In the days before social media it was possible to be seen in public without worrying that images would be flashed around the world, coming to the attention of family, friends and work colleagues and in those days couples would often make love outdoors, giving them an additional thrill without the fear that every move was being scrutinised and broadcast and passed on and on.
Beth and Darrel had been married for over 15 years; She was a 42 year old school teacher and he was 10 years her senior and as often happens in men of a certain age he was having-sexual problems. The doctors had found nothing physically wrong and suggested psychological reasons behind his impotence. Beth tried to assure her that it didn't matter, that she could live without sex, though in truth she longed to feel him inside her. To compensate Darrel pleasured her in other ways, but Beth so wanted to please him as she once had, to take his erect cock in her mouth, her pussy and her anus. In their younger days, sex had been relentless and passionate, but time had eroded their desire or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that life had interrupted their enjoyment of it. Sex had become infrequent or at best routine and the spontaneity that they had both loved was now missing.
Once a week on a Saturday morning Beth would meet Jen, a friend and neighbour, for coffee and to catch up on local gossip and she had confided her problem to her friend. Jennifer, though more than 10 years Beth's junior, was knowledgeable with regard sexual matters and was keen to advise. "The more a man worries, the worse it gets." She had said. "His doubts and insecurities all contribute to his weakness. Its right that you build him up and reassure him, but sometimes he can see this as your own disappointment in him, which of course simply exacerbates the situation. Of course Beth had learned nothing she didn't already know, but hearing it from another had strengthened her resolve to do something about it, to break the routine and restore what once was. "Surprise him," Jen had suggested. "Try something different or naughty." And on returning home Beth had plotted and schemed. Darrel had always loved when she gave him oral, and if she were to be honest, she enjoyed performing fellatio almost as much. By the end of the day and the end of the second bottle of wine, Beth lay in her husband's arms and smiled at the plan she had devised.
On a Sunday afternoon after lunch Beth and Darrel would often go for a walk, following the river into the woods high above their village or more often, on warm sunny days like this Sunday, into the moors where they would lie by a cool lake and listen to the almost invisible skylark singing high above. It would be perfect and unexpected
As Beth cleared away the plates she was shaking with nerves. Darrel pulled on his hiking boots while Beth chose to wear a fine cotton dress and training shoes. The exceptionally dry weather they had enjoyed this summer made the need for anything else superfluous. Beth had waited for Darrel to suggest going out, keen not to do anything that may have been considered to be out of the ordinary, and a few minutes later she finished and sent a text on her phone and they headed out of the village.
Darrel led on the walk taking their usual route following a path along by the river before cutting up into the hills on the familiar track that would take them high into the moors. The warm air was barely more than a breath that kissed Beth's silken legs and toyed playfully with the hem of her dress. And the sweat shimmered between her breasts and on her brow as they climbed the winding track into the hills. It took almost an hour to reach the small lake that seemed to perch on the edge of a small plateau midway to the summit and Beth's rasping breathing was loud enough for Darrel to hear her struggling. Darrel took her hand and led her to the water's edge and they sat together and Darrel took off her shoes and washed her feet in the icy mountain water.
To one side of the tarn the ground fell steeply away, suggesting that the flat table may have been made by man to catch the rain and feed the now forgotten and ruined farms that lay beneath. Beth allowed Darrel to caress and stroke her legs for a spell, before standing and taking his hand and leading him a short distance to where gnarled and twisted trees grew from the barren earth and horse grass reached up to hide their exposed roots. Beth knelt on the dry ground and drew her husband to her, slowly and deliberately unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as he stood before her. His penis was soft, as she'd expected and she edged forward to hold him between her loving lips, drawing him to the ground so that she could lie at his side and tease him with her agile tongue.
Darrel hadn't expected his wife to be so direct, but neither objected nor resisted as she removed his pants entirely and removed her own dress to reveal that she was naked beneath. He felt a twick of excitement and perhaps a slight swelling in his groin and he lay on his side whilst Beth tried all that she could to revive him. In the position they found themselves in Darrel could look over the tops of the grasses, down along the path they had trod and into the valley and the village, no more than a spec far below. Darrel was aroused, but this did not fully transfer to his penis, which although harder than it had for some time was insufficient for him to act as he would like, to roll his wife onto her back and fuck her the way he used to.
