Wife Wants a Hall Pass

My eyes blinked when they opened. I was looking at a bright sky through the skylight. "It's a bright, bright, bright, sunshiny day," played through my mind. Linda was not with me. The clock on the radio said it was after ten. I looked for Linda again. She still wasn't there. I hate it, when she isn't where I want her to be.

She walked through the door, looking bright and shiny. Her hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing tight assed hip hugger shorts, a halter-top tied just above her belly button, deck shoes, no socks, no bra and I would have bet no panties. That last part was Okay, she wasn't going to work.

"Shower time Lover," she commanded.

I had to get up anyway or wet the bed. I put my robe on over my naked body and slipped my feet into my house shoes. She came close, got on her tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, without letting her body touch me. I took that as a promise of more after my shower.

She said, "Breakfast on the patio, half hour."

She flitted out of the room and I thought of Tinker Bell. They could be sisters.

I went up to our bedroom to shower. I used the time to completely wake up. "Okay," I thought, "it is three bangs later. Time to find out what the problem is. Whatever it is, I will handle it." The water was wonderful.

I walked out on the patio and breakfast was ready. My plate held three eggs, perfectly done over medium. There was also bacon, grits, toast, jelly, butter and a small glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. A waft of steam rose from a coffee carafe in the center of the table. Everything that should be hot was hot. If it was supposed to be cold, it was. "She did all this while I was doing a quick rinse in the shower," I thought. "This is one amazing woman."

Linda was bent over the low wrought iron rail peering through a pair of binoculars. Her ass was pointed straight at me and it took up most of my field of vision. Imagine that. In my mind's eye, I could see me ripping those shorts off and filling her full of monster cock from the rear. She would have loved it. "Oh well," I thought, "maybe not right now."

"Hey Babe," I said. "What do you see?"

She pulled the glasses down and turned to me. "It's a male and female pair of Mallard ducks on the far end of the lake." She giggled, "I bet they spent the night together and are just having breakfast." She brought me a kiss and let me hold her.

I pulled out her chair for her to sit. I sat beside her, so she would be in reach if I needed to touch her. I almost always need to touch her. I said, "I love your hair in a ponytail."

She smiled.

I went on, "That smile is beautiful too."

She tilted her head and looked at me. She was still smiling.

I continued, "Your tits really look nice without a bra."

She slapped my hand and frowned.

I continued hurriedly, "I've already thought about ripping those shorts off, bending you over the rail and nailing you from behind. I know you like it that way."

She said, "Luke, Eat your breakfast." She sounded like a school teacher scolding a child.

I chuckled.

I cut my eggs up, so the yolks could run free. I mixed them with my grits and took a sip of orange juice. I let the juice trickle down my throat while I buttered a slice of toast. I bit the corner off the bread and chewed. I swallowed.

I said, "Okay Little One, you have been properly banged three times. Tell me what the problem is."

She said, "After we finish breakfast."

"Linda, this is the last time I will be put off. After breakfast, I want to know what the problem is."

"Yes Darling, after breakfast, I'll be ready."

Ten silent minutes later I put the last piece of bacon in my mouth and slid my plate to the middle of the table. I reached for the coffee carafe and moved it toward her cup. She shook her head no and I poured my cup full. I got the chemistry right with a small amount of sugar. I took a sip.

I looked at Linda and knew that she wasn't really ready. She was, I could see, steeling herself to start the conversation. Her bottom lip quivered as it always did when she was apprehensive or scared. She rose from her chair and walked behind me to come to my right side. She looked down at me and said, "Will you hold me for just one more minute?" She sat in my lap and nuzzled her head into the hollow of my shoulder. I could feel her whole body tremble. She was whimpering like a little lost pup. She was still there fifteen minutes later. This girl had some real trouble.

At length she said, "Luke, nothing bad happened. I will always love you." She got out of my lap and walked around the wrought iron rail to the other side. She turned her back to me and leaned on the rail. She didn't want me to see her cry.

I wanted to hold her, but then I knew she didn't want me to touch her. She had purposely put the fence between us.

I told her, "Sweetheart, if you will just tell me what is wrong, we will fix it. There is nothing so bad we can't handle it. Let me help you."

"Here it comes," I thought.

She straightened her back and turned to face me. Tears were finding their way down her beautiful face. She started talking. "Luke, I have to tell you. I thought I wanted to tell you, but I don't. I should have told you a month ago, but I didn't. Nothing bad happened. I am so sorry. It is mostly my fault. You have to tell me what to do." She was just babbling.

"You are so strong and you have a strong mind. You always use reason. Your decisions are always better than mine. You know my decisions are usually emotional. I have tried, I don't know what to do. I always want to do what feels good instead of what is right. That is partly why this happened. I will do anything you say. Please help me Luke. I wish I could die. Nothing bad happened. I was strong for a minute, and I didn't let it happen. I am so sorry I'm dumping this on you. You have to decide what to do, I can't. I will do what you tell me."

I said, "Linda, settle down, Baby. I will take care of this, I will handle it. You have to tell me WHAT HAS HAPPENED." I didn't want her to see, so I tried not to show it. She had me scared to death. She was talking like there was no way out.

She started babbling again to the point, I think, she didn't know what she was saying. "Luke, you are going to be so angry. I'm afraid. I know you are going to be hurt. I am so sorry. Please don't stop loving me. Please don't send me away. I thought if I came home and made love with you yesterday the problem would go away. It didn't. I still want to sleep with him." She broke down into sobs.

To be continued...