Wife Wants a Hall Pass Ch. 18

Michelin Takes Me to Loch Ness.

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When I awoke, the early light of morning was in the room. I was in bed alone and sprawled half out from under the covers. The room was pleasantly warm and I could hear the movement of air from a heating system. One of the corner candles had burned out but the other three still supported flame.

I lay there trying to bring my thoughts together. I thought of Linda. Next, I thought of Michelin. I remembered that today was the day for our, get-a-way, to Loch Ness. I was going to let Michelin see the monster. Then I remembered that she had seen him last night. "Damn, sex is good with this girl," I thought.

The sound of a shower grabbed my attention. I gave myself one more minute to come completely awake and went to the bath. Moving from the bedchamber to the bath was like moving in time.

The bedroom was medieval. It looked like a hollowed out pile of rocks decorated with a warrior's possessions. The bath was completely modern. It was mostly tile, done tastefully in muted earth tones. There was a heat lamp glowing in the ceiling and the air was warm. All the fixtures were modern bright work and the toilet was American style.

A small drying room separated the toilet area from the shower. On the other side, a translucent glass door closed off the shower. I could see Michelin's outline move, through the frosted glass.

I quietly relieved myself at the toilet before I stepped into the shower with my young lover. A distinct odor of freshly cut strawberries greeted me. I captured Michelin in my arms, held her close and kissed her. She laid her head on my chest and we stood there letting the warm water run over us.

I said, "You smell like strawberries."

She giggled and answered, "It's a feminine toiletry product. Linda told me about it on the phone before you came. She brought me some." Michelin paused then added, "She said it was your favorite and it would let you know I was sparkly. Do you like it?"

I said, "Yes, very much."

Her accent was strong this morning. She asked, "It makes you think of Linda, doesn't it?"

I said, "Yes. She has been using it for a while and it makes me have really nasty thoughts of her." I paused and continued, "Right now I'm having wonderfully nasty thoughts about you."

She giggled. Even her giggles are accented. They are full of magic. She said, "I think I'll try a different flavor next time. Linda brought me several. Maybe I can find a scent that will make you think of me. I will find a way to get Linda to use it when you are at home." Another mischievous giggle escaped from her.

A serious look came over Michelin's face. She looked up at me and said, "Last night was wonderful for me, Luke. I can't remember when sex was that good." She hesitated a few seconds and said, "I dreamed you made me pregnant." There was another pause. She said, "I wish I could have your baby."

I pulled her head back to my chest and held her that way. A minute later I said, "That's a dangerous thought, Michelin. That is not why we are doing this.

She answered, "I know," and paused. "I am taking the proper precautions and it won't happen." She said, "Still, you are such a beautiful man and it is a wonderful thought."

I said, "Thank you." I let the subject drop.

We bathed each other. Michelin dropped down to her knees and took the monster in her small hands. She kissed him once and licked the underside from my ball sack to the tip. I watched as the monster swelled and became hard in her hands.

She looked up at me with an impish smile on her face then took his head in her mouth. She sucked and licked with abandon. I am one who appreciates a woman that truly enjoys having a cock in her mouth.

She let the monster slide to the top of her throat and swallowed. The monster slipped in another inch but she gagged so violently, I had to pull him out. She was gasping and sputtering as she tried to breathe. Water from the shower was running in her face and she breathed in some of that. I became concerned but between coughs and sputters she assured me, she was okay.

I took her out of the shower and in a moment she was breathing normally again. She allowed me to hold her.

I said, "The monster was quite happy before you tried to swallow him. You don't have to learn to do that, to make me happy.

She said, "It will make me happy when I can do it for you. I think I will keep trying." She paused and said, "Maybe not in the shower, for a while." She giggled sweetly and I knew she was all right.

We dried each other and Michelin found fluffy flannel robes for us. She began drying her hair and asked me to order breakfast. I needed some instruction on how to do that.

She said, "Use the intercom on the table there." It looked like an old, black, dial telephone. She continued, "Pick up the receiver and dial one. It is after seven o'clock, so Cook will answer. Just tell her what you would like.

I said, "Okay, I think I can handle that. What would you like?"

She answered, "Maybe an orange and a banana. Also, order one slice of toast with butter and tea." A second later she said, "Oh, ask Cook to have it delivered at eight, thirty."

I called Cook. After we shared good-morning pleasantries, I placed Michelin's order and asked for three eggs, over easy, with ham and fried potatoes. I also asked for toast, jelly and coffee. I passed the eight, thirty request and the call was over.

I turned back to Michelin and asked, "Why eight, thirty?"

She answered, "After my hair is dry, I want an hour of snuggle and cuddle time with you. We will have breakfast, dress and be ready to leave before ten. I asked Chauffer to meet us at the garage at ten. He will help you choose a car and answer any questions you might have."

I said, "Let me ask you this, Why are people addressed by their job title instead of their names?"

She answered, "It is not really a custom. It is more like a habit we have fallen into here. We have so many guests that it would be difficult for them to remember everyone's name. We use titles instead because it is easier.

I said, "I would like to see Linda before we leave."

She answered, "Oh Luke, they have probably already left. When the Laird is coaching, a soccer match is an all-day affair."

I said, "No, there is no way she would leave without talking to me." I paused and asked, "Can you check?"

The intercom rang. Michelin answered it and handed the receiver to me. She smiled and said, "It is your lady, Sir."

I spoke into the receiver, "Hi Babe, is everything all right?"

She answered, "Yes, I am having a wonderful time. Bobby is in a hurry to leave for the soccer game but I told him I wanted to say goodbye to you before we left." She went on, "Can I come to your room and have a minute or two?"

I said, "Sure, come right now."

She replied, "On my way. I'll be there in two minutes."

I said, "Kisses," and we hung up.

I told Michelin that Linda was on the way.

She said, "Fine, that worked out just right. I will finish drying my hair. When she gets here, just close the bathroom door. You can have whatever time you need alone with her. I won't come out unless you call me."

Linda knocked on the door and I let her in. She asked after Michelin and I told her where she was.

Linda threw her arms around me and I kissed her. She started talking. She was trying to say everything at once.

I said, "Slow down Babe. Is something wrong?"

She answered, "I don't think so. Bobby has been wonderful. I feel pampered like the princess in a fairy tale. The thing is, He wants to take me away for the whole day and spend the night somewhere else. It sounds like fun but you haven't given me permission. It is not written into my hall pass. He told me that you had said it was all right last night but I can't believe you would agree to something like that, without talking to me."

I put two fingers to her lips and said, "Settle down. I did agree to your trip with Bobby. I knew you would want to go and I trust Bobby to keep you safe. I thought you and I would talk about it this morning. I didn't understand that Bobby would need to leave this early." I paused then said, "You can go if you want to. If you don't want to, it won't happen."

Linda stood there in thought.

I asked, "Are you afraid to be away with Bobby overnight?"

She answered, "Oh no Luke. He has always been a knight on a white charger to me. He has lived up to my every expectation since we got here. I want to go with him."

She reached inside my robe and fondled the monster. She asked, "What will you do while I am gone?"

I answered, "Michelin will keep me entertained. She has a sightseeing tour to Loch Ness lined up, with an overnight stay at her favorite inn. Tell Bobby I want you to sleep in my bed Thursday night."

Linda was instantly happy. She grinned big and wide. She said, "I will tell him, I promised to fuck your eyes out because you allowed me to go with him."

She said, "Call Michelin so I can say bye to her."

Michelin came out and the girls hugged.

Linda said, "Take good care of Luke while I am gone. He will worry about me if you don't keep him occupied."

Michelin shook her head and said, "I can't believe this is really happening."

Linda said, "I've got to run." Her hand was holding her pendant. She kissed me sweetly. She gave Michelin a peck on the cheek and was gone. Her only care in the world was no to keep Bobby waiting.

Michelin untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. The monster moved. She pulled the tag end of the belt on my robe and I shrugged it off my shoulders. We stood there naked together. She led me to the bed and we lay down together. We didn't cover up. It was warm in the room and Michelin said she wanted to see what she was playing with. The thing she was playing with was getting harder.

She said, "That didn't take too much of our cuddle time." She put the thing she was playing with, in her mouth. She teased the head until the monster was very hard. She tried again to swallow him. I thought, "She might make it this time," but she gagged.

I brought her face up to mine. I kissed her and said, "Listen, Honey Bunch. Some women have a gag reflex that they just can't control. Why don't you just keep me in your mouth? The monster doesn't require you to deep throat him. Tease him there. You are good at that. I can tell you enjoy it. He will be very happy."

She whimpered and said, "Okay." I received a borderline perfect blowjob and breakfast hadn't even arrived yet. I started to think seriously about taking this girl home with me.

Michelin slipped off the bed and went to the bath. When she returned she curled up close to me and asked, "Do you know that The Laird has confided in me, the thing the two of you have planned for Linda on tomorrow evening?"

I said, "No, I thought it would be a secret."

She said, "He had to tell me. I will help her prepare."

I said, "Oh, I understand."

She went on, "I have told her that she must be prepared because Bobby and I are still trying to talk you into it." She continued, "I like the way you think. It will be more fun for her if you surprise her."

I asked, "Are you going to feel left out?"

She giggled and said, "No, I won't be left out." She hesitated as if deciding whether she should tell me or not. She finally said, "I can tell you. I know you and Linda have talked about us having girl sex with each other. We are going to put on a show for you boys, tomorrow, before the main event. Linda said she wanted to eat me in front of the fireplace, in the great hall. She said it would make you so horny anything might happen after that."

I asked, "Does Bobby know you enjoy women?"

She answered, "Yes, he caught me with my girlfriend once. We did threesomes with him for a while so he wouldn't feel ignored. The three of us enjoyed that. It was tragic for The Laird and me when we lost her. However, she was deserving of a more normal relationship. We are both happy for her."

I asked, "How did that happen?"

She answered, "Nanette was her name. She went to Glasgow on business. While she was there, she allowed a young man that she fancied, to chat her up in a pub. They had sex together and later fell in love. Nanette married him and moved to Glasgow where he makes a living as a barrister."

Breakfast was served promptly at eight, thirty. The food was good. We dressed casually and met Chauffer at ten.

Chauffer greeted us. He said, "The Laird mentioned that you would require a rally car for the rest of the day and most of tomorrow. May I ask how far you plan to drive?"

Michelin said, "We are going sightseeing. The farthest point on our itinerary is Loch Ness. We plan to use country roads, so the route will not be direct. I want to show Luke, my favorite spot in the mountains."

Chauffer said, "I see." He looked at Luke and went on, "Sir, I would recommend the little green Triumph TR3 parked there. It has long legs. It can go 250 miles comfortably between petrol stops. You should only have to fill it up once on your trip. In addition, the top goes up and down easily.

Today's forecast is good. It is already 70 degrees and getting warmer. The temperature should be in the low 70's until dark. I have taken the liberty of lowering the top for you. Try to park it inside tonight. If you can't, be sure the top is up. Tomorrow, "you will probably be driving through fog and possibly light rain.

He paused and continued, "I personally service the car yesterday. She is in good order mechanically and all the fluids are up to the mark. The tire pressures are correct. The breaks are only a month old. She hasn't been driven much and not raced at all since the break job. She is one of my favorites. She is twenty, eight years old but in better shape than the day, she was built. The original engine made a little less than a hundred horsepower. She now makes about one hundred and forty, with no appreciable weight gain.

I asked, "Do we have other options?"

He answered, "The Laird instructed me to give you anything you asked for. In my opinion, this TR is the best option to squire a pretty girl around the country." The old man winked at Michelin. He continued, "Each of these cars is in order and fit to serve your purpose. Would you like to choose another?"

I said, "What about that red MGTD?"

The old man answered with a smile, "Another of my favorites and a good choice. However, that one is completely original. It has never been a racer. It isn't nearly as much fun to drive as the TR3.

Micheline broke in, "Our luggage and a picnic basket have already been loaded in the TR, Luke. Chauffer knows it is my favorite."

I capitulated, I said, "I think the TR will be fine. Do you have any special instructions, for me?"

He laughed and said, "You Yanks are used to driving on the wrong side of the road. Be conscious of that. You won't encounter much traffic but each of us is only allotted one fatal mistake. Also, try to observe the speed limits. The constabulary enforces them strictly."

He paused, and then tossed me the keys. He walked to Micheline and kissed her cheek. He said, "Have a good time, Sweetheart. If Mr. Bowman proves unable to drive, take the keys from him and you drive my car back to me.

She laughed and said, "Come on Luke. Let's go." She placed one hand on the windscreen frame and the other on the seat back. She vaulted over the closed door and slid gracefully into the passenger's seat. I opened the door and sat down properly.

I looked up at the old man and said, "Thank you, Sir. I will take care of Michelin and your beautiful car."

He smiled down at me and said, "Have a good time." I cranked up and backed out of the garage. I looked at the pretty girl beside me and said, "You may color us, gone." I don't think she understood my meaning.

We drove away. Michelin had a map but she knew where we were going. All I had to do to navigate was follow her instructions.

In a few minutes, I had the feel of the little car. It was indeed a blast to drive. I had to ask. I said, "Tell me about, Chauffer. He seemed overly familiar with you."

She laughed and said, "He probably feels the same about you."

I had to smile.

She went on, "He is a relative of mine. I think he is my great uncle, or maybe he is my great, great uncle. He helped rear me and I can't remember when he wasn't around. We were always close when I was a child. He would always protect me from the older women who were prone to using a switch to discipline mischievous little girls. He has always loved me and I love him too."

She paused then continued. "He has worked on the laird's vehicles since they were new. He knows every nut and bolt on every one of them. He would take it very personally if this car had a mechanical failure on our trip. He is a master mechanic. We call him Chauffer because, in our system, Chauffer out ranks Mechanic. His word is law in the garage and any use of a vehicle must be cleared through him."

I said, "Extended family is a good thing. You are lucky you have him."

She answered, "If you mistreat me, he will kill you."

I laughed, and said, "Linda has an uncle like that. She lived with her Uncle Gus while she was in high school and up until the time we were married. He used to tell me that he would kill me if I brought her home pregnant and I always believed him."

Michelin giggled.

I continued, "After our wedding, Gus came up to me in front of a group of people. He said, "You can knock her up now, Boy."

She looked at me and said, "Linda is so lucky to have you. I can't believe she allows us to be together."

I said, "Linda had no experience sexually with anyone but me before we open our marriage. Her curiosity came to be a real problem psychologically for her because she is approaching middle age. We talked to a shrink and came to realize that Linda's problem was not uncommon. When I was truthful with myself, I came to realize that I too was ready for an affair. Variety is the spice of life. Somehow, we let it happen."

Setting Linda free was very hard for me, I continued. She had much less difficulty. In her mind, she is able to completely separate sex for fun, from the love we have for each other. Sometimes, I still have pangs of jealousy when I know she is with another man. She has no qualms about me being with other women, as long as she likes them. She likes you very much."

She never does anything without my permission and I never do anything without her's. That is why she had to see me before she left with Bobby, this morning. It seems to be working for us."

Michelin said, "I want to make a small detour about two miles from here. Take a right on the farm track, when I tell you. The track is paved with macadam but it is very narrow. It winds into the mountains."

I asked, "Where are we going?"

She answered, "Halfway up a mountain to one of my favorite spots."

The little car demonstrated that it had more power than it needed to climb the steep incline. We arrived at her spot a few minutes after noon. Michelin leaped from the car and took off the light jacket she was wearing. Draping it over the car seat she said, "We can walk and look. You can see for miles from here and there is a waterfall we can see if we walk around that rock outcropping. We can come back in a little while and have lunch."

I asked, "How far is it to Loch Ness?"

She said, "Less than two hours. We can play here for a couple hours and still get to our inn before dark." She then asked me to open the boot and retrieve the field glasses. She said, "Maybe I can show you a Red Stagg."

I finally understood what she had said, and acquired a set of binoculars from the car trunk. I asked, "Why are these in the car?"

She answered, "I knew I was bringing you here. I had them packed for us."

We walked a hundred yards or so, on a grassy flat spot that ran sideways on the hillside. I saw the waterfall when it came into view. It was most of a mile away, tumbling down another slope. The little stream passed through the bottom of a canyon next to our mountain. I wished I had brought a camera. This was a beautiful spot. I could have gotten several good shots from here.