Izzy.
If you go down in the woods...
Tom took Izzy's hand as he led her down the garden path. They passed the heavenly scented roses in their pinks and yellows. Izzy stopped to smell the fragrance of a white rose, then followed Tom to the gate at the end of the garden. She loved living here. The village was where she had lived all her life, and Tom had courted her through their school days and into adulthood. They'd married just six months ago.
The rustic wooden gate led out into the wild woodland that bordered the back of their row of houses. Tom smiled as he led her along the path that snaked between the mature trees. He stopped, once their house was out of sight and pressed her back against a tree. His hands found her waist and stroked her sides through the thin sundress. Izzy shuddered at his touch, still, even after years of intimacy with her hard-bodied lover. His hands were rough on her breasts through the thin fabric. She wore no bra at his request. Tom worked on one of the local farms, his body strong from the hard physical work. His mouth found hers and she surrendered to his kiss. Coarse thumbs stroked her erect nipples as his tongue delved into her mouth. She moaned as he slipped the thin straps of her summer dress from her shoulders and she felt the coolness of the breeze on her bare breasts for the first time in so long.
"What if someone sees me?" she asked.
"Then they'll be almost as lucky as me," Tom said, grinning. "Your breasts are amazing. I love them. I love you."
Izzy opened her mouth to return his declaration, but his mouth found her hard, pink nipple, and she groaned in pleasure. Teeth nipped. Lips sucked. Strong fingers massaged the soft flesh of her tits, driving her towards the climax she knew was coming. She only discovered breast-induced orgasms since she and Tom had become intimate. He'd wrung his first climax from her just by suckling and teasing her pendulous breasts. Now she craved the feelings he gave her. Some nights they never reached penetration. She came from his ministrations to her boobs, and she sucked his thick cock dry, before they fell asleep.
His mouth was latched onto her left nipple, pulling her breast into his mouth. There was a line between pleasure and pain, and Tom rode it expertly. His fingers pinched and tugged at her right breast, twisting and squeezing her as her mouth opened in a gasp of joy and her body shook in ecstasy.
He released her, and she felt the tingling sting in her titties, and the aching throb in her damp pussy.
"I want to suck you," she said, kneeling with her back to a fallen tree trunk. She fought with his belt and fly before pulling his rigid cock from his clothing. She smiled and licked the glistening bead of moisture from his tip, then sunk her lips around his shaft, bobbing her head to drive him to the back of her mouth. He tasted of sweat, of work, of man. His hands cupped the sides of her face, and she looked up at him, nodding in assent. Tom smiled and pushed his cock deeper. Izzy gagged, and coughed, but he kept going. He was in her throat, now. How she loved it when he took control and fucked her throat. Soft, wet sounds came from her as he plundered her mouth. He pulled out, and Izzy gasped a breath before she was swallowing him again.
There was movement in the periphery of her vision and she glanced to her right to see a man standing watching their display. Izzy trembled with excitement as she felt Tom's shaft swell in her throat and his thick semen jet into her belly. The man was extracting his own cock from his trousers as Tom drew his shrinking dick from her mouth and kissed her head.
"Enjoy," he whispered, wiping a bead of cum from her mouth, and feeding it to her.
Izzy watched as the man approached her. He was tall and dark, his hair was swept back, and he smiled as he presented her with his long, thin penis. Izzy shuddered in anticipation as she took it in her mouth, running her tongue over the underside while she sucked him deeper.
