Reader this another story in the life of Megan and Elliot. A middle-aged couple rekindling their passion after being empty nested. They live on a small ranch in the Rocky Mountain West, in the state of Wyoming. In each story I try to capture a sense of the freedom and the realities of western living. There are building themes in the stories but each story can be read as a standalone. I struggled with which category to place this story in and finally settled on loving wives, as Megan goes beyond her normal boundaries to make Elliot's day. I apologize if it is not quite the fit for this category.
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Megan was sitting on the front porch sipping her morning coffee watching the sunrise as she lit her cigarette. She looked over at the empty chair beside her. Elliott wouldn't be back till this afternoon. His company had sent him to a conference in Texas. He was supposed to have been home last night but severe weather and a few tornadoes in the area had grounded all flights. She had missed him, not only him but the chores he did on their small ranch. They owned a section of land just a bit north of Cheyenne, Wyoming. A section of land is a mile by mile. Small by Wyoming standards but it was theirs. With Elliot gone she had been left to care for the horses and other animals on their ranch.
She looked at his chair and smiled thinking of the last time he had been sitting there. The morning of his flight she had gotten up a bit earlier to see him off. Elliot had been sitting in his chair naked, coffee in one hand a smoke in the other. She knew he often sat on the porch naked for his morning coffee but it was rare that she was up to join him. The memory tickled her senses. He was lean and muscled. He wasn't six pack ripped but he was pretty damn hot and he was all hers.
She had never understood why he liked to sit there alone and naked. She had joined him a few times on the back porch for the setting sun after making love or taking a break from their foreplay but she had never just gotten naked just to be naked. She had plans for Elliot's return and knew she was going to spend a good bit of the day naked and said, "what the hell." She stood up and removed her clothes and for the first time in her life she sat alone naked watching the sun rise.
As the golden rays began to kiss and warm her naked body she admired herself. She was finally proud of her body. She had let it go after having kids. After the boys had married and moved out she had worked hard to reclaim her youth. She knew she wouldn't win a wet t-shirt contest against a bunch of college girls but she knew she was still hot. Her breasts were a solid 36B, and her small nipples were a little hard from morning chill. Her legs were lean. Her mound was well trimmed and Elliot loved her tight ass. She smiled as she thought about the day ahead.
She began thinking back to the day that set her plans in motion. It was the second storm after the Valentine's Day blizzard. It too had brought almost two feet of snow overnight. Not uncommon for where they lived, and unlike city folk they couldn't just hunker down. The horses had to be feed and the driveway had to be plowed. They didn't get to wait for a city snow plow. That morning was however especially poor timing; she had a major meeting that morning. Her company was in the middle of a major financial deal and as the head of accounting she had to be there. Elliot had known about the meeting and had gotten up at 4:00 a.m., firing up the tractor and clearing the drive. An hour later he had fed and cared for the horses. She was just stepping into the shower when she heard him enter the muck room. A few minutes later he appeared in the master bath, stripping off the last of his clothing. He opened the shower door and stepped into the warm water giving her a quick kiss and grabbing her tight ass with his frozen hands.
"Shit your hands are cold!" Megan cried out and pushed him backwards.
"The drive is plowed to the road and its passable. The horses are fed and blanketed," he said to her with puppy dog eyes and a sly smile.
Megan knew what he wanted and she wanted it too. She lowered her hand and began to stroke his cock. "But you know I have an important meeting today and with the weather I have to leave early."
He was fully hard as she removed her hand gave him a quick kiss and exited the shower.
"This is not fair. You owe me big time!" He looked down at his dying erection.
She dressed and readied herself for work. As Elliot got out of the shower and dried off, he looked at her and smiled, "damn you're hot! I wish you didn't have to go; I am going to think all day how you can pay me back."
"I am sure you will," Megan purred.
A few minutes later she kissed him and headed off to work.
A little after three Elliot's phone chimed. It was Megan's ring tone. Looking at his phone he quickly read the message. "Success! We closed the deal. Will be heading home soon. Love ya babe!"
Two hours later Megan walked into the house the sweet aroma of an Italian dinner hanging in the air. She walked into the kitchen. Elliot was standing by the island dressed in a suit pouring her a glass of wine.
"Congratulations my love! I know you worked hard on that deal and it's finally closed. Come sit by the fire and enjoy some wine while I finish up dinner."
Dinner was amazing: her favorite shrimp scampi in a wine and butter sauce. Three glasses of wine later and the relief of having closed the months long deal had her ready for a release. They had been on the couch watching TV, her head in his lap, as they had sipped their wine. Elliot stood up and said, "sorry my love. I have to go check on the horses." He changed clothes, bundled up and headed out into the cold. Megan knew it would take him about a half hour and that was enough time.
When he came back into the living room it was dark; only the glow of the fire lit the room. Finally, he saw her. Megan was laying on pillows. Gone were her comfy pajamas. She was wearing a fish net body stocking with convenient cut outs in all the right places.
"Let me properly thank you for this morning," she whispered in a sultry voice as she rose to her knees.
Elliot ripped off his shirt as he approached. When he reached her she began to slide his loose-fitting jeans down his hips. His cock was already getting hard. She slid his jeans to his knees and left them there. Grabbing his ass with both hands, she opened her mouth and slid his still hardening cock deep inside. She teased him with a few deep strokes. With each stroke she could feel the pulse surging to his now full-blown erection. Megan began to slide her mouth up and down the outside teasing him. She took extra time to tongue his tip.
Elliot pushed her away, kicked off his jeans and knelt beside her. It was his turn to tease. He began kissing and squeezing her breasts. He was being a little rough just how she liked it. The way he was savaging her breasts she knew she had him turned on. He slipped a hand between her legs and slid a finger in her now wet pussy. He worked it slowly, thrusting it in only to pull it back out and tease her clit. Meagan moaned at his attention.
With out warning, Elliot shifted their position, rolling her on her side and then spinning around to 69 her. He dove into her glistening mound, working his tongue furiously across her clit. He reached his right arm over her hips. A moan of pleasure escaped out of her dick-filled mouth as she felt his fingers begin to apply pressure and rub the rosebud of her ass. Elliot did not stop his hips thrusting into her mouth, his tongue lapping her clit into a frenzy and his finger slowly sliding deeper into her ass. She could feel the orgasm build with each suck, lick or flick of his tongue, twitching of his finger and even the passionate thrusting of his cock into the back of her throat. Her legs began to shake clamping down on his head as the shock waves of release coursed through her body. She was moaning, groaning, gasping for air. She pushed his dick and hips away from her face and screamed, "fuck ME NOW, dammit! FUCK ME!"
Elliot spun around behind lifted her leg and easily entered her. It took them a second to find the right angle and a rhythm but soon she could hear him grunting in pleasure between the slapping of his waist into her ass. He was not taking it slowly. He was driving deep and fast with each thrust. She could feel his tension and knew he was about to cum, just as she, too, could feel the next wave of orgasm overtake her. She felt his hot load being emptied into her and that pushed her over the top. Her toes curled. Her walls clamped down on him like a vise. Her whole-body shook as she screamed out. "FFFUUUCCCKKKK!!!"
Elliot's pounding slowed as his cock began to deflate and slowly slip from her body. He reached over and pinched her nipple. She slapped his hand away. "Don't!" she yelped. Every nerve in her body was on fire from the intense orgasm and even the slightest touch sent shock waves through her tingling body.
They lay there spooning in the fire light gently holding and kissing one another. As they began to get up Elliot said, "I told you I would think about how you could repay me for all the outside work in the winter."
"I thought I just did?" Megan queried.
"Well maybe for today. But not all the other days," he responded.
"All right. What do you have in mind?" she asked, a tinge of doubt and annoyance in her voice.
"You know how I always tease you each summer about one of our horse rides and you being lady Godiva? Well, this year you should do it! The kids are going to be in Europe in June and no one ever visits the lake for three summers you said. But what if someone shows up? And no one has."
"Ugh. Really. I will think about it," Megan responded with a bit of whimsical disdain.
