Wife Wants a Hall Pass

Being in bed with my Linda is a fabulous experience even when there is no sex involved. She snuggled her naked body up close to me and threw an arm and leg over me. She asked me to hold her while she slept. She faded into sleep easily, as she always does. I wondered if she was dreaming about Lancelot. I wondered what his sister would be like.

I slipped away to dreamland and dreamed about a young woman I had never met. In my dream, she was a very pretty ice princess of the north. She was a Viking Princess, complete with a sword and a shield. I knew that I could get around the shield. The smile on her face and her twinkling eyes told me she didn't intend to use the sword. It turned into a very nice dream. Even so, my dreams are never totally fulfilling. They never take me to completion as they did in my adolescence.

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Morning came. I came awake and realized that Linda was holding morning wood in her hands. She stroked me gently and my erection became more pronounced immediately. I thought, "Maybe a morning quickie is in order. There is no need to take our abstinence to the extreme."

I drew her to me and kissed her. I felt her body melt and form itself to me. As my tongue danced with hers, I let my hand roam over her body. I squeezed one of her breasts and touched an erect nipple. I let my hand drift down her flat belly until I touched her engorged pleasure button and then I found moisture at her point of entry. My plan was to make short work of our foreplay or abandon it altogether. I massaged her clit the tiniest bit. Her body squirmed against me and she cooed as a small bird would.

Suddenly, she broke our kiss. Her breath was coming in gasps. She tried to talk but couldn't. She physically removed my hand from her pussy and nestled her head into the hollow of my shoulder as she recovered. A minute later, I heard her giggle under her breath. She said, "We almost lost it, didn't we?"

I held her close but didn't answer her. I hadn't completely given up.

She said, "Our period of celibacy has evidently worked its magic. We are both ready for the party."

I put a finger under her chin and raised her face to mine. I brushed her lips with mine and recaptured a breast in my hand.

She giggled again but pushed my hand away and refused the kiss. She said, "No, Luke. I want to save it." I always have the option to force her. It wouldn't take much and she would submit to me. She would enjoy it and never complain later. That has happened in the past. This time, I knew it was time for me to give up.

Linda has told me no, less than ten times since I've known her and two of those times were before we had sex the first time. When she says no and I sense that she means it, I honor her wish. She always has a valid reason.

She snuggled back into my shoulder. She did allow me to put my hand on her ass and help her grind that sweet pussy into my thigh.

She whispered in my ear, "Hear my plan, Lover and don't interrupt. Tonight might be our last night in Scotland forever. There is a good chance that we will never come back. At the party, I want you to dance with the pretty girls and I will be a bit naughty with Lancelot. I want us both to be on edge when we return here afterward. I want to spend this night in this big soft bed with you. I want us to share the best, I-Will-Love-You-Forever, fuck that we have ever had. I want you to help me make it last all night. I want this night to remain in our memories forever. When we get on the plane tomorrow, I want to be so spent that I can curl up close to you and sleep the whole way home."

I replied, "That's a good plan." I kissed her. She accepted this kiss and didn't make me force her. I thought, "I need to rethink the hall pass I was going to give her. I think Sir Lancelot just got fucked, figuratively."

I didn't trust myself to shower with her. The force option was still in play and the monster was set on go. I gave her the bathroom and stayed in bed until I heard her crank up her hair dryer. I only played with myself a little bit.

We met with Michelin and Bobby. Cook made another wonderful breakfast for us. We all outlined our day. The girls were going to take the green TR3 to town. They were going to get their hair and nails done for the party. I wanted to spend some time with Uncle Artair. I wanted to take my car out for one more spin before Artair started preparing her for shipment.

The thought of Linda being naughty with Lancelot came to my mind and I remembered my dream of Lancelot's sister the Viking girl. Linda's comment about this possibly being our last night in Scotland forever came to mind.

Giving Linda a hall pass, came back to my thoughts. This could very well be her last opportunity to be with Lancelot. If she passed it up, would she regret it? I hate hard decisions but I've had to make a bunch of them in my lifetime. I knew how to do it. You make the decision, stick to your choice of action and put the problem behind you.

The hall pass tumbled over in my mind. I thought about the other side of the coin. I remembered Linda's plan and I remembered how good it had sounded to me. I thought, "When in doubt, procrastinate." That's what I did. I hate procrastination.

We finished breakfast. I flirted with Cook again and got my usual response from her. The little, old and grey woman has become special to me. The old adage says, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

The four of us walked to the main entrance of the house. The little green sports car sat under the porte-cochere in readiness for the girl's use. Uncle Artair was in attendance. He gave Michelin the speech about the car being ready in all respects. The top was up so that their new hairstyles would not be ruffled on the way home.

I helped Linda into the passenger's seat and buckled her in. Something seemed wrong. Then I realized that the passenger seat was on the left. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "I can't wait until tonight." The monster moved. The butterflies that I felt in my stomach would be another factor in the hall pass decision.

Uncle Artair received a peck on the cheek for helping Michelin into her seat. The girls drove away.

I asked, "Is it safe to let them go?"

Artair answered with a chuckle, "Michelin is a fine driver. I trained her myself." That small bit of information, made me feel better.

I asked, "Would it be possible for me to take Bobby for a ride in my car this morning?"

He said, "Sure. I knew you would want her today. She stands ready in my shop."

I asked, "Ready in all respects?"

He laughed and replied, "Yes Sir."

I put my arm around the old man's shoulders and we walked toward the garage with Bobby. I expressed my feelings of appreciation for his work on my car."

In his richest brogue, he said, "Da n't mention it, Luke. I enjoyed it. I was drunk most of the time." He shrugged my arm from around his shoulders and reclaimed some of his space. Public shows of emotion were not his thing. He became serious and asked, "Have you thought about a governor for your car?"

I replied, "I have. Tell me how it would work."

He answered, "Basically it is an ignition interrupter. A sensor connected to the speedometer cable would activate it. I could set it for any speed you choose. Five miles an hour before that speed four of the engine's cylinders would fail to receive an ignition spark. At the set speed, the other four cylinders would also lose their spark. The car would begin to decelerate. At ten miles an hour below the set speed, everything would come back online. One cylinder at a time would recover over a period of about ten seconds. The driver could then proceed at a safe speed."

We walked up to the car. I put my hand on the roll bar behind the driver's seat. I said, "That would be like gelding a prized thoroughbred stallion. Let's leave her the way she is."

Artair looked at me and chuckled. He said, "Somehow I knew you would see it that way." Then his eyes narrowed and he became very serious. He said, "Be sure you are damn careful about who sits behind the wheel."

I nodded and said, "I will Uncle."

He lightened his spirit and said, "It probably wouldn't matter. A klutz would kill himself at low speed in this car anyway. It makes too much power for a small sports car."

I asked, "Do you know about the party at the main house tonight?" Artair nodded and I continued. I would be honored if you were there and I would have you sit at our table. After all, you are family, Uncle."

He looked at me sideways and then glanced at Bobby. I saw Bobby nod imperceptibly. Artair asked, "Shall I bring a date?"

I answered, "Absolutely."

He asked, "What is the dress code?"

Bobby answered for me. He said, "It is formal."

That was the first I knew of that. I questioned Bobby with my eyes.

He said, "Don't worry Luke. Your clothes will be ready when it is time for you to dress. Linda knew to bring your tux. Butler has seen to its preparation.

Artair said, "I have one last question." He paused then asked, "Is there going to be hanky-panky around your table tonight?"

We all knew that Artair was aware of our previous hanky-panky. I hesitated long enough that Bobby thought I needed help. He answered for me by saying, "Time will tell Artair."

Artair seemed to be torn between a wish to attend our party and a desire not to break custom. At that moment, I understood that I had just asked him to step out of his class.

At length, Artair said, "I will attend and bring an escort. I will wear the tartan of Clan Campbell. I had rather sit at a table with people of my own cast. I would like to dance with Michelin and Linda at least once."

Social classes are for the most part ignored in Scotland since the end of WW II but the older people still feel more comfortable if the old etiquettes are observed to some extent. Of course, Artair is of the old school.

Bobby said, "I will see that it is so. It is settled, we will expect to see you and your consort around nine in the evening.

I took the keys in hand and then asked, "Would you like to drive Bobby?"

He replied, "Nay my friend. Artair has assured me that you are competent. I might ask to drive later if I think I can be comfortable with her.

I lowered myself into the driver's seat. Bobby and I were away. I drove as fast as I could and still remain at ease. The little car felt as if it were part of me now. She followed my commands almost before I knew I had given them and without conscious thought on my part. We were exceeding the speed limits by a good margin on the twisting road. I knew that I would be cited if I passed a cop. I didn't care. In my mind, I was flying Artair's Spitfire. I was saving England from the iron cross.

Without thinking, we found ourselves at the old airport. I think that subconsciously I wanted to give Bobby the opportunity to best my speed from the day before. He accepted the challenge. He drove through a run in each direction. His fastest speed was one, thirty-four. I took a turn in each direction and only beat him by one mile per hour. I was six miles off my best time. We decided that the reduced performance was because the top was down. I was proud of Bobby, the car and me.

We stopped for a break. Bobby fished a flask out of his pocket and took a big pull from it. He looked at me and grinned. He said, "You can't have any. You are driving."

I laughed and got out of the car. I opened the trunk just to see. There were a small ice chest and a pic-nick basket. The basket contained four of Cook's banger sandwiches and some American style corn chips. They were quite similar to Fritos, crispy and salty. The Ice chest contained a large bottle of water, a large bottle of cold tea and four bottles of Coca-Cola. I thought, "God bless Cook."

I took the chest and the basket and said, "Come with me big man."

Bobby got out of the car and followed me to where we could sit in the shade of a small tree that I didn't recognize. We sat in the short grass and leaned on the tree as we looked out over a shallow valley in front of us. I sat the basket on the ground on my side away from Bobby. I opened it and Bobby was trying to look over me to see what was inside.

I said, "You can't have any, you're drinking."

He replied, "Don't fuck with me Luke, I'm hungry." He reached over me and snagged a sandwich. I laughed.

I said, "Damn Bobby, we had breakfast less than two hours ago."

He replied, "When you are a poor boy in Scotland, you are hungry whenever the opportunity to eat arises." We laughed together. I pulled an ice-cold Coke from the chest and Bobby opted for tea. He drank it directly from the decanter.

After we ate, Bobby went back to whisky and I nursed my Coke. We both relaxed. The weather was perfect. The temperature was in the low seventies and there was the gentlest of breezes. In an otherwise clear, blue sky, a few small white cumulus clouds drifted by.

Bobby asked, "Have you made a decision on Linda's hall pass for the evening?"

I felt completely comfortable concerning his question. It was very personal in nature but it came from a friend. I answered him truthfully. I said, "I thought I had decided to give it to her. I know how much she wants to be with Eric. Then this morning she told me how much she was looking forward to us spending our last night in Scotland together in that big soft bed you have been allowing us to use." After a second, I added, "At that point, I decided, fuck Eric. I will keep her for myself."

I paused then continued, "I have thought about it more since then. There is a chance that she will never have another opportunity to be with him." I hesitated and then said, "Bobby, I want to tell you something of your relationship with my wife. Of course, this is from her side and shines no fault on either of you." I continued, "When the two of you first met, her attraction to you was very strong. We were not swingers then and she was afraid to ask me to allow her to be with you. She told you that I had said no but the truth was she never asked. I probably would have said no and given her a spanking." I chuckled. Bobby only listened.

I went on, "I know that nothing happened between you except for a few kisses. You both acted honorably, although I know that Linda was very weak in your presence. At any rate," I continued, "You came back to Scotland and she carried much regret for many years that she hadn't found a way to have you. That regret is why I found you for her and brought her here." I said, "I don't want her to have regret for not sleeping with Eric. Tonight could well be her last chance. I don't know what to do, my friend."

Bobby said, "We had two kisses, Luke. My attraction to her was very strong and I carried much of that same regret when I returned here. I have dreamed about those kisses a thousand times and I still have her in my dreams from time to time.

We were both quiet for a time. At length, he said, "This decision that you are having so much trouble with would be easy for me. Of course, that might be because I am on the outside looking in."

I sat up straighter and drank from my Coke. I responded, "Really? What would you do?"

He spoke without hesitation. He said, "I would take her to a most private place and give her the pass. That will shock her emotionally. Then I would explain to her your thoughts, just as you just explained them to me. Tell her that you want her to decide and you want her to do what she really wants to do. Don't make her believe that you don't care either way. She needs to know that you feel as though you have a dog in the hunt." He chuckled and said, "You used that phrase on me a few days ago. I like it." Then he said, "My point is, you don't need to cripple yourself by making her think you don't care. At the same time, the ball needs to be in play on her end of the field, so to speak."

I only needed a few seconds to know that he was right. I said, "That was so easy for you, wasn't it?" I paused and said, "That is exactly what I will do. It is the right thing to do. I would kiss you, Bobby, except that big red mustachio turns me off." I struck his arm playfully.

Another silent minute went by. Finally, Bobby said, "I have another personal question."

I said, "Go."

He asked, "What will you do if Linda decides to spend the night with Eric."

I answered him, "Truthfully, I don't think she will. I believe I will have her in my bed when the smoke clears this evening."

He asked again, "What will you do if Linda decides to spend the night with Eric?"

I answered, "I don't know." I haven't given it much thought. I think Linda would give me a pass for a free hunt."

Bobby asked, "What about Eric's sister?"

I answered, "That is a nice thought but you told me yourself that she is an ice princess. I doubt I would have much chance of success with her in one night."

He asked, "Would you pursue her?"

I said, "Yes, I would give it a shot."

He asked, "What would you do if that attempt failed?"

I said, "I don't know. What are you getting at?"

He said, "Okay, here it is. Michelin want's very much to spend a night in your bed. I have been thinking about it and I have come to realize that I have not been very considerate of her needs and wants. If you exhaust all other options, I have decided that I would give her a hall pass for tonight. This is your last night. None of us know when we will see each other again."

I said, "Bobby, don't set Michelin so low on the totem pole. If I can't have Linda tonight, I would rather be with Michelin than anyone." I had to tell him what a totem pole was.

He said, "Really?"

I said, "Hell yes, really." I paused and said, "Bobby, I have the same deep feelings for Michelin that you have for my Linda.

He said, "Really?"

I said, "Yes, really. If Linda decides to go home with Lancelot, I will choose Michelin above all others."

He asked, "Even above the ice princess?"

I answered, "Bobby, I have never met the ice princess. She would have to be something very special to outrank your Michelin in my mind." I paused and then said, "There is more going on in your mind Bobby. What is it?"

He looked at me and then cast his eyes out over the valley. He said, "I have promised her that I would allow her to go to you. I would have honored that promise repeatedly this week if I hadn't had the silly fears of harming her. The feelings I have when I think about the two of you are very strange. I don't feel jealousy and I don't feel overly possessive of her. You would think both of those things would torment me. I think our relationship with you and Linda transcends all that. I have more jealousy when I think of Linda being with Eric. I have no control over that. Linda belongs to you. I wish I would have advised you to send him packing."

There was a long pause but then he spoke again. He said, "If Michelin fulfills her need to be with you, maybe she won't look at other men. I am having trouble with that possibility. The thought of her being with someone other than me or you bring all the bad feelings to me." He reestablished eye contact and said, "I suffer when I think of it."

I thought for a minute and tried to find a way to help him. At length, I said, "The rules that Linda and I have adopted with our hall pass system protect us from the feelings you are describing. Either of us can say no to any proposal that the other brings. I try to temper that veto power. I find myself allowing myself to suffer a little to make Linda happy. I don't think it is wrong of her to want to enjoy herself as the beautiful woman she is. Her time with you made her very happy. I knew it would. That is why I let it happen. I experienced some jealousy during our last trip but in the end, it was worth it. If anything, Linda loves me more for allowing her to have you, not less."