Michael s Weekend of Destiny
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MICHAEL R. THOMASChapter 127 free porn video
Everyone laughed at that as we reached the lobby. Everyone else had thought of eating as well, but we found the Prefontayne sisters sitting alone at a table. Joan got up and asked us to join them.
Peter pulled a chair away for me and I got between Jennifer and JenJen. Déjà vu, perhaps?
“Michael, put that away, please?” my wife said to me.
“Sorry,” I said closing my laptop. “I’m working on next year’s Tour. There’s a lot to do.”
“Give me your laptop, right now?” she said. Giggles abounded from all around. I did, pulling her to get a kiss.
“Sorry honey,” I said realizing everyone had ordered. “Eight eggs scrambled, a double order of crisp bacon and a big stack of eight pancakes please?”
She smiled, wrote it down, and left. My wife got out my pills.
“You still eat that much every morning?” JenJen wondered.
“Michael uses a lot of energy during his day,” Joan said with Anna nodding as well.
We got our food, and my pile of eggs was rather tall, but I do have a healthy metabolism. I jumped right into it, as did everyone else.
After we were all done, Peter asked, “What now -- you guys doing anything special today?”
“When Michael eats like this, we usually have a nap together, then find something to do,” my gorgeous lady said.
“There is a ‘Things to Do’ list I saw in the room,” Peter said. “We can check that out and maybe go out somewhere together.”
“Sounds good to me, but since I didn’t get much rest on the bus trip, because I was thinking about what kinds of music these Prefontayne Sisters could sing, I’m more than just a little tired. Give me a few hours of rest, then we can decide something.”
“He really loved your singing,” Jennifer said to the four young ladies. “Look up the Lennon Sisters on your phones or laptop and listen to the music they sang. That’s what Michael was saying to me. See you later.”
She got up and got me away from the table and we left them all there.
“My laptop, please?” I asked.
She went back to get it from under her chair.
“I’m sorry, Hubby?”
“What for?”
“Sounding so demanding like that.”
“I don’t mind, it got me hard ... check for yourself?”
After checking she said, “What are you -- some kind of sado-masochist?”
“I can be whatever you want me to be as long as you will always be by my side,” I said.
“So now ... you are a romantic sado-masochist?”
“Is there any other kind?” I said pulling her on my lap after getting in the elevator.
Back in the room, I stepped out of the chair and stripped naked and got in the bed behind my naked wife. With some deliberation, I got my dick in her butt. “Naughty boy,” she said.
I had hold of her tits from behind and ever so slowly, I was butt fucking my wife. Being so focused, I didn’t hear our roommates come in right away.
“That looks like fun,” JenJen said. “Petey, would you fuck my butt please?”
“Pardon us for not getting up,” I said. Jennifer was starting to moan a bit, but giggled nonetheless.
“Focus on me, Michael ... or I won’t let you cum in Mrs. Chapman later.”
“Don’t worry baby, you know I love you. Hold on tight ... I’m about to cum in your ass. Hmmm ... Mmmmm ... Mmmph. Here I cum ready or not?”
“Fill me up ... oh Michael ... fill my ass ... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh godddddd-damn, that feels so good.”
“Wow, that was hot.” Peter said. “I have never heard Jennifer curse before.”
“Put that tongue back up my pussy Petey,” his wife said to him.
I looked over and saw her breasts wobbling back and forth as I stopped my thrusting. “Why did you stop, does your leg hurt, Michael?”
“NO ... sorry, I had to look over and watch our room companions.”
“Does that mean, you miss me, stud?” JenJen said.
“Maybe, but whatever we do, has to be consensual to everybody.”
“I’m good with that,” Peter said. “How about you, Mrs. Thomas?”
“Peter, later tonight after dinner, you have a date,” my wife said.
A few minutes later Mrs. Chapman said. “Come on Hubbie, fuck me ... fuck me hard.”
Instead of being voyeurs, I pulled out of my wife and we went to the shower. We had some fun, I sucked on her bounteous nipples enjoying it a lot.
“Careful, Michael. I know you can’t wait to play with her bazookas, but wait until later, please?”
“Sorry, wife...”
We finished, dressed and left while they were still going at it.
As we reached the foyer, I saw the concierge and asked Jenn to take me to him.
“Yes, Mr. Thomas, what can I do for you?”
“You know me?”
“I know everything, Master Thomas. Do you need a reservation somewhere, or perhaps a recommendation for something to do in our fair city?”
“The latter, please. We have an evening to ourselves before we perform at the Georgia Dome tomorrow night. We have never been here before with time on our hands. What do you suggest?”
Without looking down at anything, he said, “There is a performance at the Medieval Times Dinner and Entertainment in one hour. Have you been to one of those before?”
“I thought they were only in Las Vegas,” Jennifer remarked.
“Mrs. Thomas, there are nine of them throughout the United States proper, including Atlanta. I can get you into ours in time if you don’t mind hurrying a bit,” he said.
“They can accommodate us?” I asked putting my hand on my chair.
“Certainly, Sir.”
“What do you think Milady?” I asked my girl.
“It seems we can get there Joust in time,” she said making our gentleman snicker, “Sure.”
He picked up a phone and two minutes later a hotel shuttle came by and we were on our way.
We were dropped off at the Atlanta Castle, arriving and paying for a pair of premium seats. Why not? We followed a wench and saw Stuart and Princess sitting alone and waving at us. I asked if we could sit with them and it was indeed OK.
Princess’ volatile looking red hair was up and looked fabulous, as did Mr. Holland. She must have given him a haircut.
“Great minds think alike, don’t they Michael?” he said to me.
“Yes, they do, Stuart. Your lady looks stunning this evening!”
“As does yours. We may have the most desirable looking women in the entire facility by our sides, don’t you think?”
“That is quite correct. Have you been to one of these before?” I asked Stuart.
“Yes, in Chicago a few years back, before I had met you, Michael. You are in for quite a treat.”
A server who looked a lot like Nikki from Hooters came to us and said, “I will be your wench tonight, young sirs. Whatever you need, I can provide. I’m Caroline. Are you not of the Gold Standard Society?”
“Yes, wench ... I’m Lord Michael of Vincennes, this is my mate, Jennifer of Vincennes, while the flame haired beauty is my sister Isabel of Vincennes...”
“ ... And I’m Lord Stuart of Bismarck,” Stuart said joining in the game.
She bowed ... low, then left giving us all a nice view, at least for Stu and me.
“She certainly is beautiful, don’t you think, Lord Michael?” Jenn said.
“She is bounteous indeed, but thou art my wife. No woman dare be more beautiful than thou, my dear,” I said with a kiss.
“The flame in my heart, is as great as is the color of thy tresses,” Stu said to Princess. That got him a very nice kiss.
Wench Caroline came out with our foodstuffs, Oven roasted chicken, Garlic bread, tomato bisque soup, herb-roasted potato, spareribs, a pastry and the non-alcoholic beverage of our choice.
Princess gave a giggle when she found out we got no utensils and must eat with our hands. Fifteen minutes into our meal the show began.
The girls oohed and awed over the knights, while I thought the horses were beautiful. Everything, the food, the atmosphere, the wenches all added to the complete belief that you were back in medieval times! A very convincing bit of theatre. It even made me think of my Camelot Theme Park.
Around two hours later, all of our senses had been assaulted and assuaged and it was over, and I gave wench Caroline a tip sliding it in between her hefty chest. She watched me do it and smiled at me.
We had been recognized and were asked for our autographs, which we gladly did, even Stuart. That’s the same kind of feeling I’m hoping we give our audiences from night to night.
“Where are you going to next?” Princess asked me.
“Back to the hotel,” I said. “We have a late-night date with the Chapmans.”
“Ooohhh,” Princess said, “Is there room for two more?”
“Annabelle, let’s leave them alone, please? I really want some more time alone with you,” Stuart said.
“Go ahead, you guys. I guess we’re not quite done with our evening,” Princess said.
Our shuttle was back out in front of the Castle, and we got inside it. That’s some kind of service.
We were dropped off and found Peter and JenJen in the foyer, apparently waiting for us.
“Where did you two go off to?” she asked us.
“Medieval Times at the Castle,” Jennifer answered. “Michael, why don’t you contact them to put one of their castles in Vincennes?”
“They already have one in Chicago, I thought of that myself. I suppose it won’t hurt to call and ask,” I said. “What did you guys do for dinner?”
Peter was quick to say, “We found an Italian place called Gio’s Chicken Amalfitano that had roasted chicken meals that were amazing.”
“We both got the Sorrento Chicken,” JenJen said, “And it was the best tasting chicken in my entire life. I can think of only one or two things tastier than that, and they are both in front of me right now.”
“That might be an understatement,” my wife said to his. “I like being tasted just as much as my hubby does.”
“Oh my!” Peter said rubbing his hands together with glee.
Mrs. Thomas pulled Mr. Chapman to his feet, and JenJen got up to get behind my chair and said, “You may really need this again when I’m through with you, Loverboy.”
Up in the room, I got out of the chair and we got it out of the way. Everyone was stripping except me.
“What’s going on, Michael?” Peter said.
“I need to say something first,” I said.
“What’s that, Honey?” my wife said already down to her bra and panties.
“This can’t change anything. Despite my history with your wife, Peter, and things in general, this has to be a one-off thing between the four of us. I will not continue unless and until everyone agrees with this.”
“I don’t have a problem with that,” Peter was quick to say.
“Neither do I,” Jennifer said.
All eyes turned to JenJen, who was naked, “I promise as long as I can have both boys in my pussy at the same time.”
“Me too,” Jennifer said stripping naked in the process.
“Come on Michael,” Peter said, “I can’t handle both of these ladies without you.”
Both ladies approached me beginning to take my clothes off. My wife took off my shirts and my zipper was down and the hand of the former Miss Stapleton went inside, “Oooh, he feels even bigger than before.”
I decided that I was all in on this and unbuckled my belt and pants dropping them and stepped out of them. I had my boxers pulled down and JenJen pushed me on my back on my own bed.
Peter, in a bout of manliness, picked up my wife and lay her softly on his bed. She was giggling.
Naked and gorgeous, Jennifer Chapman was crawling up on the bed running her soft and beautiful hands up and down my legs. My responding in kind caused her to say, “Hello there, big fella ... remember me?”
“OH MY GOD!” came from the other bed. Peter was making his mark on my wife’s pussy with his mouth.
I looked back down to see my erection going in the mouth of my evening’s partner. Her skills have only gotten better and I felt the beginnings of an eructation. I was going to surprise her.
I felt her hands on my balls, making me aware that she wanted the first load in her mouth. Her subtle squeezing while she was doing something with her tongue I never felt before caused it to happen.
“Awww, oh shit, awww, oh god,” and I was blowing deep down her throat as her eyes met mine. Oh, dear god ... I have still got it bad for her, but this has got to be a one-off.
With my mother’s consent, I went out sans wheelchair. I got a wild set of applause, but I still sat at my synthesizer, because Peter and Charles were becoming so well liked. They ran the Broadway half of the evening, and I took over for the contemporary music of the evening, no matter which came first.
They came out in their white shirts and started right up.
“Did you see him, Pete?”
“Who?”
“Michael ... he’s finally out of his wheelchair. I heard his mommy said it was OK for him to walk by himself.”
That got a fabulous laugh, including from members of the orchestra.
“Did he laugh at that or am I next on the list of the ‘M.M.O.T.G.S.S?’”
“What’s that?” Peter said.
“The Missing Members of the Gold Standard Society,” he said. Some in the orchestra laughed.
“What are you talking about, Charles?”
“Since I have been a member, I have noticed some people have left. Including, two boys, three girls and four adults.”
“There’s a rule ... you can’t be a member forever,” Peter said.
“Why not? You’re twenty years old ... and that’s really old.”
The audience laughed so hard at that.
Peter came back with, “The rule states that we can be a member until we turn eighteen, but if we decided to completely skip college ... we can add up to four years. I’m exercising that option.”
“And then, in two years, you will be leaving, and I will finally have this gig to myself!”
A final laugh as the lights went down, and I introduced myself, adding at the end, the cue word, “Hello.”
That started our orchestra, then the GSS to very solidly perform the eight–song set from the BOOK OF MORMON, then I got my turn. I had been listening to some ‘real’ LDS music to get a feeling for it and a few songs were quite beautiful. After finding the sheet music online, I decided to give one of them a try tonight. No one had yet heard me sing this. This is played at many Missionary Farewells. I first played the intro...
Dear Lord, who
blesses us with love
Please send this day
thy spirit from above
As this thy son,
accepts a call from thee
Help him we pray
to learn humility{br}
(Genny started playing with me, I forgot she’s a member of the LDS Church)
Direct his footsteps every day
And keep him ever
walking in thy ways
Inspire him as he
spreads the gospel plan
Lord, hold him in
the hollow of thy hand
In the hollow of thy hand
as he grows from boy to man
Help his understanding
deepen and increase
In the hollow of thy hand
as he grows from boy to man
Let him know the
special blessing of thy peace
Dear Lord, who hears
and answers prayers
Please keep thy servant
always in thy care
As he prepares to
teach his fellow men
Oh keep him safe and
bring him home again{br}
Protect him from
all worldly ways
And always send
thy spirit when he prays
Give him the courage
of a righteous man
Just hold him in
the hollow of thy hand{br}
(Jeff & Lily Bell came out to join me)
In the hollow of thy hand
as he grows from boy to man
Help his understanding
deepen and increase
In the hollow of thy hand
as he grows from boy to man
Let him know the special
blessing of thy peace{br}
In the hollow of thy hand
as he grows from boy to man
Help his understanding
deepen and increase
As he faces life’s demands
May he take a valiant stand
Give him shelter in
the hollow of thy hand
As the applause came down, I said, “On the violin was our marvelous Genny Schraeder who did not know I was going to play that ... Brava.”
The lights were lowered, I gave both Bells a big hug, then I introduced the crowd to Arendelle.
Just as everywhere else, every song was met with great applause. Of course, they all loved “Do You Want To Build A Snowman?” “Let It Go,” “In Summer” and both of Peter’s ‘Reindeer songs.’
We all went back to rest up for our intermission, and found some food for us, and a big hug from all the Bells.
Lily said, “Michael, you would be like ... the perfect missionary.”
Mike was quick to say, “He already is, just like my big brother, only they sing uplifting music for inspiration. Just like the Osmond’s have been doing for so long. It’s all positive exposure.”
“I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Michael,” he said giving another big hug.
Genny came over and said, “I’m sorry about that. I have known that song my whole life. I never thought I would hear it so beautifully performed.”
She followed that with a big hug as well.
Jennifer Chapman brought me a water to drink. “That song was very beautiful, Michael. You aren’t converting anytime soon, are you?”
“I broke many commandments just last night. Not any time soon Jen. For a final time, that was pretty awesome. Thank you.”
“I completely understand that. Being married changes things, doesn’t it. I asked Peter to do that so we could have one last time. He had been lusting for the former Miss Guthrie for some time, just never admitting it to anyone.”
“So, his dream turned into our orgy?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Thanks again. I’m still sore.”
“You wanted us both in the front door, if you remember correctly?”
“Once I saw how big you had gotten, I was worried if it would fit in my ass.”
“Excuse me boss -- five minutes. Sorry?”
“Jennifer, could you quietly get the word around, five minutes?”
“Stuart, I know you hear many things over my microphone.”
“Don’t worry, Michael. No one would believe me even If I did ever say anything. So, is Mrs. Chapman a new notch, or one of the previous eighteen?”
“Fair question, a previous tryst. I’m sending out the orchestra.”
“Last thing Boss, is it my imagination or is your singing voice getting a broader range? You’re singing songs that I thought had been out of your range.”
“I will check with my mom,” I said, adding “Thanks, I never knew you cared, Stuey.”
I finished the water, I waited twenty more seconds, then I went out to my spotlights to see my stool.
I called out my Serenaders, then started a piece of music from the fifties...
There’s a summer place
Where it may rain or storm
Yet I’m safe and warm
For within that summer place
Your arms reach out to me
And my heart is free from all care
For it knows
There are no gloomy skies
When seen through the eyes
Of those who are blessed with love
And the sweet secret of
A summer place
Is that it’s anywhere
When two people share
All their hopes
All their dreams
All their love
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