Saturday was as normal as I could expect, except of course my wife's quite reserved, almost sullen mood. She talked, but only when she had to and only as much as it took to answer the question. Otherwise, she was quiet and unsmiling. I knew this mood, and I thought I knew what was driving it, but I wasn't sure and I wasn't going to offer an opinion until she asked for it.
After breakfast I went outside to do my weekly chores while she did her inside chores, changing bed sheets, doing laundry, vacuuming, etc. I did mine in turn, the first of which was mowing and weed-eating around the yard. By the time I finished two hours later it had gotten quite warm outside and I was sweating heavily. My t-shirt was soaked, as was the waist band of my jeans. On top of that I was covered with grass and weed trimmings that had been flung on me by the string trimmer.
"Uh uh. I just vacuumed, go outside and take that stuff off!" she said with a scowl as I stepped into the mudroom and started to pull off my shirt. I just nodded and headed back outside and around to the back yard. It wasn't the first time I'd been chastised for dumping all those grass schnibbles on her freshly cleaned floor. I stood in front of the sliding glass door on the back patio and started to pull off my soggy, grass covered clothes. Kathy stood in the kitchen, leaning back against the kitchen counter watching me. I turned toward her, looking back at her as I slowly undressed. While I'd undressed out there plenty of times, I hadn't ever had her watch me as I did, at least not that I knew of. I bent over and pulled my shoes off and then worked my jeans down. She watched, as I worked the pants' legs off my own legs and tossed my pants onto the patio, leaving me in just my socks and briefs. I looked at her with raised eyebrows, questioning if I'd done enough, and to my surprise, got a small shake of her head. I shrugged and pushed my briefs down and the pulled off my socks so I was completely naked.
With nothing left to take off, I reached for the sliding door handle and pulled, expecting the door to slide open, surprised when it didn't. "Locked!" I said through the glass. "Wanna come unlock it?"
"Maybe, after you rinse off. You're all sweaty!"
I shook my head. Okay, this was a new twist. Usually she just sent me to go shower if I was sweaty and stinky. I could only think this had something to do with yesterday. The hose was coiled up on the patio by the faucet only a few feet away. I knew the water would be plenty warm at first, the water trapped in the hose being warmed by the sun. I walked to where the hose was, turned on the spigot and then pulled the hose, with its attached nozzle, out to the middle of the patio so I was standing in the sun. I sprayed myself off, starting at my feet and started working my way up my body. Kathy stepped to the door, unlocked and slid it open, and stepped out onto the patio with me. She walked to me and took the hose from me. She finished rinsing me off, the water growing chilly long before she was done, and then, in another surprise to me, she turned the hose on herself, soaking the shirt she had on. My wife surprisingly held the hose up above her head, and rained the cold water down on herself, wetting her shirt, front and back, until it had been saturated, the thin material clinging to her body snugly. She reached down and started to spray her shorts with the now cold water, spraying them all over before tucking the nozzle into the waistband of her shorts. Kathy let out a little squeak as the cold water began rushing down through her shorts and out both leg holes, running down her legs to soak her socks.
She pulled the hose from her shorts, dropped it to the patio and then stood, looking down at herself. My wife looked up at me with a crooked little grin. "I guess I can't go back in like this, I'd get my floors all messed up. Guess I have to get undressed too."
"I guess you do," I agreed, my dick already starting to get hard from looking at her rigid nipples showing through her now wet shirt and bra.
"Do you wanna help?"
"I'd love to," I answered her, reaching for the waist of her t-shirt. I pulled the shirt up and out of the waist of her shorts and worked the wet material up her body with some difficulty, finally getting it over her head and off. She had on one of those less than sexy sports bras, this one now totally soaked. It took me even longer to get it worked up and over her body and off, leaving her big, soft tits complete exposed and my dick feeling like an iron rod. I squatted down in front of her and unsnapped her shorts. I pulled them down, her bikini-style panties rolling partway down her body to expose her curl-covered mound and pussy. I helped her out of the shorts, and pulled the now soaked socks off at the same time. The only thing she still had on were the partly rolled down panties. I stood up, stepped to her side, and, in a surprise to her, scooped her up in my arms.
True, I'm not as strong as I used to be, but I was still able to lift her hundred-sixty pound frame and carry her the dozen or so feet to the picnic table. She squealed and giggled as I carried her to the table and set her on the end. I stepped in front of her and started to slowly pull the panties, which were now only around her thighs, down her legs. She let me pull them all the way off, leaving her as naked as I was. I tossed the panties aside and took her legs in my hands, then spread them, allowing me to see her sexy pussy and the slightly-graying mat of wet brown curls between her legs. I knelt between her legs and kissed the inside of her right thigh, only a foot or so from her pussy. I turned my head and softly kissed her left thigh as well. Kiss by kiss, I worked down both thighs toward her pussy until I could place my kisses directly on her protruding inner lips, which were still pressed tightly from her panties. I stroked my tongue over her lips several times, slowly working my tongue between them until they were spread and sopping wet from both her own juices and my saliva.
"Oh damn," she gasped softly as I stroked my tongue up across her now accessible clit. I still wasn't sure what she was thinking, but at the moment, she was accepting of the sex I was providing. I licked deeper between her lips, tasting the slightly tangy juices of her pussy, telling me I had more work to do. She always tasted this way when we were just starting, her juices slowly growing sweeter and more copious as she got more and more turned on, which is exactly what I planned on making happen!
I teased between her lips for long minutes, stroking her soft inner lips and between them, letting my tongue draw moisture from her vaginal opening up to her clit. I tasted her wetness growing sweeter and knew it was time to up my game. I let my tongue concentrate on her clit and slipped a single finger slowly into her pussy, drawing a long, deep moan of pleasure from her. "Ohhhhh fuck yes, sweetie. Do that. Make me come like you did at the river!" I grinned to myself and added as second finger, curling them both up behind her pubic bone.
I heard another moan, this one farther away. I looked up my wife's body, past her sexy tits, and past her face, across the short distance of the yard to the row of bushes that separated our yard from Dee and Jack's. Standing just this side of the bushes was Dee, her shorts around her thighs, and her shirt and bra pushed up above her tits, exposing all her pleasures to me as she teased a nipple with one hand, her other between her legs, stroking her pussy.
I watched her pleasure herself as my fingers pushed my wife closer and closer to orgasm. I drove my fingers in faster, working the tip of my middle finger along her vaginal wall to tease that bundle of nerves that I knew was there. Her legs lifted from where her feet had been resting on my shoulders, lifting into the air and spreading in a wide vee. I could feel her pussy contract around my fingers as her legs started to tremble. I knew now was the time, just as her climax was starting to wash over her. I pulled my fingers from her, stood up and grabbed my dick. I thrust hard into her, drawing a cry of both surprise and pleasure as my engorged head drove hard fully into her. I grabbed her legs and started to pump my hips, driving my cock in and out of her spasming pussy.
"FUCK YES! GOD DAMN! YOU'RE MAKING ME COME! OHHHH GOD YES!" she screamed as she lay trembling and shaking on the table, my cock plunging in and out of her hot box. I watched her tits roll wildly on her chest as my body slammed into her bare ass over and over, her hands gripping the table to keep herself from being slid across the rough wood surface.
I was torn between watching my wife's sexy body climaxing, and Dee frigging her own pussy to climax. In the end it was too much for my poor mind to process and I looked down to concentrate on my wife's body as my body jerked, jamming my cock into her. I felt the first gush of cum surge into her pussy, drawing another cry of pleasure from her.
After more than half a dozen powerful shots of cum deep in her pussy, I was left standing between her legs, my dick slowly softening as it leaked any remaining cum into her. Dee had also climaxed, watching us. She fixed her top and then turned around and pushed her ass out at me invitingly before pulling her shorts up and disappearing between the bushes once again. I looked down at my wife who was smiling at me.
"I guess that was good?" I asked her. "I'm not used to hearing you make that much noise."
"It was," she answered. "I guess I haven't felt like making that kind of noise in a long time."
"So, you wanna talk about it?"
"About what?" she evaded the question.
"What has you upset."
"How do you know I'm upset?"
"Lover, after thirty-five years, if I can't tell, I have a problem. You've been evasive, acting almost depressed, since what happened in the shower house yesterday."
"Do I look depressed?"
"This second? No. But I know you're still upset about something. I can tell."
She let her smile fade and let out a long sigh. "I feel guilty," she whispered.
"About what, exactly?" I asked, not wanting to infer anything that could make it worse.
"Terry and those two other guys. I didn't go up there planning to have sex with him. I went up planning on giving him a really good blowjob and letting him come on my tits. I felt like oral sex was one thing, but neither of us had actually had intercourse with anyone else, not until Don. I was okay with that. It was my choice. I wanted to feel if it was different. But I didn't let him come inside me. When Terry asked if I'd let him, I was kinda turned on. Actually I think it was from those guys watching me. I don't know why it turned me on, but it did. Hell, it wasn't because of the blowjob. I don't love doing that, you know that. I hardly even give you blowjobs. But, somehow, doing it in front of them and having those two guys jerking off watching me was making me really horny. So when he asked, I figured, why not? Not any different than what Don and I did."
She stopped talking and sighed heavily. "I wasn't sure I wanted it when he invited those guys to come on my tits, but figured what the hell, it'd wash off. I knew you wouldn't mind that. I mean, as long as it was on me. I didn't love that guy fucking my mouth, but I couldn't exactly stop him... but Terry, I told him not to come in me, but instead of coming on my body, squirted it all right into my opening and then pushed his dick back in so it pushed all that semen into me. While he was doing that the guy who was fucking my mouth started squirting it in my mouth and rubbing it all over my face. Between the two of them, well, I felt dirty. I felt like I'd done something really bad: that I'd cheated on you. I felt like some kind of dirty whore. You knew what I was going to do, that I was going to suck him off, but that, that wasn't what you signed up for. I feel so guilty. When I was doing it with Don, it felt so good, but with Terry, it was different. I got really turned on but then things got out of control."
"I didn't know, no. Yes, I did with Don doing you, but Vanessa told me Terry would keep you safe. Now I sorta feel like he did anything but. I should have been with you to protect you instead of fucking Vanessa. He took advantage of you being naked because I wasn't there, and did pretty much what he felt like doing. I don't blame you, I blame him."
"No. you shouldn't have had to be there. I don't blame you. But I do blame myself. That's why I didn't want to have any more sex last night. Not that either of us really were up to it. But I felt dirty. I didn't want you having sex with me with another man's stuff in me."
"I guess I can understand that."
"That's why I made you wash off after Janet. I didn't want you sticking your dick back into me with her on it."
