Tradition!! Memorial Day weekend in the Northwest serves up fantastic Pinot Noirs and Pinot Gris's. This year it served up that, and more..
Ever since we met, my Wife and I have used this weekend as a special treat to ourselves. Our first date was a wine tasting affair in the Willamette Valley of Oregon's Wine Country. A lot of the small wineries are only open this weekend for capacity reasons. You can get some great wines. Of course you can get a little wasted if not careful.
It was Saturday. The sun was peeking through the clouds, and the forecast was for mostly sunny skies with temps in the upper 70's. On our way to the first winery of the day, I told my wife how nice her tits looked in the outfit she was wearing. It was a skin-tight light grey cotton shirt. She was wearing no bra, and her nipples were hard from the cool breeze of the morning air. I reached over a squeezed them. She immediately noticed my cock was growing.
"Calm down," she said. "The day is just beginning."
Yes it was. We arrived at our first winery, and paid the customary "tasting" fee. The gal taking the money was bit older and noticed my wife's nipples sticking out through the material of her shirt. She made a comment to my wife that she should put on a coat before heading into the cellar area. Of course based upon our past wine tasting experience, we knew about the cooler temp's in the cellar. After that comment, my wife and I looked at each other and smiled. We walked towards the cellar, with wine glasses in hand, and didn't say a word the old gal..
When we reached the cellar area, the aroma of wine hit our noses. We started out with white wines, Chardonnay and Pinot Gris. After a few tastes, the wine gave us that familiar euphoric feeling. With all of the people in the cellar area, and the space heaters strategically located, my wife's nipples returned to their normal full, puffiness.
Since having children, these times together have been few and far between. We moved on to the reds. You can't beat an Oregon Pinot Noir. After getting our glasses filled with the reserve Pinot, we started to walk around the cellar. If you've never been in a cellar at a small winery, it's unbelievable. Wine barrels everywhere. The sexual tension filled the room. We were between barrels when my wife surprised me and pulled her shirt up exposing her puffy nipples to me.
"Suck my nipples!!" she instructed me.
My mouth engulfed her left nipple. I eagerly sucked on it and circled it with my tongue. A small moan escaped from her. I moved to the right nipple and repeated my assault. She was horny. She started making bucking motions with her hips.
I pulled off the nipple, pulled her shirt back down, and said, "Remember the day is young..."
She looked disappointed briefly, but smiled and grabbed my unmistaken hardness. She kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "I owe you one."
We purchased a few bottles and headed down the road to our next winery. This winery has been around forever. It has wine cave to age and hold the wine barrels. We grabbed our tastes and followed a tour through the wine caves. We were the last ones in the group, so I decided it was my turn to surprise my wife. I was wearing a pair of Black Levi's, with no underwear of course, and popped my hard cock through an unbuttoned opening. The white skin and purple head stood out against the dark material. Behind my wife, I pushed to the side of her and brushed my cock against the skin of her hand. She immediately grabbed it and started stroking it as we walked, listening to the winemaker give his presentation on the history of the cave.
Now my wife gives experts hand jobs, and she knows my breaking point. I asked her one time how she knows I'm going to spurt, other than looking at my face. She said, "The head of your cock gets shiny and slick." It must have felt slick, because she stopped stroking it and released her warm hand. The cool air of the cave hit. You could see the steam rising from it. At that point, the tour stopped to look at something. My wife was still in front of me, and spread her legs. I stuck my hard cock between her ass and legs. She was wearing cotton stretch pants, without panties, and I could feel her wetness on my throbbing member. As soon as the tour continued, she released my cock, turned around, dropped to her knees and stuck it in her mouth. She slowly pulled her mouth off it and the cool air hit it once again. She stood up kissed me, and said, "Two can play that game." She turned around and caught up with the group. I stuffed my tool back in my pants, and joined them as well.
We purchased a few more bottles and moved on to our next winery. It was our favorite. After paying the obligatory tasting fee, my wife excused herself and went to the rest room. I was going to join her for some heavy petting, but like I said, this was a small winery and the bathroom fit the room. I headed to the Red wine section. I grabbed a taste of Gammy Noir, another excellent wine, and was looking at print of the winery when I felt a tap on the shoulder. I was a little buzzed, and thought I would get my wife back for the last winery teasing. So, with my free hand, I reached behind me and grabbed her crotch. I noticed immediately, she wasn't wearing her stretch pants. She had changed to a skirt. When I turned around to ask her why she changed, I was stunned. It wasn't my wife. I must have turned the same shade of red as the wine I was drinking.
I said, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry, I think I've have had too many tastes of wine. I thought you were my wife coming back from the bathroom. Please forgive me!"
I could see she was stunned as well. After starring at me for what seemed like 10 minutes, she said, "No problem."
Then she shocked me. "I watched the show you and your wife put on at the last two wineries and it's made me very wet!" she commented. With that, she just walked away. Needless to say, I was dumbfounded.
When my wife returned, she must have noticed I was dazed because she asked me if I was all right. I finished my Gammy, and got another. I told my wife, "You aren't going to believe what just happened." As she listened to me, her face turned the same color red as the wine.
She said, "You know me better than that, I usually grab your ass to get your attention."
She was right. The wine must have gotten to me more than I thought. I excused myself to the restroom. Upon returning, my wife's smile had returned to her face. We purchased a couple bottles, and headed to the next winery.
As we entered the tasting room, my wife noticed some homemade Christmas Knick Knack's someone was peddling, and she told me she would meet me at the counter. As she walked away, she said, "Remember, I'll grab your ass when I want to get your attention!" I just shook my head and said, "Yeah, thanks Hon,,"
I pushed my way through the crowd to the counter. The chick pouring the wines asked, "Just one tasting?" I responded, "For now. My wife will be here any moment after she decides to by one of the Knick Knacks."
She poured me an excellent 2005 Pinot Noir. 2005 was a great year for Pinot's in Oregon. I took a couple of sips, admiring the prints on the wall behind the counter, when I felt the familiar grab of my ass, signaling it was my wife this time before I made another fool of myself. I reached for her glass to hand it too her. I turned around to give it to her, and about dropped it. It wasn't my wife but the gal I mistakenly violated at the previous winery. She took the glass and said, "Why thank you!! Paybacks can be fun.."
She moved beside me at the counter, and said, "I suppose I should introduce myself, since we've exchanged 'handshakes'. My name is Bonnie."
I muttered out, "Hi! I'm Brian."
"I owe you an apology this time," she said. "I approached your wife at the last winery while you were using the restroom, and introduced myself. She told me about the ass grab to get your attention."
