Lie down with Mary until she wakes from her nap

You spoon in behind Mary under the covers of the hotel bed. She lay down right after coming back from a hookup in the rose garden with your hotel clerk Lindsay, so Mary's familiar warm scent is that much sweeter with a note of her own hot lady pie on top, spread across her buns and thighs by Lindsay's wild, hungry tongue and lip-lashing. Old Number One twitches and raises his head in salute. What would it be like to find a job in town and come home to your lady every night, instead of phoning it in from the road? Or maybe Mary would be game to co-pilot and meet some of your long-haul road girlfriends that she already knew on the phone, whether from reassuring them that yes, this was Brian's wife, and yes, it was okay to have sex with him, or from listening in and fingering herself while you were banging Sheila or Natalie or Lottie.

Giving her blessings.

And that does it, you're all the way hard. But not in an all-fired hurry to dip your wick. It just feels so sweet to have your dick head kissing up on the back of your wife's wide butt, muscular from her waitress job keeping her on the go.

Mary murmurs in her sleep, something about angels.

Old Number One was a reliable angel for Mary, a messenger to take her to touch Heaven on the rocking chariot of your cock, and twice to deliver your own little angels, Shasta and Sarah, who had all but flown the coop, off to college now.

Time for another visitation.

You stroke Mary's hair gently, smooth, thick dark waves, then trace your fingers down her shoulder and her side. She stirs. "Honeybear?"

"You up for a little cleaving together, sweetie-pie?"

"Mmh," she sighs.

Still sleepy? Oh well. But wait, she's rolling over.

"Yes, honeybear, be in me," Mary says. She rolls onto her belly and rises up on her knees, planting her elbows and lacing her fingers together, bracing her double fist against the padded headboard. "For what we are about to receive, may we be truly thank..."

You kneel up behind her, pull the damp crotch of her naughty-angels printed panties aside, and slide straight in.

"...FUL!, Oh honeybear, YES!" Mary cries.

All the teasing near misses of the last couple days come to a head. With Mary moaning and pushing back at you, her pussy gripping and squeezing on your cock, it's showtime NOW. Your cock root twitches, your dick head swells, and your hips hammer into Mary's butt as you fill her up deep inside.

"That's all right, honeybear," Mary says. "Feels like you had a lot all pent up."

"Yeah. Naptime."

You can faintly tell that Mary's jilling herself off beside you as you drift off into a nap.

Game rolls:
STALK Mary: 9 + 2 = 11, you catch your wife fresh from a nap and ready for love.

Roll +HOT(+1, with Submissive) to TELL HER: 10 + 1 = 11, she's hot for it, take +1 Forward.

Roll +HARD(+2, with Submissive and +1 Forward) to FUCK HER: 2 + 2 = 4, Miss. (snake eyes!) (Make you cum).

You have 2 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (your wife Mary).

When do you next wake? This evening? In time to catch the tiny little wedding or the reception? Or skip ahead to tomorrow, when Lindsay will be giving you a ride to the RV mechanic to get you on the road again. Maybe after another side trip?