Wife Wants a Hall Pass Ch. 54

I did manage to leave for home at my regular time. When I arrived, Linda still wasn't there. I had decided to tell her about Bobby. I dreaded my upcoming conversation with her, so I resolved to make it happen as soon as possible. I made myself a drink, opened a fresh bottle of Linda's wine, and left it to breathe in the refrigerator. I went to the den, kicked my boots off and made myself comfortable in my recliner.

I tuned to my favorite radio station. "Eye of the Tiger," was playing. It was the 1982 version by the band, "Survivor." I felt the lyrics fit into my situation.

"Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast

You trade your passion for glory

Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past

You must fight just to keep them alive"

I listened to the words and admittedly took them a bit out of context. The dreams of my past are all about Linda, and I will always fight to keep them alive. I thought, "What I am about to tell her, will hurt her. I can't protect her from everything but she will allow me to help her through this."

I met her when she came in from the garage. I offered her wine but she declined. She admitted that she had skipped her run this morning. She wanted to change into sweats and run before we had dinner.

I put off our talk and offered to make dinner while she was gone. She went upstairs to change and I started dragging things together in the kitchen. I found a package of frozen breakfast steaks in the freezer. They were from a Brangus steer that we had raised. They were cut half an inch thick and weighed in at six ounces each. I knew they would be good. I had three damn fine steak sandwiches almost ready by the time Linda returned.

She sat at the island in the kitchen and drank a glass of water before she took a sip of the wine I had set out for her. She watched me finish cooking and then we ate together. I put off talking about Bobby. I wanted to be holding her when I did that.

After we finished, she said, "I need a shower. Do you want to come and wash my back for me?" She helped me clean up the kitchen before we went upstairs.

We showered and then we decided to curl up together and watch a movie on the tube. We lay on our bed together and Linda thumbed through the channels. I procrastinated. She finally stumbled upon a movie called, "Ladyhawke." It had already started but we had only missed a minute of it. The introduction was still underway. It turned out to be a fantasy/love-story set in medieval times. It was a well-made movie and Linda got into it easily. It was right up her alley. I enjoyed it too. The good guys won and lived happily ever after.

Linda snuggled up closer to me. The room, as always was a bit cool. Linda's body warmth under our blankets made my world just right. She was comfortable too.

I gave us a few minutes to enjoy each other but then decided that the time had arrived to talk about Bobby. I said, "Sweetheart, I have something that I need to tell you. It's not good and I have been dreading this moment."

She rose up on her elbow and looked at me with the question in her eyes. I knew that I had her attention because her face was a mask of concern.

I continued, "Bobby is sick."

She paused for an instant and then said, "It's serious, isn't it?"

I plowed through it. I replied, "Yes Baby, it's lung cancer." Before she could grasp what I had said, I went on, "Michelin said that he is taking chemotherapy treatments and the doctors have said that there was a good chance his cancer would go into remission." I saw the tears well up in her eyes. She buried her face in my shoulder and I drew her nearer to me. I felt her begin to cry softly but there weren't any heavy sobs.

Ten or fifteen minutes passed. Linda rose up. She kissed my cheek and slipped out of bed. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. That meant she didn't want me to follow. I lay there and waited for her return.

She came back to me a few minutes later. She looked and seemed quite refreshed. I wondered, "How does she do that."

She crawled back in bed with me, curled up close and said, "Tell me everything you know."

I said, "Okay, that is my plan." I hesitated and then said, "Michelin's story about trying to get pregnant is true. Bobby has told her that he wants a little girl. The real reason he didn't want to see us is that he has lost quite a bit of weight and most of his hair. His treatments make him sick enough that he is bedridden about half the time. He is a vain man, Linda. He doesn't want you to see him in that condition. The hope is that his treatments will work and he will recover."

She sniffled and I acquired a tissue for her from our nightstand. She said, "I want you to take me to him right now."

I answered, "I want you to think about that but if it is actually what you want we can leave Saturday."

She was quiet for a moment and then said, "Let's get dressed and go for a walk."

I didn't want to do that but I didn't hesitate. I slid out of bed and dressed in shorts and a tee with walking shoes. I went downstairs and poured another glass of wine for Linda from the bottle I had opened earlier. I made myself a stiff drink too. Linda was only a minute behind me.

She took her wine in one hand and my hand in the other. She led me down the path to the lake trail. We sipped our drinks and held hands. We walked leisurely. She was quiet. I could tell she was in deep thought and I didn't disturb her.

We came to the small cliff that overlooks our swimming platform. We sat together on the rimrock and looked down into the water about fifteen feet below us. The water was very clear and I could see small fish swimming near the swim platform. They used it for shade in the clear water, I think.

Linda broke her silence and asked, "Do you want to go skinny dipping?"

I replied, "I would love to, Sweetheart, but the water is not warm enough yet. Maybe in another month, we can do that."

She said, "It's not a good idea to go to Scotland right now, is it?" Before I could answer, she continued, "I can understand why Bobby doesn't want us to." Then she asked, "Should I call him and talk to him?"

I answered, "Let me call Michelin and ask her if she thinks that would be alright."

She nodded and said, "Okay. That is the right thing to do."

I almost didn't bring it up but I had to ask, "Do you think I should call Eric and have him postpone his trip?"

She thought for a minute and then said, "Not yet. I need to think about that."

She stood and pulled on me until I stood. I rose and gathered her into my arms. She allowed me to hold her for a moment and then we continued our walk. We walked slowly. It took twenty minutes to get back to the house.

I said, "We can skinny dip in the pool if you like."

She replied, "No. I know it is still early but let's go to bed. I need to sleep and I want you to hold me."

I took her to bed. I tried to hold her and spoon with her. She cried quietly for a while but then she did fall asleep. It was a troubled sleep. She tossed and turned. She would kick the covers off us and then try to crawl under me when she got cold.

I petted her and held her when I could. She settled down after half an hour. I felt her relax and slip into a deeper sleep. I gathered her close to me and held her. She snuggled close to me. I felt her become comfortable in my arms. I slipped into sleep soon after.

I called Michelin the next morning. I put the phone on speaker so that Linda could be part of the conversation. Michelin told us that Bobby was unaware that Linda knew of his condition and it would be best to leave it that way. Linda opted not to talk to him.

Linda was quiet, almost lethargic, for the next couple of days. She tried to go to work but she said she couldn't concentrate. She came home early on Thursday and Friday was not a workday for her anyway. We spent Saturday together at home. Linda was going through the motions but she was still withdrawn and quiet.

We had gone without sex through this time. Linda did let me hold her at night and we cuddled. I was tempted to force fuck her once but then my mood was rather somber too. I thought it best just to give her space and allow her to work through her crisis. I knew she would ask me for help when she needed it.

About an hour before dark, something happened that helped to bring us both back to a semblance of normality. Maria, my ranch foreman's wife, called. She said that her elderly mother had fallen, hurt herself and been taken to the hospital. Maria said that she had her mother's power of attorney and she needed to go to the hospital to sign papers to authorize treatment and of course, she wanted to go to her anyway. She didn't know how badly her mother was injured. She asked that Linda babysit her four-year-old daughter for a few hours."

Little Veronica wouldn't stay with anyone besides Linda and me. Her mother is Linda's part-time housekeeper. The little one is accustomed to being here with us.

Linda and I were both in a better mood before the bubbling little girl arrived. Maria told us that she would be hungry soon. She kissed her baby good-bye and was gone. Veronica was wearing a swimsuit. Maria knew that she would want to go swimming. She had left a change of clothes.

I allowed Linda to hug her and say her hellos first. I went to the pool house and got into a swimsuit. I then took Veronica to the pool. Our pool was designed for adults. It does have an area that is shallow enough for children to play in but it is not separated from deeper water by any physical barrier. Veronica does play in the pool often but she is never alone and she is always watched closely. I trussed her up in a lifejacket and we got into the water.

We laughed and played together. I splashed water on her and she fought back like a little Mexican jaguar. Her giggles and laughter were infectious. We were together in water four feet deep when Linda joined us. Veronica escaped from me and swam to Linda. I was surprised at her ability. I think she could swim without the lifejacket.

Linda caught her and tickled her. She laughed and resisted. Linda giggled for the first time in three days. I wrapped my arms around both of them. Linda kissed me. She said, "It's no wonder why Bobby wants one of these." We played together in the water until Veronica said she was hungry. I was ready to get out anyway. I was starting to prune up. We all dried off and changed clothes.

Linda and I pitched in and made a quick dinner from the things that we knew Veronica liked. Afterward, Linda shooed the baby and me out of the kitchen while she put things away. We went to the den and sat together in my recliner. I found some Tom and Jerry cartoons on the TV. She cuddled with me and became quiet. Her little tummy was so full it was tight. She yawned and stretched like a sleepy kitten and fell asleep in just a few minutes. I lay there and enjoyed holding her. I thought, "I wish I had one of these."

Linda walked in on us. She said, "I'm jealous."

I looked up at her and she smiled. That smile made me very happy. It had been a while since I had seen one on her pretty face. I made room for her and she lay down with us and cuddled with me from the other side. I thought, "Life is good."

I thought Linda was asleep but she wasn't. I felt her slip her hand into my loose shorts and hold the monster. She stroked him gently until she felt him stir. She whispered, "Can we talk?"

I answered, "Sure, Baby. Why don't you put Veronica in bed somewhere? We can have a drink as well as a talk."

Linda giggled and said, "No sex until after Maria comes to pick her up."

I had sensed a complete mood change in my young and vibrant wife. I took her last remark as a promise of things to come. I said, "There will be some sex if I decide to force fuck your sweet ass."

She giggled and said, "Oh well, that would be an altogether different situation."

She got to her feet and left the room. She returned in a moment with a soft blanket and a pillow. She made a bed on my couch for Veronica and told me to put her there. We made sure that she was properly covered, sound asleep and comfortable. Linda acquired a glass of wine and I made myself a double Crown. We turned off all the lights and walked out to the patio. We left the door open so that we could hear Veronica if she woke up.

I sat my drink on the table and captured Linda before she could sit. I kissed her and held her close. It was a beautiful moment that we shared. I felt emotion rise in her. When we broke the kiss, I saw the mist that had welled up in her pretty green eyes. I kissed her again.

I sat in my normal place and dragged her down with me. She made herself comfortable in my lap. I recovered my whiskey and sipped from it.

I said, "I am enjoying your shift in mood. Should I give Veronica the credit for that?"

Linda giggled and replied, "Partially maybe, but the real reason is I have made a decision about our visit with Eric and Anne."

I said, "Tell me quickly. I have a vested interest in this."

She replied, "I am going to tell you. If you think I am wrong, I expect you to say so."

I agreed.

She said, "I want Lancelot and your Viking to visit us just like we planned." She paused and continued, "Our relationship with Bobby and Micheline shouldn't have any effect on something that develops with Eric and Anne. I am very sorry that Bobby is ill. He is very special. Having said that, he doesn't have a say in my life, except when I am his guest and while I am committed to him. He is just like Ed Fuller in that respect. I hope that I get to be with him again but right now, I want to be with Eric. I have put Eric off for two years partially in deference to Bobby. I don't choose to do so this time." After a moment, she asked, "What do you think?"

I said, "Michelin has told me to sleep with Anne if I want. I think it's okay for you to be with your Lancelot." I hesitated and said, "I would have rescinded your hall pass if I didn't."

She snuggled closer to me. At length, I said, "I wish Maria would pick up her kid. I want to have a most deep and meaningful quickie with you. I just haven't decided how to do it yet."

She replied in a whisper, "We aren't going to do it that way. I'm going to give you one of my all night, I'm going to love you forever fucks." She giggled. She said, "I love you."

I knew that shit wasn't going to happen. I didn't say anything.

The front gate's chime went off in the kitchen. Maria was here. Linda gathered all of Veronica's things and I met Maria as she parked outside the kitchen door. Linda met us there with the little one's gear. Maria put it in her truck and then we all went inside.

Linda offered Maria a drink and she opted for a coke. We sat for a few minutes while she told us that her mother was okay. She had a simple fracture in her right ulna. They had put her arm in a cast and the doctor had recommended that she stay one night in the hospital for observation. That was due to her advanced age.

Maria said, "Juan will pick her up tomorrow and bring her to our house. She will stay with us until she makes us take her home. That will only be a day or two. She is a fiercely independent old soul.

We sat together until Maria finished her Coke. I thought that was long enough. I thought, "Get the hell out of my house. I want to fuck my wife." I said, "We had such a good time with Veronica. She wore herself out in the pool and we fed her too much. She is sound asleep. I'm sure it would be better if she were in her own bed. I'll get her for you."

Linda and I watched as they drove through the gate. Linda was leaning on me and holding my arm in both of hers. I looked down at her and said, "You are about to get horse fucked, Pretty Girl."

She giggled and ran for the stairs. I turned off all the lights again and then followed her. I moved slowly. I ascended the stairs on heavy footfalls so that she could hear me coming. I wanted to lend some drama to the upcoming event. I left a trail of my clothing. I fully intended to force fuck her on sight. She was ready and looking forward to having sex but she had no idea what was about to happen to her. She was in the eye of the tiger and about to be consumed.

I was a predator stalking my prey when I entered our bedroom. I had a hard-on that would have made any horse proud. There was no sweet love or soft emotion in my mind. I was in a state of pure animal lust. Linda was the object of my desire. She was going to be my victim. She would be powerless to resist. She had no options. I intended to devour her.

I walked into the room. There was only flickering candlelight to see by. The covers had already been turned back on our bed. Linda was naked with her back to me. She was in the process of lighting the last of our three scented candles.

She was trying to create the ambiance for a sweet session of unhurried lovemaking. I pounced like the animal that I had become. I hurried across the room and captured her from behind. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close to me. I twisted her head around as far as I could and kissed her. Her lips parted and she accepted the invasion of my tongue into her mouth. I let my right hand leave the breast that it was holding. It slid to her lower belly below her navel and I squeezed her. I jammed my cock against her bottom so that she would know the strength of my erection and the level of my arousal.

I moved my hand farther south. I rubbed against her clit in passing and let my middle finger find its way inside her. She claimed an extremely deep breath in one quick gasp. She was very wet. That was all I really needed to know. She was gushing juices like the fountain of youth. "That's it," I thought, "The fountain of youth. I have found it. I always feel young and dangerously virile when I am near this particular pussy."

I bodily picked her up and tossed her to her back on our bed. I spread her legs and lay down on top of her. I kissed her hard. She surprised me. She grabbed the monster in both hands and guided him to her entrance. I slammed him into her depths. She was wet, warm and welcoming. She uttered one low grunt as she accepted the totality of my length.

I never felt that instant of total surrender that is usual for her. It must have happened when I first grabbed her. She resists me for fun on occasion but she knows when I'm not going to take, "no," for an answer. She is the perfect lover. She makes every episode interesting but she always submits completely in the end. I felt her muscles contract and her pussy became that velvet vice that I love so much. She squeezed me hard and began to beg for more. In two minutes or less, she went over the top. She screamed, "YES, Y-E-S-S-S, FUCK ME, LUKE. FUCK ME HARDER. DON'T HOLD BACK. CUM WITH ME. CUM WITH ME RIGHT NOW."

We went mystical. I hadn't expected that but I wasn't surprised either. It has happened to us before. It happens when we are in a high state of emotional arousal. I became aware of the time dilation I was experiencing. Nothing seemed to slow down but everything lasted longer. I was out of my body. It was as if I was standing next to our bed and looking down on Linda and me. We were lost in the throes of our passion. I was pounding her without mercy. She was begging for more. The movement of her body under me grabbed my attention. I had watched a dolphin ride the bow wave of a ship once. The undulations of its body as it swam, perfectly emulated Linda's movements now as she enthusiastically accepted and absorbed my onslaught. Our combined movements were in perfect harmony. We had done this together before.

I wondered if Linda was sharing this experience. I looked to my left. She was standing there. We were both naked and holding hands. She was watching us perform on the bed. She must have sensed that I was looking at her. She looked up into my eyes. Hers sparkled and sent slivers of green light bouncing around the room to mix with the wavering candlelight. She blushed crimson and brought her free hand up to stifle a giggle. She was with me.