will. I laughed with her.
She went on, "He gave me directions to a small inn about three miles from here. He said that he would buy our lunch if we would meet him there." She giggled again and said, "That is a big deal for a Scotsman."
She leaned over again and kissed me. I closed my eyes and pictured her dressed in one of my long-tailed, white, dress shirts. That is her sexiest look. It is what she wears when she wants something from me. She whispered, "Take me there, Luke. I want you to learn to like and trust him.
I cranked up the car and she gave me directions. Like always, I experienced a small pang of jealousy. This time it seemed a little worse than usual. I didn't have another beautiful woman to help take Linda off my mind. I wished that we were driving to the special spot where I had wanted to have a picnic with her.
Lancelot's directions were spot on. We found the inn exactly where he said it would be. I had parked the car and was helping Linda to her feet when the younger man approached us. He said, "Mr. Bowman, my name is Eric Littleton. I am the one who asked your wife to bring you here. I would like to spend what time we can share over lunch."
I responded to him. I said, "Please call me Luke. We will accept your lunch invitation. Linda has told me so much about you over the last year that I feel as though I know you. However, I did think your name was Lancelot." Linda giggled behind me and I caught them smiling at each other. I said, "Please lead the way."
Inside the door, a young waitress met us. She led us straightaway to a round table that Lancelot had already spoken for. I wondered if the round table had any significance. I looked around the room and noticed that all the tables were round. The table was special. Its specialty was the view. If we sat here long enough we would see a beautiful sunset over a distant range of low hills. I didn't intend to be here that long.
The table was set for three and I placed Linda in the middle seat. Lancelot and I sat on either side of her and directly across the table from each other. The waitress handed a menu to each of us and offered to take drink orders. Linda ordered the house white wine. I asked, "Do you have carbonated soft drinks? I would like something like an American Coke."
She replied with a most special bubbling lilt in her voice. She said, "We have American Coca-Cola. Is it the same thing?"
I smiled and said, "Yes it is. Coca-Cola will be fine."
Lancelot ordered hot tea. Water was already on the table. The sweet young girl left and we sat there in silence.
Linda seemed to enjoy watching Lancelot sweat. He appeared to be more and more uncomfortable as the silence hung over us.
Finally, he said, "Luke, I am experiencing a most awkward feeling."
I smiled at him and decided to torcher him some. He was already under stress. I heaped a little more on him. I felt the need to test him. I said, "Why? We are all adults here and we all know why we are here." He actually squirmed in his seat.
He said, "I have never pursued a married woman in my life and I never dreamed that I would do so with her husband's knowledge much less his approval. I can't help it. I feel terribly awkward."
I was pleased with his answer. He appeared to be honest with me and with a fair amount of poise. I said, "Let's break the ice gently. Spend a few minutes telling me about yourself. How do you make a living?"
The waitress returned with our drinks. She served us and asked if she could take our food order. Linda went first. She ordered simple fish and chips. I had never tried that. I just followed suit. Lancelot made it three.
He said, "Actually, I don't make a living. I am still in college. I am a postgraduate student at Edinburgh. "He paused and it seemed as though he decided to come clean with me. He said, "I am studying theoretical physics and I hope to get my doctorate eventually."
I asked, "Is there any way to make a living with a degree in that field?"
He answered, "Not really. Jobs are few and competition is great. I will probably stay in academia. I would like to become a professor at Edinburgh." He continued, "I have been living frugally on family money. I received my inheritance a few years ago and invested it. It generates enough money to let me get by. With a professors salary on top of that, I would do pretty well. I also inherited a small land holding a few miles from Wilkinson Manor. It has been profitable but only barely. That is how I came to know Bobby and Michelin."
Our food came and we ate. Our conversation went on and I could see the awkwardness leave Eric.
He said, "Your method of breaking the ice gently certainly worked. I feel more comfortable sitting here with you."
The fish and chips proved out to be the perfect lunch for me and the Coke was a taste of home. I was ready to leave. I wanted to get on with my vacation. I wanted to drive my car and have my wife to myself.
Linda had been sitting quietly. She spoke up. She said, "You guys have talked about everything but the elephant in the room." She asked, "What about me, Luke? Have you learned to like and trust my friend?"
I answered her as if he weren't in the room. I said, "I think I could like him and I will do a background check on him to see if I can trust him.
He said, "Luke, please seriously give thought to giving Linda a hall pass? I have been invited to your party next Tuesday. Two or three hours would mean so much to me. I have dreamed of her many times since we met last year." I understood that and felt that he was being truthful. Linda has that effect on men.
I looked up at him. He was looking at Linda. He said, "Maybe we could have something more at some future time."
I said, "It is time for us to go." Then I looked into his eyes and said, "I will consider it, Eric."
Eric did pick up the check but I left a generous tip for the cute girl with the lilt in her voice. Tips are not expected in Scotland but they aren't unheard of. He walked us to the car. I looked away for the time Linda allowed him to kiss her cheek.
As I was walking around the Triumph, we met at the rear. He held out his hand for me to shake. I took it and he included his left hand in the shake. He said, "There is one other thing I can bring to the table. I have a sister. Please don't think I could ever pimp for her or offer her in trade but she and I have been procuring dates for each other since we were in prep college. Without committing her to anything, I will say that I believe she would take great interest in you."
I didn't say anything. I just tilted my head and looked at him.
He seemed to read something in my face. He said, "I will bring her to the party."
Linda waved at him as we drove away.
I followed the roads as I had memorized the map. In a half hour or so, I realized that I was on familiar ground. I was driving on a two-lane blacktop that Michelin and I had traveled in the little green TR3 the year before. I knew that I only had to follow the road for about another hour and not miss the one turn that would take us where I wanted to go.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I expected that Linda would want to talk about Lancelot. She never mentioned him. I put him completely out of my mind in a matter of a few minutes.

Linda became giddy. The wind of our passing ruffled her honey blond hair and whipped it into her face occasionally. She had the grin of a carefree collegegirl on her face. She was enjoying the ride.
The car and I began to become friends. We melded together more and more as we moved down that twisted road. I learned the feel of her. She had quick steering and too much power. Her oversized brakes enabled her to stop on a dime. When I asked her to go faster. She did.
We came to a motel that was more modern than the inns that I had become used to. I knew we would pass it. I didn't intend to stop but I used it as a landmark. My upcoming turn was only about a mile away. I released the pressure on the accelerator and let our speed bleed off slowly. The exhaust rumbled like a growl from deep in the chest of an angry tiger.
I downshifted to second gear and made the turn. I accelerated to about thirty miles an hour and leisurely drove up the mountain road in third.
We came to the place where I had parked the green TR3 when I was here with Michelin. I unexpectedly experienced a small feeling of guilt for being here. Later in hindsight, I think subconsciously I knew I had fucked up. I didn't realize it at the time.
I opened the trunk and retrieved the field glasses that Uncle Artair had loaned me. I also poured a glass of wine from the ice chest for Linda. I opted not to have a drink. It would probably have been all right but the little car was still surprising me once in a while.
I handed the wine to Linda and said, "Come with me, Sweetheart. I want you to see something." I led her along the flat spot that ran around the curve of the mountainside toward the rock that concealed the waterfall from our view. We could hear the water tumbling down the rock face on the other side of the canyon. I don't think Linda knew what the sound was. We walked around the rock and she gasped sharply.
I asked, "Isn't this a beautiful place?"
She spent a few seconds taking in the scene before she answered. She said, "Michelin described this place to me. She told me she brought you here." She paused and turned to look at me. She said, "This is a special place to her. This is where she comes to be alone and think. She has a beautiful memory of sharing her private place with you." She squeezed my hand and said, "You shouldn't have brought me here Luke. We are trespassing."
Linda had just explained the pang of guilt that I had felt earlier. I knew she was right. I thought, "I'm as bad as Bobby. I don't know a damn thing about women either. Sometimes, I can be a totally insensitive ass."
I said, "You're right. We should leave right now." I tugged on her hand.
She resisted and then pulled away from me. She walked a few steps nearer to the cliff's edge but didn't go dangerously close. She cupped her hands around her lips like a megaphone and shouted, "FUCK ME L-U-U-U-KE." A few seconds later, the sound returned to us. I could still recognize her voice but it sounded as if she was far away. "Fuck me L-u-u-u-k-e."
She turned back and giggled as she came to me in a skip. She threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek. She said, "Michelin told me about the echo too. You can fuck me later. I just wanted to let the mountain folk know that you were back." She had taken a few seconds to inject some levity into an awkward situation. I had to laugh. She had made us both feel better.
We went down the mountain and I stopped just before we reached the main road. I had planned to take Linda to the inn at Loch Ness. I had wanted to show my car to the old man who was the innkeeper there. He had been impressed with the green one when Michelin and I were there last year. This one would blow his mind.
I realized that the inn was another of Michelin's special places. I wasn't going to fuck up again. I chose a completely different direction of travel and found a crossroads bed and breakfast on the map that was about an hour away.
I spent another hour making friends with the car. We arrived at the little inn about ten minutes after it became dark enough for me to use my headlights. I parked in front of the main entry. I left Linda in the car and went into the lobby. The room was empty but I could hear soft violin music coming from what must have been the dining room.
I walked to the desk and rang the bell that I found there. Presently a female voice that was full of the lilt that I have come to enjoy asked, "May I serve you, Sir?" I turned to see a rather nice looking woman of about Linda's age. She approached me and didn't go behind the desk.
I answered, "Yes, I do hope so. I do not have a reservation but I would have accommodations for the night if you are able to provide them."
She appeared to look deeply into my eyes and took my hand in hers. It was a most sensuous gesture on her part. She said, "Please excuse me. I know my actions sometimes are misinterpreted. I am blind. I need the sound of your voice and the touch of your hand to establish your presence and location." She continued to hold my hand. I began to enjoy it.
"Now, to your problem," she said. Alas, we are full and you have missed dinner. I don't think I can help you."
I said, "I understand." Then I asked, "Do you know where I might find a room within a reasonable distance?"
She inquired which direction I was traveling and then asked, "Are there others in your party?" I told her that Linda was waiting in the car.
She said, "Oh, you must bring her in. I will ask my husband to make some telecalls. I am sure he will find something for you.
I brought Linda in and by then the woman had called her husband. He made sure that Linda was comfortable and offered us both something to drink. We both declined.
He introduced himself. He said, "My name is Robert and my wife is called Ella." I shook his hand and introduced Linda and then myself.
He said, "If the two of you can put yourselves at ease, I'm sure I can find a place for you."
Ella had moved behind the desk. Linda moved to be close to her and they began to chatter as old college chums would. Robert acquired his little book of numbers and began making calls. His request was denied several times. I could read the frustration in his face. He put the telephone receiver in its cradle and motioned for me to join him at the desk. The girls had moved to a couch on the other side of the room and were chattering nonstop.
Robert said, "Luke, everything within fifty miles of here and in your direction of travel is full or closed for the night." He continued, "In the light of that, we do have a room here that you might consider. It is a small cottage actually separate from this house. It was the home of our hired man at one time. We have been trying to bring it up to Ella's standards so that we could offer its use to guests. The remodel is not complete but it does have a nice washroom and a comfortable bed. The place is clean. Would you care to see it?
I answered, "Certainly. You are talking to an old cowhand from Texas. I'm sure I have slept in worse bunkhouses." I judged the place acceptable and reasoned that Linda goes where I go. Actually, the little cottage was very nice in a used-up sort of way. It was built of stone and had a very thick thatch roof. The windows were leaded, like a stained glass window in a church would be. The main entry door was the only one I could see. It was a Dutch door made of massive oak planks.
He said, "The next problem will be finding you something to eat. Dinner is over and Cook's goal is to never have leftovers. It's an economic thing, you understand." He paused and said, "I will see that she sets two extra places for breakfast."
I laughed and said, "As fate would have it, that is not a problem. I have an ice chest and a picnic basket in the car. We have drinks, bangers and trimmings. We had planned to have a picnic earlier but it didn't work out. If we can move in, we will get out of your hair and you and your lovely lady can see to your other guest."
Robert said, "Fine then." We went to the main house and he provided me with linens, towels and such. I told him that Linda and I would make the bed.
I moved the car to the cottage and then rejoined the others. Robert and I agreed on a price for the room but Ella wouldn't hear of it. She said, "The cottage isn't ready for guests. Your stay there will be free of charge but you must promise to stay with us another time should you pass this way in the future. At that time, we can display our full hospitality." She paused and laughed quietly. She added, "At that time, I will allow you to pay." We all laughed.
We made the promise. Linda was thrilled with our rooms. We managed to open two of the windows so the cool night air could replace the uncirculated air inside. The bed was a homemade affair and small. It was smaller than what we would call a full bed at home. I thought, "We are going to sleep stacked up anyway." We ate our supper and I made myself a Crown, rocks. Linda was happy with water. I went outside, raised the ragtop on the car and buttoned her up for the night.
We shared a quick shower. That is something that we always enjoy. This time was no different. The experience is always quite stimulating. A half an hour, later we curled up in our little bed. We weren't stacked up but we were very close together. I wrapped Linda's sweet naked body in my arms and pulled her closer to me. She snuggled with me and purred.
In a moment she said, "I am happy that you wanted to take me to Michelin's place. It was beautiful and I will always remember being there with you." I felt like I had been forgiven for being so stupid. Linda continued, "We must be careful to never tell her. When she goes there, I want her to be able to remember you without thinking of me. If she ever asks if you took me there, it would be kind of you to lie."
A minute later, Linda wiggled in my arms and whispered, "Fuck me, Luke." I chuckled to myself. That had been my plan all along. I held her tight enough with my left arm to bend her body backward. I explored the edges of her pretty, white teeth with my tongue. The line of her bite was perfectly straight except for a slight extra length in her upper canines. She might have been a vampire in an earlier life. I would have given her my blood. When I hold her this way, I become weak. I would give her anything.
I let the middle finger of my right hand trace a line down her flat belly until I touched the small tuft of hair that we call her landing strip. Below that, I found her love button. I detected a small amount of moisture there. I let my finger search below her clit until I found and probed her entry.
She mewed into my mouth and spread herself wider to welcome me. She helped my initial penetration. I let my palm rest on her mound and added pressure to her button. My finger probed two inches deeper. She was very wet inside. She was returning my kiss and grinding her pussy into my hand. I knew that she was in a state where she would gladly allow me to skip any further foreplay.
There was no chance of that. I love foreplay. This was a special night at the end of a special day. I wanted our foreplay to last a long time and our lovemaking should last even longer.
I kissed and licked every magical spot on her body. I sucked her nipples and tickled her clit with my fingers. I wanted to take her to the height of arousal and keep her there. I wanted to have her beg me to help her cum. I needed her to tell me how much she wanted my cock. I chuckled to myself under my breath. We had been doing this for many years. I knew what buttons to push to accomplish my goals. She especially wanted these things to happen on this special night.
I felt her first mini orgasm slither through her body. I kept teasing her and she had a second one a few minutes later.
She whispered, "That's enough Luke. Help me cum."
I sucked her clit into my mouth and made love to it with my tongue. Her minis came more often but when I sensed the big one approaching I pulled her back from the edge just a bit. I helped her through one more mini and then she wrenched control away from me.
She used her hands to force my face deep into her vee. She commanded me to eat her pussy and make her cum. She clamped me in place with her thighs and fucked my face hard. I had been here with her many times in the past. I knew I couldn't stop her this time, so I helped her all I could. She always tells me when she is cumming. This time I couldn't hear her vocalizations. Her thighs effectively blocked my hearing. She beat me with her pubic bone and new juices flooded my face. I sucked her clit and slipped a finger inside to tickle her sweet spot. She had the orgasm she wanted.
It was at least a full minute before her climax began to subside. I allowed her to come down to the point where she was relaxed and just lying there breathing deeply. I gave her a minute or two and then sucked her clit again. I gently massaged her G-spot. Her body jerked twice and then exploded. I knew she would. I had another private chuckle in my mind.
I helped her all I could with this one too. It was a least as good as her first one, maybe a little better. I could hear this time. She was out of control. Between her gasp for air and her whimpers, she was thanking God and begging me. She said "YES, YES-S, YES-S-S, LUKE. EAT MY PUSSY. Oh God, thank you. She repeated that with some variation until she reached her peak. She came down with bated breath and a few soft coos and whimpers.
When it was over, I slid up behind her and pulled her into our spoon. I wanted to stuff her full of hard cock right then and in my mind, the monster was demanding that I do so. I lay there panting. I was trying to replenish my body with oxygen. Linda's breath was ragged too. I had held my breath for a long time and she was just used up. The night air was cool enough to draw some of our excess heat away from us. It made us comfortable as I held her.
Five minutes passed. I wanted her. I moved us into the proper position on our sides and slipped the monster into her wet slippery pussy in one easy stroke. Linda stopped breathing. I rested inside her long enough to become accustomed to being there. I began to move in and out of her slowly and gently. Linda was purring. I love the love sounds that she makes.
She flexed her Kegel muscle and squeezed the monster. I knew that was her signal that she wanted more. I pulled completely out of her. She whined in my absence. I maneuvered her to her knees and as soon as she understood my intentions, she helped. The way we do doggy style is her favorite short-term position. She goes into another world this way almost every time.
This was very dangerous for me. I was aroused to the point that I could easily lose control. I wasn't ready for this to be over. I allowed the monster to find his way back inside her. She whimpered, lowered the front of her body to the bed and buried her face in a pillow. I fucked her slowly and gave her this time to herself. She goes mystical when we do this but I never go with her. Sometimes she will be gone for several minutes and not remember what happened.
I just stroke her slowly and restrain myself until she comes back to me. She wasn't gone long this time. Her pussy flexed around me and she said, "Fuck me harder." I increased my tempo and the power of my thrust. Her third orgasm came bubbling up from deep in her belly. I did what I could to enhance its intensity but mostly I concentrated on saving myself. I wanted to give her one more after this one. Her body became stiff and vibrated in her ecstasy. She rose up on all fours and I held her hips in my hands to stabilize her as I fucked her as hard as I dared.
She met each of my thrust and uttered sweet sounds that in themselves drew me closer to the edge. She began to come down from her high. I had to have relief. I rolled her to her back and pounded her hard in the missionary style. I gave up on the fourth orgasm I had intended for her. I became selfish in my own need and fucked her in my way to satisfy my own passions.
This wonderful woman recognized my plight and submitted completely to my desire. She encircled me with her legs and arms and wrapped me in the emotions that her love for me generated. Her pussy sucked my cock and her body undulated under me as she complimented my every movement. My body gushed in spasm after spasm. I flooded her cavity with my juices.
We went mystical together. Suddenly we were somewhere else in space and time. Time dilated and passed very slowly. Space warped and our place in it became very small. Our bodies filled it completely. Then magic happened. In my mind, I heard her say, "I'm cumming, Luke."
She shared this coveted fourth orgasm with me. I don't mean she told me it was happening. She shared it with me. Our souls merged and we became one. I experienced the convulsions that wracked our combined being. I felt the waves of undiluted pleasure that washed over us. Female orgasms are so much better. I thought I could die. It would be worth it. I realized she was also part of my climax. Mine was just a mechanical thing compared to hers. I was just filling her with semen. Mother Nature wanted her pregnant. I wanted to make her pregnant. I could feel Linda's need to be pregnant. We should have spent our whole lives making babies. I think she screamed and then in the next instant, time snapped like a rubber band. I was quietly holding her in our little bed. She was sleeping peacefully and breathing easily.
It became morning on Thursday. A light peck on the door delivered me from sleep. I padded to the door and tried to keep my feet on the throw rugs rather than the rough stone floor. I opened the top of the heavy Dutch door just a crack and said, "Yes."
Robert stood there. He said, "Breakfast in half an hour, Sir."
I replied, "Thank you, Robert. Shall I order now?"
He answered, "No, it is customary for Cook to prepare breakfasts to order after we are all seated. We use the time she needs for her work for social niceties. I have four guests beside you and your Lady. We all are looking forward to a conversation with the Texas cowboy and his lady. American Western movies are very popular here."
I laughed and said, "We will be there."
I closed the door and crawled back into the warm bed with Linda. I needed at least a few more minutes of cuddle time with her. She was awake. She snuggled close and placed one of my hands on her boob.
She allowed me to hold her for about five minutes and then gave me her, release me signal. Without words, she slid out of bed and went into the bath. I gave her a few minutes and then followed her.
We arrived at the dining room maybe a minute late. Linda was dressed for a ride in the Triumph. She wore loose shorts with a pullover top and canvas deck shoes. Her hair was up in her signature ponytail. It didn't matter how I was dressed. I could have been naked. No one would even notice if she was in the room.
Both coffee and hot tea were available. Robert introduced us. We sat and both of us chose coffee. The social niceties turned into a question and answer period for Linda and me. We enjoyed it and I describe our small ranch. I told about the Brangus cattle that we produced and how part of the bloodline originated here in Scotland. Linda fielded as many questions as I did. I think the men around the table just wanted to interact with her.
The food was very good. I had ordered ham and eggs for both of us with the trimmings. We shared a small fruit bowl. Soon enough it was time for goodbyes. Ella wouldn't allow me to pay even for our breakfast. She said, "That just wouldn't be right after making you stay in that drafty, old and unfinished cottage."

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Robert said, "The conversation more than paid for your food."

We all traded hugs, before Linda and I drove away.
We spent the day driving and seeing the sights. Southern Scotland is a desolate place in some parts. The population was less dense than I expected. We enjoyed being there.
On Friday morning, I called Wilkinson Manor. Michelin answered. I told her that Linda and I were having fun and that we had expanded our itinerary. I told her that we would not return until the afternoon of the coming Sunday. She sounded a little disappointed but she seemed extra bright and bubbly.
I said, "You got laid, didn't you?"
She giggled and replied in a low voice, "Yes Luke. Bobby has been magnificent. This is another debt I owe to you." She whispered as if someone might hear, "I always pay my debts." I was happy for them.
Linda and I continued our tour. We stuck with small and quaint old inns. We toured one medieval castle and we saw Roman bridges and walls. We drove for several miles on a stone-paved road the history of which was lost in an abyss of time. We met wonderful people along the way. The last day out, we had to drive for five hours to make it home on time. That was twice as much as any other day.
We enjoyed being alone with one another. We had sex every day but never with the intensity of that first night in the unfinished cottage. Everything after that was soft and sweet, I love you sex. That was what we both wanted. More than that, we needed the cuddle and snuggle time that went along with it.
On Sunday, I parked my sweet little Triumph in front of Uncle Artair's garage an hour before dark. I revved the engine once to announce our arrival and felt the whole car roll a bit to the left in response to the torque the little V8 produced. I turned the switch to off and the car shuddered as the tachometer needle fell to zero.
Uncle Artair was with us before I could get out of my seat. He asked, "What problems, Luke?"
I smiled and answered, "She performed splendidly, Artair. The only problem was she kept running out of petrol. We put over seven hundred miles on her."
He beamed at me and asked, "How fast will she go?" He was doing a walk-around in search of damage while we talked. He found none.
I chuckled and said, "I don't know. I never took her to eighty. I thought you would want to change her oil before we ran a speed test. I also thought you might want to ride with me."
I helped Linda to her feet. She went to Artair and hugged him. I heard her thank him for building such a wonderful machine. He accepted the hug and his old eyes twinkled in his smiling face.
Artair and I made a date to meet at ten the next morning. He assured me the car would be ready. Besides a speed run or two, he wanted to do an acceleration test too. He jumped at my invitation to ride with me. I hoped he wouldn't have a heart attack. I intended to test my car to the limit. If I was to break something, I wanted it to happen here so Artair could fix it before he shipped it to Texas.
Artair said that he would alert the main house that we were here and have Butler send someone to retrieve our luggage.
Linda and I began the short walk to the house. After so much time in the small cockpit of the car, it felt good to stretch our legs. My intent was to go to our room and clean the road dust off us before meeting with Michelin and Bobby. That didn't happen. We were intercepted and taken to the great hall. We were seated and offered drinks, as usual.
Michelin and Bobby wanted to know all about our tour. They talked as though we had just returned from a great crusade. I came to realize that we had seen things on our trip that neither of them had ever seen. Michelin made Bobby promise to take her on such an adventure in the Green TR3. He promised and she bubbled. The smile on her beautiful face radiated light into every corner of the room.
I commented on her smile. She smiled even more brightly. I looked at Bobby. His face was covered with a silly grin and he blushed like a little girl.
We sat with them long enough to satisfy the requirements of politeness and then I begged off. I said, "We spent five hours in an open car today. We are tired and need a bath. I would like to have a shower and an hour's rest before dinner."
Bobby replied, "Oh, quite right, Luke." He continued, "We can resume our visit later. I think a drink together at one of the outdoor patios after dinner would be in order.
Linda and I had our shower and I took her to bed for an hour afterward. We didn't have sex but we did cuddle. I enjoyed being with her and loving her.
We met Bobby and Michelin in the great room a few minutes before the dinner hour and Cook sent a young man to announce dinner right on time. We visited as we ate.
Michelin said, "Cook plans to prepare your Texas dinner tomorrow evening. She is very excited."
I said, "I am looking forward to it. Tomorrow will be a full day. I have a date with Uncle Artair to run some test on my car tomorrow. Artair needs to verify some performance figures so he can put the finishing touches to the manual he has generated for me."
Bobby said, "There is an old WW-2 bomber field about ten miles from here. I am sure Artair is planning to run his test there."
That spiked my interest. I asked, "How long is the runway?"
Bobby answered, "If my memory is correct there are three runways laid out in a triangle. The longest is something over six thousand feet including the over-run at each end." I got a little excited.
Michelin said, "I want to go and watch."
Bobby said, "We shall all go."
Linda touched my hard cock under the table and giggled.
After dinner, we had drinks outdoors on the patio. The sky was clear and the temperature was perfect. We sat together and enjoyed each other's company. The stars were big and bright just like they are in Texas. I saw a small meteor but it happened so fast I didn't get a chance to make it known to the others.
We passed a pleasant hour together. We did exchange partners for a dance. No one even suggested taking it any farther. Bobby did suggest that we call it a night in anticipation of our big day tomorrow. Today had been a long day for Linda and me. I was ready for bed and sleep. We agreed to meet for breakfast before meeting Uncle Artair.
Linda curled up close to me in the big feather bed. She whispered, "I love you. Luke." She was gently stroking the monster in her hand. He had already begun to swell. She allowed me to explore her sweet body for a few minutes before she changed positions and took the monster into her mouth. Five minutes later I moved her up my body and helped her encase my fully aroused cock in the warm wet depths of her eager pussy.
We shared a soft gentle orgasm that satisfied us both. She said, "I want to sleep now." I held her in place with the monster still inside her. My erection subsided slowly and soon I gathered her close in our spoon.
She said, "No more sex until after the party." That was okay with me. I had just spent four days with her while she was in a loving mood. Any man would have been in need of a period of rest. She was asleep in another minute.
We always abstain for a day or two before we visit our swinger's club at home. It makes the possibility of something extracurricular happening that much more exciting. I thought, "She wants to be on edge the same way for our party. Lancelot will be there." I snuggled closer to her and thought, "I'm going to meet Lancelot's sister."
It had been a long day. I drifted into a deep and restful sleep.
Morning came on Monday.
Cook made a nice but simple breakfast for us. We had something similar to what we would call pancakes at home. They were smaller, little bigger than a silver dollar. They were heavier in texture. I think they were made from buckwheat. I ate twelve or fifteen of them with real butter and honey. A nice sausage and a cup of coffee filed me to the brim.
I walked with the girls to meet Uncle Artair. Bobby said that he needed a few minutes to consult with Butler about the upcoming party. He promised to be right along.
Artair had my car sitting in the sunshine again. It had the hardtop in place. That was the first time I had seen it. It was beautiful. It was painted the same color as the car and had the same racing stripes in the proper place. Artair explained that the car would be aerodynamically more efficient with the top.
I informed Artair that we were to have an audience. He was pleased and asked about Bobby. I said, "He is coming too. He will be here shortly."
Artair said, "You should let the Laird ride with you to the test site and I will take these lovelies to ride in my car."
Michelin said, "Please, Luke. I want to ride in your car. I think Bobby will allow it if you ask him."
I looked at Linda. She smiled and nodded her approval.
As it happened a few minutes later, Bobby did say she could ride with me. He did inform me that he would kill me in a slow and hideous manner if she came to any harm. It was his way of asking me to be careful with her.
Uncle Artair's car was a Land Rover, of the kind that the English always take to Africa. It was already loaded with the tools and timing devices, that Artair thought we might need. There was plenty of room for Bobby and my Linda to ride with him. I got a chuckle when they put Bobby in the back seat.
As Bobby had predicted, Artair led the way and drove to the old aerodrome. Michelin did ride with me. She found reason to touch me several times and she used a few naughty words in our conversation. She likes to do that with me because Bobby doesn't allow her to talk dirty. She made it clear that she would like to suck my dick but she never lowered her head below the top of the dash. I laughed with her and enjoyed being with her.
I was impressed with how well the airfield was maintained. Artair explained, "Local car clubs use the place regularly and law enforcement uses it to teach advanced driving skills to their officers. There is still a small flying club active on the field too. Tax money is allocated for maintenance. There must be a politician involved somewhere."
The longest runway ran into the prevailing wind. The wind was very light, only about five miles per hour. Artair said, "The wind will make a difference. We will have to make runs in both directions." He continued, "Also, this runway runs up-hill to the north, a slight bit. That will make a difference too."
I noticed red flags planted along and in the runway. I asked about them. Artair said, "Those are marker flags. They indicate large cracks or buckles in the old concrete pavement. If you stay ten feet away from them, you will always be on a smooth surface."
The next order of business was to walk the complete length of the runway. We had to find and clear anything that could damage a tire. The total distance was a mile and a quarter, one way. Michelin took Artair's car to the far end and the rest of us walked. We did find some junk and moved it to the edge of the pavement. We put small things in a bag that Artair carried.
Artair pulled me aside for some private talk. He said, "Luke, I believe the tires to be the weakest link. They are rated for one hundred, twenty mph. The manufacturer's rep assured me that they have a built-in safety factor of fifty percent. They won't come apart from centripetal force until one-eighty. However, an impact might cause it to happen at a lower speed. Stay away from those flags. Loss of a tire would be catastrophic at top-end speeds."
I said, "I understand." I thought, "I have never driven a car as fast as I am about to. There is much, I don't know. Maybe, I shouldn't do this." Then I thought, "Chicken."
I made the first run with Artair in the passenger seat. We hit one hundred, forty-one. I made another run in the opposite direction and Uncle Artair took his turn. He also made a run in each direction. My first run was fastest. The average was one hundred thirty-eight. That is what Artair wrote in his book.
The acceleration tests were American standard, one-quarter mile from a standing start. We ran them without a passenger. The little car was not a dragster. She might have been with wider and slicker tires. Her quarter mile time averaged ten point nine seconds. Artair had been hoping for something closer to ten flat. He wrote ten point nine in the book and made a notation about street tires.
I was very proud of the car's performance. I was even prouder of mine. I don't think anyone noticed how frightened I was. I knew that I would never drive her that fast again
Dinner was another special experience. Cook came into the dining room and stood quietly by the door. Next, two servers appeared. One carried a great platter filled with the best-looking cathead biscuits I had ever seen. They were huge and browned to perfection on top and bottom and yet white on the sides, where they had been baked in contact with one another. The biscuits were placed on the table just beyond my plate.
The second young man carried a galvanized bucket, like you would use to hand milk a cow. He walked to my side and held his bucket low for my inspection. It was half-full of white cream gravy. It was what we called sawmill gravy at home. He sat the bucket on the table beside my plate.
I know I had a look of astonishment on my face. The others were all laughing. I said, "What? Is there nothing for the rest of you?" I got a continuation of their laughter.
Bobby signaled to Cook and her young men returned with four iron plates that I could hear sizzling. The one that they sat in front of me contained a most beautiful Porterhouse steak. It looked to be burnt to a crisp on the outside. I couldn't wait I cut a small slice to see the inside. I found perfection again. It was still pink on the inside and slightly bloody at the very center.
The young men retired and returned shortly with trimmings. When they left this time, the table held had a nice salad, baked potatoes for all and anything in the way of dressings and condiments that you could ask for. I asked for an empty plate and while it was being handed to me, I looked around the table. Bobby's steak was a copy of mine and both girls had been served a small but thickly cut Filet Mignon.
I sat my steak to one side. I had everyone's attention now. I split a biscuit in half and placed both halves on my empty plate, hard side down. I drenched the bread with gravy from the bucket and then covered the gravy with black pepper.
I took my first bite. While I was chewing, I smiled at Cook and winked at her. She giggled and curtsied before she hurriedly left the room. Everyone laughed at me again.
When the four of us were alone, I asked Linda, "How did you explain the significance of this meal to Cook?"
Linda giggled and answered, "I told her that you came from a poor family and that sometimes when you were a child, your mother could only give you gravy and bread. Then I told her that you grew up, worked hard and became rich. Now you can eat steak whenever you want. Cook decided that she could give you a sample of each." She hesitated and went on, "I also told her that your mother now lives in a fine house and she can also have steak."
Quiet replaced the laughter around the table. Linda looked up and said, "I just told her the truth."
I changed the subject to something lighter. I asked about the party that was to happen the next evening.
Michelin answered me. She said, "We will dance in the Great Hall. Butler and his helpers have spent the day rearranging the furniture and adding some fold-away tables and chairs. I have invited eighteen couples and six single men from Bobby's team. They will all bring dates."
There was a pause and then she said, "I think everyone will come. The room can handle that many people but the dancing will spill to the outdoor patios if the weather is nice.
Bobby said, "The forecast is for the weather to be nice. I had the dance music piped outside to encourage the use of the patios." He continued, "Staff is excited about a party in your honor. They have all fallen in love with the both of you. They will handle the logistics of food and drink with great pride. We will have a great gathering."
We sat and talked with after dinner drinks. The girls took a power room break together and left Bobby and me alone for a few minutes. I decided to conduct my background check on Lancelot.
I asked, "What can you tell me about a young man named Eric Littleton?"
Bobby looked at me and said, "He is a fine young man. His family is new to the area. They have only been here three or four generations. Eric conducts his business properly and he has a good reputation. All the young women vie for his attention." He added, "He is a landholder. Like me, he is called Laird when addressed formally.
Bobby stopped talking and looked into my eyes. He saw something there. He said, "Eric does have another side, Luke. He is known to be somewhat of a rake where the women are concerned. Still, I have never heard of him involving himself with a married woman. Has he shown some interest in Linda?"
I chuckled and said. "Well, Linda told me that she danced with him at the party you took her to on our first visit."
Bobby said, "Yes, I knew about that. In fact, they had two dances and they were out of my sight part of the time. If anything untoward happened, Linda handled it well. I saw her break off the dance. She kissed his cheek and then she came to me. She asked me to take her away and of course, I did." After a short pause, he continued, "She danced with several of the young men and seemed to be having a good time. She was in very good spirits when we left if you understand what I mean."
I answered, "Yes I understand. It is nice to be the object of her attention when she is in good spirit." I smiled at Bobby and he blushed. I continued, "Out of all the young men she danced with that evening, he is the one that impressed her. She has named him, Lancelot and has spoken of him often. I think that the interest he has shown in her is at her invitation."
Bobby said, "Harrumph, I see."
I continued, "Linda saw him at your soccer game last week. She pointed him out to me and asked if she could go and speak with him. After you and Michelin had left, Linda told me that Eric had invited us to lunch. We met him and had fish and chips."
I thought for a minute and decided to tell Bobby the whole story. It could get rather awkward if he found out some other way.
I said, "Linda told me that he knew of her spending at least one night with you. Anyway, she said that she had explained our hall pass system to him and he guessed that Michelin and I had a relationship too."
I continued, "We had a pleasant conversation after the ice was broken. Just before Linda and I left, he as much as asked me to give Linda a pass to be with him for a few hours after the party tomorrow night."
I had Bobby's full attention. He asked, "Are you going to give her the hall pass?"
I answered, "I told him I would consider it."
I could see Bobby thinking. In a moment he said, "Luke, I find myself feeling a bit jealous. I know that Linda belongs to you but I thought a little bit of her belonged to me too. I never imagined that she would consider a third lover." He hesitated and then said, "I expect that Michelin will want to spend some time with you in the future. I agreed to that before we married and we agreed to follow your hall pass rules as best as we know them. Do you think Michelin will ask me for permission to sleep with other men besides you?"
I answered, "Bobby, you are a virile man and I know that you have an eye for the pretty girls. I am sure that you feel an attraction to one of them every so often. Michelin will feel those same urges. It is Mother Nature's way. If your marriage is open and honest, you don't have to hide those feelings. Michelin has loved you since she was a child. No other man will ever be able to take your place but she probably will want to play with one of them now and again."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We sat there while Bobby mulled that over in his mind. At length, I said, "Linda is not falling in love with Lancelot. She just wants to have fun with him. Tomorrow is our last night in Scotland. She might not ever have another opportunity. I will probably allow it."

Bobby said, "This is all too heavy for me, my friend. I have some serious thinking to do."
I said, "I do have a small favor to ask."
Bobby replied, "Ask and ye shall receive."
I said, "Lancelot told me that he was going to bring his sister to the party. I will need you to point her out to me. I want to dance with her."
Bobby said, "I will do that but you won't have any trouble recognizing her. Besides your Linda, she will be the prettiest girl in the room." He took a few seconds to think. He cocked his head sideways as though he had just had an epiphany. He had realized that I was considering her as a partner for more than a dance.
He asked, "Would you like to know what I know about her?"
I smiled at him and said, "Certainly."
He said, "The rakish behavior that I attributed to her brother earlier, is not a family trait. The young woman that you speak of has the reputation of being somewhat of an ice princess." He hesitated and then said, "I have the notion that Eric is bringing her, instead of a date. He wants to be free to be with Linda if the chance arises.
I chuckled to myself and said, "Yes. I'm sure you are correct." Then I said, "I still will want to dance with the prettiest girl at the party." I added, "At our dance club at home Linda is known as, The Ice Queen."
He said, "Really?"
I changed the subject. I asked about Bobby's next soccer game. The girls rejoined us.
At about ten, PM Bobby announced his readiness for bed. I think he had it in his mind to illustrate to Michelin how much he wanted to help take care of their baby. I thought, "I might have created a monster."
I knew I wasn't going to get any. The truth is I didn't really want any. I was still in my rest and recovery mode. I took Linda outside and we danced in the moonlight with no music. Twenty or thirty minutes later, we went in and went to bed.
Being in bed with my Linda is a fabulous experience even when there is no sex involved. She snuggled her naked body up close to me and threw an arm and leg over me. She asked me to hold her while she slept. She faded into sleep easily, as she always does. I wondered if she was dreaming about Lancelot. I wondered what his sister would be like.
I slipped away to dreamland and dreamed about a young woman I had never met. In my dream, she was a very pretty ice princess of the north. She was a beautiful Viking Princess, complete with a sword and a shield. I knew that I could get around the shield. The smile on her face and her twinkling eyes told me she didn't intend to use the sword. It turned into a very nice dream. Even so, my dreams are never totally fulfilling. They never take me to completion as they did in my adolescence.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Being in bed with my Linda is a fabulous experience even when there is no sex involved. She snuggled her naked body up close to me and threw an arm and leg over me. She asked me to hold her while she slept. She faded into sleep easily, as she always does. I wondered if she was dreaming about Lancelot. I wondered what his sister would be like.

I slipped away to dreamland and dreamed about a young woman I had never met. In my dream, she was a very pretty ice princess of the north. She was a Viking Princess, complete with a sword and a shield. I knew that I could get around the shield. The smile on her face and her twinkling eyes told me she didn't intend to use the sword. It turned into a very nice dream. Even so, my dreams are never totally fulfilling. They never take me to completion as they did in my adolescence.
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Morning came. I came awake and realized that Linda was holding morning wood in her hands. She stroked me gently and my erection became more pronounced immediately. I thought, "Maybe a morning quickie is in order. There is no need to take our abstinence to the extreme."
I drew her to me and kissed her. I felt her body melt and form itself to me. As my tongue danced with hers, I let my hand roam over her body. I squeezed one of her breasts and touched an erect nipple. I let my hand drift down her flat belly until I touched her engorged pleasure button and then I found moisture at her point of entry. My plan was to make short work of our foreplay or abandon it altogether. I massaged her clit the tiniest bit. Her body squirmed against me and she cooed as a small bird would.
Suddenly, she broke our kiss. Her breath was coming in gasps. She tried to talk but couldn't. She physically removed my hand from her pussy and nestled her head into the hollow of my shoulder as she recovered. A minute later, I heard her giggle under her breath. She said, "We almost lost it, didn't we?"
I held her close but didn't answer her. I hadn't completely given up.
She said, "Our period of celibacy has evidently worked its magic. We are both ready for the party."
I put a finger under her chin and raised her face to mine. I brushed her lips with mine and recaptured a breast in my hand.
She giggled again but pushed my hand away and refused the kiss. She said, "No, Luke. I want to save it." I always have the option to force her. It wouldn't take much and she would submit to me. She would enjoy it and never complain later. That has happened in the past. This time, I knew it was time for me to give up.
Linda has told me no, less than ten times since I've known her and two of those times were before we had sex the first time. When she says no and I sense that she means it, I honor her wish. She always has a valid reason.
She snuggled back into my shoulder. She did allow me to put my hand on her ass and help her grind that sweet pussy into my thigh.
She whispered in my ear, "Hear my plan, Lover and don't interrupt. Tonight might be our last night in Scotland forever. There is a good chance that we will never come back. At the party, I want you to dance with the pretty girls and I will be a bit naughty with Lancelot. I want us both to be on edge when we return here afterward. I want to spend this night in this big soft bed with you. I want us to share the best, I-Will-Love-You-Forever, fuck that we have ever had. I want you to help me make it last all night. I want this night to remain in our memories forever. When we get on the plane tomorrow, I want to be so spent that I can curl up close to you and sleep the whole way home."
I replied, "That's a good plan." I kissed her. She accepted this kiss and didn't make me force her. I thought, "I need to rethink the hall pass I was going to give her. I think Sir Lancelot just got fucked, figuratively."
I didn't trust myself to shower with her. The force option was still in play and the monster was set on go. I gave her the bathroom and stayed in bed until I heard her crank up her hair dryer. I only played with myself a little bit.
We met with Michelin and Bobby. Cook made another wonderful breakfast for us. We all outlined our day. The girls were going to take the green TR3 to town. They were going to get their hair and nails done for the party. I wanted to spend some time with Uncle Artair. I wanted to take my car out for one more spin before Artair started preparing her for shipment.
The thought of Linda being naughty with Lancelot came to my mind and I remembered my dream of Lancelot's sister the Viking girl. Linda's comment about this possibly being our last night in Scotland forever came to mind.
Giving Linda a hall pass, came back to my thoughts. This could very well be her last opportunity to be with Lancelot. If she passed it up, would she regret it? I hate hard decisions but I've had to make a bunch of them in my lifetime. I knew how to do it. You make the decision, stick to your choice of action and put the problem behind you.
The hall pass tumbled over in my mind. I thought about the other side of the coin. I remembered Linda's plan and I remembered how good it had sounded to me. I thought, "When in doubt, procrastinate." That's what I did. I hate procrastination.
We finished breakfast. I flirted with Cook again and got my usual response from her. The little, old and grey woman has become special to me. The old adage says, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
The four of us walked to the main entrance of the house. The little green sports car sat under the porte-cochere in readiness for the girl's use. Uncle Artair was in attendance. He gave Michelin the speech about the car being ready in all respects. The top was up so that their new hairstyles would not be ruffled on the way home.
I helped Linda into the passenger's seat and buckled her in. Something seemed wrong. Then I realized that the passenger seat was on the left. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "I can't wait until tonight." The monster moved. The butterflies that I felt in my stomach would be another factor in the hall pass decision.
Uncle Artair received a peck on the cheek for helping Michelin into her seat. The girls drove away.
I asked, "Is it safe to let them go?"
Artair answered with a chuckle, "Michelin is a fine driver. I trained her myself." That small bit of information, made me feel better.
I asked, "Would it be possible for me to take Bobby for a ride in my car this morning?"
He said, "Sure. I knew you would want her today. She stands ready in my shop."
I asked, "Ready in all respects?"
He laughed and replied, "Yes Sir."
I put my arm around the old man's shoulders and we walked toward the garage with Bobby. I expressed my feelings of appreciation for his work on my car."
In his richest brogue, he said, "Da n't mention it, Luke. I enjoyed it. I was drunk most of the time." He shrugged my arm from around his shoulders and reclaimed some of his space. Public shows of emotion were not his thing. He became serious and asked, "Have you thought about a governor for your car?"
I replied, "I have. Tell me how it would work."
He answered, "Basically it is an ignition interrupter. A sensor connected to the speedometer cable would activate it. I could set it for any speed you choose. Five miles an hour before that speed four of the engine's cylinders would fail to receive an ignition spark. At the set speed, the other four cylinders would also lose their spark. The car would begin to decelerate. At ten miles an hour below the set speed, everything would come back online. One cylinder at a time would recover over a period of about ten seconds. The driver could then proceed at a safe speed."
We walked up to the car. I put my hand on the roll bar behind the driver's seat. I said, "That would be like gelding a prized thoroughbred stallion. Let's leave her the way she is."
Artair looked at me and chuckled. He said, "Somehow I knew you would see it that way." Then his eyes narrowed and he became very serious. He said, "Be sure you are damn careful about who sits behind the wheel."
I nodded and said, "I will Uncle."
He lightened his spirit and said, "It probably wouldn't matter. A klutz would kill himself at low speed in this car anyway. It makes too much power for a small sports car."
I asked, "Do you know about the party at the main house tonight?" Artair nodded and I continued. I would be honored if you were there and I would have you sit at our table. After all, you are family, Uncle."
He looked at me sideways and then glanced at Bobby. I saw Bobby nod imperceptibly. Artair asked, "Shall I bring a date?"
I answered, "Absolutely."
He asked, "What is the dress code?"
Bobby answered for me. He said, "It is formal."
That was the first I knew of that. I questioned Bobby with my eyes.
He said, "Don't worry Luke. Your clothes will be ready when it is time for you to dress. Linda knew to bring your tux. Butler has seen to its preparation.
Artair said, "I have one last question." He paused then asked, "Is there going to be hanky-panky around your table tonight?"
We all knew that Artair was aware of our previous hanky-panky. I hesitated long enough that Bobby thought I needed help. He answered for me by saying, "Time will tell Artair."
Artair seemed to be torn between a wish to attend our party and a desire not to break custom. At that moment, I understood that I had just asked him to step out of his class.
At length, Artair said, "I will attend and bring an escort. I will wear the tartan of Clan Campbell. I had rather sit at a table with people of my own cast. I would like to dance with Michelin and Linda at least once."
Social classes are for the most part ignored in Scotland since the end of WW II but the older people still feel more comfortable if the old etiquettes are observed to some extent. Of course, Artair is of the old college.
Bobby said, "I will see that it is so. It is settled, we will expect to see you and your consort around nine in the evening.
I took the keys in hand and then asked, "Would you like to drive Bobby?"
He replied, "Nay my friend. Artair has assured me that you are competent. I might ask to drive later if I think I can be comfortable with her.
I lowered myself into the driver's seat. Bobby and I were away. I drove as fast as I could and still remain at ease. The little car felt as if it were part of me now. She followed my commands almost before I knew I had given them and without conscious thought on my part. We were exceeding the speed limits by a good margin on the twisting road. I knew that I would be cited if I passed a cop. I didn't care. In my mind, I was flying Artair's Spitfire. I was saving England from the iron cross.
Without thinking, we found ourselves at the old airport. I think that subconsciously I wanted to give Bobby the opportunity to best my speed from the day before. He accepted the challenge. He drove through a run in each direction. His fastest speed was one, thirty-four. I took a turn in each direction and only beat him by one mile per hour. I was six miles off my best time. We decided that the reduced performance was because the top was down. I was proud of Bobby, the car and me.
We stopped for a break. Bobby fished a flask out of his pocket and took a big pull from it. He looked at me and grinned. He said, "You can't have any. You are driving."
I laughed and got out of the car. I opened the trunk just to see. There were a small ice chest and a pic-nick basket. The basket contained four of Cook's banger sandwiches and some American style corn chips. They were quite similar to Fritos, crispy and salty. The Ice chest contained a large bottle of water, a large bottle of cold tea and four bottles of Coca-Cola. I thought, "God bless Cook."
I took the chest and the basket and said, "Come with me big man."
Bobby got out of the car and followed me to where we could sit in the shade of a small tree that I didn't recognize. We sat in the short grass and leaned on the tree as we looked out over a shallow valley in front of us. I sat the basket on the ground on my side away from Bobby. I opened it and Bobby was trying to look over me to see what was inside.
I said, "You can't have any, you're drinking."
He replied, "Don't fuck with me Luke, I'm hungry." He reached over me and snagged a sandwich. I laughed.
I said, "Damn Bobby, we had breakfast less than two hours ago."
He replied, "When you are a poor boy in Scotland, you are hungry whenever the opportunity to eat arises." We laughed together. I pulled an ice-cold Coke from the chest and Bobby opted for tea. He drank it directly from the decanter.
After we ate, Bobby went back to whisky and I nursed my Coke. We both relaxed. The weather was perfect. The temperature was in the low seventies and there was the gentlest of breezes. In an otherwise clear, blue sky, a few small white cumulus clouds drifted by.
Bobby asked, "Have you made a decision on Linda's hall pass for the evening?"
I felt completely comfortable concerning his question. It was very personal in nature but it came from a friend. I answered him truthfully. I said, "I thought I had decided to give it to her. I know how much she wants to be with Eric. Then this morning she told me how much she was looking forward to us spending our last night in Scotland together in that big soft bed you have been allowing us to use." After a second, I added, "At that point, I decided, fuck Eric. I will keep her for myself."
I paused then continued, "I have thought about it more since then. There is a chance that she will never have another opportunity to be with him." I hesitated and then said, "Bobby, I want to tell you something of your relationship with my wife. Of course, this is from her side and shines no fault on either of you." I continued, "When the two of you first met, her attraction to you was very strong. We were not swingers then and she was afraid to ask me to allow her to be with you. She told you that I had said no but the truth was she never asked. I probably would have said no and given her a spanking." I chuckled. Bobby only listened.
I went on, "I know that nothing happened between you except for a few kisses. You both acted honorably, although I know that Linda was very weak in your presence. At any rate," I continued, "You came back to Scotland and she carried much regret for many years that she hadn't found a way to have you. That regret is why I found you for her and brought her here." I said, "I don't want her to have regret for not sleeping with Eric. Tonight could well be her last chance. I don't know what to do, my friend."
Bobby said, "We had two kisses, Luke. My attraction to her was very strong and I carried much of that same regret when I returned here. I have dreamed about those kisses a thousand times and I still have her in my dreams from time to time.
We were both quiet for a time. At length, he said, "This decision that you are having so much trouble with would be easy for me. Of course, that might be because I am on the outside looking in."
I sat up straighter and drank from my Coke. I responded, "Really? What would you do?"
He spoke without hesitation. He said, "I would take her to a most private place and give her the pass. That will shock her emotionally. Then I would explain to her your thoughts, just as you just explained them to me. Tell her that you want her to decide and you want her to do what she really wants to do. Don't make her believe that you don't care either way. She needs to know that you feel as though you have a dog in the hunt." He chuckled and said, "You used that phrase on me a few days ago. I like it." Then he said, "My point is, you don't need to cripple yourself by making her think you don't care. At the same time, the ball needs to be in play on her end of the field, so to speak."
I only needed a few seconds to know that he was right. I said, "That was so easy for you, wasn't it?" I paused and said, "That is exactly what I will do. It is the right thing to do. I would kiss you, Bobby, except that big red mustachio turns me off." I struck his arm playfully.
Another silent minute went by. Finally, Bobby said, "I have another personal question."
I said, "Go."
He asked, "What will you do if Linda decides to spend the night with Eric."
I answered him, "Truthfully, I don't think she will. I believe I will have her in my bed when the smoke clears this evening."
He asked again, "What will you do if Linda decides to spend the night with Eric?"
I answered, "I don't know." I haven't given it much thought. I think Linda would give me a pass for a free hunt."
Bobby asked, "What about Eric's sister?"
I answered, "That is a nice thought but you told me yourself that she is an ice princess. I doubt I would have much chance of success with her in one night."
He asked, "Would you pursue her?"
I said, "Yes, I would give it a shot."
He asked, "What would you do if that attempt failed?"
I said, "I don't know. What are you getting at?"
He said, "Okay, here it is. Michelin want's very much to spend a night in your bed. I have been thinking about it and I have come to realize that I have not been very considerate of her needs and wants. If you exhaust all other options, I have decided that I would give her a hall pass for tonight. This is your last night. None of us know when we will see each other again."
I said, "Bobby, don't set Michelin so low on the totem pole. If I can't have Linda tonight, I would rather be with Michelin than anyone." I had to tell him what a totem pole was.
He said, "Really?"
I said, "Hell yes, really." I paused and said, "Bobby, I have the same deep feelings for Michelin that you have for my Linda.
He said, "Really?"
I said, "Yes, really. If Linda decides to go home with Lancelot, I will choose Michelin above all others."
He asked, "Even above the ice princess?"
I answered, "Bobby, I have never met the ice princess. She would have to be something very special to outrank your Michelin in my mind." I paused and then said, "There is more going on in your mind Bobby. What is it?"
He looked at me and then cast his eyes out over the valley. He said, "I have promised her that I would allow her to go to you. I would have honored that promise repeatedly this week if I hadn't had the silly fears of harming her. The feelings I have when I think about the two of you are very strange. I don't feel jealousy and I don't feel overly possessive of her. You would think both of those things would torment me. I think our relationship with you and Linda transcends all that. I have more jealousy when I think of Linda being with Eric. I have no control over that. Linda belongs to you. I wish I would have advised you to send him packing."
There was a long pause but then he spoke again. He said, "If Michelin fulfills her need to be with you, maybe she won't look at other men. I am having trouble with that possibility. The thought of her being with someone other than me or you bring all the bad feelings to me." He reestablished eye contact and said, "I suffer when I think of it."
I thought for a minute and tried to find a way to help him. At length, I said, "The rules that Linda and I have adopted with our hall pass system protect us from the feelings you are describing. Either of us can say no to any proposal that the other brings. I try to temper that veto power. I find myself allowing myself to suffer a little to make Linda happy. I don't think it is wrong of her to want to enjoy herself as the beautiful woman she is. Her time with you made her very happy. I knew it would. That is why I let it happen. I experienced some jealousy during our last trip but in the end, it was worth it. If anything, Linda loves me more for allowing her to have you, not less."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After another pause, I said, "Michelin is a very special lady. Among all men, you are the one she has chosen to love. She will never ask you for anything that will bring you pain. You are very lucky to have her."

I think we were both talked out. We let our silence last for a while. I sipped at my Coke and watched a cloud drift by. Bobby asked, "May I have a Coke."
I said "Sure." I opened one and handed it to him.
He took a sip and then looked at the bottle. He said, "I had occasion to have Coke while I was in your country." He continued, "I never developed a taste for it. It is far too sweet for me. I never understood its popularity in America.
I decided to fuck with his head a little. I said, "It makes you horny." His head jerked when he looked at me. I said, "Yeah. All that sugar makes my dick get hard like the capstone on the Washington Monument." He muttered something under his breath. I asked, "What did you say?"
He looked at me and blushed. He blushes easily for a man. He knew that he had given himself away. He chuckled and said "Okay Luke. I am about to confide in you something I would share with no one else." My interest piqued. He said, "After our conversation outside the field house the other day, I did exactly what you advised me to do."
He paused and sipped his Coke. He said, "I took Michelin to the party and gave her some wine. I allowed her to dance and be frisky with several of my young team members. I took her home and to bed. I made love to her slowly and carefully."
He drank more of the Coke. He went on, "It was like opening a floodgate. She turned into a sex machine. She has tried to fuck me to death every day since that day. She has fucked my poor little Willie down to a nub." I laughed. He said, "Damn it Luke, part of the reason I would send her to your bed tonight is I want some rest. I am an old man. I need a night off." I laughed aloud and in a moment, he laughed with me.
We calmed and I asked, "Do you want to know one of my secrets?"
He replied, "Sure, if you want to share it."
I said, "Linda has given me the last two days and nights off. She knows when she has fucked me down and she certainly did that while we were on our tour. She has allowed me some recovery time so that I would be ready for tonight." I said, "In your case, I don't think it has much to do with age. Women are just stronger than we are, sexually.
He said, "I know that to be true."
I asked, "Do you care to know something else?" He nodded. I said, "Linda has not mentioned Lancelot to me since we had lunch with him. I know that she has promised to dance with him tonight but I am confident that is as far as it will go. She will allow him to be a bit naughty with her but she will save the last dance for me and she will come to my bed tonight. We won't get much sleep.
He said, "You will find young Eric to be a formidable adversary when it comes to women. I can see your Linda being wooed by him.
I answered, "Linda loves me as Michelin loves you. She will be in my bed tonight of her own free will. She likes him very much. She probably will allow herself to be wooed by him sometime in the future if she has the opportunity. I'm sure she already has that planned and I will probably allow it. Tonight is a special night for us though. She will give herself only to me, tonight."
I thought to myself, "I hope I haven't let my mouth overload my ass. It would be very embarrassing if I was wrong." Then I thought, "I can't lose. It would be worth some embarrassment to spend the night with Michelin. I really don't know when I will see her again."
He said, "I envy your confidence and self-assuredness." He turned his Coke up and drained it.
I asked, "Do you want another of those?"
He chuckled and said, "If I thought it would have the effect you said it would, I would instruct Cook to never run out of it."
I said, "You should drink one before bedtime tonight. You know, you are going to be sleeping with a sex machine again.
He said, "We shall see." He looked at me and laughed. He said, "Hell, I might give her to Eric. I need some rest."
He had my attention. I felt a pang of jealousy that surprised me. I said, "I hope you are joking."
He laughed and said, "Yes Luke. That will never happen. I do consider him to be a fine young man but he lives far too close to my home for me to allow him to develop a relationship with Michelin. I can see how that could turn into an ongoing problem. You live six thousand miles away and we can't be together very often. That is good because I will always be selfish enough to want her for myself almost all of the time."
I said, "Truly Sir, you are a wise old sage."
We Picked up our belongings and walked back to the car. Bobby said, "Listen to me, Luke. I'm not going to mention our conversation to Michelin. If Linda does put herself out of the picture tonight, I do intend to send her to you. Make sure you have a proper pass to be with her."
I looked at him and just nodded.
I drove and soon got lost in the adventure of it. I was a Spitfire pilot again for a little while. I was in a desperate battle to save the world from the Nazi hords. I drove too fast. Bobby never said a word.
I turned the car over to Uncle Artair. He told me the car would be picked up on the following Monday for shipment. He assured me that it would be properly prepared and crated before then. I went to Artair's office with him and wrote him a check for the balance of the money I owed him.
He said, "By our agreement, you don't owe this until the car is safely on your doorstep in Texas."
I said, "If it gets fucked-up in transit, you use some of that money to buy an airline ticket and get your ass over there to fix it properly."
He laughed and said, "I would do that for you, Luke."
We met for an early dinner so that we would all have time to bathe and dress for the party. I couldn't believe my eyes when the girls walked in.
Linda's hair was piled on top of her head except for the temple locks that hung down to frame her pretty face. I had seen this style before. Michelin was wearing her hair this way the first night that I met her. Linda has copied the style several times since then. Their coloring is so different that the style doesn't have the same effect on both of them.
Michelin had changed her hair the most. She damn near had it all cut off. I thought that she was beautiful but I also feared that it might piss Bobby off. I knew that I would be upset if Linda cut her hair off.
I looked at both of them. In my eyes, Linda was the prettiest girl in the room but they were both beautiful. I knew I was going to sleep with one or the other of them tonight. The monster moved.
I looked at Michelin again. Her hair was cut very short. It framed her face nicely but it looked like a fluffy football helmet. There was once a young girl in my life that I had fallen in love with. Her name was Sandy. She was legal but barely so. She wore her hair this way.
My mind came back to Michelin. I wanted her. The monster moved again and this time with more authority. I took a few seconds to remember the night we met. We had talked over the phone several times and I had seen pictures of her but we had never met face to face. We had planned to go to bed together and we both knew it was going to happen. It was raining out and cold in our room that night. We fucked like two angels in love. I made her cum five times. I realized how cheated I felt for not having her, this trip. I Thought, "She doesn't belong to me."
My eyes swung back to Linda. She does belong to me. She is most beautiful and the one I love above all others. I wanted her too. I thought, "Damn Luke, I hope you don't have to choose." If I did have to choose, I knew I would choose Linda." Then I thought, "Maybe not. I don't know when I will see Michelin again. I began to have second thoughts about Linda's choice of bed partners tonight. She doesn't know when she will see Lancelot again, if ever."
Linda had seen me look at Michelin. She tilted her head and stuck her tongue in her cheek while she smiled at me. I know she reads my mind sometimes. She knew what I had been thinking.
Bobby grabbed my attention and brought me back to the real world. He said, "Well. Tell me, Luke. What do you think of Michelin's hair?"
I replied, "It's just me maybe but I think your Michelin is beautiful. She was beautiful at breakfast this morning. She would be beautiful if she shaved her head. She is beautiful now. The truth is I love her new cut."
I looked at Linda. She still had her tongue in her cheek. She broke up and giggled at me.
Bobby laughed and said, "You could have just said you like it, Luke. I like it too. We had an argument about it. I didn't want to let her cut her hair more than a slight trim but then I gave in. I'm glad I did. I really like it."
Michelin threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. Then she hugged him very hard.
I looked at Linda and said, "You would still be pretty if you were bald too, Babe."
She came to me and hugged me. She whispered, "Don't muss my hair. I will let you do that later while I'm fucking your eyes out. I love you, Luke."
I thought, "She hasn't asked for it. Don't give her the pass."
Dinner turned out to be light. There was a lot of activity in the kitchen in preparation for the party. We had ham and cheese sandwiches with a bowl of heavy vegetable soup. It was quick, neat and filling. Everything that comes out of Cook's kitchen is good.
Linda and I walked into our room. Our clothes were laid out. The tuxedo was mine. Linda had brought it from home. Her dress was beautiful. It was long slinky and formal. It had a slit on both sides. The one on the right came to just below her knee and the one on the left reached her upper thigh. It was a much-understated light red tint on white. I think the fabric must have been satin. There was a small amount of elegant white lace trim but you might miss it if you didn't look closely. I couldn't wait to see it on her.
She said, "I want to bathe alone. I don't want to have to fight you off me and you would get my hair wet."
I chuckled and said, "You had better bathe alone."
She smiled and giggled at me, went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I found a glass and a bottle of Crown. I realized that I hadn't had a drink all day. I could wait happily for my turn. I sat and had my drink as I watched the world outside our window. I took a minute to fill out Linda's hall pass. I made it say only, "A sexual encounter with Lancelot." I left open the date-time entry.
I put it back in my wallet. There was still doubt in my mind.
Linda came out of the bathroom forty minutes after she had gone in. She said, "Your turn."
I turned to look at her. She was two things, naked and beautiful. I went to her. I wanted to hold her for a second. She pushed me away, saying, "No Luke. You smell like a car."
I went into the bathroom and came out fifteen minutes later. When I came out, I wasn't as pretty as Linda had been but I was just as naked. Linda was standing there in her dress. Her new hairdo made her seem taller and her neck seemed longer. The dress made her look extra slender. I could see the well-defined musculature of her legs through the slits in her dress when she walked. Her perky breasts and her fine ass were displayed perfectly. I thought, "She is going to meet Lancelot in a magic dress made by Merlin." The monster stirred and began to swell.
Linda giggled and said, "Get dressed Luke. We need to be in the great hall in fifteen minutes."
I started with my socks and when it came time to fuck with my fancy little bow tie, Linda had to help me. I let her finish with the tie and then I gathered her into my arms and kissed her. I let my hands roam over her. I broke the kiss and said, "No underwear?"
She answered, "I plan on having fun tonight. Every man I dance with will want to be a little naughty with me."
I asked, "Are you going to dance with Lancelot?"
She replied, "Yes and I plan on giving him any liberty. We won't embarrass you but I will let him take me where we can't be seen. I want to be very naughty with him."
I said, "About that." I picked up my wallet from the dresser and fished her hall pass out of it. I put it in her hand and said, "I want you to have this before we go."
She looked at it and I felt her shudder. She gasped for her lost breath and one single tear rolled out of her eye. I caught it on my fingertip and let her watch as I touched it to the tip of my tongue. I tasted the salt in it.
I said, "Don't let tears mess up your makeup."
She answered, "I'm not wearing any except for some lip gloss. You've already messed that up." She laid her head on my chest and let me hold her. She said, "I have been careful not to mention Lancelot and I didn't ask for a hall pass. This is our trip, Luke."
I said, "You may never see your young friend again. I don't want you to carry regret like you had for Bobby, away from here."
She whimpered and said, "He is not like Bobby. Bobby is special."
I said, "You don't have to use the pass but I do want you to have it. I want you to come back here with me tonight, but if you decide to go with Lancelot, it will be all right. After tonight, I plan to keep you to myself for a long time."
She said, "I love you, Luke." She let me hold her for a full minute. She whispered, "I will always love you."
She snapped out of it and said, "We have to go. It's not cool for the guests of honor to be late." She took my hand and led me down the hallway. She was giving instructions all the way. I laughed. She was telling me how to have fun with all the pretty girls. I've been around pretty girls before. I know how to have fun with them.
We walked into the Great Room. The lights dimmed to very low and a small spotlight played on us. An announcer with the clear well-modulated voice of a game show host said, "Our honored guest, Mr. and Mrs., Luke and Linda Bowman of Texas." The room was filled with the sound of strings playing The Blue Danube Waltz. It is my favorite piece by Strauss. Bobby knew that. I was sure the recording was by the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra. It is a long piece, over nine minutes."
I stepped away from Linda and looked at her. Her yellow hair and the golden Texas tan of her skin contrasted perfectly with her dress. In this light, the dress appeared to be almost white but then a very subdued red highlight would move over it as she moved or if the light flickered. It looked like a magical dress in a medieval fantasy. Her green eyes sparkled. Here again, she was the prettiest girl in the room. The monster moved.
I held her hand and helped her through a pirouette so everyone could see her. I did a sweeping bow to her and she curtsied. I took her into my arms and we danced. We had danced to this piece many times. We moved like liquid across the floor. We danced alone for a full minute and then I saw Bobby and Michelin come onto the floor. A minute later, everyone joined us. I thought, "These Scotts know how to party."
The music was coming to the end. We stood still on the floor and I kissed her. I heard her whisper, "I love you, Luke." The music ended and there was thunderous applause mixed with what I took to be cheers and Scottish war cries.
I felt Michelin take my hand and Bobby was walking away with Linda. We followed them. The next protocol was our formal introduction to each of the guest individually. We stood in a row in front of the fireplace the most prominent place in the room. Linda was to my right, Michelin was next and then Bobby to her right. The young announcer stood to Bobby's right and a small step behind him.
The guest queued to the right of the announcer. As each couple approached, they handed a card to him. He read their names and their relationship to one another from it. They then were greeted by Bobby and Michelin and then introduced to Linda and me formally. There were bows and curtsies among head nods and handshakes. Nice words were spoken. They made us feel welcome in their country.
The whole process lasted just a few minutes. We probably spent around thirty seconds with each couple and there must have been less than twenty couples. People that knew us didn't participate in this ritual. I didn't see Uncle Artair for instance or Lancelot for that matter.
As the last guest walked away, Bobby said, "Drinks are being delivered to our table as we speak. I for one would like to sit and rest for a few minutes.
As we walked to our table, I let Linda and me lag behind. I squeezed her hand and said, "Wife, please make your choice of bed partners soon. The suspense is killing this poor cowboy. My stomach is churning."
She stopped me right there and kissed me. She pressed herself against me and whispered, "I am so sorry Luke. That has never been an issue. She looked up and said, "I thought you understood earlier. This is our week and our party. No one could come between us tonight."
She took two steps backward and gave me her most elegant curtsy. She rose, came close and whispered, "I wish to formally reserve my place in your bed tonight." There was a pause before she added, "Sir." Her green eyes flashed and her dress shimmered with subtle color. The monster moved.
I whispered, "That's clear enough. I love you, Linda." The butterflies in my stomach settled down. I was glad that I had given her the pass.
The table was set for eight but only the four of us took up residence. Bobby explained that we would receive guests through the evening. Some may want to sit and visit for a few minutes.
Everyone was kind enough to leave us alone for fifteen minutes or so. Uncle Artair was the first to approach. On his arm was a lovely woman who had to be twenty years his junior. She was far closer to my age than his. He introduced her as Laura Littleton. I assumed there was a kinship with Lancelot.
Their dress was Scottish Highlander formal. Both wore kilts with all the regalia. I knew that Artair's was in the tartan of the Campbell Clan. There were several colors in the plaid design. The most prominent was green. Laura's kilt matched the colors that Bobby wore. I made myself a mental note to ask about that.
I looked around the room to see how everyone was dressed. I was surprised to note that most people were dressed like Linda and me rather than in kilts like Bobby and Michelin.
Artair bowed and then spoke in his extreme brogue. His words were not slurred. I was happy to see that he wasn't drunk. He said, "Mr. Bowman, I am here to collect my promised dance with your lovely wife. I would ask that you entertain Mrs. Littleton in our absence."
Linda said, "Artair, I made no such promise of a dance."
I had to speak then. I stood up and said, "I made the promise, wife. You owe this man at least one dance. You may have more if you both choose to do so." I looked at Artair and said, "I will be happy to occupy your lady while you collect your dance, Sir."
Linda rose to her feet and giggled. She stood on her toes to kiss my cheek. She smiled and said how wonderful of you. She took Artair by the hand and happily tugged him toward the floor. I thought, "That old man might get more than he bargained for."
I asked Laura if she would dance with me. She said, "I would love to, Sir."
I led her to the edge of the floor and took her into my arms. She danced well. She looked up into my eyes and said, "Artair has told me much about you. May I address you as Luke?"
I replied, "Absolutely, I assume I may call you Laura." She nodded and I continued, "What has Artair told you of me?"
She replied, "Nothing really bad but enough to make me want to meet you. He said that you are rich and a Laird in your own society. He also mentioned that you are something of a rake and that he thought I would enjoy your company."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I replied, "Define rake for me. I have never heard that word in my country but I have heard it used several times here."

She giggled much as Linda does. She answered, "It is not derogatory. It is used to describe a sweet man who enthusiastically pursues women and has been known to share his affections with more than a few of them. A rake is someone that a girl can have fun with but she should not fall in love with him." Most girls want at least one rake in their lives. She hesitated and then said, "Artair is a rake."
With some surprise in my voice, I said, "Yeah? Tell me about that."
She laughed a bit and then answered, "The young folks have a term, "Main Squeeze." Have you heard it?"
I answered, "Yes."
She continued, "I am not Artair's main squeeze. I know of two other women who spend time with him. There are probably more. One of those relationships is very old. I think they were married once. He brought me here tonight because I wanted to come and I think he believes me to be the most presentable of his harem. I am certainly the youngest."
I chuckled and asked, "How long have you been part of that exalted group?"
She snuggled in closer to me and said, "About two years now. My late husband passed about three years ago. He and I had been friends with Artair for a long time. One night I was feeling very low. I was feeling sorry for myself and needed to talk to someone. I chose Artair. I hadn't had sex since my husband's death. Over the next month or so, we became personally closer. Finally, you know. We became friends with benefits. Now I never say no when he calls and he has never refused me. We have time together now and then." She paused again and said, "I hope you understand."
I held her close and said, "Yes, I think I do understand." The music stopped.
I tried to move her back toward our table. She balked and said, "Stay with me for one more dance. Artair will deliver your lady back to the table and collect his dance with Michelin that he was promised."
I said, "Maybe you should dance with Bobby."
She answered, "I have danced with the Laird in the past. I would rather dance with you. Bobby will dance with your Linda." A new piece began and I pulled her back into my arms again. She snuggled very close this time. I enjoyed her touch. We danced quietly together.
I asked, "Are you kin to Eric Littleton?"
She replied, "Yes, he is my late husband's nephew. How do you know him?"
I decided to tell her a half-truth. I said, "I met him at one of Bobby's soccer games. I just noticed that you both carry the same surname." Bobby used the word rake when he told me about him. I didn't really know what that meant then."
She laughed and said, "The term certainly fits him." The music stopped again. She held me very close. I know that she had felt the monster move by then. She said, "I hope we get to be together again in the future."
I chuckled and asked, "Did I detect a subtle innuendo it that remark."
She giggled and replied in a whisper, "Was I too subtle? I thought I was screaming, LUKE, CALL ME." We started our walk back to the table. She said, "I slipped my telle number in your pocket a moment ago. Call me when you come to see Michelin's baby."
I chuckled and asked, "What would Artair say?" I wondered how much this girl knew about me.
She smiled and said, "We are not exclusive. I probably wouldn't tell him but I don't think he would care. I am sure that he knew I would want you before he arranged for us to dance together. Talk to him about me if you wish." I returned her to Artair at our table.
Linda hadn't danced with Bobby. They were sitting together. Michelin had just got back to the table. I asked her to dance. I had to take her into the dark. She wanted to be very naughty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. We made it last a long time and it became sloppy. I enjoyed her antics. I wanted to fuck her.
When we got back to the table I sat with Linda. One of Bobby's soccer players came and asked Michelin to dance. Bobby went off with his young date and Linda and I were alone. I took time to sip my drink and enjoy being with my wife. She wanted to be frisky too. Without taking it out she played with my cock and stuck her tongue in my ear. It had been very easy for me to get an erection all evening. Nothing had changed.
Linda asked in a low whisper, "Is it bedtime yet?"
I said, "No Baby, You haven't danced with Lancelot yet."
She answered, "I think I will." She stood up and walked away leaving me there with a hard-on. I watched her walk away. Her shape and her movements were unbelievable. The dress was doing its magic. I noticed that everyone was watching her.
Linda had already known where Lancelot was. She walked straight to him. He stood at her approach and they went to the floor together. I nursed my drink and watched them dance together. They were both very proper with each other. I didn't see anything naughty. At the end of that first dance, I saw them move into the dark and then through a door to an outside patio.
I noticed a young man bring a pretty young woman to the table where Lancelot had been seated. He seated her, whispered something to her and then walked away. She was very pretty. She was the prettiest girl in the room. I laughed to myself. I could make that remark. Linda was outside.
I knew this girl was Lancelot's sister. Bobby had told me I would know her when I saw her. She was wearing a dress cut similar to Linda's but it only had the long slit up her left leg. It was a very pale blue and fit her extremely well. Her hair was almost as blond as Linda's was. It was pulled back and braided in the center into one very thick loose braid. It looped around her neck to rest on her shoulder and hang down in front across one of her magnificent breasts.
I was walking toward her before I knew I had stood up. I approached her and fuck me if I wasn't the least bit tongue-tied.
She recognized my plight and honored me with her most beautiful smile. She said, "I am Anne, with a silent E. I would love to dance with you, Mr. Bowman.
I didn't even try to talk to her. I helped her from her seat. She tossed her braid back over her shoulder and it centered itself down the middle of her back. It hung to the point where her ass swelled away from the small of her back. I wondered what she would look like if I undid the braid. She walked ahead of me to the floor. That was a sight to see. I regained my composure. I thought I could talk to her now.
I took her into my arms but didn't draw her in close. We danced. I asked, "Why wasn't I introduced to you earlier, Anne with a silent E."
She answered, "I wanted you to have to seek me out. I wanted you to see me and wonder about me."
I said, "Your last name must be Littleton. You have to be Eric's sister. He told me that he would bring you here. He said that there was a chance we would enjoy meeting each other."
She commented, "I think he was right about that. I was envious of your wife during the first dance. The two of you are obviously in love."
I didn't follow that line. I said, "Laird Wilkinson told me that I would easily recognize you because you would be the prettiest girl in the room.
She asked, "Did the Laird also tell you that I was an ice princess?"
I decided to be discreet in answering this question. I replied, "He did say that your brother was rakish but you didn't share that trait. He led me to believe that you were not promiscuous by nature."
She laughed and said, "My brother is a rake and I do not consider myself to be a wanton trollop but the Laird called me an ice princess. Didn't he?"
I smiled and said, "Yes?"
She said, "Now you are here dancing with me anyway."
I said, "I always ask the prettiest girl in the room to dance."
She giggled like the little doll she was. She said I am not a virgin, Mr. Bowman. I have had more than one lover. There are men in this world that know that this ice princess can be very warm.
I said, "Please call me Luke." Then I said, "You are very direct and moving this conversation right along."
She said, "This is your last night in Scotland." Then she became very direct. She said, "My brother is trying to talk your wife into sleeping with him as we speak. Underneath it all, she wants it to happen. We have just met and you are thinking about trying to get in my pants. I am coming to the belief that I might want that to happen."
She snuggled in real close as we moved into a dark place. She said, "I think my brother told you that we have a history of finding dates for each other. He knows the kind of man that interests me. I think he made a good choice this time. My heart fluttered when you walked up to my table. I had been watching you. My heart had fluttered three or four times before that. There is not enough time to play games of pursuit. We should have met last week. This is your last night here.
I felt her move my hand to let it rest on her boob. She whispered, "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"
I had wanted to kiss her but couldn't convince myself she would go for it. Now she was asking for it. I put a fingertip under her chin and lifted her face up. I bent and kissed her. Her lips parted for me and I slipped my tongue inside to toy with hers.
I thought, "Shit. Cook must be putting something in their food or drink. Every woman I talk to wants to fuck me just because it's my last night in Scotland. When I get home, I'm going to get my jeweler buddy to make me a sign that says, "This is my last night in Scotland." I'm going to wear it all the time."
I thought, "Anne, with a silent E. She is the prettiest and youngest in the bunch. She is the one that has surprised me the most. I thought there was no chance with her. She is the one whose breast I am kneading. She has my tongue in her mouth." I thought, "Oh well, this has to be a dream. I might as well enjoy it. I'll wake up in a minute." It wasn't a dream. The music stopped.
Anne took me to the patio. She said, "Don't take me back yet."
The music started again but we didn't dance. We sat together on a low wall that bordered the pavement. She kissed me again. I realized this is the one that I had no chance at all with. If Linda chooses my room then Anne is out. That is what is going to happen. I knew Linda wouldn't renege on her promise. If she did and went home with Lancelot, Michelin would be in my bed. Anne would be outraged and she would never speak to me again.
Anne said, "Eric told me of your open marriage arrangement. He said that if you gave your wife a hall pass she could go home with him tonight. I could stay here with you." In a very small voice, she said, "Give her the pass, Luke."
I thought, "It has been fun but I had better bring her back to reality. I said, "Anne, I have already given her the pass. I wanted her to be free to make up her own mind about tonight. I am sure she will choose to sleep in my bed with me. You and I really don't have a chance to be together on this trip. It is just too late. Eric told me I would be impressed with you. He is damn sure right about that. I wanted to meet you and dance with you tonight so maybe we could have something more at another time."
Her lower lip jutted out into the pout position. Every pretty girl I ever knew played the pout card at one time or another. She seemed to understand. She asked me to take her back to her table. When we got there, she gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Promise to come dance with me once more before the night is over." I promised and made my way back to my table.
Bobby was there alone with a glass of Scotch in his hand. He said, "Michelin is off with one of the soccer boys and I haven't seen Linda. I think she is with Eric." He paused and then said, "Okay tell me. Did you have any luck with the ice princess?"
I said, "Yeah, she wanted me to take her to my room. I told her that I couldn't Linda would be sleeping there tonight."
He grinned and laughed aloud. He said, "Yeah, right." I just let it go. He handed me a glass of Crown over ice.
I hadn't seen Artair or his date since the beginning of the night. I ask after them and Bobby said, "I'm sure they left early. It is far past Artair's bedtime."
The music stopped about twenty minutes later. The announcer came over the speakers. He said, "We are going to take a short break from the dancing. There will be a short floorshow starting in ten minutes. Everyone find a drink and a place to be comfortable with someone who likes to be comfortable with you.
Lancelot and my Linda showed up at the table. Linda was bubbly. Lancelot excused himself saying he had been ignoring his friends at his table. He bent and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for giving her the card, Luke." He was gone.
I looked at Linda and said, "He just thanked me for giving you the hall pass."
She giggled and said, "Yeah, I used it."
I had such a sinking feeling in my stomach.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Lancelot and my Linda showed up at the table a couple minutes later. Linda was bubbly. Lancelot excused himself saying he had been ignoring his friends at his table. He bent and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for giving her the card, Luke." He was gone.

I looked at Linda and said, "He just thanked me for giving you the hall pass."
She giggled and said, "Yeah, I used it."
I had such a sinking feeling in my stomach. I felt betrayed. In all our years together, Linda had never made me feel betrayed.
I asked, "When, where?"
She replied, "Just now, out on the patio."
Muscles tightened all over my body. I thought, "Even if she goes to my room, the night is ruined."
She looked at my face and saw the turmoil in my mind. A look of deep regret passed over her face. She realized that she had inadvertently led me to a very wrong conclusion. She reached out and touched my lips with her fingers. She said, "I showed him the pass, Luke. That is how I used it. I wanted him to know it was me telling him no, not you." Relief washed over me like a cleansing tide. I captured her small hand in mine and kissed her fingers. The adrenaline in my bloodstream began to dissipate and my tense nerves settled in the next minutes.
She said, "He is elated that I have the pass. I told him explicitly no but he doesn't hear that word often. He thinks he still has a chance. This is our night, Luke. She came to me and held me while I calmed myself. I felt ashamed for what I had thought.
Bobby handed her a glass of wine. "He said, "Linda, I advised Luke to give you the hall pass. He told me this morning that you wouldn't use it. I told him you needed it if he wanted you to have a free choice. I'm glad you chose the way you did. I would have felt like shit if you had gone the other way. I become jealous every time I see you look at Eric." He had generated some emotion in her. Her green eyes sparkled brightly through the new mist in them.
She took Bobby's hand and squeezed it. She said, "If I was going to sleep with anyone other than Luke tonight, it would be you, Bobby."
Michelin and her young dance partner came back to the table. She kissed his cheek and thanked him for the dance. He bowed to Bobby and went away. Michelin sat down with Bobby.
Suddenly bagpipes filled the room with sound. It's hard for me to think of that sound as music. Three tall straight young girls in Highlander dress appeared on the dance floor. The pipes played and the girls danced.
I took Linda and walked to a large plush chair that had been moved closer to the wall and into the shadows. I sat in the chair and pulled her down on my lap. We made ourselves comfortable and sipped our drinks. We watched the dancers. The music changed and another group of dancers appeared. The dance was different. This happened several times.
I enjoyed the dancers but I had found the high slit in Linda's dress. Her skin beneath was warm and smooth. I touched her button. She moaned in my ear and squirmed in my lap. She said, "Oh Luke."
Bobby later told me that we had been treated to four different dances. They were the reel, the jig, the strathspey and the waltz. I only recognized the waltz but they were all beautiful to watch. Truthfully, I missed some of the show. Linda and I were making out some.
After the show, the music was Scottish country. Country-dance was the order for the next hour or so. There was no way Linda or I could participate. Bobby and Micheline danced three different times. They danced well together.
The country dancing ended. I asked Bobby to find an appropriate recording of Texas country. Linda and I demonstrated the good-ole Texas two-step. We were alone on the dance floor for a minute and then Bobby and Michelin joined us. Bobby had spent two years in Texas. He knew how to two-step. He had evidently taught Michelin. We weren't as impressive as the dancers we had just seen but everyone cheered for us.
The night wore on and around one in the morning, people began to come by our table to bid us goodnight and to thank Bobby and Michelin for the party.
I asked when the party would be over. Bobby answered, "It is over now. A few of our guest will stretch it out as long as they can but I have told the announcer to call the last dance at two."
I said, "I promised to dance with Anne once more. I had better go do it."
Linda said, "I promised Lancelot another dance too. He hasn't yet taken no for an answer. He thinks I might still change my mind and go home with him." She looked at me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Luke. He might help to build a fire in me but it will be yours to put out." I saw her finger the necklace around her neck. She pulled it out from under the fabric of her dress and kissed it. She smiled at me and said, "I always have this to remind me of the man who truly loves me."
I helped her from her seat and we went to Lancelot's table. Lancelot rose to his feet as we approached. I said, "Laird Littleton, my wife has informed me that she has promised you another turn on the floor. Please return her to me before the last dance. I reserve that dance for myself."
He answered, "So shall it be Mr. Bowman. I thank you for your indulgence." He bowed to Linda and took her hand. They walked away together.
I turned to his sister and said, "Miss Littleton, It would be my honor if you would favor me with a dance."
She smiled and offered her hand. I helped her rise and we proceeded to the floor. I held her and we danced in silence for a moment. She cuddled in close and laid her head on my chest. In her small voice, she said, "Luke, please forgive me for being so forward. I have only now come to realize the significance of this night and this party for you and Linda. I was a fool to think I could butt in."
I squeezed her closer and answered, "There is no forgiveness necessary. I was swept off my feet by your presence. I was unable to communicate with you properly. I hope that our interactions of this night will not hinder the further development of our relationship. I want us to become very special in each other's eyes and hearts."
She said, "Oh Luke. Nothing will stop me from pursuing this relationship."
I thought that was enough conversation. We had agreed to take this up again at some time in the future. That was enough to make me happy. I had been afraid that she would never want to talk to me again.
Anne wanted to talk. She said, "I want you to know me better before you leave. Please don't let my actions tonight make you think of me as a tart or a trollop. I am of twenty-six years and have had three lovers. I was monogamous with each of them for the period of our relationship. I have never been sexually involved with anyone that I had known for less than several months." I have no excuse for the slutty way that I acted tonight, except that I thought it would be now or never. I can't stand the thought of missing the only chance that I might have to be with you.
I think I fell in love with you before I came here. Eric's description of you made me feel as if I was about to meet the man I had always dreamed of. While you were having that first dance with your wife tonight, I realized how understated his description had been. Even now I am Jealous of her."
I said, "That is enough Anne. I would never think of you as a tart. The attraction that you feel is a two-way street. Just let me hold you and enjoy being with you. We will take this up from here at another time."
She replied, "Since I am already in this deep, may I make one more trashy remark?"
I chuckled and said, "Certainly if you wish."
I saw her blush even in the dim light. She giggled and whispered, "At another time, I intend to give my body to you. I will be very aggressive and it will be the best sex you have ever enjoyed."
I wanted to shut her up so I stuck my tongue in her mouth. That worked. My hand found its way and I fondled her breast. The monster became very hard very quickly. She felt him rise against her belly. She captured him and held him in her hand while we kissed. The music stopped.
We stood together quietly in the dark and took a moment to recover. I saw Linda and Lancelot slip through the door to an outside patio. The next musical piece began.
I took Anne's hand and led her to the French doors that led outside. I could see Linda and Lancelot through the glass. They were not dancing but sitting at a small round metal table. Nothing naughty was going on. They were holding hands. They appeared to be talking and enjoying each other. I took Anne through the door.
There was no one else about. Anne came into my arms and we began to sway gently in time with the music. Linda looked up and saw us. She motioned for us to join them.
We approached the table and Lancelot rose to greet us. He asked us to sit. He said, "Mr. Bowman, I have a heartfelt apology for you and your Lady.
I said, "Address me as Luke. I will call you Eric."
He replied, "Oh good. That will make what I have to say so much easier." Anne giggled under her breath. She was enjoying her brother's distress.
I intended to let him off easily but I let him squirm on the hook for the time he took to collect his thoughts. I let him begin.
He said, "Linda has finally made me understand how special this trip and especially this party have been for you. Her commitment to you is unshakeable. There is no way I could possibly compete with something as powerful as that. I have been such an ass for trying." He only paused long enough to catch his breath. He said, "Please forgive my arrogance and stupidity in..." I held up my hand and stopped him mid-sentence.
I said, "Eric, it is my belief that the four of us want something to come of this relationship. That can't happen tonight. This is a special night for Linda and me." I paused and then continued, "I hope it does happen at another time. I think that Linda and I will come back here a few months after Michelin's baby is born. We both want to meet the child. I think that the four of us should meet and take up this discussion at that time." I went on, "I think we should meet privately away from Wilkinson Manor."
Eric asked, "Where shall we meet?"
Anne giggled and put in her thoughts. She said, "I think Paris would be nice." I smiled at her.
Eric asked, "Luke, if I were to make it to Texas, would I be welcomed in your home?"
Before I could answer, Anne, said, "If we make it to Texas..."
I made a gesture to give the question over to Linda. Linda giggled and said, "Possibly."
Eric said in a strained voice, "Damn it, Linda. Is it possible for me to get any kind of a commitment out of you?"
Linda smiled and a second later, Lancelot broke up in laughter. We all laughed with him.
Bobby and Michelin came through the door. They came to sit with us but before anything was said, the announcer came online and announced the last dance.
Linda said, "This is the last dance. This is our dance, Luke."
Bobby said, "Wait, Linda. I will see that there is one more dance. I haven't danced with you tonight. Dance with me."
I took Anne back into my arms.
Eric took Michelin's hand and said, "By process of elimination and the circumstances of fate, I will finally fulfill my dream of dancing with you sweet Michelin."
I looked at Bobby. He shook his head but took Linda away from the table. We all danced.
I whispered in Anne's ear a bit of naughtiness. I said, "At another time, I intend to eat your pussy. I will be very aggressive and you will beg for mercy."
She giggled and said, "Kiss me, Luke. I want the others to see." I kissed her.
The music ended. Bobby stepped inside and signaled the announcer who was also the DJ to play one more tune. He came over the speaker and said, "By popular demand, there will be a second last dance tonight." The new piece began a few seconds later.
Anne kissed my lips briefly and said goodbye. Linda filled my arms perfectly, as she does. Eric returned Michelin to Bobby and took his sister by the hand. He paused in front of me and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. He said, "Luke I have two sisters here tonight. Why did you choose the ugly one?" Everyone laughed.
Anne struck her brother on the chest playfully. She said, "Luke he has only one sister." There was a short pause. She curtsied and said, "I am the pretty one." We all had another laugh.
Eric and Anne, with a silent E, left through the French doors. The rest of us had our second last dance.
I whispered in Linda's ear, "I am a bit tired. If we make love all night, it will be a long night."
She giggled for me. She said, "I promised you one of my damn fine I'm-Going-to-Love-You-Forever, fucks. If you remember, I do all the work. All you have to do is be there."
We agreed to meet Bobby and Michelin for breakfast at eleven the next morning. We had to leave for Edinburgh by one. We stopped by the food bar on the way out and filled two plates with munchies to take with us. I carried the food and let Linda precede me as we walked to our room. She could open doors for me and I was able to watch her body move under the fabric of her magic dress. I was glad the party was over. I was ready to move on to better things.
We closed the door to our room and I sat the food on the small table. Linda bounced into my arms. She said, "You forgot your jacket. You had better go back and get it."
I said, "It will be there in the morning. I want to take your clothes off and snuggle close to you in that bed over there."
Butler had taken care of us again. The air conditioner was running and it was cold enough to hang meat in the room. I thought, "The warm bed will feel good." I turned the electric lights off. Butler had done another minor service for us. All the candles were burning.
Linda made a dance of helping me undress and play at the same time. I was down to my socks when she stepped out of her shoes and let her dress fall to the floor. It seemed to disappear from around her in a cascade of white and barely visible shades of pink and red. It was magic.
She was naked except for her necklace. I could have hurt myself. I was trying to maintain my balance on one foot while I removed my other sock and watched her at the same time. I had to save myself from falling twice. Linda was laughing at me when I grabbed her and laid her down on the bed. I let her bear most of my weight and put my tongue in her mouth to stifle her laughter.
We hadn't had sex in two days. I knew that her I'm-Going-to-Love-You-Forever routine wasn't going to work. We were about to have a quickie. She knew it too. I thought, "We'll see what happens next."
I tried to make a plan. I knew that I couldn't maintain control for long but I wanted to last as long as I could for her. I thought, "I can give her two good ones if I make the first one happen with my tongue and then give her a good doggy fuck. That is always her favorite quickie position. She cums hard that way.
While we were still kissing, I slipped my middle finger inside her. She was very wet already. She was very close to the edge. Her body was humming like the low string on a bass guitar. I thought, "Somebody built a fire in her belly."
I tried hard to slow the process down. I broke our kiss and centered my attention on her pretty titties. I licked and sucked them while I massaged them. I kept her near the edge even as I tried to move myself away from it. I was going to lose it much too soon If I couldn't control myself at least a little. I tickled her clit and her whole body began to squirm under me. Her whimpers and coos pushed me even closer to the edge.
I had to take my mind off Linda. I picture of Artair's girlfriend, Laura, passed through my mind. I thought, "Of my options tonight, she would be my last choice. Age was part of the reason for that. She must be older than me. She was nice to look at and shaped well. Artair has good taste." I went on with my musing. "The proper amount of enthusiasm raises a girl's place on the desirability scale by at least one order of magnitude. She was very enthusiastic." I whispered to myself, "Hell Luke, you know you would fuck her."
I realized that I had stepped away from the edge. Linda was begging me to fuck her.
She said, "That's enough Luke. I want your cock inside me. Fuck me, Luke."
I ignored her request, as I sometimes do. I buried my face in her sweet strawberry flavored pussy. Her legs locked me in place and she fucked me hard. Her orgasm happened suddenly and she bucked violently. I thought I heard her say Lancelot but I wasn't sure. Her thighs had covered my ears. I've been there before. I love it. I was near the edge again. I helped her cum as much as I could. Her orgasm reached its peak.
I didn't let her come down. I gave her my release me signal. I started her toward her doggy position and she helped as soon as she understood what I had in mind. I stuffed the monster inside her. I was not in control anymore. The monster takes over sometimes. She accepted him and she uttered sweet fulfillment noises. She flopped her upper body down on the bed and buried her head in the down pillow in front of her.
She slipped away to that private place in her mind where she goes when I fuck her this way. When she goes there, it always has a calming effect on me. I was back in control.
I was kneeling behind her. I held her hips in place with both hands and fucked her slowly with long deep strokes. She was gone longer than usual this time. I got the impression that she was sorting something out in her mind. I just fucked her slowly and waited for her to return. Several minutes must have passed. She spoke to me in a conversational voice. She said, "Fuck me hard Luke. Cum with me. Don't try to hold anything back. I have something special for you later.
I fucked her very hard. I was withdrawing and then slamming my cock back to her depths. We both lost it. She rose to an all fours position and screamed. A two day supply of cum erupted from my body at the same time. We fucked each other until her knees slipped from under her and we collapsed together onto the bed. I was on top of her and she made me understand that she wanted me to stay there and rest my weight on her. She is very small and I weigh about two-twenty. My weight doesn't seem to bother her.
My cock was still inside her. Her kegel muscles would squeeze and hold him every few seconds. Her pussy was sucking the last drops of my juices from me.
Soon I lost my erection. I rolled off her and she snuggled up close to me. We needed a few minutes to catch our breath. As quickies go, that had been a very good one.
She said, "I'm hungry." She jumped out of bed like the little pixie that she is. She brought one of the plates of food back to the bed and handed it to me. She said, "Hold this." She went into the bathroom for a few minutes. I heard her tinkle and then wash. She then came back out with two face towels. I took my turn in the bathroom.
On my return, she checked our cooler and said, "We have water, Coke, wine and there is whisky here somewhere." We both opted for water.
We made ourselves comfortable sitting in the bed. I smelled strawberries. I looked at the plate. There were no strawberries. We had several small biscuits with sausage, small pieces of cheese, gbangs, several other fruits, some melon cubes, and a few crackers. I realized that I was hungry. I ate two of the sausage biscuits and then Linda started feeding me bits of fruit.
She was playing me. She was giving me some recovery time and keeping me awake at the same time. It would be easy for me to sleep. I was tired and she had just drained my energy reserve.
I asked, "What is it that you have for me later? What could be more special than what we just shared?"
I saw her steal a glance at the clock. She giggled and leaned in close enough to kiss the tip of my nose. She said, "We have a few minutes. You need to relax and recover your strength." She giggled again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I looked at the clock. It was three-twenty. I thought, "She has something planned and she knows what time it's going to happen." I let it go. She was so bright and bubbly in the flickering candlelight. I just enjoyed being with her. I was thinking of a way to make her cum one more time before we slept.

At exactly three-thirty, there was a soft tapping at our door. I thought of Edgar Allen Poe, "Someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
Linda quickly put our food back on the table and jumped back into bed. She covered herself and said, "Well, answer the door, Luke." I grabbed a robe and went to the door. I cracked the massive door open and asked, "Who is it?"
I recognized Michelins sweet accent. She said, "It's me."
I opened the door just a bit and then enough for her to enter. She looked at me and smiled. She said, "Bobby sent me here. He said I would be welcomed. I want to sleep in the middle."
I looked at Linda. She was sitting in the middle of the bed. The covers had fallen away and her boobs were on full display now. Her smile was radiant. She said, "We have ignored this poor girl all week and Bobby told me he needed the night off." I understood. Either Linda had invited her here or Bobby had set this up during his dance with Linda. Either way, I liked the idea.
I reached out, pulled the tie on Michelin's robe and opened it. I reached inside with both my arms and encircled her naked body. I drew her close and kissed her. I thought she was going to swoon. She melted against me and said, "Oh Luke." I love it when a woman reacts to me that way. The monster loves it too. He began to swell. I knew I wouldn't need much more recovery time.
Michelin shrugged the robe from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. The candlelight enhanced the image of this already beautiful woman. For a second or two, I believed I was dreaming. I was afraid I would wake.
Suddenly Linda moved between us. She put her hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back a step. She said, "Make yourself a drink and sit there." She pointed to a stuffed chair positioned a few feet from the bed. She went on, "I want her first."
Linda turned to face Michelin and they kissed. It was unbelievable what the candlelight did for that picture. I stumbled away. It was very difficult to drag the monster with me. He was in no mood to leave them. I found my bottle and a glass. I snitched a couple pieces of ice from the cooler and made myself a double. I did all that without ever taking my eyes off the girls.
By now, the covers on the bed had been cast aside. Michelin was on her back and pressed so far into the down she was almost out of sight. Linda lay on top of her and they were kissing. They were also touching and stroking and feeling of each other in the most appropriate places. I found a proper vantage point. I saw Linda slide two of her fingers inside Michelin's pussy. Michelin responded by cooing and she began fucking Linda's hand.
Linda changed positions and bathed Michelin's nipples and breasts with her mouth. The monster was in a state of raging anticipation now. I told him he had to wait.
Linda's next movement put her in a position where she could tickle Michelins love button with her tongue. Mini-orgasms were flowing through Michelin's body. She visibly jerked each time one hit her. I saw her have five. Linda sucked the clit into her mouth and her fingers must have been touching the sweet spot. Michelin screamed, "YES, YES, OH GOD YES, ye-e-e-s-s-s-s-s." I saw her reach her peak and then start down. Linda kept up her efforts.
Michelin pulled Linda's face deeper into her crotch and screamed, "Oh LINDA, MY DARLING LINDA. EAT ME. EAT MY POOR PUSSY. DON'T EVER STOP. I'M CUMMING AGAIN." She bucked violently into Linda's face and her vocalizations became low moans of pleasure as she came down from her high a second time. Linda kept eating her until she was relaxed and lying quietly. By the clock, only thirteen minutes had passed.
I wanted to stroke my cock but I was afraid. I was very excited. I would have lost it.
Linda motioned for me to join them. We sandwiched Michelin between us and held her while her breathing and heart rate came down closer to normal.
The cold air from the air conditioner carried her heat away and soon I felt Linda pull the covers over us about halfway.
At length, Linda whispered, "I want to go to Bobby."
I asked, "What?"
She said, "I want to go to Bobby's room."
Michelin said, "No Linda. Stay here with us. Bobby is asleep and he does need to rest. He is older than we are. Stay here. You will have more fun here with us.
Linda said, "Bobby touched my soul tonight when he said he was upset because I looked at Lancelot. That really moved me. I want to be near him before we go home. It will be too late by morning. Maybe he will cuddle with me. That will be enough."
Michelin remained quiet. Linda's comment had swayed her.
Linda asked, "May I go, Luke. I know the two of you want some time alone. I have seen the want in both of you all this week."
I was moved by what she had said. I didn't want to overthink the situation. I just said, "Yes."
Linda eased out of our bed and took the time to quickly shower and make herself sparkly for Bobby. Michelin snuggled close to me and we just lay there holding each other. I absent-mindedly toyed with her breasts.
I asked, "Do you remember our first night together?"
She answered, "Oh God yes. I remember the cold room and the warm bed. I remember the sound of rain on our windowpane. Most of all, I remember the first time you opened me and found your way inside me. I was so hot for you that my first orgasm with you started before your penetration was complete. I was embarrassed and tried to hide it."
I replied, "You weren't very successful."
She giggled and said, "I know. You were very successful as I remember. You gave me five orgasms that night."
She paused a few seconds and then said, "I know Linda must have tried to fuck you silly before I got here. That's why Bobby told me not to be here before three-thirty. I hope you have something left for me."
I put her hand on the monster. He stood at full attention. I said, "Linda got the easy one. You will get the best one."
She slid down in the bed and kissed the monster before she took him in her mouth. She sucked and licked him for a minute. The monster easily slid down her throat once before I stopped her. She came up and nestled into my shoulder. She was breathing hard. She had been holding her breath.
She said, "You taste of Linda. I love strawberries."
Linda came out of the bath wearing her robe and house shoes. She moved around the room gathering the things she would need for the morning. Butler or one of his people had laid out her clothes for tomorrow. When she had everything she came to me."
Linda asked, "Is it okay, Luke?"
I said, "Yes Baby. I am fine with it."
She kissed me deeply and said, "Thank you." She thanked Michelin and kissed her too.
Michelin said, "You won't have to wake him. His door is not locked, because I didn't have a key when I left. Bobby was already asleep." She continued, "You can set the latch once you are inside if you want."
As soon as Linda was gone, I rolled on top of Michelin. I dry fucked her for a minute while we kissed. She was excited and could feel her fluids escaping their confinement. I held and gently squeezed her breast but I moved to her center and sucked her clit into my mouth. The scent of orange blossoms filled my nostrils. Memories of that sweet smell flooded over me. The monster responded very well.
Her body jerked and shuddered as her first mini jolted her with pleasure. She whimpered and pulled me deeper into her vee. She held me there and her body rolled and pitched slightly as she fucked my face. I helped her cum. She said, "M-m-m-m-m. She was not as loud as she had been with Linda.
I remembered how easily she cums for me. Some of the naked lust I was feeling for her was being tempered in my mind. I was to the point where I just wanted to give her pleasure. My body was apologizing for ignoring her all week. Her slightest whimper was like a command to me. I helped her cum again. Her body was making up for lost time. She bucked into my face with jerky movements. She was a little bit out of control. She made whimpering sounds. They excited me and drew my best efforts.
She stopped thrusting but held me in place. I could breathe easily enough so I was willing to suck and lick her as long as she wanted.
The monster was in a different mood. His lust for her had not waned. In my mind, he demanded that his part in this play be enacted. I had no way to resist his demands. After all, they came of my need for her.
I finally crawled up her body and lay on top of her. I kissed her. My face was wet with pussy juice but she seemed not to notice or care. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and moaned. I felt her spread herself some. She arched her back and made her orange blossom scented pussy available to me. It was as if she was welcoming me.
I broke our kiss and raised myself high enough that I could focus on her eyes. Her eyes were open. She was staring into my soul. I held the monster in one hand and helped him find her entrance. She opened easily for me and I pushed his head past her portal. Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes widened slightly for a second. She maintained her focus and her silence.
I took a lot of time and very slowly filled her with a very hard cock. The monster was truly ready to do his part. She lay there quietly and stared into my eyes. Her mouth formed an O. Her eyes dilated but that might have been because of the dim light. I touched her cervix and paused. I was not completely inside her.
She whispered, "I want it all."
I withdrew and then pushed quickly and with some force. I bumped her cervix hard. It seemed to move aside and suddenly my penetration was complete. I was as deep in her as I had the length to go. She made a gurgling sound.
Her legs wrapped around me and held me in place. She whispered, "Oh Luke, don't move. I feel so full. Let me hold you here for a moment. You are always bigger, longer and harder than Bobby is. I have been dreaming of this. I want you to fuck me hard. Make my little pussy sore like you did the last time. You won't injure me but I need you to hurt me.
She was talking too much. I stuffed my tongue in her mouth to shut her up. She relaxed her hold on me and I fucked her hard. I fucked her very hard. I knew I was hurting her. I didn't care, she had asked for it. I fucked her hard right through her third orgasm. It only took a minute or two. She cums so easily for me. I successfully held myself in check.
I was already planning her next orgasm. I wanted to give her some time and let her calm down. I wanted to start completely over with her and take her even higher. I wanted to hurt her a little bit and I wanted to make her very sore. Those thoughts scared me. I didn't usually have thoughts like that.
We spooned. I held her that way until we cooled off. The raggedness in her breath had subsided and her proper heart rhythm had returned. I thought she might fall asleep. I wasn't ready for that. I rubbed the monster against her ass. He was still at ninety percent and in a holding pattern.
She wiggled her butt against him and asked, "Would you like to bugger me?" We have talked of this before and I know she enjoys giving herself to Bobby that way occasionally.
I answered her. I said, "I'm not into that Michelin."
She let out a long breath that she had been holding. She turned over in my arms and pressed her still wet pussy against the monster. She said, "I know but I keep hoping that you will come around." She held the monster in her hand and stroked him gently. She giggled and said, "It's okay. You have other redeeming qualities." She kissed my lips softly and then tried to squirm out of my arms.
I held her in place. She whispered, "I have to get up." I let her go. She went to the bathroom and shut the door. With the door closed, you can't hear what's going on. The walls are of stone and thick. The doors are massive and made from oak. They look like they belong in a castle somewhere.
She returned about ten minutes later with a warm wet cloth and a towel. She proceeded to bathe me in the bed. She seemed to enjoy her endeavor so I let her do it. I damn sure enjoyed it.
We sat naked in the bed and fed each other from one of the fruit plates. We shared a Coke. I thought about stuffing her pussy full of gbangs and melon chunks. I wanted to fish them out with my tongue.
In a moment and without warning I asked, "Do you really enjoy being buggered?"
She said, "That word doesn't fit well in your mouth. Does it?"
I chuckled and said, "When I say that word, I am thinking butt fucking."
She giggled and asked, "Do you want me to tell you my true feelings on the subject?"
I nodded.
She said, "I have never had an American lover before. I know that buggery is not practiced there as prevalently as it is here. I understand that it is most often thought of as an interaction between homosexual men in your country. Bobby is the only man who has had me that way. You are the only lover that I have ever had that didn't want me that way. I think of it as a normal sex act with Bobby. It is a way for me to show my submission to his wants. I love him." She paused and then said, "I do enjoy it. I enjoy it very much and I would like to do it with you."
I didn't respond.
She waited and then said, "Linda wants you to bugger her."
I said, "I know."
She said, "I know you put women on a pedestal, Luke. You believe that we should always be clean and sparkly." A second later she said, "We really like to be very nasty sometimes." She giggled. We let the subject drop.
I put the plate aside and asked, "What shall we do now my special friend with benefits." I was trying to lighten the conversation.
She giggled and asked, "Is that the way you think of me? I am proud to be your special friend but I think of you and me as more than that. We are illicit lovers who should be hiding in the dark. I never thought I could have an open marriage and a relationship like the one we have. The relationship is special. I want to be your illicit lover. I want you to be my rake."
I asked, "What shall we do now my illicit lover. We have candlelight but we can hide in the dark under the covers if you like."
She giggled. I love the music of her accented giggles. She asked, "Am I still to be truthful?"
I said, "Only as truthful as you want."
She looked down at the bed and then up into my eyes. She blushed. She said, "This would be a good time for me to pay my debt." She could have let it go at that. I knew what she meant. She really likes to talk. She continued, "I want to suck your cock. I want to lick it, suck it and play with your balls until you are as hard as iron. Then I want you to throat fuck me until you lose control and give me all your cum. You taught me how to do that. I want to show how good I have become and I want to do it right now." Her use of dirty language is something special between us. She would never let anyone else hear her speak that way.
I said, "I have thought about that. I would like to save that until we are in the shower tomorrow morning. That will be the most beautiful last memory of this trip for me to take home." I stood and started for the bathroom. I said over my shoulder. "Wait for me. I have a better idea."
I took a leak and tried not to think about what was about to happen. I took a couple minutes to wash my face and hands. I had made the decision. Now, I was going to carry it out. I returned to the bed with a bottle of liquid soap. Bobby had told me that lubrication was the key.
I manhandled Michelin into position and worked a bunch of the soap into the star-shaped pucker of her bunghole."
She said, "I haven't prepared myself, Luke."
I replied, "We are about to be very nasty. We don't have a condom. I'm probably going to get some shit on my stick."
She became quiet and let me have my way. I lubed the monster with a good glob of the soap until it was dripping off him like honey drips from a spoon. I guided his head to her rosebud and pushed. She helped. She relaxed and pushed back. She had done this before. The head of my cock popped in. It had passed easily through the tight ring of her sphincter muscle. I paused there. It was a weird feeling for me. My cock had never experienced anything so tight.
Michelin was humping back against me. She was trying to get more of me inside her. I liked her enthusiasm. I helped and another inch of my shaft disappeared. She said, "I can take it all, Luke. Go slowly until you're in all the way. Then if you fuck me hard I will cum for you."
I shoved a bit harder. Michelin was on all fours. She offered some resistance to my thrust and the monster slid right in, to the hilt. I followed instinct. I pulled some of the way out and stroked her slowly four or five times. I was in a very tight place but I had made her very slippery.
Michelin said, "Yes Luke. You can go faster now. Fuck me harder."
I did as she asked. In another minute, I had lost all inhibition. I was fucking her for my own reward now. I was approaching the edge quickly. I knew I couldn't control myself. I gave up the will to control myself. I fucked her harder.
She lifted her right hand from the mattress and stuffed two of her fingers into her pussy. They seemed to touch my cock. She was finger fucking herself and madly rubbing her clit. She screamed, "Hurt me, Luke." I lost it. I consciously tried not to hurt her but I was feeling no real resistance inside her so I fucked her hard enough to get to where I wanted to be.
I came hard. Michelin came with me when I fell over the edge. Linda had emptied me only an hour earlier so my spasms were mostly dry. Still, they were very powerful. I was highly excited. My cock throbbed mightily inside her.
We went mystical. This had never happened with any woman except Linda. Linda and I together had gone mystical with Barbara Porter during a threesome once.
This time it only lasted a few seconds. Michelin and I were together, holding hands. We were watching ourselves from somewhere up high. My cock was pounding in and out of her ass. Michelin said, "I won't tell Linda until you take her this way."
It was over. Michelin collapsed under me. I pulled my dick out of her ass and rolled to my back. I checked. There was a bit of shit on my stick. I found it funny for some reason. I thought, "You nasty son-of-a-bitch."
I retrieved the wet cloth and towel from earlier and cleaned myself as best I could. The residual soap started to foam. That really struck my funny bone. Even the monster was laughing but not out loud.
I rose to my elbow and looked at the motionless woman beside me. Her asshole was gaping open. I had never seen anything like that. I didn't see any shit but I tried to wipe some of the soap off her anyway.
I heard her giggle. She said, "Damn Luke. You really did get nasty." A moment later she said, "Give me a few minutes then come to wash my back. She slipped out of my bed.
We busied ourselves with the mechanics of bathing each other. There was no hanky-panky and very little conversation. I think she was in a mild state of shock. I know I was. She paid special attention to the monster and cleaned him very well. That was embarrassing for me. I could have described my cock as soft, flaccid, limp, used-up or impotent. Seeing it lie in the hands of this beautiful woman in this condition of helplessness is something no man should have to endure.
I took her back to bed and pulled her into a spoon. She was quiet and felt stiff my arms. I was quiet too. There was no talk. After a few minutes, I started to feel silly about the situation. I would have made some sort of wisecrack but Michelin broke the ice first.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I felt her become completely relaxed in my arms. She snuggled closer to me and I heard her sweet giggle. She said, "Well, did you enjoy buggering me? Is that the way you treat all your illicit lovers?"

I already had a response in mind. I remembered a line that I had used on other first time occasions. I paused and then said, "I'm going to want to do that again."
We both cracked up. She let me draw her nearer and hold her tighter. We made ourselves very comfortable together. I felt her fall asleep just before I did.
I came awake to a room flooded with morning light. I was on my back and Micheline was lying close to me. She was facing me and had one of her shapely legs thrown over me. I conjured up memories of the happenings last night. There was still some mystery left over from the party.
Why was Linda so indifferent to Lancelot? She has been excited about him for a long time. I wondered about Laura's proposition. Was that my fault? Did I do something to instigate that? I resolved to ask Uncle Artair about that. She had said I could talk to him if I wanted. A picture of Anne blossomed like a flower in my mind's eye. If memory served, I promised to meet her in Paris and eat her pussy until she begged for mercy. I thought, "I could do that."
Michelin stirred beside me and brought my attention to her. I thought I knew how my encounter with her was instigated. Linda had gone to be near Bobby. I know Linda. I understand how that happened. Bobby was feeling some insecurity about his age and about his place in our relationship. Linda felt the need to reassure and comfort him. That is as it should be.
I looked at the clock. We had two and a half hours before we had to meet Linda and Bobby for a late breakfast. Two hours after that, we had to leave for Edinburgh.
I thought, "How in the world did Michelin talk me into butt fucking her? I wasn't drunk." The monster moved. I moved my hand to feel of him. He was semi hard.
I needed to pee. I slipped out from under Michelin's leg and then out of bed. I went to the john and took a leak then washed my hands and face. I took the time to brush my teeth and felt of my beard. Twenty hours of growth had made me rough. I thought about shaving but opted against it. Michelin likes me rough.
When I got back to the bed, Michelin had kicked the covers part way off her. I couldn't help myself. I took a sneaky peak at her bottom. Her rosebud had closed up to be the little puckered star that it had been before. That took away some of my trepidation. I had been afraid I might have hurt her.
Then something else grabbed my attention. I might have just been my vantage point but I thought I could see the beginnings of her baby bump. Just for a second, I wished that she was carrying my child. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.
I tried to lie down with her without waking her. It didn't happen. Her eyes fluttered open. She rolled to her back and stretched while she tried to stifle a yawn. The room was too cool for her to be uncovered. She rolled back toward me and threw her leg and an arm over me. She snuggled in close for warmth and said, "M-m-m-m-m." I pulled the covers over us. The monster came awake.
A minute later, she brushed my hand from her boob and said, "Wait, Luke. I need to tinkle." She escaped quickly. I watched her hurry away. The monster came to a greater state of awareness. She was gone for a long time, maybe ten minutes. Well, it seemed like a long time.
She came hurrying back. She was sporting goosebumps. She said, "Cold," and tried to crawl under me.
I helped by pressing her into the down mattress and lying on top of her. She warmed quickly. She opened her legs for me and I let the monster settle to lie in her groove. He was becoming more and more aroused. I kissed her. She locked her arms around my neck and drew me down closer. Her lips parted for me. She tasted like peppermint toothpaste.
She broke the kiss and tried to talk. I rose up to look in her face. She said, "We have been here before. Haven't we?" She was having a deja vu experience.
I chuckled.
She said, "Fuck my little sore pussy, Luke." She was exercising her privilege of using dirty words again. Bobby doesn't allow her to do that.
I let the fully aroused monster find his way into her little sore pussy. I fucked her easily for a long time. A half hour must have passed. We had tried several positions but we were back to missionary now. I felt her excitement begin to rise. We had been enjoying a slow easy screw. I knew that was about to change.
She would gasp for breath and her body would jerk. Her body was experiencing short quick stabs of pleasure from her mini orgasms. I tried to help her. A couple minutes later, a big one erupted from deep in her pregnant belly. She made soft sweet love sounds while she enjoyed it. I fucked her gently and came with her. My orgasm was like what I share with Linda when we make soft sweet love. Sex with Michelin is very nice, no matter how you do it.
I took a quick peek at the clock. I said, "We still have some cuddle time before we have to get up."
Michelin snuggled close to me and said, "Oh Luke, I don't want this to end."
I said, "Go home with me."
She looked up at me in surprise and replied, "Oh I can't. I must stay here with Bobby. I love him. I am having his baby." The way we use language is different. It is enough that she can't tell when I am kidding.
I said, "Okay. I will be disappointed."
She caught on and said, "Oh Luke." She snuggled back down close to me and we held each other. In a moment she asked, "Are you going to sleep with Anne?"
I answered with a question, "Would that upset you?"
She replied, "I saw you kiss her last night. It did upset me. I was jealous."
I knew right then that I would never have Anne in my bed. I answered, "No. The chances are I will never see her again. I enjoyed dancing with her and holding her close. She enjoyed being with me too. The kiss was just a thank you that passed between us."
Michelin snuggled closer and said, "I want a thank you to pass between us." She kissed me. She said, "It should be none of my business. I'm sorry I feel that way, Luke. I can't help it."
I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. We held each other and quietly cuddled for a time. I thought, "I still have a blowjob coming." I worried that I wouldn't be up to it.
We showered together and she understood my situation. She didn't embarrass me by pushing for more sex that neither of us really wanted or needed. We agreed that she could carry her debt over.
Bobby and Linda were waiting for us at the small table in the kitchen. Cook and two of her young male assistants were on duty. They knew that Linda had come from Bobby's room and Michelin from mine. There were many whispers and sideways peeks at us. It would have been silly for us to try to hide anything from the staff. I ordered a full Scottish breakfast. I was famished.
Linda was bright and cheerful. She sparkled like a new diamond. Bobby was a little more subdued.
Michelin giggled. She asked, "Linda, you got laid last night, didn't you?"
Linda answered, "Yes I did. My wonderful husband took very good care of me before you came to our room." She smiled and sipped her coffee. Then she asked, "Did he have anything left for you?" She giggled.
Michelin knew bullshit when she heard it. She said, "Let me be more direct. Did you get laid while you were with my husband last night?"
Linda giggled again and said, "Oh no. Bobby was sleeping when I got went to his room. I did snuggle close to him and he cuddled with me all night. He physically held me very close even while we slept. I felt so lucky. I just wanted to be near him."
I knew bullshit when I heard it too. I knew that Linda was being evasive. I broke in and asked, "Bobby, what happened this morning?"
He looked deeply into his teacup as if he were reading the leaves. Finally, he said, "Follow me on this, Luke. Imagine that you were deprived of Linda's favors for close to a year. Then one morning you awoke to find her naked in your bed. What would you do?"
I chuckled and said, "Well Bobby, I would probably try to entice her into having sex with me."
Linda leaned across the table and whispered, "That's not the way Bobby does things. He flipped me over onto my back, hooked one of my knees over each of his elbows and spread me open. I found myself suddenly full of very hard c... Well, you know. He didn't seem to have any trouble at all in enticing me to have sex with him. He was very careful not to hurt me but if I had said no, he wouldn't have heard me."
Michelin hung a false look of pity on her face. She said, "Oh Linda. I am so sorry."
Linda said, "You needn't feel that way. I handled him as easily as I have in the past."
Michelin said, "Oh, tell us. What did you do?"
Linda replied, "I submitted to him completely and helped him all I could. We shared a wonderful experience. Sex with Bobby is always so-o-o delightful." Everyone laughed except Bobby. His face turned as red as his fluffy mustachio. Linda went on, "I could never tell him no."
Linda then became serious. She looked across the table and said, "Luke has taken me that way." Then she spoke directly to me. She said, "I wish you would do it more often. A girl likes to be manhandled occasionally.
I didn't say anything but I made a mental note to follow up on that line of thought in the future.
Michelin came to my rescue. She held my hand and said, "Luke is usually so sweet. He is always aware of my needs and so attentive to them. He does vary his techniques. We had sex several times through the night and this morning too. Once he wanted to do something very special for me but then he became very excited and took me more for his own pleasure rather than mine. Oddly enough, I think I still enjoyed it more than he did." There was a pause. She squeezed my hand and said, "I hope you take me that way again."
Linda asked, "What did he do?"
Michelin sidestepped the question. She replied, "He used sex and his formidable skills to make one small Scottish country girl very glad that she was born a woman." She hesitated and then said, "There is one thing I hate about sex with Luke."
That took Linda's mind off on another tangent. She said, "I do want to know about that."
Michelin looked into my eyes and said, "I hate when the time comes for it to end." One small tear rolled down each of her cheeks. One moved slightly faster than the other.
To be continued...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hall Pass - 35 - Home Again From Scotland

By: LewdLuke
Michelin hesitated and then said, "There is one thing I hate about sex with Luke."
That took Linda's mind off on another tangent. She said, "I do want to know about that."
Michelin looked into my eyes and said, "I hate when the time comes for it to end." One small tear rolled down each of her cheeks. One moved slightly faster than the other.
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Six hours later, we were wheels up, at altitude and cruising in smooth air. We were chasing the sun across the Atlantic at just under six hundred miles an hour. Linda had reclined in her seat and made herself comfortable with a small pillow and a light blanket. Her hand rested on my upper thigh and she slept peacefully.
I wanted to have a truth time with her and recap our trip. I had several questions in my mind but mostly I wondered why she had been so standoffish with Lancelot. I knew that she had been very hot for him, at one time. I let her sleep. We could talk later.
I thought of Anne, with a silent E. "Damn," I thought, "What a beautiful young woman she is." I have come to realize that outrageous beauty is not as important to me as it once was. It draws my initial attention to a woman but there has to be something more. Something inside her, that makes her special. I haven't identified that something yet. Maybe my subconscious knows what it is. Anne has it.
It is a shame that I won't be able to develop a relationship with her. I came to realize that Michelin has some control over me. I could never do anything without Linda's consent. Should Michelin have that much sway over me too?
I told Michelin that I wouldn't sleep with Anne after I had promised Anne that I would. I thought, "What a dumb-ass position to put yourself in, Stupid." I wondered, "If I slept with Anne, would I be cheating on Michelin? At the very least, I would be breaking my promise to her."
My thought continued, "If I honor my promise to Michelin, then I must break my promise to Anne. There is no resolution. This is a paradox." I put the train of thought out of my mind. I knew it would trouble me and I would have to return to it later. I wanted Michelin to be happy. I just wanted Anne. I thought, "Dumb-ass."
I thought about the car trip that Linda and I had shared. As far as I am concerned, that was the best part of this trip. I enjoyed the car, the sights we saw but most of all I enjoyed being with Linda. We were in a strange land and had nobody to distract us from each other. Our sex life is always good but it was magnificent during that time. The smallest adventure makes Linda even more sexually adventurous than she usually is.
My TR3 is scheduled for delivery in five weeks. It will arrive at the plant by truck. I will have the chief mechanic and his people uncrate it and make it road ready. Maybe Linda and I can take a short touring trip and have some more time together.
Linda stirred in her sleep. I looked down at her. I could see her eyes move under their lids. She was dreaming. I wondered if she was reliving her time with Bobby early this morning. Maybe she was dreaming about what might have been with Lancelot.
She squeezed my thigh with her small hand and a wan smile played across her lips. She was enjoying her dream. I felt the smallest pang of jealousy. I pushed it out of my mind.
I realized I was becoming drowsy. I let my seat recline and stuffed one of the small pillows under my head. I was reasonably comfortable. First-class truly is a good deal.
I disturbed Linda and her eyes fluttered open. She turned toward me and spread half her blanket over my lower body. She found a way to rest her head on my shoulder. Under the blanket, she found the monster with her hand and gave him a little squeeze. She said, "I was dreaming about our car trip. I hope we can do that again." She kissed my cheek, snuggled close and was asleep again all in a few seconds.
The monster moved and a feeling of happiness rode a wave through my mind. I savored the flavor of her comment for a few minutes while I held her. I fell asleep and didn't dream.
Our total travel time was a few minutes less than twenty hours, including a stop in Chicago. We had crossed six time zones. It was almost seven in the morning when I parked Linda's Toyota in the garage at home. The truth time had never happened. The proper conditions just never developed. We moved our luggage into the house and Linda said, "I will have Maria help me and we can unpack Monday."
I went to my office and called the plant to check in with Alice and make sure I wouldn't be needed over the weekend. Alice had everything under control. I knew she did because she hadn't called me all week. It's a true blessing to have competent employees. Alice had developed nicely. She was capable of thinking on her feet quite well now. She had come to me as a young but highly intelligent woman who was incapable of making a decision on her own. Now, I believe that she would be capable of running my business completely by herself if she needed to.
Linda stuck her head in the door while I was still on the phone. She said, "Tell Alice I said, "Hi." I nodded.
Linda continued, "Come to wash my back when you finish. After we shower, I will fix us something to eat." I nodded again.
I arrived at our bedroom a few minutes later. Linda was already in the shower. I stripped and joined her. We did our routine and bathed each other. I shower with her almost every day. It is always a delightful experience. I will never tire of being with her this way.
I rinsed the lather off us and gathered her in my arms just to hold her for a moment. She found the monster and held him in her hand. He began to swell and I made him twitch for her.
She giggled and said, "You spent the night with Michelin. I didn't think I would get a reaction out of you for a week."
In a serious tone, I said, "I missed you while you were with Bobby."
She said, "I love you, Luke."
By this time, she was holding a very hard cock in her hands. She asked, "Can we put this on hold until after we eat? We can go to bed early. I need a truth time and it will be better if you are horny." She giggled and then continued, "It will be better if we are both horny."
I thought, "Well, I guess the proper conditions are developing." I said, "Okay. That sounds like a plan to me." I kissed her and then let her go. We dried and dressed. I put on loose fitting shorts and an A&M t-shirt. She wore one of my dress shirts.
We walked into the kitchen together. I had assumed that we would both help prepare a meal. We handle it that way most often. She fixed soft lemonade for me and sent me to the den.
I watched TV for half an hour and she came to fetch me. She had fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and green beans. I couldn't see it but my nose told me there was a blackberry cobbler in the oven. Everything was perfect. Her culinary skills amaze me. She said, "It's early but I didn't feel like breakfast. Is that caused by Jet Lag?"
I answered, "Probably," and enjoyed being with her while we ate.
We finished and did a quick clean up. We had most of the day left. The weather was very nice, so I offered a walk around the lake. I knew it would become too hot as the day progressed. Linda went upstairs and dressed in shorts and a halter-top with walking shoes. I only had to grab shoes.
We walked leisurely. Linda asked, "May we start our truth time now? We have done it before as we walked."
I said, "Anything you want, Tinker Bell. What is on your mind?"
She giggled and said, "First, I want to know what you did to Michelin that made her glad she was born a woman."
I was hoping that this question wouldn't come up. I thought, "This is a truth time. Just answer the question." I said, "I buggered her."
Linda stopped in her tracks. I walked on a few steps before I stopped and turned to face her. She stood looking at me askance. Her stance looked a little off balance, her head tilted sideways and both hands were on her hips.
I said, "She twisted my arm."
Linda shook her head and I saw a slight involuntary smile move across her face. Finally, she walked up to me and took my left arm in both of hers. We continued our walk.
She said, "Well, tell me about it. Did you enjoy it?"
I thought for a moment. I answered, "Yes I did enjoy it. Michelin did too. I was amazed at how she got off on it and my orgasm was very powerful too. We were both very excited."
Linda giggled. She said, "That's not what I mean. How was it instigated and how did you do it? Had Michelin prepared? Did she set you up and ambush you? I know this is out of your character."
I laughed and said, "No. She was as surprised as I was. We had talked about it. She told me that she enjoyed the act and would like to do it with me. She said that she had never given herself that way to anyone but Bobby. I was in a strange mood and she reminded me that she had never had the double penetration experience that you had with Bobby and me.
Bobby had told me once that lubrication was the key. I found some liquid soap in our bathroom. I lubed her up really well with it and rubbed some on the monster. I fucked her in the ass. We didn't have a condom. It was an unbelievable experience. By the time it was over, we were both in shock.
Linda snuggled close and looked up into my face. She asked, "Does this mean that I have a good buggering in my near future?"
I looked down into her eyes and said, "Probably." I imagined how tight she would be. I wanted to fuck her ass right then.
Linda's green eyes twinkled. She said, "I'm looking forward to it." I felt a shiver run through her body. We walked on.
In a minute, she said, "Your turn. What are you wondering about?"
I answered, "Why were you so standoffish with Lancelot? You have talked about him a hundred times over the last year. You have said his name in your sleep and even while you were fucking me a few times. I thought you were completely turned on to him."
She spent some time formulating an answer. Finally, she said, "I was turned on to him. In fact, I still am. He is a beautiful young man and I would love to spend a night in his bed. The truth is, it would just be for fun. I don't feel anything for him beyond what must be a small helping of primordial lust." She giggled and then continued. "He is not important to me and having him would not accomplish anything on my bucket list."
I said, "One of the things on your list was to experience other men. He would fit in there."
She replied, "I have experienced several other men. He would be redundant." She paused and then continued, "The biggest reason I didn't go home with him after you gave me the pass is you didn't want me to. Later Bobby said that he was jealous when he thought of Lancelot and me. Bobby is special to me. There is no way I could disappoint you, much less you and Bobby both."
She went on. I wanted to share some special sex with you. I did that and then I realized that I wanted to give myself to Bobby. I did that too."
I asked, "Had you planned to go to Bobby before Michelin came to our room?
Linda answered, "No. That happened impulsively. When Bobby and I danced, he told me how disappointed Michelin was that she didn't get to play with us. He felt guilty about that. He thought he had been selfish and inconsiderate of her need. He told me he needed a night off and asked me to welcome her in our bed. I thought it would be a good Idea. I knew you wanted her and it was our last chance. My plan was for us to share her for the rest of the night. I wanted to make her happy before we left. Then I felt a need to go to Bobby. It was a need, Luke. Bobby was having bad feelings. I'm glad you allowed it. I love you."
I asked, "Was your sex with him like it was described at breakfast? I mean it sounded as though it was a case of bang."
Linda giggled. She said, "Sex with Bobby is most often like that. I've told you about it before. He is always very careful not to hurt me. He makes sure I am ready to receive him and then he moves me into the position he wants and totally dominates me. My body literally gushes in anticipation. It's wonderful. I become instantly submissive when he takes me. I always cum for him, more than once most times. He does last a long time. By the time he finishes with me, I am usually ready for sleep. That is a good thing because when it's over, it's over. He falls asleep almost at once. That is probably a function of his age."
She paused and then continued, "He is special, Luke. He has been since I first met him." She giggled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. She said, "He is my second favorite sex partner." We walked on.
Presently, Linda said, "There is more. You haven't heard the complete story of my encounter with Bobby."
I replied, "Tell me. This is a truth time."
She gathered her thoughts and then said, "Bobby is not a morning person. Early morning sex is not normal for him. He didn't sleep after our first bout this morning. He held me, caressed me and kissed me. He massaged my breasts and tortured my nipples with his mouth. He teased my clit and finger fucked me. He brought me to a state of high arousal."
"He acted as if he were starved for me." She paused and then continued. She said, "He straddled me and titty fucked me for a few minutes and then allowed me to take his hardening cock into my mouth. I toyed with the head and then let him slide down my throat. He loves that. He fucked my face for a short time."
Her narration went on. She said, "Next, I felt him suck my clit into his mouth. His tongue went inside me. I was already full of his cum from earlier. I felt so nasty. I used my hands to pull him deeper into my pussy and fucked his face. I began having mini orgasms. They jolted me with pleasure one after the other."
"I heard myself beg for him to eat me and then I had a big one. It was so good, Luke. Another one washed over me a few minutes later. It was better."
She continued, "Then the good part. He slid his cock up my passage to my deepest spot. It felt harder and more massive than it had ever felt before. My body quivered with more minis instantly. He fucked me hard right through my third big one. I know I screamed. Everyone in the house must have heard me. It wasn't over. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as he emptied himself. I thought I could just lie there and enjoy it but it didn't happen that way. I felt my body roll and thrust to meet him. My last big one with him was the most intense. It went on and on. I screamed and begged him to fuck me harder. I don't remember the ending. I probably passed out for a moment."
Linda and I were both quiet for a time. We walked on.
At length, she said, "For those few minutes, I was close to him like I was when we first met. I was surprised. I didn't think I would experience that." She hesitated then asked, "Is it okay, Luke?"
I had to gather my thoughts. She had given me more information than I really needed. Still, I had asked about their sex. She was being truthful. Finally, I said, "If it helps to erase the regrets you carry for not having him before, it is Okay. That's why I brought you here."
She made me stop and hold her. We kissed for a long time. When it ended, I said, "Still, in order to honor the spirit of our truth time, I do need to tell you that I feel some jealousy."
She replied without hesitation. She said, "Oh no, Luke. You shouldn't be jealous. Think about it. Really, he is only one of several gifts that you have given me. I would never have been with him otherwise." She continued, "If it hurts you, I will not be able to enjoy your gifts. I won't accept them."
I thought for a time and tried to understand what she was saying. I asked, "That's what happened with Lancelot, Isn't it?"
She answered, "I think so."
"This," I thought, "Is a great segue into Lancelot and Anne. I needed to talk to Linda about them. I asked, "Do you still want to be with Lancelot?"
She answered immediately, "Absolutely, if the occasion arises and if it would cause you no pain."
I asked, "What about Bobby?"
She replied, "I would try to protect Bobby by not letting him know."
I asked, "Would that be cheating on him."
She stopped and looked at me sideways. She answered easily, "No. I have taken no vows with Bobby. I wouldn't want to hurt him but he should have no say in how I conduct my sex life, except when I am with him." She kissed my cheek and continued, "Only the man I love can do that."
She continued, "Bobby did influence me while we were in his home. I couldn't play with Lancelot without him knowing. He would have been hurt so I couldn't let it happen. Truthfully, it wasn't going to happen anyway. You wanted me that night." She paused and then said, "If I were in Paris and had a hall pass, I would sleep with Lancelot. He is so beautiful. Primordial lust is still a factor." She giggled and said, "You know."
She was quiet for a time so I could let that sink in. Then she giggled and said, "I know you want to sleep with Lancelot's ugly little sister. I saw you kiss her. I know you, Luke. You could really get turned on by that one." After a short pause, she asked, "How are you going to talk her into it?"
I said, "Anne talked herself into it. I have to find a way to talk her out of it."
Linda said, "Oh, Luke. You are going to have to explain that to me."
I said, "Well you were there when I practically agreed to meet her in Paris. You weren't there when I promised to eat her pussy until she begged for mercy."
Linda giggled again.
I said, "Later, while in the throes of passion, Michelin said that it made her jealous when she saw me kiss Anne. I didn't want to hurt Michelin, so said I didn't intend to sleep with Anne and that I probably wouldn't see her again."
Linda laughed aloud at me. She said, "Dummy." I had to laugh too. I knew I was a dummy.
Linda said, "I will fix it for you."
That got my attention. I saw no way out of this dilemma. I asked, "How?"
Still laughing a bit, Linda said, "Either way. Michelin is my friend. I can get her to release you from your promise or I could tell Anne I decided not to give you a pass to be with her. I could say that she is far too pretty and I am jealous of her. She would go away feeling good about herself. Either way will get you off the hook." She was still laughing. She asked, "Which way do you want me to go?"
I thought for a second and said, "If you want to see Lancelot in Paris, You should talk to Michelin for me."
She said, "Okay, I was hoping you would say that." She giggled again. She added, "I would like to watch you with Anne. She will make you crazy." Linda clung to my arm as we walked on.
In another minute she asked, "Are we finished or is there something more for us to talk about? I want to take you home and jump in bed with you."
I answered, "Hold that thought but there is one more thing I want to talk about."
She nodded and said, "Okay, shoot."
I replied, "I have a reason for asking this so let your answer be complete. Besides Lancelot, is there anyone else you want to be involved within the near future?"
She answered easily, "If we go back to Scotland to see the baby, I will want Bobby and Michelin both. I won't have all of us standing around wanting each other like it was this time."
I said that I didn't have a problem with that. I would like to take Michelin off on another car trip for a couple days.
She continued, "I also want to spend a night with Ed Fuller. I will probably want to do that more than once."
I said, "I understand that. The big stick is part of your list."
She giggled and said, "I don't think you fully understand. I have already proven to myself that I can handle his oversized cock. I won't need to do that again. The fact is he is my friend and yours too, I might add. He is a good person and I enjoyed sharing myself with him. I want to do it again. He wants to have me sexually and I will give him that with your permission. It won't be hard banging sex like it was the last time. I will ask him to be soft and gentle with me and it will be that way. I was the one who wanted to prove I could take all of him. He has always been gentle and sweet with me."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She kissed my cheek and said, "Once or twice a year is not too much to ask, is it?"

I laughed and answered, "No Sweetheart. You can have a pass to be with Ed if you want." Then I asked, "Who else?"
She thought for a moment and then said, "If ever I have the chance, I want to sleep with Walt Zimmerman. I know, that would be risky because of the financial entanglements that your business has with him. I will never push it but if you get the chance to make it happen, make it happen. I know his wife excites you. I think they are both special people."
I said, "No guarantees there. Is there anyone else?"
She shook her head and asked, "Why are you asking?"
I answered her easily. I said, "I have been thinking. The best part of this visit to Scotland was our little side trip. I had fun sightseeing and driving the Triumph. The best part was having you to myself for those few days. I want to do that again. The car will be here in five or six weeks. There are plenty of places in Texas that we haven't visited. I want us to take a tour. Most of all, I have decided to keep you to myself for the next little while."
Her face lit up like the sun peeking out from behind a rain cloud. She threw her arms around my neck and said, "We can most certainly do that." She let me hold her for a moment and said, "We will have no further interaction with anyone at least until after our Texas tour." She kissed me.
I said, "Maybe not after that."
She tilted her head and looked into my eyes. In her little girl voice, she whispered, "Whatever you say."
We reached the fork in the path that led back to the house. Linda said, "Come with me, It's past our bedtime."
I love that kind of talk. The monster moved in my shorts and my pace quickened. We arrived at the house and we began shedding our clothes as we ran up the stairs. We didn't light any candles or say any prayers. We just jumped in bed together.
Linda was on top. She planted her knees on either side of me and impaled herself on my stiff member. She was very wet and very slippery. She said, "We can skip the foreplay."
I lay still and let her fuck me. We were not loud or overly energetic. My whole world was Linda's body and her movements. She fucked me slowly with long strokes that took me into her deepest, warmest, wettest place. Her pussy moved in a small orbital motion as I moved in and out of her. Her Kegel muscle flexed and massaged the willing monster.
I began to thrust into her in concert with her movements. She instructed me to be still. She said, "I want this to be the "I-Will-Love-You-Forever-Fuck," that I have been promising you." She wanted to do all the work.
I lay there and enjoyed myself for a long time. Finally, her body shivered as a little orgasm passed through her. I knew she was on the verge of having a big one. I rolled her over on her back and thrust into her gently but with authority. I fucked her this way right through her big one. I slowed my pace and thrust into her more gently but still with the same authority. She lay motionless under me while she recovered. In a moment, she signaled to be on top again. I allowed it and she began to fuck me as she had earlier. It was as if nothing had happened. She hadn't made a sound beyond a few whimpers and there was no conversation.
I wanted to do her doggy style and make her cum hard. I wanted to cum with her and end the session.
She said, "No." She continued what she was doing. I just lay there. That's what I had to do to please her. She fucked me for another half hour and then I helped her through her second biggie.
Another half hour passed. She said, "It's starting, Luke. This is the one I want to share with you."
I rolled her over again and pounded her pussy hard. She screamed for me. "Yes - - YES-S-S-S-s-s-s, FUCK ME HARDER. She went crazy. She thrashed and bucked. Her screams could have been heard anywhere on the ranch. I erupted inside her. My spasms seemed like explosions. I lost all control. My body emptied itself.
I finished first, I think. A few seconds later, Linda went limp under me. Only her Kegel muscle flexed. Her pussy was sucking the monster. She made gurgling noises as she raggedly tried to regain her breath. I was used up too. The monster wilted. I rolled off her and she turned to face me and snuggled close. We spent a few minutes holding each other while we recovered.
We were quiet as fifteen minutes went by. She said, "Luke, are you ready to quit swinging altogether?"
I asked, "Is this a continuation of our truth time?"
She answered, "Yes, I want the truth."
I replied, "The truth is I don't know. I have thought about it."
She said, "I've thought about it too. What we are doing is really just for fun. I don't think there is anything left on the list that you will agree to. I know you will never let me have a free pass. You aren't going to give me to a complete stranger or let me pull a train, or be bangd. All of those things are of less importance to me than they were when I made the list. I have probably had enough adventure. We can quit anytime you say."
I asked, "What about the relationships that we have developed. Especially those that are active now. Would you be willing to say no to Bobby or Big Ed? Are you willing to forgo having Lancelot? What if Walt offered you a roll in the hay?"
She answered, "If we continue, we will always have active relationships with people that we care about. There will never be an easy time to quit."
I knew she was right. She has thought it through more than I have. I wanted to put it on a back burner and procrastinate. I said, "Let's both give this some serious thought and talk again later. It's too important to decide right now and we don't have to."
She said, "Okay. We can give it a trial run. We will be exclusive to each other until after our Texas tour and we will talk about it again at that time."
I said, "Agreed." I felt good inside. Maybe it is time to end this chapter of our life.
Linda said, "Give me a minute and then come shower with me." She slipped out of my arms and I watched her make her way to the bathroom.
I thought about Anne. I knew I wasn't quite ready to quit. Then I thought, "Maybe Anne is just fresh in my mind. Maybe my ardor for her will cool some between now and the tour." We shall see.
Six weeks passed. It was the middle of August. The weather was atrocious. The temperature had soared over the one hundred degree mark for several days and rain was only a memory of something that had happened in the past.
Alice and I were having our, "Get-the-Day-Started," meeting along with our morning coffee. The intercom buzzed and Alice answered.
From the front office, Robin said, "I have Mr. Reed on the line. He is asking to speak with Mr. Bowman."
David Reed is our Head Mechanic. He is second in command of the machine shop building and runs the maintenance shop. I said, "Thank you, Robin. Put him through please."
David said, "Good morning, Luke." Without preamble, he got down to business. He said, "I took delivery of a large wooden crate earlier this morning. I'm sure it's the car from Scotland. It's sitting in the middle of my shop. What do you want me to do with it?"
I couldn't help myself. I became excited as if I were a kid at Christmas. I said, "I will be there in a few minutes. Carefully open the crate but don't do anything with the car until I get there." I looked at Alice and said, "I have to go. May I have a couple of hours or is there something pressing for this morning?"
She smiled at me and said, "Take the time you need. I can handle everything until you get back." She knew about the car. I guess everyone did.
I walked into David's shop within two minutes of his call. He grinned and shook his head when he saw the excitement displayed on my face. Both of his helpers were gathering the tools they needed to open the crate. I noticed that it was of very heavy construction and put together with nuts, bolts and lag screws rather than nails. The wood was heavy English oak. Uncle Artair had done his utmost to protect my little car.
It seemed to take forever to get the top off the crate. It took the four of us to lift it off and carry it to a place where it would be out of the way. Of course, I still couldn't see anything until I walked up close. I stood on tiptoes and peered over the edge. The side panels were easily six feet high.
The little machine appeared to have survived the tip unharmed. I couldn't see how it was fixed to the floor but I could tell that it hadn't moved in the box since Artair put it there. It took another half hour to remove the four side panels and move them out of the way.
The little blue wonder finally sat there in the light. It was beautiful. The wire wheels and tires that had been on the car the last time I saw it had been removed. They had been packed down one side of the crate. There was a second set of wheels and tires packed down the other side. The tires seemed to be bigger and heavier and they weren't mounted on wire wheels. The other set of wheels was pretty but more substantial than the wire ones. I was sure that Artair's manual would explain their purpose.
The car sat on eight oak blocks. I bent and looked under the car. There was a metal band looping over the frame in all eight places. Each one passed over a thick piece of heavy packing material. Artair had protected the paint on the frame even if it was never to be seen. The bands were bolted to the oak blocks. Both bumpers were also banded and attached to the floor. I also noticed that the suspension and the steering system had been locked down. Nothing had bounced around during transit.
We found the manual and two sets of keys in a briefcase. The British title, import papers and insurance papers were also in the case. It was strapped securely in the driver's seat. We retrieved the book. David and I thumbed through it together. The first few pages of the book were labeled, "Assembly Instructions." There were over a hundred items listed. They started with a list of required tools and ended with instructions to bring all fluids to proper levels. Instructions for the initial start-up were in a separate section.
I said, "Okay, David. We need to stop right here. I want you to make yourself completely familiar with this book. Have your young men read it too. Afterwards, follow the make ready instructions to the letter. The man that wrote this book also built the car with his own hands. It has several systems that are beyond standard. You and your people will have to maintain her. You should know everything about her." I paused and then whispered, "She has a fuel injected V-8."
David said, "Really? I know the significance of this machine. I will treat her as if she belongs to me."
I knew I could trust David. I said, "Great. I have one last thing and then I will leave you to it. Take the hard top off and store it for now. Install the wire wheels. I think the other set is for off-road use."
David said, "Will do, Boss."
I slapped him gently on the back and said, "Call me when you are finished." I started back to my office but stopped to look at the Triumph one last time before I walked through the shop door. She was beautiful. My dick got hard.
As soon as I got back to my office, I called Linda and told her that the TR3 had arrived. She seemed to be almost as excited as I was. She wanted me to take it home this evening so I could take her for a ride. She was disappointed when I told her it would take a day or two to get it back together.
I passed the car's paperwork off to Alice and asked her to have one of her young ladies get the car registered and insured.
Alice put me back to work. She came into my office with two contacts that we needed to go over together. She also said that Walt Zimmerman had called while I was out and that she had told him I would return his call. Walt is considered a V.I.P. around our office. We do a lot of work for him. In fact, he has provided about a quarter of all the work we do for the past couple of years or so.
I set Alice's contracts aside for the moment and told her to get Walt on the phone for me. She looked at me as if I were a helpless person. She picked up the phone on my desk and dialed Walt's number from memory. She handed the receiver to me. A young woman answered. I said, "Luke Bowman here. May I speak with Mr. Zimmerman, please?
Walt came on the phone and we talked through the pleasantries for a few minutes. Finally, he said, "I have another job for you, Luke." It is similar to the work you are doing for me now but in dollars, it is about five times the volume. Do you think you can accommodate me?"
I asked, "What is the time frame?"
He said, "You will be required to produce my widgets at a rate of about two and a half times as fast as you are doing currently. The saving grace is you won't have to start the new project until after our present contract has been concluded and the new widget is just a slightly modified version of what you are producing now. They are very nearly identical."
I answered, "We can handle it, Walt. Draw up a preliminary contract and send me drawings and specifications. We need to be sure we can agree on a price, among other things."
Walt replied, "I can do that and I don't foresee any real problems there, given our past relationship. There is one small favor that I am about to ask."
I said, "Shoot." I expected him to ask for a short vacation. Linda and I had taken Walt and his wife to Las Vegas twice in the past. I had offered a Caribbean cruise the last time but he couldn't make time for it.
Walt said, "I am trying to develop a relationship with a new banker. He will want to meet you and tour your plant before he agrees to finance this deal. If I brought him out there, could you put on the dog for him for one day?"
I laughed and answered, "Certainly. We at Bowman Enterprises will do anything for money and/or the moneyman. When will you need to bring him?"
Walt replied, "He is an elderly gentleman. The summer heat there would be stressful for him. I would like to wait until the early part of October. The weather should have moderated by then."
I said, "That will be good. It will also give us time to know more about our end of the deal." I paused and then asked, "Will Liz be with you? Linda and I would be happy to see her."
Walt said, "Not this trip. If she were along it would make my banker feel like a third wheel on a bicycle. Maybe we can slip off with you and Linda later." He paused and then said, "I remember some talk about a cruise."
I laughed and said, "That would be great. I'll tell Linda to get her travel agent involved and see what is available. I will need to know the exact date and time of your arrival in October. I will see that you and your banker are met at the airport and properly taken care of."
Walt said, "We will talk again before then."
All business was concluded. We said our goodbyes and hung up.
Alice worked me hard the rest of the day but I got through it. I stopped by to visit the TR3 before I left for home. The crate was gone and the car looked like it was ready to go. It was a little after quitting time but David and his crew were still hovering around the little machine. I walked into the scene.
David looked up at me and said, "You are about a day early, Boss. We had to put the wheels on her to get her separated from the crate but that's all we have done. I have gone through the instructions and I'm confident that she will be road ready by this time tomorrow."
I said, "You don't need to hurry. It's more important to get everything right."
"Everything will be right. Your uncle Artair must be a genius. He has made everything straightforward and simple. Do you know, there was a toolbox in the trunk? It has every tool that is specific to this car along with an assortment of nuts, bolts and machine screws. There are only three sizes in the whole car and they are all standard. We didn't have to try to hunt up anything."
He paused and continued with a question. "Are the performance numbers in that book real?"
I said, "They are understated."
He had another question. He asked, "Is it safe to drive?"
I answered, "I can drive it safely. I think with a little experience you could too. If you need to crank it up and move it about the shop, you do it personally. Don't let anyone else near the keys." I continued, "The car is neither registered nor insured in this country. It's worth a lot of money and I don't want it bent. I especially don't want anyone hurt or killed."
He said, "I'll take care of her like she is my virgin daughter, Luke."
On the home front, Linda was very excited about the arrival of the Triumph and our upcoming road trip. I told her that we should put the trip off until September. I said, "We couldn't enjoy the little convertible in the summer heat." She appeared to be a bit crestfallen but she did see the point. We agreed on five days during the second week of September and at least one weekend trip before then.
I said, "There was one other development at the office today. I think it might interest you."
She asked, "What?"
I replied, "Walt Zimmerman called. He has offered us a real pile of work this time."
I suddenly had her complete attention. She asked, "Are we going to meet them in 'Vegas again?"
I answered, "No," and then paused. Linda's lower lip jutted out into the pout position. I went on, "Walt asked me to have you arrange a Caribbean cruise for the four of us." The light came back on in her eyes and the smile came back to her lips.
She asked, "When?"
I answered, "I don't know. Walt will be here in early October." I told her about the banker. I said, "Liz won't be with him this trip but maybe we could have him and his banker for dinner one evening." I chuckled and continued, "Maybe I could grill some steaks and you could flirt with him a little if you wanted to."
She giggled, and said, "I would be afraid to do that. You two are doing business together. I might get us in trouble." She hesitated and said, "A little harmless flirt would be okay, wouldn't it? Maybe I could rub my tits on him a little."
I slapped her bottom. She yelped and then giggled at me. She said, "I've done that before, you know." I popped her butt again.
I grabbed her wrist and drew her to me. I said, "Little girl, you need to remember that those tits are for my amusement only until I tell you different." I held one in my hand and squeezed it just a bit harder than gently. I continued, "That also goes for your sweet pussy, that fine ass and the rest of your little pixie-like body too. Do you understand?"
She stepped into me, stood on her tiptoes, threw her free arm around my neck and stuffed her tongue into my mouth. I guess she wanted me to shut up. I released her wrist. It too went around my neck. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her back. I tried to figure out what had just happened in my mind. I wasn't entirely successful.
Linda ended our kiss and without words led me to our bedroom. There, she helped me undress. By the time I was naked she was too. I don't know how she got that way but I did have a memory of pulling her halter top over her head at one point.
She was on her knees holding the monster in both hands. She licked the underside of the tip one time. I am so sensitive there. I flinched and she engulfed him in her mouth. He slid easily down her throat. I didn't even feel her swallow. I fucked her that way until my erection became complete. I was hard like stone.
Linda took me to the bed. She laid me on my back and enveloped the monster in her sweet, wet pussy. I lay there quietly and let her have her way. I bottomed out inside her. I could feel the cartilage of her cervix. Her Kegel muscle flexed and it felt as if she was holding me.