Wife Wants a Hall Pass Ch. 34

I looked at the clock. It was three-twenty. I thought, "She has something planned and she knows what time it's going to happen." I let it go. She was so bright and bubbly in the flickering candlelight. I just enjoyed being with her. I was thinking of a way to make her cum one more time before we slept.

At exactly three-thirty, there was a soft tapping at our door. I thought of Edgar Allen Poe, "Someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."

Linda quickly put our food back on the table and jumped back into bed. She covered herself and said, "Well, answer the door, Luke." I grabbed a robe and went to the door. I cracked the massive door open and asked, "Who is it?"

I recognized Michelins sweet accent. She said, "It's me."

I opened the door just a bit and then enough for her to enter. She looked at me and smiled. She said, "Bobby sent me here. He said I would be welcomed. I want to sleep in the middle."

I looked at Linda. She was sitting in the middle of the bed. The covers had fallen away and her boobs were on full display now. Her smile was radiant. She said, "We have ignored this poor girl all week and Bobby told me he needed the night off." I understood. Either Linda had invited her here or Bobby had set this up during his dance with Linda. Either way, I liked the idea.

I reached out, pulled the tie on Michelin's robe and opened it. I reached inside with both my arms and encircled her naked body. I drew her close and kissed her. I thought she was going to swoon. She melted against me and said, "Oh Luke." I love it when a woman reacts to me that way. The monster loves it too. He began to swell. I knew I wouldn't need much more recovery time.

Michelin shrugged the robe from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. The candlelight enhanced the image of this already beautiful woman. For a second or two, I believed I was dreaming. I was afraid I would wake.

Suddenly Linda moved between us. She put her hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back a step. She said, "Make yourself a drink and sit there." She pointed to a stuffed chair positioned a few feet from the bed. She went on, "I want her first."

Linda turned to face Michelin and they kissed. It was unbelievable what the candlelight did for that picture. I stumbled away. It was very difficult to drag the monster with me. He was in no mood to leave them. I found my bottle and a glass. I snitched a couple pieces of ice from the cooler and made myself a double. I did all that without ever taking my eyes off the girls.

By now, the covers on the bed had been cast aside. Michelin was on her back and pressed so far into the down she was almost out of sight. Linda lay on top of her and they were kissing. They were also touching and stroking and feeling of each other in the most appropriate places. I found a proper vantage point. I saw Linda slide two of her fingers inside Michelin's pussy. Michelin responded by cooing and she began fucking Linda's hand.

Linda changed positions and bathed Michelin's nipples and breasts with her mouth. The monster was in a state of raging anticipation now. I told him he had to wait.

Linda's next movement put her in a position where she could tickle Michelins love button with her tongue. Mini-orgasms were flowing through Michelin's body. She visibly jerked each time one hit her. I saw her have five. Linda sucked the clit into her mouth and her fingers must have been touching the sweet spot. Michelin screamed, "YES, YES, OH GOD YES, ye-e-e-s-s-s-s-s." I saw her reach her peak and then start down. Linda kept up her efforts.

Michelin pulled Linda's face deeper into her crotch and screamed, "Oh LINDA, MY DARLING LINDA. EAT ME. EAT MY POOR PUSSY. DON'T EVER STOP. I'M CUMMING AGAIN." She bucked violently into Linda's face and her vocalizations became low moans of pleasure as she came down from her high a second time. Linda kept eating her until she was relaxed and lying quietly. By the clock, only thirteen minutes had passed.

I wanted to stroke my cock but I was afraid. I was very excited. I would have lost it.

Linda motioned for me to join them. We sandwiched Michelin between us and held her while her breathing and heart rate came down closer to normal.

The cold air from the air conditioner carried her heat away and soon I felt Linda pull the covers over us about halfway.

At length, Linda whispered, "I want to go to Bobby."

I asked, "What?"

She said, "I want to go to Bobby's room."

Michelin said, "No Linda. Stay here with us. Bobby is asleep and he does need to rest. He is older than we are. Stay here. You will have more fun here with us.

Linda said, "Bobby touched my soul tonight when he said he was upset because I looked at Lancelot. That really moved me. I want to be near him before we go home. It will be too late by morning. Maybe he will cuddle with me. That will be enough."

Michelin remained quiet. Linda's comment had swayed her.

Linda asked, "May I go, Luke. I know the two of you want some time alone. I have seen the want in both of you all this week."

I was moved by what she had said. I didn't want to overthink the situation. I just said, "Yes."

Linda eased out of our bed and took the time to quickly shower and make herself sparkly for Bobby. Michelin snuggled close to me and we just lay there holding each other. I absent-mindedly toyed with her breasts.

I asked, "Do you remember our first night together?"

She answered, "Oh God yes. I remember the cold room and the warm bed. I remember the sound of rain on our windowpane. Most of all, I remember the first time you opened me and found your way inside me. I was so hot for you that my first orgasm with you started before your penetration was complete. I was embarrassed and tried to hide it."

I replied, "You weren't very successful."

She giggled and said, "I know. You were very successful as I remember. You gave me five orgasms that night."

She paused a few seconds and then said, "I know Linda must have tried to fuck you silly before I got here. That's why Bobby told me not to be here before three-thirty. I hope you have something left for me."

I put her hand on the monster. He stood at full attention. I said, "Linda got the easy one. You will get the best one."

She slid down in the bed and kissed the monster before she took him in her mouth. She sucked and licked him for a minute. The monster easily slid down her throat once before I stopped her. She came up and nestled into my shoulder. She was breathing hard. She had been holding her breath.

She said, "You taste of Linda. I love strawberries."

Linda came out of the bath wearing her robe and house shoes. She moved around the room gathering the things she would need for the morning. Butler or one of his people had laid out her clothes for tomorrow. When she had everything she came to me."

Linda asked, "Is it okay, Luke?"

I said, "Yes Baby. I am fine with it."

She kissed me deeply and said, "Thank you." She thanked Michelin and kissed her too.

Michelin said, "You won't have to wake him. His door is not locked, because I didn't have a key when I left. Bobby was already asleep." She continued, "You can set the latch once you are inside if you want."

As soon as Linda was gone, I rolled on top of Michelin. I dry fucked her for a minute while we kissed. She was excited and could feel her fluids escaping their confinement. I held and gently squeezed her breast but I moved to her center and sucked her clit into my mouth. The scent of orange blossoms filled my nostrils. Memories of that sweet smell flooded over me. The monster responded very well.

Her body jerked and shuddered as her first mini jolted her with pleasure. She whimpered and pulled me deeper into her vee. She held me there and her body rolled and pitched slightly as she fucked my face. I helped her cum. She said, "M-m-m-m-m. She was not as loud as she had been with Linda.

I remembered how easily she cums for me. Some of the naked lust I was feeling for her was being tempered in my mind. I was to the point where I just wanted to give her pleasure. My body was apologizing for ignoring her all week. Her slightest whimper was like a command to me. I helped her cum again. Her body was making up for lost time. She bucked into my face with jerky movements. She was a little bit out of control. She made whimpering sounds. They excited me and drew my best efforts.

She stopped thrusting but held me in place. I could breathe easily enough so I was willing to suck and lick her as long as she wanted.

The monster was in a different mood. His lust for her had not waned. In my mind, he demanded that his part in this play be enacted. I had no way to resist his demands. After all, they came of my need for her.

I finally crawled up her body and lay on top of her. I kissed her. My face was wet with pussy juice but she seemed not to notice or care. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and moaned. I felt her spread herself some. She arched her back and made her orange blossom scented pussy available to me. It was as if she was welcoming me.

I broke our kiss and raised myself high enough that I could focus on her eyes. Her eyes were open. She was staring into my soul. I held the monster in one hand and helped him find her entrance. She opened easily for me and I pushed his head past her portal. Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes widened slightly for a second. She maintained her focus and her silence.

I took a lot of time and very slowly filled her with a very hard cock. The monster was truly ready to do his part. She lay there quietly and stared into my eyes. Her mouth formed an O. Her eyes dilated but that might have been because of the dim light. I touched her cervix and paused. I was not completely inside her.

She whispered, "I want it all."

I withdrew and then pushed quickly and with some force. I bumped her cervix hard. It seemed to move aside and suddenly my penetration was complete. I was as deep in her as I had the length to go. She made a gurgling sound.

Her legs wrapped around me and held me in place. She whispered, "Oh Luke, don't move. I feel so full. Let me hold you here for a moment. You are always bigger, longer and harder than Bobby is. I have been dreaming of this. I want you to fuck me hard. Make my little pussy sore like you did the last time. You won't injure me but I need you to hurt me.

She was talking too much. I stuffed my tongue in her mouth to shut her up. She relaxed her hold on me and I fucked her hard. I fucked her very hard. I knew I was hurting her. I didn't care, she had asked for it. I fucked her hard right through her third orgasm. It only took a minute or two. She cums so easily for me. I successfully held myself in check.

I was already planning her next orgasm. I wanted to give her some time and let her calm down. I wanted to start completely over with her and take her even higher. I wanted to hurt her a little bit and I wanted to make her very sore. Those thoughts scared me. I didn't usually have thoughts like that.

We spooned. I held her that way until we cooled off. The raggedness in her breath had subsided and her proper heart rhythm had returned. I thought she might fall asleep. I wasn't ready for that. I rubbed the monster against her ass. He was still at ninety percent and in a holding pattern.

She wiggled her butt against him and asked, "Would you like to bugger me?" We have talked of this before and I know she enjoys giving herself to Bobby that way occasionally.

I answered her. I said, "I'm not into that Michelin."

She let out a long breath that she had been holding. She turned over in my arms and pressed her still wet pussy against the monster. She said, "I know but I keep hoping that you will come around." She held the monster in her hand and stroked him gently. She giggled and said, "It's okay. You have other redeeming qualities." She kissed my lips softly and then tried to squirm out of my arms.

I held her in place. She whispered, "I have to get up." I let her go. She went to the bathroom and shut the door. With the door closed, you can't hear what's going on. The walls are of stone and thick. The doors are massive and made from oak. They look like they belong in a castle somewhere.

She returned about ten minutes later with a warm wet cloth and a towel. She proceeded to bathe me in the bed. She seemed to enjoy her endeavor so I let her do it. I damn sure enjoyed it.

We sat naked in the bed and fed each other from one of the fruit plates. We shared a Coke. I thought about stuffing her pussy full of grapes and melon chunks. I wanted to fish them out with my tongue.

In a moment and without warning I asked, "Do you really enjoy being buggered?"

She said, "That word doesn't fit well in your mouth. Does it?"

I chuckled and said, "When I say that word, I am thinking butt fucking."

She giggled and asked, "Do you want me to tell you my true feelings on the subject?"

I nodded.

She said, "I have never had an American lover before. I know that buggery is not practiced there as prevalently as it is here. I understand that it is most often thought of as an interaction between homosexual men in your country. Bobby is the only man who has had me that way. You are the only lover that I have ever had that didn't want me that way. I think of it as a normal sex act with Bobby. It is a way for me to show my submission to his wants. I love him." She paused and then said, "I do enjoy it. I enjoy it very much and I would like to do it with you."

I didn't respond.

She waited and then said, "Linda wants you to bugger her."

I said, "I know."

She said, "I know you put women on a pedestal, Luke. You believe that we should always be clean and sparkly." A second later she said, "We really like to be very nasty sometimes." She giggled. We let the subject drop.

I put the plate aside and asked, "What shall we do now my special friend with benefits." I was trying to lighten the conversation.

She giggled and asked, "Is that the way you think of me? I am proud to be your special friend but I think of you and me as more than that. We are illicit lovers who should be hiding in the dark. I never thought I could have an open marriage and a relationship like the one we have. The relationship is special. I want to be your illicit lover. I want you to be my rake."

I asked, "What shall we do now my illicit lover. We have candlelight but we can hide in the dark under the covers if you like."

She giggled. I love the music of her accented giggles. She asked, "Am I still to be truthful?"

I said, "Only as truthful as you want."

She looked down at the bed and then up into my eyes. She blushed. She said, "This would be a good time for me to pay my debt." She could have let it go at that. I knew what she meant. She really likes to talk. She continued, "I want to suck your cock. I want to lick it, suck it and play with your balls until you are as hard as iron. Then I want you to throat fuck me until you lose control and give me all your cum. You taught me how to do that. I want to show how good I have become and I want to do it right now." Her use of dirty language is something special between us. She would never let anyone else hear her speak that way.

I said, "I have thought about that. I would like to save that until we are in the shower tomorrow morning. That will be the most beautiful last memory of this trip for me to take home." I stood and started for the bathroom. I said over my shoulder. "Wait for me. I have a better idea."

I took a leak and tried not to think about what was about to happen. I took a couple minutes to wash my face and hands. I had made the decision. Now, I was going to carry it out. I returned to the bed with a bottle of liquid soap. Bobby had told me that lubrication was the key.

I manhandled Michelin into position and worked a bunch of the soap into the star-shaped pucker of her bunghole."

She said, "I haven't prepared myself, Luke."

I replied, "We are about to be very nasty. We don't have a condom. I'm probably going to get some shit on my stick."

She became quiet and let me have my way. I lubed the monster with a good glob of the soap until it was dripping off him like honey drips from a spoon. I guided his head to her rosebud and pushed. She helped. She relaxed and pushed back. She had done this before. The head of my cock popped in. It had passed easily through the tight ring of her sphincter muscle. I paused there. It was a weird feeling for me. My cock had never experienced anything so tight.

Michelin was humping back against me. She was trying to get more of me inside her. I liked her enthusiasm. I helped and another inch of my shaft disappeared. She said, "I can take it all, Luke. Go slowly until you're in all the way. Then if you fuck me hard I will cum for you."

I shoved a bit harder. Michelin was on all fours. She offered some resistance to my thrust and the monster slid right in, to the hilt. I followed instinct. I pulled some of the way out and stroked her slowly four or five times. I was in a very tight place but I had made her very slippery.

Michelin said, "Yes Luke. You can go faster now. Fuck me harder."

I did as she asked. In another minute, I had lost all inhibition. I was fucking her for my own reward now. I was approaching the edge quickly. I knew I couldn't control myself. I gave up the will to control myself. I fucked her harder.

She lifted her right hand from the mattress and stuffed two of her fingers into her pussy. They seemed to touch my cock. She was finger fucking herself and madly rubbing her clit. She screamed, "Hurt me, Luke." I lost it. I consciously tried not to hurt her but I was feeling no real resistance inside her so I fucked her hard enough to get to where I wanted to be.

I came hard. Michelin came with me when I fell over the edge. Linda had emptied me only an hour earlier so my spasms were mostly dry. Still, they were very powerful. I was highly excited. My cock throbbed mightily inside her.

We went mystical. This had never happened with any woman except Linda. Linda and I together had gone mystical with Barbara Porter during a threesome once.

This time it only lasted a few seconds. Michelin and I were together, holding hands. We were watching ourselves from somewhere up high. My cock was pounding in and out of her ass. Michelin said, "I won't tell Linda until you take her this way."

It was over. Michelin collapsed under me. I pulled my dick out of her ass and rolled to my back. I checked. There was a bit of shit on my stick. I found it funny for some reason. I thought, "You nasty son-of-a-bitch."

I retrieved the wet cloth and towel from earlier and cleaned myself as best I could. The residual soap started to foam. That really struck my funny bone. Even the monster was laughing but not out loud.

I rose to my elbow and looked at the motionless woman beside me. Her asshole was gaping open. I had never seen anything like that. I didn't see any shit but I tried to wipe some of the soap off her anyway.

I heard her giggle. She said, "Damn Luke. You really did get nasty." A moment later she said, "Give me a few minutes then come to wash my back. She slipped out of my bed.

We busied ourselves with the mechanics of bathing each other. There was no hanky-panky and very little conversation. I think she was in a mild state of shock. I know I was. She paid special attention to the monster and cleaned him very well. That was embarrassing for me. I could have described my cock as soft, flaccid, limp, used-up or impotent. Seeing it lie in the hands of this beautiful woman in this condition of helplessness is something no man should have to endure.

I took her back to bed and pulled her into a spoon. She was quiet and felt stiff my arms. I was quiet too. There was no talk. After a few minutes, I started to feel silly about the situation. I would have made some sort of wisecrack but Michelin broke the ice first.