Sunday morning, Pam went to get our mugs of coffee.  I whistled at her then she started to sway her little ass on her way to get the coffee. 

“Now that’s a cute little butt,”  I called after her.

“Hey, Big Boy,” Pam cooed and disappeared into the kitchen.

She brought our coffee, and our morning began.  Somewhere in the idle conversation, the realization of our wedding day on Friday came up.

“Mark, Baby.  I hate to bring this up, but we need to do laundry today and straighten up the house.  It will be the last time we do it while we are single,”  she sounded a little sad.

I said, “You sound a bit sad about it.  You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”  I was teasing her.  Bad idea.

“Mark Compton, I am not getting cold feet.  I am looking forward to being your bride and your wife.  Not to mention the mother of our baby.  I was just thinking about how we met and what you have done for me and, OH MARK,” Pam started to cry.

I put my coffee mug on my nightstand and embraced Pam.  She was sobbing, her tears fell on my chest.  I put my fingers under her chin and brought her eyes up to meet mine.

“Honey, I was teasing.  I’m sorry; it was a bad idea.  I can’t wait until I hear Father Ryan say ‘Mr. and Mrs. Mark Compton’.  It will seem a little strange the next time we do laundry.”  I kissed her tear-stained cheeks. 

Pam settled down, and we finished our mugs of coffee.  I went for the refill.  When we finished that, we got dressed and gathered the laundry.  We brought coffee with us, so we could enjoy watching our clothes go around and around in the suds.  Hey!  Talk about a fun time.

That done, we started on the house.  Pam said this was not going to be fall cleaning; we were going to rearrange the dust.  After that, it was time for a quick shower and lunch.

Pam had just walked out of the shower when her phone rang.  It was Stacey, she was asking if we wanted to meet at the Brat Bar for lunch.   Pam looked at me, and I nodded.  She accepted, and they decided we would meet at two, which gave us plenty of time.

Talk about timing.  The four of us arrived at the Brat Bar at the same time.  We walked in found a table, and sat down.  Louisa saw us and waved.  It wasn’t long before she brought our favorite beverages to our table.

“What brings you guys out without the group?  You’re not going rogue on them, are you?”  Louisa teased.   “Here’s your drinks. I’ll give you time to check out the menu. OH, by the way, we’re out of jalapeno brats – too damn hot for me,” Louisa chuckled and went to another table.

“This is so nice.  I’m very happy we have friends like you and Tommy.  Pam and I are so lucky,” I said, smiling.

Pam added, “Mark is right.  I was concerned that the group may not accept us, since we were married before.  Well, you and the others sure proved me wrong.  Thank you for being our friends.”

Louisa came back to the table and took our orders.  Tommy and I ordered two brats, the ladies ordered one, and, of course, a side order of chips.  The cold beer was a wonderful addition, but the best part was the friendship.

 We had a leisurely lunch, happy conversation, and added with some memories.  Laughing was a big part of the afternoon.  Even as we parted to head home, we still had a few laughs in the parking lot.  I held the car door for Pam. When she got in, she held her tummy and groaned.

“What’s wrong?”  I asked with a concerned voice.

“Nothing, I’m just so full from lunch, I may not want dinner.  Why?”  Pam had a puzzled expression.

“I understand. I am full too,” I said, trying to cover my nervous concern.

Pam went to the bedroom, and I followed.  We looked at each other, smiled, and undressed.  I pulled the covers down. Pam got in, and I got in behind her.  I pulled the covers over us and Pam nuzzled her bare butt against me.

Suddenly, Pam got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.  She was only in there for a few seconds, then returned to her sleeping position.  I was so confused.

“Honey, are you all right?”  I was worried.

“Oh, yes, I just had to toot,” Pam giggled.

“You got out of bed for that?”  I asked her.

“Yes!  I can’t toot in bed or on you,” she said matter-of-factly.

I am getting overprotective.

We woke up very early Monday morning.  It was still dark outside. Pam got up and went to the bathroom, I was next.  It must have been the beer.  I sat on the edge of the bed, pondering if I wanted to stay up or go back to bed.  Pam uncovered herself – I went back to bed.

Pam’s body feels so good next to mine.  She’s so soft and feminine.  When my hand is on her tit or her tummy, I can feel her breathing.  It’s such a comforting and relaxing feeling.  Sometimes she sighs a cute little sigh, and sometimes she toots.  I’ll never tell her that part.

Monday morning officially arrived, and we started our routine.  I love watching her cute ass.  My Baby.  I went for the refill and brought Pam’s laptop.  She stuck her tongue out at it and frowned. 

It came to life and showed one new email from Mrs. Worth.  She was asking if I was available for two surveys in town.  One on Tuesday and one on Wednesday. That would be a piece of cake, and Pam agreed. Pam sent an email accepting the projects.

Another email popped up asking if I could come to the office Thursday morning and meet with the project manager for the Kinkade job.  I accepted that one as well.  I was concerned about them being so close to the wedding, but Pam thought it would be doable anyway.  I accepted the Thursday meeting as well.

Since we went to play with Tommy and Stacey on Sunday afternoon, we had to finish our chores on Monday.  After our morning coffee, Pam made breakfast while I straightened the bed.  We traded jobs. Pam went to the bathroom to freshen up while I watched over the ham and eggs.  We skipped the hash browns.  I didn’t want hot oil to splatter her boobies.

Thankfully, the laundry was done, and all that was left to do was rearrange the dust and vacuum.  Watching Pam’s tits sway in rhythm to her vacuuming makes it difficult to keep my mind on dusting.  If she bends over one more time, I am not responsible for my actions.

Pam looked over her shoulder and saw me.  She smiled and approached me.

“Any woman would dream of her man watching her body and thinking what you are thinking and all of the love that goes with it.  I am a lucky woman,”  she kissed me and patted my cock which was at half-staff.

The chores were finished – COCKTAIL TIME!  I put the cleaning stuff and vacuum away, Pam raided the fridge.  We converged in the living room.  Pam put on some easy but happy music and handed a bottle to me. 

We clinked bottles and took our first sip.  Sometimes, I’m amazed that we have as much laundry as we do.  Most of the time, we’re running around here nude.  God help us if anyone comes to the front door.

Jack called to ask about the survey of Vargass Pass, Pam motioned she was going for a shower.  Jack and I talked business, but my mind was with Pam.  Jack and I continued our conversation.  We were just finishing up with Vargass Pass when Pam came in, wrapped in her towel.

I ended the call with Jack and gave Pam an evil grin.  She turned around seductively, then said, “Think of me using the vacuum,” then she flashed me with her towel.   

I closed my phone and headed for the shower.  Pam giggled and swatted my ass as I went by her.  I jumped into the shower, and it was Grandma’s shower.  High as possible, low as possible, and wash POSSIBLE.

After my shower and shave, I returned to the bedroom. I got in bed next to Pam.  She rolled me on my back and straddled me.  She had a gleam in her eye which only meant mischief.  She slightly rocked back and forth, smiling.

“Were my boobies swaying like this?” she purred.  Then, she swayed from side to side.

“Or were my boobies swaying like this?” she purred.  “Or like this?” she moved up and down like she was riding me; Pam was licking her lips.

“Oh, silly me.  I forgot something,”  Pam cooed and guided my cock into her warm wet pussy.  I moaned as I watched my cock disappear into her warmth.

“Ahhh, yes.  That’s much, much better, isn’t it, Baby?”  she teased.

“Honey, it feels so damn good being in you.  Roll over and let me,” Pam waved an admonishing finger at me.

“No, no, no.  My turn to have fun and be on top,” she was rocking on my cock and making me crazy.

Pam leaned forward and put her hands on my chest.  She rode my cock which made her tits swing up and down.  When I tried to grab one, she sat up and giggled.  Then she lowered her tits so I could suck one.

“I love when you suck my boobies, Mark,” Pam cooed still riding my cock.

Pam continued to slide up and down on my cock stopping occasionally to let me suck one of them.  I couldn’t do much so I grabbed Pam’s sweet ass cheeks.  She inhaled sharply and smiled seductively.

“Now don’t go getting any crazy ideas, Mr. Lover,” she threatened through a sensual smile.

“What crazy idea could I possibly come up with?  I panted and then rolled Pam onto her back.

“Woooah, you bad boy,” Pam giggled with surprise.

“Now, my fair lady.  You will do as you are told.  You belong to me, and I will take you any way I choose.”  I looked down at Pam; her face was flushed, her breathing heavy, and her eyes were filled with lust.

“I love it when you do this.  You are strong, and I feel so protected,” Pam cooed.

I got down on my elbows and grabbed Pam’s tits.  I sucked one then the other taking my time and enjoying her moaning and squirming.  I flicked her hard nipples with my tongue then sucked them. 

After sucking them I would gently bite them.  Pam whimpered and arched her back for more.  She would put her hands on the back of my head, then slam her arms on the bed and grab a handful of the bed sheets.

I started to stroke pussy with my cock.  Pam moaned and pushed her hips to meet my cock.  She was breathing heavier and her pussy was getting wetter.  I pressed my lips against hers squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, as I slammed my cock in and out of her.

“Oh my God, Mark!” Pam cried out as her pussy squirted her warm cum on my groin and balls.

I continued to slam into her as my first load of thick hot cum shot from my cock.  Pam whimpered and panted, her eyes opened wide. “Mark, God,” Pam cried out.  Her warm pussy sprayed my cock and balls with more cum.

Our bodies were damp and covered with small bumps from our aroused state.  It felt like every time I shoved my cock into Pam, she would squirt her warm cum on me.  Our bodies were tangled together our breathing was in unison, and we were strained to trade the last of our cum.

I rolled off of Pam; she cuddled next to me, our arms wrapped around each other.  We were still trying to recover from our shared lust.  We were still panting, and our bodies were wet.

I was gently stroking Pam’s hair, and our eyes were locked on each other.  “You are a wonderful lover.  Your body is so soft and feminine, your eyes are such an alluring blue, and your face is warm and gentle  You are the perfect woman for me, my sweet Pamela.  Maybe I should call you my Princess Pamela,”  I softly kissed her moist lips.

“And you are my King, my King of Hearts, but you are also a thief.  You have stolen my heart, but I have freely given you my soul,” Pam whispered as her eyes searched mine.

I kissed Pam long and passionately.  We looked into each other’s eyes, then Pam rolled onto her other side.  She pushed her warm butt against my body, my hand automatically went to her breast.

Pam sighed. I inhaled her sweet-smelling perfume, which lulled me to sleep.  Night was falling across our town and in our bedroom.  Tomorrow is another day to love her.

Departed Soul