Steve Hamilton kissed his wife, Tracy, gently on the lips. Her mouth opened, and as he licked at her tongue, he could feel the pleasant nibbling of her teeth as she chewed into his bottom lip. He held her soft and easy in her arms, bending slightly to accommodate for the differences in their height. A gentle summer breeze blew at them.
"Hey, hey, lady," he. said quietly, pulling his lips away from her hungry mouth. "Is that anyway now for a decent married woman to be acting?"
"Decent," Tracy purred back, rubbing her body against his, rolling the curve of her cunt across the stiffening thickness of his cock. "Who wants to be decent. That's so dull. I'd much rather be indecent."
They were lying in the grass, side by side, the summer midnight sky a blazing tapestry of brilliant stars woven against a velvet cloak of the deepest, darkest black. The trees around them swished gently back and forth, rustling crisply from the easy press of the cooling breeze. The grass rippled against them, like tiny waves in a green meadow sea, lapping at their bodies. Behind them, where the hill fell away, the silhouetted buildings of Mount Shangri-la Lodge were like blurred shadows against the dusky horizon. Beyond it lay the lake, the moonlight dancing like an electric bubble upon its glass-like surface. And then more hills and hills until they became a mountain, standing for all eternity with stone fingers pointing accusingly at the sky.
"You talk like a loose woman," Steve whispered. He put his hand on her breast, and caressed it through her blouse. "I don't know if I like that. A loose, indecent woman."
"Oh, but I am though," she answered, pecking at his mouth, licking him with her darting, snake-like tongue. The wind got into her hair and danced it against his face. "I am a loose, indecent woman. I do dirty things."
"Oh, really? Do something dirty.'
She humped her cunt against his cock. "What should I do that's dirty? Oh, I know – I'll talk dirty. Would you like me to talk dirty for you, darling?"
Steve snuggled his face against the soft paleness of Tracy's neck, breathing in the perfume of her growing excitement, lashing the tip of his tongue swiftly around the perimeter of her ear. His fingers, in the meantime, moved up, away from her breast, and slowly, furtively, began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
"Okay," he said, stabbing his tongue into the hollow of her ear. She shuddered under him, and he knew she was very excited. "Let me hear you talk dirty. Give me your worst. Be raunchy."
"I want to fuck you," Tracy whispered, hissing her voice, stretching out the vowels until her voice seemed to growl with passion. "I want to take your,cock and shove it into my pussy! I want to jerk you off and have you come all over my belly. I'II rub it all over me, all over my cunt and tits and -"
The words, connected with the memory and idea, excited Steve, and he leaned forward and kissed his wife hard on the lips. His stiffening tongue tapped at her lips, and she parted them, permitting his entrance. She sucked it into her mouth, drawing upon it with her draining breath, rubbing it against her teeth and the inside of her mouth. She teased it with her tongue, licking it, prodding it, lapping at it until he dug it deeply into her mouth, extending it its full length, rippling it across the back of her throat. He moaned softly in her mouth, halting, in his excitement, the unbuttoning of her blouse.
Steve broke the kiss off. 'Well…" he said, trying to sound unconvinced. "That wasn't bad, I mean, for something dirty, but it was only talking. It wasn't as if you did something dirty…”
Tracy burrowed herself again between his thighs, feeling the familiar thumping of her husband's cock against the curve of her pussy. She was very much excited, and her panties felt as if she had peed in them. Even her jeans were wet she was so aroused.
"You want me to do something dirty," she said, pulling her arms around from behind him. "That's different. I don't know, now. Maybe you'll have to convince me -"
Steve kissed her again, harder, his tongue probing sensually in inside of her mouth. He moved it across her lips and teeth, and lapped it up and down the wet sweet walls of her cheeks. He teased his tongue across the ridged hollow at the roof of her mouth, grinding his hard body in a tight, humping motion against her.
"Convinced yet?" he asked.
Tracy shuddered excitedly. "Well, I'm not sure. Why don't you try that again?"
Steve kissed her another time, using his tongue the way an artist used a paintbrush, dabbing at her mouth, licking at it, stroking it with long flat strokes that washed themselves across the spongy wetness of her tongue. He resumed the unbuttoning of her blouse, parting it to the middle of her chest, inserting his fingers against her warm flesh.
Tracy was wearing a bra, and Steve slipped his hand into the cup, holding the trembling, tender mound in the palm of his squeezing hand. Her breasts were very sensitive, he knew, and she enjoyed having them played with more than anything else; more than fucking, he sometimes thought. So tonight he played with them. He squeezed it in and out, turning his hand back and forth, allowing the quivering flesh to slide between his fingers. Her nipple was throbbing with stiffness, and he caught it between his thumb and index fingers, pinching it until his wife was moaning wetly into his mouth, lashing her own tongue against his in her sudden responsive excitement.
"Better?" he asked, breaking off the kiss.
Tracy's eyes were closed, and he could' hear the wet, harsh sound of her breathing. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead, and her mouth was open loosely, her lips trembling ever so slightly. Her pale cheeks were flushed with passion and she was grinding herself hard against his cock, putting both her tiny hands on his ass, pressing his weight down against her.
"You almost had me convinced…" she began.
Steve humphed with mock indignation. "Almost!" he exclaimed. He pinched her nipple, feeling it deflate between his fingers, then feeling it again grow full with a renewed stiffness. He said: "What am I going to have to do to convince you? Fuck you right here on the grass? Fuck you right here, right now?"
"Oh… baby!" Tracy moaned.
"All right," he said, fondling her intimately, moving his hand awkwardly under her restraining bra from her right tit to her left. "I'll try one more thing, my secret weapon. If that doesn't work, nothing will."
Tracks cunt was oozing wetness the way an overly wet sponge oozed a puddle of water. She closed her eyes, her body trembling, grinding her cunt erotically up and down amend the stiff column of her husband's cock.
"Oh, yeah," she asked, eyes closed, her lips trembling with anticipation. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You'll see," Steve answered, teasing her with his voice. He returned his hands to her blouse, pulling it from her jeans, and continuing to unbutton it until it parted under his fingers.
"Oh… baby!" Tracy moaned excitedly, understanding at last. She thrust her bra-encased tits up toward his face. "Oh God – that's wild!"
He tugged on her bra, pulling it up above her breasts. "Ssshhh, for Christ's sake. Let me do it to you first before you say anything:
"Oh God, baby – hurry! It's making me horny!"
In the dim, sagging light of the moon and stars, Steve Hamilton stared down at his wife's breasts. They were not especially large, but they were firm and well-shaped, like a rolling teardrop that had been frozen suddenly and was warm. Her nipples were stiff with the exciting kiss of the night air upon them, throbbing and twitching madly at the stars. Her flesh was pale and frail-looking in the shadows, but he could clearly discern the darker circle of brown Surrounding each breast tip, like a perimeter around her nipples.
He lowered his mouth and began to eat her breasts.
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, stiffening under his wet, licking attack. Tracy arched her back, thrusting her tits into his face, rubbing her nipples over the wetness of his lips. She could feel the feather-like brush of his hair like slender tendrils trailing across the quivering orb. "Oh, my God, that's fantastic… fantastic!"
Steve sucked her nipples up into her mouth, dabbing the stiffened points with the edge of his tongue. He held her tit with his fingers, squeezing it up between his lips, and he rolled his tongue slowly, wetly across the end of the curve, lashing at her nipples. He dug his tongue into her sweet-tasting, tender flesh, rolling his tongue up and over, flattening her nipples as he licked back and forth. He could feel her stirring under him, her body squirming with a burning desire.
Tracy moved her hand and slid it down between their bodies. Her slender fingers wrapped themselves around Steve's stiffened cock, and she squeezed the shaft through the material of his jeans. He was hot and throbbing in her palm, and she rubbed him up and down, from the base of his shaft to the swollen tip of his cockhead.
"Convinced yet?" Steve asked, lifting his fate from her tits. His mouth was wet with his own;saliva, and he licked his tongue slowly, casually up and down over the swollen stiffness of her nipple. Her flesh was soft and wet, and he could hear the sound of his tongue moving against her, making a wet, lapping sound, like waves of an ocean washing against a lonely beach.
Tracy shuddered. "Oh, I love you, baby… I love you so much -"
"You didn't answer my question," Steve teased, humping his cock up and down in the hollow of her gripping hand. He could feel the fingers of the grass rubbing against his face as the wind blew darkly.
"Oh, baby," Tracy moaned. "I want to make love to you. I want to get laid so bad…"
"Just as I thought," Steve exclaimed, pretending to be indignant. "I convince you, and you forget all that you said you were going to do to me."
Tracy opened her eyes, trying to focus through her passion. Her eyes were red and clouded, and she was breathing fitfully.
"Did I promise you something, baby?" she asked, her voice breathless with her excitement.
"Did you!" Steve began massaging her breasts again, squeezing his fingers in and out. "You were going to do something dirty to me, remember? You're a loose, indecent woman, right?"
Tracy smiled sensually, closing her eyes again. "Oh, yes. I remember now. Now, let's see. What shall I do to you?"
"Something dirty," he coaxed, sliding his trembling cock up and down between her fingers. "Something immoral and indecent. Something obscene and sexual -"
Tracy purred "Ah, yes. I know. Turn over, baby. On your back."
Excitedly, Steve turned over, releasing his grip upon Tracy's saliva wet breasts. The wind rippled her parted blouse, flapping like a banner against him as her tits dangled down, wet nipples brushing lightly across the edge of his chest.
"What are you going to do to me?" Steve asked, knowing already what his wife had in mind. "Is it going to hurt me?"
Tracy laughed sensually. "It's going to feel so good it's going to seem as if it hurts."
"Oh, yeah. What are you going to do?"
Tracy laughed softly. "I'm going to suck your cock."
Steve shuddered excitedly. "Do you think you should?" he asked breathlessly. "We're outside, you know, darling. What if someone should walk by? What if someone should see what you're doing?"
"They're going to get a eye-full then," she purred, opening her husband's zipper. "They're going to see me sucking your cock!"
Steve closed his eyes, his mouth dry, the air in his lungs tasting like bitter steam. He tried to be cool and casual, pulling his hands away from her body, folding his arms under him, cradling his head like a pillow, but he was incredibly excited. He sucked in his breath and held it, desperately trying to contain his passion.
Tracy pulled his cock out. It stood stiff and rigid in the cool night air. The chill of the summer wind was exciting against his trembling shaft, and he could feel his flesh under his clothing pucking into tiny bumps of sensitivity. For a moment he couldn't decide which was more exciting: the touch of his wife's hand against his naked cock, or the realization that he was exposed and naked in the middle of an empty field where anyone, any one of the Shangri-la guests could stumble across them at any moment.
Tracy played with his cock, teasing him with her fingers. She pulled his balls out and laid them across his open zipper until they hung down between his thighs. She clamped her fingers around the base of the shaft, and jerked him slowly up and down, slithering her fingers up the length of the throbbing erection until she was squeezing the ball of his swollen cockhead between her fingers. Moisture seeped from his glans, and she rubbed it across the sensitive flesh, watching his erection quivering and tremble sensually. She stroked him deeply, tightening her fingers around the thickness of his shaft until the head of his cock seemed swollen to almost twice its size. Up and down she jerked him, stroking the full length of his hardon, feeling the smooth slippery slide of his flesh rubbing against the collecting sweat of her pahn.
"Christ! Suck it already!" Steve moaned, arching his hips up, assisting her movements by driving his cock through the hollow of her fist. "Suck it already, before I come all over my belly."
Tracy moaned. "That would be nice. I like to jerk you off and feel you coming all over my hand, between my fingers. So hot… and wet… and sticky! I'll lap it all up from your belly… Drink up your sperm -"
"Jesus Christ – suck it!" he moaned, feeling his balls tighten. "You're teasing the hell out of me."
Tracy laughed softly. "I know it. I know exactly what I'm doing. Do you want me to suck your cock? Then you've got to ask me. Ask me nicely, and maybe, maybe I'll do it for you. Say please."
"Please," he moaned, his cock quivering spasmodically. "Please, baby… please!"
"Please what?"
He shuddered. "Please suck my cock!"
Tracy grinned. "All right," she said, and she lowered her head.
Tracy hesitated a split-second, then lowered her mouth and began to suck on Steve's cock. She felt the huge shaft push into her pliant lips, parting them as he entered her warm mouth. She could taste his hardness, the salty heaviness weighing against her tongue. The shaft of his cock slid across the edge of her teeth, and she licked at it enthusiastically with her tongue. Wild sensations filled her body at the strange, uniquely sexual excitement it brought her to be performing something so intimate in such an open, unprotected place.
Steve moaned when he felt his wife's soft lips close over the pole of his cock. Her licking tongue tickled him until he was groaning softly with pleasure. The inside of her mouth was soft and wet and hot, and the flesh of his cock tingled sensually. As he pushed himself in, growing stiffer and harder between her lips, he felt the hard edge of her teeth scraping erotically around the sides of his shaft, chewing into his erection. There was an unmistakable stirring in his balls.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, arching up gently, prodding the back of her wet throat with the end of his erection. "That feels so good. So intense… hot! Christ!"
Steve brought his hand down, and placed it on top of Tracy's bobbing head. His fingers spread through her dark brown hair as he attempted to hold her lips in place around his hardon. He could feel the wet cold licking fingers of the air, wrapping themselves around his wet cock each time his wife pulled her head back, and permitted his stiffness to slide from her tighly puckered lips. The tingling in his balls intensified, and he found himself humping sensually up and down, fucking his cock in and out of his wife's wet, sucking lips.
His free hand moved, and Steve cupped her naked breast into his palm. It felt cool and firm between his feverish fingers, and he enjoyed the sensual in and out lifting and drop of the orb as her body pulled back and forth above him. He caught the nipple of her right breast between his fingers, holding it steady so that her breast pulled taut on the back stroke, and plopped heavily between his fingers on her downward plunge. Touching her nakedness excited him, as it always did, but tonight, under the stars, with the cool summer wind tickling at their partial nakedness, the sensations seemed so much more intense.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned softly, squeezing her tits, driving himself in and out. Her lips made a wet, squishing sound around his stiffening cock. "Suck it, Tracy… suck it!… God, that feel so good!… Fantastic… fantastic!"
Pleasure throbbed in Tracy's head as she gobbled down Steve's cock. She dropped her jaw all the way down, and tightened her lips around the slick, saliva coated column of his hard pink flesh. Sensually, she rolled her tongue across the swollen head of his cock, teasing it around the underside of the shaft until he was squirming in pleasure under her. She began to move her mouth up and down, in a short rapid arc, sliding her lips across the rigid length of his throbbing hardness.
"Fantastic!" he groaned. "My God – you're going to make me come if you do that much longer."
His words excited her, and Tracy redoubled her efforts. Her lips trembled, and she had to suck in air through her nose. She plunged her face down, sucking upward on his cock, drawing him deeply into her mouth, and she pushed her lips down to the base of Steve's belly. Rubbing against her nose, she could feel the scratchy brush of his pubic hair. The steel teeth of his open zipper was cold against her flushed cheek. The entire length of Steve's cock was engulfed by her mouth, and it twitched and throbbed madly against her tongue as he pushed the shaft gently against the opening of her throat. She wanted him to come, she knew suddenly. She wanted her man to come in her mouth.
"Oh, Cod," Steve moaned, holding her hard against him, his knees up and parted to permit her bobbing head and shoulders. "Tracy – that's great! Wonderful, fantastic! You're going to make me come… you'd better stop… Oohhh!"
Instead of stopping, Tracy's tempo increased. She plunged her face down hard, flattening her throat so that his cockhead was almost down inside of it. She tightened her lips around the thick base of his shaft, drawing her breath inward, hollowing her cheeks against the throbbing sides of his erection. She sucked up with all her strength and might, creating a wet sliding fleshy vacuum around his cock.
"Baby… baby!" he cried, his body trembling. He released his hold on her breast and placed both hands on top of her head. He used his fingers to push her in and out, up and down, holding her down hard around him, sticking his cock all the way into her mouth. "Christ, you're gonna make me come!… Please, baby… please!"
Tracy broke her deep caress off, pulling her head back. Steve's long hot cock popped from her mouth and rested against her flushed cheek She clutched at his hardness with her hands, rubbing his cock back and forth against her face, exhaling softly, wetly.
"Come, baby… come!" she whispered, her eyes closed, the summer wind cool against her saliva damp face. "I want you to come, baby. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to feel your come pumping into my mouth, sliding down my throat… Oh, Steve, I love you so much!".
Steve shuddered at the thought. "What about you?" he asked, his voice a trembling moan. His cock was like a hot poker against her warm flesh. "What about you, baby? It would be unfair…"
Tracy squeezed his cock with all her strength, her fingernails digging into his rigid, fleshy pole. Licking her tongue over his swollen cockhead, chewing into it as if it were a piece of obscene, sexual candy, she said:
"Do it for me, baby… do it for met I want you to come. I want to taste it… I want to drink it down. Oh, baby, please… please. Do it for me… do it for me. Come in my mouth!"
"But you -"
"If you love me, let me do it. I want to, Steve. I want to!"
He shuddered convulsively, feeling the wild erotic kiss of the wind upon his balls. He could hear music in the distance, and the faraway sound of laughter carried to him across the stilled mountain air.
"Oh, God – yes!" he cried. "Do it, yes! Do it! I want you to… I want you to! I want to come in your mouth! I want to – Christ!"
Excitement made Tracy's head swell with passion as she returned to her work. She began to bob up and down on the end of Steve's cock. She drew her lips back, allowing the swollen shaft of his cock to slide from her mouth until his cockhead was pressed against her teeth. Then she plunged down again, reswallowing his entire throbbing length, until her lips were sealed tightly to his hairy belly. Tracy repeated this jerking, in and out movement over and over: up and down, up and down, up and down, gliding his hard cock in and out of her mouth.
She could feel him stiffening under her, and in her mouth she could taste the pungent saltiness of his, preorgastic discharge. She drank it down greedily, as if it were a sensual delicacy, coating her throat with its honeyed sweetness.
Straining forward, Tracy tightened her lips around Steve's cock, trying to provide for him an even, more intense feeling of licking friction. She pumped her lips up and down his shaft, lapping him, eating him, feeling her saliva bubbling from the wrinkled corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin, staining wetly the front of his jeans. Tracy sucked as hard as she knew how, trying frantically to draw Steve's sperm into her mouth.
"I'm going to come!" he cried, his shrilled voice piercing the night. "I'm going to come – now!"
Tracy's mouth was suddenly flooded with a thick, hot discharge, plopping like mucousy blobs against her tongue. The moment it touched her, she went completely insane with passion, and she began to suck desperately on her husband's gushing shaft. She used her mouth as if it were her hand, trying to wring the sperm from his cock with the pressing friction of her tongue. She gobbled the thick fluid down, swallowing the slimy wetness with an insatiable greed. It was like a wine, an ambrosia, burning her stomach and making her head dizzy with excitement. She could feel it on her teeth, on her tongue, coating her lips, smeared all over the insides of her cheeks. She gulped and swallowed, and swirled her tongue across the tip of his cock so that she could feel it pumping out and splattering against her tongue.
"Oh, God!" Steve moaned. "I'm coming!… I'm coming!"
Steve's cock spewed hotly all over her tongue, and Tracy began to swallow in self-defense,. to keep from drowning in his copious discharge. She could feel thick lumps of the fluid pouring from the end of his cock, gushing slipperily down her throat, splashing in her stomach. Sperm oozed out from between her lips, and ran like milky rivers over the point of her chin. She brought her hands up to the base of his cock, and squeezed into his throbbing flesh, drawing even more sperm from the limitless depths of his convulsing balls.
"Enough…" he moaned. "Enough."
With her mouth still hot with his sperm, Tracy released his limp cock. It dropped from her lips, a thin dribble of sperm oozing from its tip. She climbed up on top of her husband, and kissed him full on the mouth. Isis lips parted, and his tongue pushed into her mouth, slithering sensually into the puddle of his own orgasm. Tracy kissed him hard, her spermy tongue darting in and out of his lips, transferring his come back to his body.
Steve accepted her gift, understanding without words what it meant. It was an act of love.