Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[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...