"What do you want to do today?" Sherry asked, bored.
We'd been inside all day because of the snow. It had started that morning, and by early afternoon, was coming down in paper plate sized flakes. The yard and road in front of the house was covered.
A quick glance through the dining room window revealed that the patch of woods across the road was getting hammered as well.
"Well," I said, scratching my head and pushing back from my laptop.
"What do you want to do?"
Sitting crossed legged on the sofa, Sherry mimicked me playfully, scratching the top of her head in her deep, auburn hair.
"I know," she smiled, leaning forward, "let's go for a walk."
"A walk...in this weather?" I said, not really liking the idea of having to trade my laptop for the snow.
"C'mon, it'll be fun, something different..." she prodded, standing as if the decision were made.
Grabbing her thick overcoat and cap from the closet she donned them, before tossing coat into my lap.
Resigned, I pushed back in my chair and rose.
"Wait," she said, grinning, "just that."
"Just what?" I said, confused.
"Just the coat, nothing else..." she grinned at me again.
My beautiful wife was suggesting that I go out in the snow for a walk wearing just a coat and nothing underneath it. Now, Sherry's pretty impulsive at times, and comes up with some crazy, naughty ideas that I love to indulge...but taking stock of the weather through the window again, I balked.
"You can't be serious babe," I half-laughed, turning the coat in my hands. "It's snowing out there."
"Besides" I went on, pointing out the flaws in the idea, "what about the neighbors?"
Sherry smiled, and crossed her arms over her breasts, appearing to mull.
After a moment, she smiled again. "The coat's fur-lined, it'll keep you warm, and we'll go across the road to the woods...the neighbor's wont' see you," she said, seeming satisfied that she's closed all the loopholes.
Of course, I knew she had to be up to something naughty, and my cock twitched a bit at the thought of walking outside naked under my coat...especially if it involved some sort of titillation...and knowing my wife, it probably would.
She was right about the coat.
I'd gotten it years ago in the military. Made for winter, it was fur-lined and hung to my ankles. It was plausible to go naked underneath it and not be noticed. Still, I was unconvinced, but my cock played the devil's advocate, and continued to rise at the idea of going around totally nude outside under my coat with my wife next to me.
"Okay," I gave in finally, "why not?" and began removing my clothes. "Can I at least keep my boots on though?" I joked.
"Of course babe," my wife giggled happily at getting her way. Pulling my knit cap from the closet, she tossed it to me as well.
"Put that on too."
When I was naked, I put my socks and boots back on and pulled the knit cap over my head. Sherry giggled at my slowly thickening cock. At last, I wrapped myself in the coat and belted it in front of me.
"There," she said, satisfied, "nobody will ever know the difference."
"Let's go," I said, heading towards the door, "before I change my mind."
Once outside, I felt the cold immediately beneath my coat...but it wasn't intolerable, in fact, it was pleasant. The thick fur really did protect me pretty well against it.
As we trudged through the snow in front of the house towards the woods, I noticed that it actually felt kind of nice. The cold air, warmed by the fur, played over my nude body as we walked, causing my cock to stiffen.
Before, long the mixture of cold air, the soft fur against my naked skin, and the thrill of being naked outside, protected by my coat, had my cock standing at full attention, but hidden, as we crossed the road to the forest's edge.
Entering the patch of woods, we moved along a narrow, snow-covered path, pock-marked by small animal tracks. The trees were silent around us, covered in varying degrees of whiteness.
"How's it feel?" Sherry smiled, walking next to me. Her hazel eyes were full of mirth. Small, white flakes of snow stuck to her auburn hair just below the rim of her cap.
My cock bobbed in front of me under my coat, the head of it rubbing periodically up against the thick fur as I moved.
"See for yourself," I teased.
Unbelting the front, I opened it, just enough for my wife to see my swollen cock, bouncing in front of me as we walked. The cold air rushed in, wrapping its icy fingers around my hard shaft like a frozen hand...making me swell harder.
"Nice," my wife giggled, eyeing my hard-on.
"So this was a good idea after all," she said, grinning somewhat wickedly. "I see it's turning you on."
Tying my belt again, she stopped me.
"Just leave it open," she said matter-of-factly, "there's no one around."
There forest was indeed empty, and I found that in my growing state of excitement, the cold wasn't so bad after all...it was cold, yet somehow exciting. It didn't seem to be anything that I couldn't stand for at least a while.
Dropping my belt, the coat fell to my sides, baring my front to the winter. My cock was swollen, and throbbed hard, swinging in front of me as we walked. It felt so incredibly dirty to be totally exposed, almost naked outside in the forest.
Grinning wide at my excitement, Sherry giggled, "you really like this huh?"
I nodded. The truth was that I did, and it was becoming slightly difficult to breathe.
"You're so naughty," she laughed, reaching under the back of my coat to pinch a bare cheek with her cold fingers...making me jump a little.
In spite of the cold, I was hard.
But the heat from my excitement made my blood flow and increased my heart rate...keeping me warmer than I think I would have normally been. My coat opened and closed slightly as my legs pumped, slushing through the snow...making my naked front play peek-a-boo with the forest, and Sherry, but never completely covering me.
"God, your hard..." my wife said, leering down at my swollen rod.
"Why not stroke yourself..." she said flatly.
The woods around us were empty as the soft snow fell like tiny, wet kisses against my naked skin. Reaching in front of me, I grasped my hard, swollen, jutting cock. The feeling of my cold fingers against my hot shaft was incredible.
It felt like fleshy iron in my hand.
