"I think that takes care of the toll dear. In fact, I think I owe you some change."

The house was dark, cool and quiet. The fridge door made that ripping sound that you can only hear in the middle of the night, as the magnetic strip pulled away from the metal.

My hand hovered inside, unable to choose between the cold chicken wings, and the leftover chocolate pudding, clearly equally appropriate midnight food, and then I heard a noise behind me, and slowly turned, just in time to see the angel land.

Well, not land exactly. More ‘appear'. In the hallway. A vision of loveliness in blue, standing on the smooth wooden boards, barely lit by the light from the fridge, and the pale yellow gleam from the lamp outside the front door.

A healthily rounded woman, dressed only in a thin wedgewood blue nightie, her covering translucent, almost glowing, as though the light were desperate to show her off as best it could.

The nightie barely covered her decently around the thighs, and I could see dimly a dark thatch triangle through the clinging cloth, and a pair of cool erect nipples thrusting from the small firm breasts.

Her smile shone too, love and desire in her lips, and her eyes.

"Mike, what the Hell are you doing?"

Oh yeah, she's not that kind of angel. This is my wife. Five years, and I can't imagine existing without her.

"Sorry Linda. I didn't mean to wake you. I was just a little peckish."

"You can't eat that stuff Mike. What about a piece of fruit?"

"Fruit? At midnight? You can't be serious."

"Oh, I can." And she moved to the fridge, intending to find something more healthy for me to eat. I quickly closed the door, and stood in the way. The light level dropped even more. "Mark, come on, let me in there."

"Not a hope. I don't want anything now. I've changed my mind."

And still with a smile on her face: "Well then, you have to pay a toll for waking me."

"What sort of toll?"

"A lip kind of toll."

"Oh?"

"Oh."

So I put my arms out, and took my angel in my arms. Holding her close in her thin nightie, I could feel all her wonderful curves as though she were naked. Our lips locked together, hands wandering freely over both our bodies.

Before I noticed, Linda had undone my dressing gown, and it fell to the floor around my feet. I pulled her hard to me and lifted her gently from the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist, my hands on her bare bum, holding her up, and we stumbled like some mutant animal to the table, a big old solid teak slab atop eight rough legs.

I lowered her bare bottom gently to the cool surface, and relaxed her body back on the table, grabbing a cushion from one of the chairs to rest her head. She was supported to the knees by the table now, her nightie hiked up to just below her breasts, her skin a deliciously bronzed shimmer in the low light, knees slightly apart, her most intimate parts fearlessly displayed.

Returning my lips to hers briefly, I began a silent exploration of her warmth, travelling erratically downward, pausing to inspect her neck, thinly covered erect breasts, her smooth belly. Have you ever noticed how attractive a woman's stomach is in this position? Smooth and taut. Truly angelic. Linda has a ticklish navel but finds it arousing as well, so I had to time my tongue caresses carefully, listening to her body's demands.

Slowly but surely I neared my goal, amidst the dark thatch near the edge of the table, and my tongue slid lightly over the sturdy coiled hairs and down between, like passing through the gate to a forbidden city. Feeling moisture and slipperiness on my tongue now, I explored all around ground zero, running my tongue in and out of her tender areas, my hands now reaching up and caressing her nipples, dragging the thin blue cloth over them, applying friction in a cruel-but-oh-so-nice way she loved.

I could feel her body's level of arousal rising with my ministrations, and concentrated my attack on the city, flicking delicately but deeply within the tender folds of skin, edging nearer the pleasure centre.

A shudder ran through her silent body, and I knew it was time for the final step. My tongue flicked around the edges tenderly, teasing a little, delaying the inevitable, and descended to consume her completely, lips and tongue dancing a familiar salsa between her thighs. As Linda lifted her feet to the tabletop and spread her knees, I took her tiny nub between my lips, and caressed it fiercely with my wet tongue. It wasn't long before her thighs tensed beneath me, her breath came in short sharp gasps, and then her whole body tightened under my busy tongue for a moment, and then all her muscles tensed almost painfully as she surrendered, shuddered, orgasmed. I stopped then, my tongue resting at the centre of al this attention, her shudders causing her to move against it, this in turn causing more gasps and movement, a pleasure feedback loop. Slowly the muscle spasms declined in frequency and strength, and eventually she was again able to speak.

"I think that takes care of the toll dear. In fact, I think I owe you some change."

"You do? Cash?"

"Hardly. Swap."

"Huh?"

"Places. Get up on this table." And she hopped down again, her nightie falling to almost cover her decently, though her nipples still thrust obscenely through the thin blue.

I'm not one to turn down an opportunity, and I hoisted myself to the table, and lay as Linda had, supported to the knees. Linda stood in front of me, a mock anger in her voice, a smile on her face: "What is this then?", prodding at my erection with her pointed finger. "Oh, and it's been leaking as well! Best take a look."

Adopting a medical attitude now, she lifted the waistband of my boxers over the top, and quickly removed them before returning to inspect the oddity in front of her.

"I don't suppose this is good for anything is it?" she said, flicking again, but gently.

"Yeah, it is, actually, but I'm not sure I can explain."

Chuckling now, she lowered her mouth to my hardness, and began to lick and caress the length of it, her hands exploring all around, as though inspecting for faults.

"Well, it doesn't look too bad anyway. I'd best check it works correctly though."

She started to work on it in earnest then, licking around the tip and up and down the length, her wetness leaving cool patches as it hardened more under her attention. Eventually her fingers stopped caressing, and though I had a fair idea where they had gone, I had to lift my head to look.

Looking down toward Linda, I could see only two things of interest. Her head bobbing gently on and around me, and her fingers, between her legs now, caressing herself in time with her busy tongue on me.

Realising now how close I was, she stopped her attentions with her tongue and hastily clambered onto the table in front of me, crouched on the hard wood on her knees, her body rising above me, and I took the time to gently remove her nightie, releasing her taut breasts with the now painful nipples.

Looking at me with gratitude and not a little urgency, she slowly lowered herself on me, slippery and tight, and as she began a rhythmic pumping over my hardness, her hands found their way to her breasts, and gave her nipples the attention they demanded.

I took her buttocks into my hands then, and scraped my fingernails across the smooth skin. Slowly moving them around to the front of her body, I spread my fingers across her stomach, and my thumbs delicately tickled her navel, and had the effect I knew it would.

She exploded and pressed violently down upon me, her muscles tight and strong now, and she orgasmed again, and that was all I could take. Groaning myself now, I tensed and released my load, pumping deep within her, my angel gyrating wildly above me, hands squeezing breasts tight, her whole body swaying with the relief of tension, her groans loud in the quiet, her body sweaty and shiny.

Slowly she leaned down to kiss me again, whispered secret endearments in my ear, and slowly lifted herself off me, dropping to the floor lightly, and stood, staring at my no longer impressive privates.

"Hmm... Mike, I think you can consider the toll paid in full."

"Thank goodness for that. I didn't have any more change."

"In fact... well... I'm one ahead."

"That's true."

"Perhaps I could make it up to you somehow?"

"Oh yes?"

"Plenty of room in the shower."

"What, now?"

"Now."

"Well, okay, but I'd better have a snack first, just to make sure I have the energy."

"Good plan. I claim the choco pudding though. You keep your hands off."

"Off what? You or the pudding?"

"Both. Just for now. Get a spoon, would you?"

And we sat and ate, a naked angel at my table.

Jan 2010
I am a 68 y/o widower who lost his soul mate to breast CA 5 years ago. You write about Shirley and I better than I can. We had an ongoing romance for 27 years.
      GBF: I'm not sure I'm capable of responding to that one, other than to voice my sympathies for your loss.

Apr 2009
I have one niggle. How could ones wife's breast be described as obscene. indeed breasts in my opinion never are obscene. But otherwise a story up yo your usual high standard.
      GBF: Oh, 'niggle'. I thought you said 'nipple'.

Jun 2008
Very nice. I enjoyed that. That's exactly why you need a good sturdy table in the kitchen. :-) I can see myself being the one looking for a midnight snack. Wouldn't mind sharing, if food isn't all we're gonna share. :-)

Jun 2008
A nice midnight fuck snack. 'Box lunch' for him and 'tube steak' for her. Interesting and sweet...

May 2008
Reminds me of that 'Undercover Angel' song...

Jun 2006
The married couple are the best. Married folks need to remember not to take their spouses or sex with them for granted. Tasteful sex is wonderful too.
      GBF: Hey, even bad sex is good. :-)

Apr 2006
lovely, romantic and very very sexy just goes to show that you should always investigate when you hear noises in the night
      GBF: Well, just be careful, though...

Dec 2005
fun story. you captured the imagined feelings of both people. Rare gift. Writing from the male and female perspective ain't easy. Damn good writing
      GBF: Thanks a lot.

Nov 2005
Makes me want a midnight snack.
      GBF: Which way should I take that?

Jun 2005
i think that was absolutely amazing
      GBF: Thanks a lot.

Jun 2005
now THAT is a great midnight snack !
      GBF: You want that toasted?

Jun 2005
Makes me want to turn off the light early just so I can wake up at midnight and snack on someone.... I'd claim the chicken wings though. :)
      GBF: I would too!

Jun 2005
I really love this one - wish I had a woman who was like this - but at my age (67), I can only dream - thanks, Ron
      GBF: Nothing wrong with dreaming

Jun 2005
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!!! But... I love it! I love it! I love it! Don't think words can say how much I liked this one. My new favorite! You really out did yourself Gental! Thanks
      GBF: Oh, that's JUST the right thing to say! Well, except it's Gentle. They way you put it, it's almost genital! :-)

Jun 2005
YUMMMMMMMMMM I get these kind of cravings all the time!! Delicious
      GBF: I'll send a caterer.

Apr 2005
A very pleasant lovemaking. I like the dialogue; it was humerous and timely as usual with your writing.
      GBF: Thanks. Should I send her around for a visit?

Mar 2005
well this story was great plus i like the lil oral stuff that was put in to it.
      GBF: The oral stuff, huh?

Jan 2005
After reading this story, I understand what others are trying to emulate when they put things like "There we were, fucking on a pinball machine" every other paragraph in their stories. (I know what's going on, re-stating it doesn't add any more shock val
      GBF: Thanks a lot. Not that there are any pinballs in this story!

Jan 2005
Gentle: true to style, excellent!

Jan 2005
Story is cute and sexy. Well done. Liked the comic dialog. Gave you a 10 as it was excellent for a short story.
      GBF: Thanks. Are longer stories sexier?

Dec 2004
You are obsessed with showers and it's great. So am I. Warm water and soapy hands are magic.
      GBF: No I'm not! Oh, maybe... :-) But a whole lot of other stuff too!

Nov 2004
As usual Gentle.......Your story has decided hardening elements......specifically cocks. A good firm 10.
      GBF: Thanks Chuck.

Oct 2004
I think I need a wife, but I don't think I could wait five years for this hot sex to come about. I'm jealous as hell.

Jul 2004
very nicely written, as usual ;)

Jun 2004
Good stuff

Jun 2004
. . . although a spontaneous fuck between husband and wife is for me kind of mild it does have erotic impact.
      GBF: I hope so . . . Thanks.

Oct 2003
This was really nice. Short, with enough development to be interesting, but focused on the scene.

Sep 2003
LOL, what an original viewpoint! Haven't benn made to laugh like that (by erotica) ever! Well written too!

Jun 2001
But this one was good, with your usual blend of sex and romance. Linda is a very special woman.

Jun 2001
What a wonderfully romantic story. I think I liked the last line best...it expressed all sorts of wonderful emotions.