Wife Wants a Hall Pass

I laughed and she laughed with me. I said, "Mrs. Bowman, I've had enough and more than the average white boy could stand. I will be very happy if you just let me hold you."

She giggled for me and snuggled closer. A moment later, she said, "I thought we would go mystical like we did the other night."

I didn't answer her right away but she had answered one of my questions. I resolved to talk with her about it later. At this moment, I just wanted to cuddle with her and sleep. She had another idea. She slipped out of bed and started for the bathroom. She said, "Give me a couple of minutes." I knew what that meant. She was telling me that we needed a shower before we slept.

Sunday morning came. There was a big empty spot in our bed where Linda had been. I listened and heard movement downstairs. A moment later, the smell of coffee captured my attention. I quickly did my morning routine in the bathroom and Linda brought a cup of coffee to me just as I finished shaving. She was bright and sparkly. She was dressed in lace-up boots and a one-piece, lightweight, camo jumpsuit. She was wearing a web belt around her tiny waist that gave the proper shape to the outfit. She looks so sexy no matter how she is dressed.

She said, "Breakfast is ready. The weather is warm but cloudy. The weatherman said that we should expect a spring storm late this afternoon. I want to take the four-wheelers over to the new place as quickly as we can." She said, "I want a closer look at the old house by the river."

We went downstairs together after I dressed. While we ate, she talked. She said, "I thought about that old place and I couldn't sleep. I got up and found a couple of books on Texas history in your library." She continued. "The last of the Indian wars were fought in 1874 and 75 just upstream from here. I'll bet that old building was built during that time." She swallowed a bite of food and went on, "I bet the structure was a small bunker designed for a few men to stand off Indian raids."

I said, "That's not likely, Sweetheart. It has a cedar shingle roof on it. It would have burned like gasoline. There would have been no way to defend it." I paused and said, "The other thing is, the battles you are talking about happened over two hundred miles from here. They were at Palo Duro Canyon and a place called Adobe Walls which was way the hell up in the panhandle."

She replied, "Those were the big battles but small war parties foraged for food, horses and weapons all through North Texas and especially along the Red River. They attacked settlers anywhere they found them." She continued, "I'll bet the old house had a fireproof sod roof when it was built. That is why the walls were so thick and heavily built. That's what I want to check out this morning."

I said, "You are all excited about this, aren't you? Did you do all this reading this morning?"

She giggled and said, "The sum total of my knowledge on the subject came from a three-page subchapter in one of your books. All I did was look up, Indian Wars, in the table of contents." She said, "It all fits. I'm excited. Do you remember when our Mikey used to play Cowboys and Indians when he was little? This will excite him too."

I wasn't convinced but I said, "Okay, let's go."

She replied, "You go get my four-wheeler for me while I pack us a lunch."

I walked to the barn and the first thing that I noticed was that Juan's truck was parked there. The biggest four-wheeler was missing. I normally ride that one. It was the one configured to carry the most gear. I deduced that Juan was using it to ride fence on the new place. He had mentioned that was going to be his project for the day. I thought, "Oh well, I can get by with a smaller one." I moved Linda's buggy to the house and then walked back to the barn to get one for me.

We drove directly to the old house. I looked at the structure more closely than I had the day before. The walls were heavily built. The logs involved were twelve to fourteen inches in diameter and appeared to be heavy hard wood. The walls were actually built of stone up to a height of between five and six feet above the ground. They were at least two feet thick. Two courses of the heavy logs were on top of that. The wood had mostly rotted away. Above that, I found no indication of a sod roof. The beams and trusses that supported the roof were made of relatively lightweight wooden poles no more than three inches in diameter and they appeared to be original construction.

On top of the trusses there was a lattice built of one by four sawn lumber that appeared to have come from a sawmill. I deduced that they were not original. The wooden shingles had been attached to the lattice with modern nails. The roof had been replaced at least once. It may have been thatched originally.

The structure had one interior wall. It bisected the building with one room being twice as large as the other one. This wall was not load-bearing. There was a small fireplace built into the exterior end wall of the larger room. There were two windows in the large room and one in the smaller one. They were made of glass framed and set in modern lumber. They were not original. The doors had been hung on hardware-store hinges. The doors and the hinges were both of 1950s vintage. They had strong latches but no locks. There were two exterior doors and one in the interior wall. The front entry door was completely off the hinges and lying on the ground outside the building. The other two were still hung but open and inoperable.

I guessed that the building was in fact a well-built cabin dating back to the late 1800s or maybe even earlier. It had been originally built of locally available materials and then rebuilt after civilization had come to this country.

I said, "Linda, it was never a bunker. The roof would have always been flammable and you could only see to the front from the windows. The rear of the building was near the bluff but an enemy could have flanked the structure from both ends and remained unseen." I paused and said, "The place would have been indefensible. It was just for shelter."

Linda's bottom lip slipped into the pout position to indicate her disappointment but she accepted what I said. She said, "Maybe we could fix it up anyway. This is such a beautiful place. It would be nice to have a cabin so we could come here and hang out sometimes."

I said, "Sweetheart, you do whatever research on the place that you can. If you find any historical reference to it, I will rebuild it for you. If not we can leave it just as it is and I will build us a small but nice cabin on this bluff." I paused and smiled at her. I said, "Think, clean, bathroom, two bedrooms, kitchen, hot tub, electricity, air conditioning, heating and anything else that you might want."

She grinned and came to me. She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. I grabbed her and held her closer. I said, "Hey, I want more than that. At least rub your titties on me." She giggled and then gave me a nice kiss while she rubbed her titties on me.

She stepped back and said, "Let's go find that jeep trail we saw yesterday. I want to ride along our riverfront and see what it looks like."

I looked at the map. It appeared that we had just a bit over a mile of frontage. I wanted to see it too. The old jeep road was marked on the map and we didn't have any trouble finding it again. We did have to pass through a gate. It appeared that our perimeter fence stayed on the high ground above the river bottom.

Once down off the bluff we found ourselves on a presently dry flood plain. The soil was sandy and vegetation was sparse. There was no distinguishable road or trail but we had no trouble picking our way through the terrain on the four-wheelers. Near the water, there was nothing but packed sand. We could ride as fast as we wanted.

We rode together at a leisurely pace. The river ran through a canyon here. I looked at the map. There was a dashed line following the river in what appeared to be the main channel. It was labeled, "Disputed state border." It was further labeled, Texas on the south and Oklahoma on the north. I thought, "That is something I need to ask Saul about.

The highest bluff was on the Oklahoma side of the river. It could have been fifty feet or higher in spots. The bluff on the Texas side was the one where our rock cabin had been built. It varied in height between fifteen and maybe thirty feet in places. I thought, "People don't come here." I hadn't seen a beer can or trash of any kind anywhere. Mother Nature had somehow held this beautiful place in reserve. I resolved to help her keep it that way for my son and his children.

We rode upstream far enough that we had to have crossed off our property. We turned then and rode downstream again far enough to have left our property again. We never encountered a fence or a boundary marker of any kind.

We flushed two turkey hens as we drove into a stand of high cottonwood trees near the base of the southern bluff. They rose noisily into the air like a pair of giant quail and landed high in the trees.

Linda and I stopped there and had a Coke. I sat sideways on my mount and Linda came to stand between my legs and leaned her back against me. She allowed me to hold her but she was very quiet. I could tell that she was enraptured by our surroundings. Wildlife was all around us. I heard birds singing and a squirrel barked in the trees above us. I had seen the tracks of raccoons and deer in the sand at the river's edge. There was also a set of pugmarks that we had followed for a while. Linda asked if a mountain lion had made the prints but I was sure they were from a bobcat.

I felt the first drop of rain. A few seconds later, Linda caught one on her nose. I said, "The rain is coming early. We had better run for cover." We cranked up our machines and drove fast along the river's edge back to the spot where the old jeep trail made its way to the top of the bluff. We followed it but at a snail's pace. We made it fine to the top but my truck never would have.

Thunder rolled in the distance as I stopped to open and close the gate in the fence. The rain intensified just a bit. Linda and I agreed to run for the nearest shelter. That would be the house that we had explored the day before. It was only ten minutes away.

We rode up to the house in good time and before the rain came down too hard. The garage door was open and Juan's buggy was sitting inside. I noticed then that Juan was sitting in the swing on the front porch. Linda and I parked in the shelter of the garage too. I said, "Juan is here. I was hoping for a blowjob and a tongue bath."

Linda giggled. She said, "Juan wouldn't mind. He would probably like to watch."

I swatted her on the butt and carried our lunch basket and cooler as we ran to the porch. Juan had moved to the rocking chair, leaving the swing for Linda and me.

Linda said, "We brought lunch, Juan. We have enough for you."

He answered, "Maria sent burritos and beer with me. I will be happy with that but thank you."

I said, "Maybe you would trade a burrito for one of Linda's ham and cheese sandwiches."

He laughed and said, "You may have a burrito, Boss, but they are spicy."

I replied, "Too hot for me, huh?"

He answered, "I think so." He paused and said, "I think I will give to you a cerveza to drink with your ham sandwich. Maybe, I should eat Maria's burritos." Linda giggled and I accepted Juan's offer of a Dos Equis Amber. The rain started to fall. It was gentle but steady.

Juan said, "This shower will pass but there is a bigger storm coming. I think when this lets up, we should run for home."

I agreed and we talked. Juan said that the fences were in much better shape than we had expected. He said, "I only found one place where the wire was down enough that a cow could pass. I repaired that place this morning." He continued, "There is a stretch about one hundred yards long and another smaller section that we should think about replacing soon. It is old fence with wooden line posts. The corner posts on the whole place are all welded drill stem set in concrete. They must have cost a fortune. They will last forever but we should repaint them."

Linda asked, "Have you seen the old stone cabin on the bluff above the river?"

Juan answered, "Si, I looked it over the day before we took the wheat out of the fields. I think it has been there since the Civil War."

Linda asked, "What do you think it was used for?"

Juan replied, "I think it was probably built by an Anglo man with a small family. He was probably an Irishman. Like all Europeans, they build in stone in their old country and the Irish were poor immigrants at that time. I think he brought his family here and squatted to hide them from the war. They more or less lived off the land until peace came and then moved on. I'm sure there was a woman because there was a place for a garden beside the cabin. Only a woman would have tended a vegetable garden. There was a second adult man also. He was probably a brother to the Irishman or his wife. This second man had to be there. One man working alone wouldn't have tried to build such a structure. There was just too much heavy lifting." He paused and continued, "There were children too. If there had been fewer people, he would have built his casa smaller."

Linda asked, "How would you know all of that?"

Juan answered, "I know none of it. It was just the scenario that came to my mind while I explored the place."

She asked, "If the cabin was temporary, why was it so heavily built?"

He said, "The walls had to be thick to stand up. It was built completely from materials that were available here. The Irishman had no money and few tools. The stone was quarried very close by. He wouldn't have carried it far. It was dry stacked because he had nothing to use for mortar. The wooden parts were held together with pegs. He had no nails." He continued, "There was another thing I noticed. The cabin was built on caprock. It has a few inches of dirt on it now but under that, there is smooth stone. It is very nearly flat and level. That is one reason why the Irishman chose that spot. The other main reason was the nearby spring. Good water would have been a big thing."

Linda said, "The roof shingles were all nailed on."

Juan replied, "I think maybe, the roof was thatched when the cabin was new. That is how they would have built it in Ireland. The shingle roof was put on many years later."

Linda looked at me and said, "That is the same thing you said this morning."

I said, "It wasn't a bunker to fight Indians from but Juan's ideas make it pretty interesting anyway." I paused and said, "Either way, it has been there for a long time.

We finished our lunch and the rain moderated to a very light drizzle. A few minutes later, it stopped altogether. We loaded our gear and went home. We had to go slowly over the muddy roads but our clothes and bodies remained mostly dry.

We arrived back at the barn and put the machines inside. Juan said that he would have two of his boys come up and wash them after the storms passed. He meant sometime the next day. We passed our goodbye pleasantries. He mounted his truck and drove away.

Linda held my hand as we walked back to the house. I said, "Well, It's just you and me kid. What do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

She answered, "Let's see what the weather guy has to say before we make that decision."

I replied, "I can play weatherman. I predict that an hour from now it will be raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock. I further predict thunder, lightning and wind."

She said, "In a case like that, let's sit on the patio and have a drink while we watch the storm approach. When the rain begins, we can crawl in bed in the pool house and watch the storm. I accepted her suggestion as a plan.

We took our muddy boots off at the back door and went into the house. While Linda made drinks, I went into the pool house and opened all the curtains. I turned the A/C to the max and turned the covers back on the bed. I thought, "A hot woman in a warm bed and a cold room." I put off lighting candles until later. I reasoned that it wouldn't be dark enough to need them for at least another five hours. It was still the middle of the afternoon.

There really wasn't much to see as the storm approached. We could hear the rumble of distant thunder long before we could see any sign of the coming event. The sky was overcast so our view of the towering cumulonimbus clouds that are always associated with such a storm was obstructed.

The first visible thing was a curtain of rain under darker clouds that were still far away. As it came closer, the thunder became louder, the clouds darker and lightning began to play in the rain. We watched for most of an hour. Everything became more powerful and ominous. The wind picked up suddenly as cold air from somewhere high in the atmosphere fell on us out of the storm.

I said, "Bedtime, Pretty Girl." I had to shout to be heard. We barely made it into the pool house before the first torrential sheets of rain hit. They were moving sideways in the wind and our world suddenly became violently loud and universally wet.

Linda giggled nervously. She was afraid. I held her for a moment and she regained control. She stepped away from me and hurriedly removed her clothing. She was an awesome spectacle to watch as nearby lightning bolts seemed to dance to the music of the booming thunder. It was as if the storm was cheering for her. I watched her as she crawled into the bed and pulled the covers over her head. Then I came back to my senses and realized that I should get naked and follow her. It didn't take long for me to make that happen.

I gathered Linda's sweet naked body into my arms and drew her into my spoon. She took my right hand and wrapped my arm around her. She placed my hand on her left boob and I squeezed gently. Her little body quaked with the sound of the next thunderclap. I held her a bit tighter and felt her respond. She began to relax.

I wet a finger in my mouth and touched her clit. She inhaled sharply and made a gasping sound. I felt her place her hand on top of mine. I began to massage her love button. She helped. She shifted her position to give me better access and pressed my hand harder into her vee. The monster moved. She wiggled her bottom against him to acknowledge his interest.

I felt it happen. Her clitoris became the center of her universe. Her little body moved in my arms. She came to lie on her back with her legs spread and her knees slightly bent. I lay on my side beside her and continued to manipulate her. I began to watch her and I became more involved in my part in this play. The monster rose to full readiness and begged to play his part.

She became oblivious to the storm. Nothing existed in her world except her clit and my finger. She whispered, "Don't stop, Luke. I am very close. Help me cum."

Her baby orgasms came back to back. Her body flinched and jerked as each small wave of pleasure passed through her. I slipped my finger inside her to access more moisture. She was so wet. I moved right back to her hard little nub and massaged her with the new lubricant. She moaned and begged for relief. I increased my tempo and added the slightest pressure. I let it happen for her.

Her orgasm wasn't what I expected. Both her hands covered mine at her pussy. Her bottom came completely off the bed as she rose to increase the pressure there. Soft moaning sounds came out of her that could have been mistaken for the graveyard sounds from an old scary movie. Her body shook as her climax reached its peak. She was very quiet. There was no scream. She only produced the weak coos and purrs that illustrated her ecstasy as she began to come down.

The wind and rain continued outside but the thunder and lightning had subsided somewhat.