After pouring the wine, we asked a blessing on our meal, and I served up the dinner I had made. Wanting a picnic, I kept it simple, fresh fruit, sandwiches, olives and easy to eat food that we could kind of feed one another. The soft music played low, the candles flickered in the dying light. Her skin shown ruby and bright, as the wine and relaxation took hold. Sometimes, time to just talk quietly was the best thing in the world.
On our sides, facing one another, filled with all the food we wanted, I leaned and kissed her. Deborah's arm wrapped my neck, as she fell back, pulling me on top. As we kiss, deeply, passionately, I felt her breathing deepen, as the hunger in her returned.
Time passed, as we kindled one another's fire. Our tongues licked and explored, dancing a lover's dance. Over clothes our hands searched one another's body, finding all the most enticing holds. Then I felt her fingers push beneath the waist of my jeans. Her bare palm rubbed my swollen, tense manhood, and her nails tickled through the supple skin of my balls.
Following her lead, I ran a hand up her shirt. Pawing her soft, womanly swell through the slick fabric of her bra, she arched offering me more. My groping brought her fire higher, and she responded by rubbing me harder.
Breaking our kiss, I looked at my wife as she laid beneath me, "Here?" I asked.
She only nodded. As I lifted her shirt, she arched so it would slide up, and lifted so I could pull it over her long black mane. I slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, and folded the cups away to reveal Deborah's wonderful breasts. Her dark nipples outlined against pale, milky white skin, called for my lips. As my palm tended one, my lips went to the furthest circle. I suckled in the leathery nub, and began drawing on it, licking it, nipping it with my teeth.
Kissing from one, down the valley and up to the other, I teased it as well. Then I slowly kissed and licked my way down her wonderful skin. Her hands gently rubbed my bald head, guiding me down her frame. At her waist, I sat up enough to unfasten the fly of her jeans. I pulled the flaps aside, revealing her white panties. A simple man, some of the simplest things were the sexiest to me. Those white briefs almost glowed as I uncovered them, turning me on even more if possible. With nothing to hide us but a privacy fence, and neighbors all around, as I peeled away her pants, there was a heady sense of danger there. Lit by candles, we were on display for anyone that bothered to look. Did they look? Were we seen? I guess we will never know.
I settled between her flesh thighs, looking up from her crotch. Catching her fresh from work, she hadn't showered, and her scent was heady and strong as I liked it. I kissed the damp crotch of her simple briefs, and inhaled deeply, filling my nose with her musk. Her fragrance sent shivers over me, dancing along my spine. My manhood leapt within my Levi's, enticed by her erotic aroma.
With my fingers, I worked the panel aside, baring her ruddy-colored depths, and tangles of thin sparse fur. My thumbs spread her, allowing my tongue to enter. I felt her salty tang nip the edges, as I pushed the tip inside. Finding her swollen nub, I began to caress and tease it tenderly.
My wife pawed at her own breasts, teasing them, adding to the electricity I caused. She pinched and rubbed her nipples, as the grew and swelled into huge points. Her hips rolled and swayed, finding perfect rhythm with my lathing.
"Oh yes," she whispered. "That's it baby...lick my pussy."
