Nathanial Hawthorne (a not so obvious joke from his parents) lounged on his back porch listening to the ball game on the radio and absorbing the quiet of the summer evening. "You couldn't buy a better evening," Nate said to himself, "And to think it's July." A summer storm has swept through the neighborhood earlier in the day, bringing with it a cool front and very mild temperatures.
Sundays were the best. Both he and Sydney put in a lot of hours at their jobs during the week, and both worked around the house on the weekend. But, they made it a habit to stop working by 3:00 and clean up by 4:00 on Sundays so that the two can share a quiet meal and some downtime before the week started up again. Nate's most recent project was upgrading the porch he was sitting in. The new ceiling fan whirled above his head and the newly screened-in walls kept the gnats, cicadas and other pesky bugs out.
Sydney joined him a few minutes later bearing a new beer for him and a glass of wine for her. She settled next to her husband and leaned against him. He placed his arm around her. Sundays were the best. "As usual, the kids are out for the evening," Sidney said with a grumpy tone "and I do not expect them back until after we are in bed and asleep. You think they would want to spend some time with their parents" she complained.
"Did you when you came home during summer break from college? I know, I didn't," Nate replied.
"Guess you're right," Sydney sighed. "What's the score?"
"One, zip ... bottom of the sixth" Nate answered and the husband and wife fell into a quiet enjoyment of each other's presence.
Darkness settled over the yard beyond the screens. "God, what a great evening. I cannot believe its July," Sydney mused.
"Mmm Hu," Nate grunted, agreeing with his wife. Sydney curled closer into her husband and the lovers grew quiet once again as the evening thickened.
After about a half hour of quiet snuggling and when the night was appropriately dark, Sydney got up and turned off the porch light. The darkness of the evening surrounded them. She settled back on the couch and placed her hand on Nate's cock. Nate looked down at his wife who looked mischievously back at him. She winked and started to rub his sleeping "little fella". Nate, never turning down his wife's invitations, smiled and laid his head back. The cicadas filled the summer air with their song as the darkness deepened.
Nate's cock awakened enthusiastically. So much so that Sydney had to unbutton and unzip Nate's pants else he burst right through them. She slipped her hand down his pants and continued to encourage his erection.
Eventually, that movement became awkward and Sydney announced "Since, I've already done the hard part so to speak, I might as well complete the task." And she commenced pulling Nate's pants and undershorts down to his ankles. He kicked them to the side.
Sydney went to the grill and picked up the cooking oil. Returning to her husband and his hard-on, she sat on the floor between his legs and poured a generous supply of oil into her palm. Then massaged the oil onto Nate's awaiting member with slow and steady stokes. She took her time, ensuring his member was thoroughly covered. She twisted her hand around the head of his cock occasionally as she moved it up and down with a light grip just to make sure his cock was completely covered.
Husband and wife sat quietly on the darkened porch, he on the sofa, she nestled on the floor between his legs with her hand slowly and smoothly moving up and down Nate's cock. The summer sounds were accented by periodic happy masculine sighs, sensuous feminine coos, and soft squishing sounds of oiled skin rubbing on oiled skin.
"You know something," Sydney said, breaking the silence. "I really like that shirt you're wearing. Plus, you look silly there in a shirt, sans pants and undies. Why don't hustle out the rest of your cloths so as to not mess anything up." Nate did as his wife suggested.
"Oh my," Sydney purred. "That's much better." She resumed her slow massage of the well-lubed shaft, but now using only her thumb on the underside and a single finger on the top. In no hurry, Sydney settled into a slow rhythm, her digits delicately gliding up and down Nate's cock.
Sometime later, Sydney once again broke the stillness. "I love quiet evenings," she said. "It gives my mind time to wander. You know where it wandered? Of course not. How silly of me assuming that you could read my mind. I was reminiscing about that beach trip. The one when I was pregnant with Ben," she said, her fingers keeping a slow and steady pace over Nate's cock. Just for fun she would run them over the head and then back down to his balls.
"Specifically," Sydney continued, "I was musing about the time you fucked me from behind hidden in the dune grass. I must have cum three or four times as you pounded my pussy. I love being fucked from behind. I can feel every inch of your cock as it slides in and out."