Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[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."