Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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."