Pam and I had been on the go for almost two months.  Near the end of September, we started to get jobs close to home.  I’ll never forget the first job we could stay home.

“Coffee, Baby?”  I heard that sweet little voice.

I started to sit up in bed, turned to take our mugs of coffee from Pam, and lost it.  She was standing there in an oversized tee shirt, pink fuzzy slippers, and her hair in curlers.  I had to make a mad dash for the bathroom.  Seeing Pam dressed like that and a full bladder was a serious combination.

I emerged from the bathroom in a much better condition to deal with the matter.

“What da hell are you?”  I started to laugh again.

“Isn’t this what a housewife is supposed to look like?” she said, scratching her tit.

“Get in here ya nut,” I said to her.  Pam laughed, and we started over. She handed me the mugs of coffee.

Pam cuddled next to me and took her mug.  I put my arm around her neck, and she cuddled closer.  Everything was as it should be, now we could have our morning conversation.  This morning was about the past six weeks.

We hit certain highlights of the different towns and the people.  Pam said her laptop was worn out and demanded a week's vacation.  It deserved it. 

“Mark, it’s about time for you to get started.  I’ll make your breakfast; will you want lunch?”  Pam asked and hugged me.

“I’m sure your breakfast will hold me.  I don’t think this is going to be a long day.  I hope to be home around four or a little after.  Now, don’t try and do everything today,”  I warned her.

“Oh, I won’t.  I have an appointment with Doctor Foster on Thursday, so I’m excited and worried.  And I may as well tell you, I have missed my last two periods.”  Pam’s smile would have lit up a large city.

“When I talked to the Doctor last Friday, she said I can go back to being a wife again.  Then she corrected herself and said fiancé.  We giggled, but it won’t be much longer,”  We hugged and kissed.

We got out of bed and made the bed I went to shower and shave, Pam went to the kitchen for our breakfast. I opened the bathroom door, I could smell a country morning kitchen.  Even my stomach said to get moving.

Pam had taken the rollers out of her hair and was my beautiful little lady, even with the fuzzy slippers.  She was setting my plate on the table and smiled at her efforts.  She put her plate down, I held her chair, and then sat across from her.

“Baby, this smells delicious, and I know it tastes even better.  Thank you so much.”  I started to cut into the ham.

“Mark, we have been living on diner and bar food for weeks.  You deserve one good meal this month,”  Pam chuckled.

“Oh, and this was worth the wait,”  I started to praise her cooking.

After clearing the plate of anything that resembled the ham, eggs, and hash browns, I sat back in my chair.  Pam removed my plate with a happy expression.

“I love to see my Man eat a hearty meal.  You are always so generous with your compliments, it makes me want to do more,” Pam sighed.

“Ugh!  I have got to try to get up.  I have got to go to work,” I moaned.

I got up from the table, Pam came to the door with me.  She handed me the thermos filled with coffee and a little brown bag, ‘just in case’.  We kissed, and Pam followed me into the garage.  I pulled out, and she pressed the button to close the door.  She waved as the door closed.

An hour later, I got to the future job site.  This was going to be a piece of cake.  I set up and got right to work.  I could see wrapping this up by one easy.  As usual, there was the one elusive pin, but my magnetic wand found it. 

A fellow stopped by, asking questions.  The usual: who is this for, what are they going to build and when, and so on.  We talked for about fifteen minutes, and then I told him I had to get back to work.

I was just starting to focus the transit when my phone buzzed.  It was my girl.

“What’s up, Baby?”  I asked her.

“How’s the job going?  You said it should be easy.”  Her voice sounded happy.

“I’m just about done.  Another forty-five minutes and I’ll be packing up,”  I told her.

“FORTY-FIVE MINUTES!  Oh, yeah, yeah, that’s good, yes.  Ah, I gotta go, Baby, can’t wait to see you, love you.” Click.

I looked at my phone, it shut off.  With Pam, it could be anything.  I went back to finish the job.

I packed up then headed for home.  I called Pam to ask if she wanted me to pick up anything on the way.  The phone rang several times, with no answer.  After about ten minutes, Pam called me.

“Honey, you called.  Is everything going good?”  She sounded rushed.

“Yeah, Babe, everything went great.  I’m on my way home, do you want me to stop for anything?”  I wondered what her answer would be.

“Oh, no, nothing, Sweetie.  Just come home to me.”  She sounded less stressed this time.

I pulled in our driveway, and our magic door opened and closed behind me.  I didn’t bother unloading the equipment, which I could do later.  I walked into the kitchen and thought I had walked into Isabella’s.

The rooms were dark, with romantic music on the CD player, linen tablecloth, and candles.  Pam had brought out our China we bought at a sidewalk sale, and the flatware.  But what was seducing my senses was the aroma of what she had in the oven.

Pam walked out of the bedroom wearing a white low-cut gown with matching heels.  Her hair was done up and her makeup dark and seductive.  Her deep red lipstick was outlined sensually defining her lips.

“Pamela, you look gorgeous.  And the home, I thought I walked into Isabella’s.  Everything is like walking into a dream,”  I embraced her and kissed her softly.

“The lady at the cosmetic department said it was “smudgeable”.  Want to try to prove her wrong,” Pam’s slight wiggle and intoxicating perfume drew my lips tightly against hers.

Our arms were wrapped around each other, our lips pressed tight together, Pam pushed her body against mine; we kissed a long passionate kiss.  Our lips parted, Pam’s eyes were dreamy and her smile was delicate.

“Mmmm, that’s my Man’s kiss.  You make me melt when you kiss me,”  she cooed and pressed her lips to mine again. 

“I made a special dinner for my working man.  You deserve it. You haven’t stopped- I mean really stopped for two months to relax.  Tonight, Mr. Lover, is your night to relax.  Now go shower and shave and take your time, please.  I will have a small appetizer and refreshment for you.”  Her voice was low and sensuous.

I had taken three steps into the bedroom when all of my clothes were in the laundry hamper.  On the bed were a pair of black boxers and a matching robe.  This was going to be a relaxing evening?

I got into the shower but didn’t waste any time.  Like Grandma always said, “Wash as high as possible and low as possible, but don’t forget to wash possible”.   I did as Grandma said, then gave myself a hot close shave.  I was feeling fresh, clean, and relaxed already, but I knew Pam had other ideas as well.

I walked into the living room, Pam was lying on the couch like Cleopatra.  There was a try of hot stuffed mushrooms next to the bottle of champagne and two glasses.  I leaned over Pam to kiss her.

“Would you pour the champagne, Handsome?”  she cooed.

I looked down her robe, then at her.  “On you on in the glasses?”  I grinned.

“In the glasses for now.  Dessert is another thing,” she teased.

I filled our glasses and handed Pam hers.  We intertwined our arms took a sip, and our eyes locked together.  I picked up a mushroom and fed it to Pam, she did the same for me.  I turned to refill our glasses, Pam had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her gown.  She blushed when I looked at her cleavage.

“Are you ready for your dinner?  I don’t want to overcook it.”  Pam held her hand out for me to help her stand.

“Now sit in your spot.  Dinner will be right here,”  Pam turned to the kitchen.

Pam put a steaming baked potato flowing with butter in front of me and one by her place.  Then she placed a ribeye steak that was still sizzling in front of me; then one for her.  She glided onto her chair and looked across the candle-lit table.

“For my hard-working Man.” Pam smiled and cut into her steak.

“Honey, this is out of this world, but Pam, you were there every step of the way.  I should be taking you to Isabella’s.  You deserve it,”  I countered.

“Mark.  You are my man, my lover, and my protector.  Soon, I will be your wife and will give you all of the love and care that I have in me.  Please let me do these things to tell you how much I love you.  You always tell me.”  She would have made a good lawyer.

We relaxed after dinner, we talked, and emptied the bottle of champagne.  After a while, we got up from the table.  I wanted to help Pam clear the table, but that didn’t happen.  She said the dishwasher was not on vacation.

“Now, my Lover, get the other bottle of champagne from the fridge.  I’ll be right back to make your dessert.”  Pam smiled and went to the bedroom.

I took the champagne into the living room and filled our glasses.  When Pam returned, she stopped at the fridge.  She brought a chilled strawberry dessert, but she served it wearing a satin bra, T-bar, and heels.  That strawberry dessert was going to melt in the dish.

Pam sat next to me. She reached for the cups of dessert and handed one to me, without a spoon.  She took a dainty spoonful and licked it from the spoon.  She dipped the spoon back into the frosty concoction and put it to my lips.  Pam’s eyes were glued to mine as I ate the dessert from her spoon.

She repeated the sensual feeding with a bit more dessert on the spoon.  When I emptied the spoon, Pam licked my lips and cooed.  Pam has a way of dragging me into her seduction. 

Pam dipped the spoon into the dessert and ate it.  She smiled and dipped in again and put the spoon into her mouth.  It came out empty, but the dessert was still on her tongue.  Our lips met and I sucked the dessert from her tongue.  My cock was getting harder by the second.

Pam turned away from me on the couch and sensually smiled over her shoulder.

“Unhook my bra, Lover,” she purred.  I immediately did as I was told.

Pam removed one arm and then the other from the bra and then handed it to me over her shoulder.  She turned to face me, her nipples were rock hard.  Then she dipped her tit into the dessert; little bumps formed all over her body.

She pulled me to her tit and I licked the dripping strawberry delight from her tit.  I started to suck her tit, but Pam pulled away.  She waved an admonishing finger at me and grinned seductively.

Pam dipped her other tit into the concoction.  She smiled as I leaned forward and licked it from her hard nipple.  When I started to such her tit this time, she cooed and pushed it against my mouth.  After a short while, Pam pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

“Stand up and take your robe and boxers off.” Her soft request was almost a command.  I did what I was told.

Pam dipped my balls into the melting dessert, then gently licked it from each one.  Then she dipped one of my balls then sucked it into her mouth.  She sucked and licked my ball as my aching cock was jumping craving attention.

Pam released my ball and dipped the other one into the strawberry.  She sucked and licked that one until she was ready to release it.  My cock is begging for attention, I didn’t have to wait much longer.  My cock got the long-awaited melted strawberries.

Pam spooned some on my cock head and made it swirl using the spoon.  I thought she was going to get a facial right then.  She covered my cock with her mouth and had her tongue remove any trace of dessert, then she swallowed my cock.

Pam sucked my cock for a moment, then dipped it into the strawberry soup.  When she had it covered as best as she could, she pursed her lips and pushed them over my cock.  She set the cup on the couch and put her hands on my ass; she slowly began bobbing her head up and down on my cock.

Pam had me so aroused, it wasn’t long before my cock blasted its first load of thick cum down her throat.  Pam moaned with delight as she swallowed my cum.  She kept one hand on my ass cheek and the other she pulled on my balls, all the while bobbing up and down on my cock.

Pam sucked another load from my balls and swallowed it.  Pam sucked all of my cock into her mouth and massaged my cock head with the throat muscles.  Another load of cum shot into her mouth and as she swallowed it her throat muscles massaged my cock head.

The last load of cum just dropped on her tongue.  Pam had sucked me dry, again.  She released my cock, but held it in her hand.  She licked the tip and kissed it, I had to sit down.

Departed Soul