I was pulling in the driveway as the garage door was rising.  Pam was standing in a cheerleader’s outfit that they would never allow on the field.  She was jumping up and down, clapping and her tits were in the joyous reunion.

I got out of the car and she ran over and jumped in my arms.  “We are so glad you are home.  I have missed you and she is all better and has missed him so much.”  She kissed me long and deep.

I got my suitcase out of the car and followed her into the kitchen.  I swatted her little butt; she turned and said, “Yes, Daddy.”

The aroma in the kitchen told me I was going to be adding another notch to my belt tonight.  Pam asked that I take my suitcase to the bedroom and then go with her to the office.  She had something that caught her eye.

I went to the office and Pam met me with a beer.  She opened up the survey we did for J & L. 

“Mark, I haven’t said anything to Jack, but the building that is on the northeast pin, it also sits just inches from the northwest pin.  There’s no way they could build anything on it.  The existing building is occupying the space that’s supposed to allow of a sewer easement.”  Pam looked at me.

“Well, doesn’t that just sop your gravy?  Two buildings on one property line that is actually an easement.  What could go wrong?  Call Jack.”  Pam had her phone in her hand.

Pam told Jack about her find.  I got ready for a hot shower and a shave.  Somehow, as the water cascaded over me a beer entered the shower.  In a plastic cup.  I tried to take the beer, but it was being held by a person.  A naked person.

“Can I hold your beer for you?”  she asked.

“Won’t that be difficult with your hand wrapped around my balls?”  I asked.

“No,” came the simple reply.

Now I’m standing in the shower with a cold beer, a beautiful naked woman fondling my cock and balls.  Pam is rubbing her body against mine and stroking my growing cock.

“Your balls are full.  Mmmm, just the way I want them – for now.  I want to empty them in me, where you want.  God, Mark, I’m so hot for you.  I have missed you so much, Baby.”  Pam was almost in tears.

I made short work of the shower.  Pam and I were hugging and kissing.  The bad part is trying to shave when a beautiful blonde is stroking your cock.  Her warm breath was flowing over my shoulder and around my neck.

I washed off my face picked Pam up and gently laid her on the bed.  Her soft face was flushed and her tit rose and fell as her breathing go heavier.

“Touch me anywhere and I’m going to cum,” she whimpered. 

“No, you won’t.  I am going to love you the way a woman should be loved.”  My voice was low and stern.

“Mark,”  Pam whimpered.

I gently spread her legs and knelt between them.  Pam’s expression and breathing screamed her desires.  I moved my body down so my cock was almost touching her pussy hair.  When Pam felt my cock touching her pussy lips, she stared at me and whimpered.

Her body shivered and her arms reached for me.

“Take your woman.  I don’t care what you do to me, but take me, Mark,”  Pam whispered.

I slowly slid my cock between her pussy lips. Our eyes never broke contact.  As my  cock filled her wet pussy, Pam whimpered and she inhaled sharply.  My cock was deep in her pussy and I pressed my body against her clit.  Pam quivered, groaned and her pussy squirted her cum over my body.

“Mark – God – so good -  missed you – more  - cum in me,”  Pam begged.

I bent over and sucked her tits.  When I had her nipple in my mouth, I nipped it with my teeth and she yelped with joy, Yes, of yes – bite them, she whimpered.

“Baby, I want you, I’m cumming in you, I need to feel you wrap your love around me,”  I whispered in her ear.

I filled her pussy with thick hot cum, and she squirted her warm nectar to weld us together.  Her warm cum flowed around my cock and down to my balls.  I was squeezing her tits, she was pushing my ass with her legs making my cock go as deep as possible.

I had cum so much, it was overflowing from her pussy.  As it dripped between her ass cheeks, Pam moaned with ecstasy.  We both demanded satisfaction from the other, we dropped onto the bed. I used my elbows to keep from crushing Pam.

“I want that man's body on me.  Give me all of my Man, crush me with your body.  I want to feel your sweat mixed with mine.  Crush me, Lover.”  Pam begged.

I moved to lie next to Pam.  She snuggled next to me as close as she could.  She ran her hand over my chest and touched my cheek with the back of my hand.  Pam cooed as her hand moved to my cock and balls.  She squeezed them and sighed deeply.

“My Man,” she purred.

“I love you, Pam.  I missed you horribly.  I wanted you with me.”  I whispered to her.

“Mark, this home became an empty house without you.  My heart ached for you, for your touch, the sound of your voice.  I felt so empty and alone.”  Pam sighed again.

Pam jumped in bed, “Oh shit, I forgot your dinner.  I got so wrapped up in my wanting, damn it I bet I burned your dinner.  If I did I’ll never forgive myself,  Shit!”  Pam was gone.

From the kitchen came, “Son of a Bitch, damn it, just shit,” then came the crying.  Serious crying.  I knew what I was in store for when I went into the kitchen.

“Honey?”  I held her in my arms.

“Damn it.  Your first night home and I fucking burn your dinner.  You’re out making a living for us and I burn it.  Son of a bitch, I hate myself,  I should be flogged,”  Pam fell into my arm weeping uncontrollably.

“Baby?  Pam, honey.  Come on Sweetheart, look at me,”  I said softly.

“No, I’m a shitty woman – I hate me,”  she continued to cry.

“PAMELA!”  I said firmly

“What?” she sniffed and sobbed.

“Think about this, Baby.  Which do you think a man would want to come home to?  A dinner, or a seductive woman who wants to make him feel how much she missed him.  Bringing him a beer to his shower and then turning his shower into a sensual delight.  And making sweet love to him.  Think about it.”  I held her close to me.

“See, always me.  You should be mad as hell that I burned your dinner.  But not you, you show love and affection and, and, and oh Mark, what have I done to have you in my life?”  Pam sobbed.

“Would the woman I adore be interested in dinner out?  The Kopper Kettle maybe.  Or just a pizza at home where I can love on her some more?”  I kissed the top of her head.

“I can’t go out looking like this,” she sobbed.

“Well, I think maybe a tee shirt and flip-flops would be good.”  I smiled at her.

“Damn it, Mark.  You should be mad as hell,”  she insisted.

“Why?  What would that fix, Sweetheart?”  I held her chin with my knuckle.

“Nothin’ I guess,” she sniffed.

“Kopper Kettle, Brat Bar, or The Pizza Man?”  I kissed her trembling lips.

“Pizza Man, 'cause I am not going out looking like this.  My eyes are swollen and red, my cheeks have NO makeup on them, my hair isn’t fixed and my,”  I took Pam’s arms and pushed her onto the bed.

I laid on top of her and kissed her long and passionately.  I took a quick suck on her tits and nipped her nipples.  Then I gently bit her tummy.  Pam jumped.

“What’s that for?” she sniffed.

“Because I love you and I want you and I want what I want when I want it and you give me what I want when I want it.”  I looked into her eyes, they started to smile.

“Mark Compton, you know how to make your woman happy.  You take all the hurt away.  I love you so much,”  Pam smiled and we kissed.

Pam grabbed her phone, “Thanks for calling The Pizza Man – thin or thick crust?”  Pam smiled and ordered a large bacon and onion pizza.

“Forty minutes, we’ll be at your door.”  The call ended.

I put on a pair of shorts to answer the door.  Pam moved us into the living room.  She lit our candles and put on quiet romantic music on the CD player.  I brought our beer, and she sat on the couch with her legs curled up.  Her sweet face was still swollen from crying.  I felt so sorry for her.

“Mark, I am really very sorry for the burned dinner.  I got so caught up in you being home, I just,”

“Pam, my sweet Pamela.  You were more concerned with my being home and you wanted everything perfect.  It was perfect.  Any man that would be upset about a dinner versus his wife wanting to show her love for him should be drawn and quartered.  I adore what you have done for my welcome home.  I adore what you did.”  I was holding her arms and looking her straight in the eyes.

The pizza arrived right on time.  I took it into the living room and put it on the little table.  I went to the kitchen for two new beers and started to sit down.

“Excuse me, sir.”  Pam was looking at my shorts.  I chuckled and took them off.

“Now, that’s better.  A cold beer bacon and onion pizza and sausage on the side.  I’m set for the night.”  Pam put a slice of pizza on a paper plate for me, then one for her.

We smiled and bit into our pizza.  There is no more happiness in the world.

“Mark, tomorrow is the monthly party and I have to make an appetizer.  So I want you to go and have a beer or walk in the park or something. I remember last month when I went to make my ham roll-ups.  You started spreading cream cheese on my nose and boobies and my butt.”  Pam was grinning.

“What are you making this time?"  I gave her a devilish grin.

“I’m not telling you.  You’ll get your fingers in it, then on me and then we’ll be in bed or on the couch, oh gosh, I’m getting wet.  Darn you Mark Compton,”  Pam stomped her foot acting as though she was angry.   

“Seriously, what are you going to make?”  I was curious.

“I’m thinking of a margarita strawberry cheesecake, or maybe just a margarita cheesecake.  Which would you prefer?”  She was asking for an honest answer.

“I think just the margarita cheesecake would be better.  The strawberry may be too sweet with the other appetizers.”  I opened a beer.

“Hmm, you may be right.  On the other hand, after a couple of small slices of the cheesecake, no one will care.” We started laughing.

“If you behave yourself, I’ll let you stir the mixture for me, deal?”  Pam asked, but the grin on her face was saying something else.

“Are you going to be naked when you make this,” was my first question.

“No.  Not after last time, bad boy you.”  That look was still in her eyes.

“Okay.  I’ll be right back.” I sounded disappointed.  I was.

When I returned, Pam was underway making her appetizer, wearing an apron.

“Hey – No Fair – Foul!”  I protested.  Pam just laughed.

Oh are your little butt cheeks going to pay for this one,”  I warned her.

“I’m counting on that.”  Pam purred.

I did help a little.  When the mixture got thick I took over the mixing and folding.  Pam carefully put the cake into the dish and spread the mixture evenly.  From there, into the fridge, it went.

Pam grabbed our refreshments.  We went into the living room put on some easy music and lit our candles.  We were sitting on the couch, Pam was snuggled under my arm, my favorite position.  I kept dozing off.

“Okay, Mr. Traveling Man, it’s off to bed with you,”  Pam whispered.

“I’m doing okay.  I want to be with you.”  I yawned.

“See?  Come on, Mark.  You’ve had a long day.”  Pam got up and grabbed my hand. 

She led me to the bed covered me, then kissed my cheek.  That was all I remembered.

Departed Soul