Wife Wants a Hall Pass

She was standing there in her white terrycloth robe with a big towel wrapped around her hair. She handed me a big fluffy towel and said, "Order us a pizza and pour me a glass of white wine. I'll dry my hair and be down in a few minutes." She stepped up and stood on her tip-toes to give me a peck on my chin. She also reached down and gave my cock a gentle squeeze. The monster was not hard, but he was hanging a little heavy now. I began to have hope.

I dried myself and rubbed the towel through my hair. I hit it with a blower and a brush for a few seconds. It would be dry on its own in ten minutes. I put my robe on, before I stepped out into our bedroom.

Linda was stripping the sheets off our bed. She did her little girl giggle, and said in her little girl voice, "These sheets are wet. We'll have to sleep in a guest room tonight."

I smiled at her and said, "As long as I get to sleep with the prettiest girl in the world, I don't give a damn which room we're in." Her smile lit up the whole room. I slipped my feet into my house shoes, went down and ordered the pizza.

I looked at the clock in the kitchen, a little after eight, it seemed earlier than that to me. We must have slept longer than I thought.

I opened her wine and set it aside to breathe, while I fixed myself a drink. I sat down to wait for her. Finally, I had time to think. "No panties. Pussy juice running down her legs. She's got some explaining to do.

She has done this to me before. Whenever, she has something to tell me that she doesn't want to talk about, she finds ways to put it off as long as she can.

"Maybe she and some of the girls went to a male strip club today. No, not enough time. Her appointment was at four, and she was home a little after five. She didn't leave here until after three. Hell, that's not enough time for her to get into any other kind of trouble." I told myself, "There's nothing to this. You're just letting your imagination run away with you. Oh well, she will tell me when she gets around to it."

I heard her start down the stairs, so I poured her wine. I handed it to her when she walked into the room. She took a sip, said, "Thanks," and set the glass on the island top. She was carrying the sheets under her arm and walked on through to the utility room to dump them off. When she got back she picked up her drink and took my arm. I was led out to the patio. We sat at the round table. The last glow of the sunset could still be seen on the western horizon. It was nice just to sit there and hold her hand.

The gate chime went off. I got up and went in to open it for the pizza guy. I got thirty dollars from the kitchen stash, retrieved two dinner plates from the cabinet, filled a couple glasses with water and took them to the patio.

The pizza guy drove up to the gate in the back fence. He had been here before. If we hadn't been on the patio he would have come to the kitchen door. I handed him the full thirty dollars and he said, "Thank you, Sir." Its ten miles from his shop; a twenty-dollar tip was not excessive.

I took the pizza and said, "Thank you, have a safe trip back." He turned and left.

I put the pizza on the table, opened the box, put a slice on each plate and handed one to Linda. The toppings were Canadian bacon and pineapple. It was still hot.

Linda said, "I'm famished, thank you it really looks good."

We ate as much as we wanted. I kicked back from the table and asked Linda if she wanted another glass of wine. She nodded, so I went in, poured her glass full and made myself another drink.

We sat and drank in silence for a while. The sun was gone now and the sky became dark. "The stars at night are big and bright, boom, boom, boom, boom, deep in the heart of Texas," blew through my mind.

I broke the silence. "Linda," I said, "Did you wear panties to work earlier today?"

She giggled, as she does, and said, "Of course, I always were panties to work. What would make you ask such a question?"

"Well, my young and vibrant wife," I said, "When you arrived home, less than two hours later, you weren't wearing them. Can you please explain that to your overly curious husband?"

Her laugh is music to my ears, and she knows it. She laughed. "Oh, you noticed?" Well, my curious darling, the explanation is really quite simple. They got so wet they were uncomfortable to wear, so I took them off, put them in a baggie and they are in my purse."

"OK, that explains that. Now, please explain why they got so wet. I also noticed that."

"That is really what I want to talk to you about," She said. She sat there silently looking at me for a long moment. The giggles, laughs and mocking endearments were all gone. A solidly serious look fell over her face.

I said, "OK, Little One." I picked up her hand and held it between both of mine. "Spit it out, and we can get this over with."

She paused for some time without saying anything. Her beautiful green eyes welled up, and I noticed a slight quiver in her lower lip. Linda is a very emotional woman. Although she has tried, she has never learned to hide it very well. This reaction scared the hell out of me.

Finally she said, "No." She hesitated, and then went on. "I'm not ready yet. I want to just sit here with you for now. I want you to hold my hand and be quiet, so I can think. When it is time I want you to take me to bed and spoon with me. I always feel so safe when you hold me. We'll see what happens late in the night or early tomorrow morning." She smiled half-heartedly and said, "You know, you still owe me one more big bang,"

I nodded and replied, "OK Baby, we will do it your way, but you know you are scaring me to death."

"Don't be scared, Luke. Nothing bad has happened and nothing bad is going to happen. I just have a problem I can't handle by myself. You always make the hard decisions, so I'm going to dump it in your lap. That's why I keep you around." She tried to smile, but couldn't make it happen.

I moved my chair closer to hers. I took her hand and held it in my lap with one of mine. We sat there together. I was glad for the quiet. I was thankful for the starry night. The cool evening breeze was too nice. I sipped my whiskey. I had some thinking of my own to do. Her last statement made me feel a little better. Still, I'd never seen her this disturbed before.

Once she bought a new car and paid for it with a company check, without my knowledge. It was a little red two-seater. A Fiat Spider, if memory serves. One of her girlfriends had one. When Linda saw it she wanted one too, so the friend drove her to the dealership. Linda was introduced to the salesman that had sold the friend's car. The owner of the dealership was a buddy of mine, it's a small town. He was informed that Linda was in his store. Naturally he decided to serve her personally. Not because he is my friend, but because she is so damn pretty.

Every salesman in the building was probably in orbit around her by this time. Any one of them would have given her a car if she had batted her eyelashes and asked for it.

The owner hugged her and asked what color she wanted. She said red on the outside and tan on the inside. He had one on the lot. She looked at it and told him to write it up. He told the salesman to send the car to make ready and start the paper work. The salesman asked about financing. Linda told him she would write a check if that were ok. The owner told him to write it up that way.

He then took Linda and her girlfriend to his office and gave them both a glass of wine. The deal was ready for signatures and check writing in forty-five minutes. When they checked her account, they found she was a little short. She was embarrassed, after everyone had been so nice. The owner told her to take the car and she could pay for it the next time she was close by. Linda wouldn't do that. She whipped out the company check she carries for emergencies and paid for the car. She worried and put off talking to me about it for two weeks. I found out about it three days after it happened, but I just let her stew. I don't know why she thought it was such a big deal. Hell, she owns half the company. Texas is a community property state."

Ah hour and a half passed. My mind wandered, and I thought about a thousand things. I was no better off mentally than I was when I started. What could make her that wet?

Linda squeezed my hand and said, "Take me to bed, Luke."

I thought, "It's OK, Luke. Take her to bed, fuck her brains out and make her cum all over herself. She will have to talk then. She promised. I hope the monster is up to it." I kissed her on the cheek and took her to the guest room in the pool house. It has a king bed and a huge skylight that would let the nighttime sky in.

She kicked off her slippers and shed the robe. She walked naked before me in the semi darkness. For an instant her beautiful body was silhouetted by the light from the small nightlight in the hallway that led to the bath. The monster stirred.

I got naked and crawled in bed with her. She lay on her left side and drew her knees up. I slipped in behind her using my right arm to draw her near me. Just like magic we were stacked like two spoons in a drawer.

My cock started to swell. I was losing my performance anxiety. The monster was recovering nicely from our earlier tryst. I found her left breast in my right hand, and wondered, "How did that happen?" I tweaked the nipple.

"Not now, Luke," She whispered. Please, just hold me." Her hand came up to hold my hand lightly on her breast.

"I guess, holding her tit is OK," I thought. In the world we share, no means no. I hear it so rarely that when I do hear it, I honor it.

It could have been five years since I heard it last. We were in a hammock next to a mountain lake in Colorado. It was broad daylight. There was a group of Boy Scouts camped on the other side, about two hundred yards away. We had caught them watching us through a telescope. I thought it would enhance their education if we put on a show for them. Linda didn't see it that way. The little voyeur bastards interfered with my love life that afternoon.

I decided it was going to be a long night. I ran the problem through my mind. "What could make her that wet? I didn't see how I could possibly sleep. I couldn't see how Linda could sleep either. Whatever was bothering her had her mind in great turmoil. I could see and feel it. If she wants me to, I'll lie here and hold her until the sun comes up one day next week. I really love this woman, and she is in trouble. If she is in trouble, we are in trouble. Whatever it is, I'll handle it. That's all she is asking. Yeah, I'm going to handle it. Really, it's as simple as that."

When I realized that, I relaxed and fell asleep.

Sometime later, it could have been late night or early morning, I had no way to tell. I was lying flat on my back. I could see the Pleiades Star Cluster, through the skylight in the ceiling. What were the directions to Never Land? Second star on the right and straight on till morning. I looked at the star and I could see my favorite pixie leaving a golden trail as she headed this way. She magically came through the Plexiglas lens of the skylight and came to a hover next to my ear. She said, "I came to play with the monster."

"Great, Tinker Bell, I'm glad to see you, and the monster will be happy too. Just have your way with him." I could feel her wings flutter against the monster's head. The air from her wing beats seemed to fan and cool him. Next I felt her wrap her arms and legs around his shaft just below the head. It was wonderful. She let herself slide down the entire length, right to my pubic bone. She left a trail of moisture the whole way. She was wet just like Linda. She took to the air again and flew to the top. The cool blast from her wings made goose bumps on the monster, now that he was wet. She kissed his one eye and made him shiver as she left. She was hovering in front of my face now. She was naked.

"Damn, that's one beautiful pixie," I thought.

"Luke," she said, "Are you awake?"

I chuckled and answered, "I don't think so."

She said, "I came to make love to you. I thought I could handle the monster, but he is too big."

Tinker Bell is the only woman in my whole life that ever told me the monster was too big.

I'm going to ask Peter if he has magic to make me bigger. If he does, I'll be back," she said. With that, she flew up through the skylight then paused and turned back. She blew me a kiss and set her course for the second star on the right. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, wiggled her cute little bottom and flew away. I knew it would take her till morning to get there.

There was nothing left but a little bit of golden pixie dust sifting down out of the air. I whispered, "Hurry back Little One, I can hardly wait."

Sometimes I call Linda, Little One. Sometimes Linda looks like a pixie to me.

I felt a puff of cool air on the monster and thought, "Tinker Bell is back. She must have used magic to make the trip quicker."

My eyes fluttered open, as I awoke. I raised my head to see what was going on with the monster. He was standing at rigid attention and sticking straight up into the air. Well, seven inches up. Linda was up on her knees, holding him in her hand. She started at my balls and licked him all the way up. After licking his head she blew a puff of her breath on him. He shivered. She giggled.

The head and a couple inches of the shaft slipped into her mouth. I could feel her sucking and licking it with her tongue. She pumped a couple of times and it sunk in a little more each time. Finally it touched the back of her throat. She swallowed, and the whole damn thing disappeared. She sucked with varying pressure and moved him in and out a little. She was literally fucking me with her throat. "Damn, I love this woman," I thought.

Sometimes she took me to completion this way. When she did, all of my semen went to her stomach. There was never the smell or taste of it in her mouth. That was not going to happen now, though. She was just getting me hard; I knew what was coming next. I loved it.

She sensed when I came to close to the edge. She didn't want me to cum. She let him escape, kissed his head, blew a puff air on him and giggled. She was having almost as much fun as I was. She let me come down a little then asked, "Do you want some more of that?"

"Hell yes."

She instantly swallowed him again but only for a little while. This time when she let him out, she licked him again and left some extra saliva on him. She jacked him twice with her hand to make sure he was good and hard. One of her knees swung over me and she aligned the monster with her entry. She leaned her body forward and laid her beautiful boobs on my chest. Her tongue parted my lips, found its way into my mouth and felt its way along my teeth. She slowly impaled her body on my rigid cock, a fraction of an inch at a time. The feeling was unbelievable when she did this. She felt really tight and was not nearly as sloppy wet as she was earlier.

I held her bottom in both hands and pulled her down hard on me. When we bottomed out, I held her there. Doggy style is her favorite position; this is mine.

I broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you, Linda."

She said, "S-h-h-h-h."

Movement started a few minutes later. She liked to do about a half stroke with a tight, slow, circular motion. Her pussy seemed to clinch me as she did it. It was like being fucked by a machine. She would bring me to the brink of orgasm, then back off and let me come down a bit. She would vary her technique and bring me to the brink again. Her control was amazing. She could keep me hard and on the edge for hours if she wanted to.

Then she could push me over the edge and jump in after me. This method of our lovemaking had been refined to a state of the art. She almost always made us cum together. It was my favorite position. She did all the work. She calls it her, "I'm going to love you forever fuck." I'm going to love her forever.

She took one of her pauses to allow me to back off a bit. She came all the way down on me and ceased all motion. I was in heaven. I heard her whispering in my ear, "I fell in love with you when I was fourteen years old." The movement started again.

I remembered. When she was fourteen I was seventeen, a senior in high school. She was a freshman. I guess she had just started to reach puberty. She was skinny and gangly. Her feminine features hadn't developed yet. She had a funny face, a flat bottom, and her breasts were just little bumps. I was dating and having some success with the older girls. I didn't see her as dating material. My dumb ass brain couldn't recognize the diamond in the rough.

My cock twitched.

She seated the monster completely inside her and the motion stopped.

I stepped back from the edge.

We repeated the cycle several times. During another pause, she was whispering again. "I gave you my virginity when I was nineteen."

I whispered back, "Did I ever say, thank you?" I remembered that night. It would have happened sooner, but I had been out of the country for most of two years, serving in the military. That was close to twenty years ago.

Movement again. Four more cycles, each a little different; each equally wonderful. I'd been on the edge for over an hour now.

The stars in the skylight were getting harder to see. The sky was not as dark as it had been.

She was in my ear again, "I love you now, more than ever."

I answered, "I'm glad."

Two more cycles. "I will always love you," she said, "forever and ever."

Her movements were a little different this time. Her pussy was milking me. The stroke was longer and more intense. Her position had changed, so the monster was assaulting her sweet spot. She was going to let me cum this time. She was preparing herself to follow me over the edge. This lady really knows how to fuck.

I told her, "Here it comes Linda, I can't hold it baby." I started thrusting into her.

She said, "Hold still Luke, let me do this."

I tried to be still, avoiding interfering with her rhythm. I was not totally successful. My orgasm started. The first eruption slammed into her.

She was screaming by now, "I CAN FEEL YOU LUKE. FILL ME UP. I'M CUMMING, I'M C-U-U-M-M-M-M-M-M-I-I-I-N-N-N-G-G-G-G-G!!!! It's so good Luke, help me-e-e-e!!"

My body generated its next spasm. I couldn't be still. I thrust into her deeply.

Even in her throws of ecstasy, she maintained the proper mechanics to enhance my pleasure. When she felt my body's exertion, she held me deep inside and accepted my offering. Between spurts she pumped hard twice. The whole time her pussy was milking me. It felt like a child nursing a teat. This woman was one fine fuck.

My ejaculations kept going over and over again, but finally started to wane. Her orgasm continued another few seconds. I tried to help. She was thrusting forcefully and screaming in pleasure. I was glad she was enjoying my favorite position.

When it ended she was totally spent. After all, she had been working over an hour. I had just been lying here with my dick inside her enjoying the ride. She collapsed.

She was on top of me. I put my arms around her and held her. I was still inside her and still had a partial erection. I wanted to stay there as long as I could. I managed to catch my breath enough to whisper, "Thank you."

It took a few seconds, but she finally answered in her little girl voice, "You are quite welcome, Sir. Can we do it again?" There was a weak giggle. "That's number three."

"I hope Tinker bell doesn't get back today, I am used up," I thought. "I think I would disappoint her."

After a few minutes the monster lost his stiffness and slowly slipped out of Linda. A small portion of our combined juices dropped out into my pubic hair. I didn't care. I fell asleep, and I think she did too.