Adultery Wife Wants a Hall Pass by LewdLuke

[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...