Lynne was sitting on the porch wearing a blueish flowery sundress. Her arms were wrapped tight around her legs as she pinned them close to her chest. Her chin was resting on her knees as she stared blankly into the back yard. The hot tub hummed in the background as the heater kicked on to maintain the set temperature; 104 degrees. The setting sun lowered past the branch that was obstructing it from view causing her to close her eyes to avoid the sudden glare.
Thomas stood at the sliding glass door watching his beautiful wife sit in silence. He wanted to walk out there and poke her in the side with his finger causing her to startle and jump in her seat, like he had done millions of times before. They would laugh and she would playfully punch his arm or perhaps kick him on the leg and call him a jerk. They would smile at each other and continue to discuss how each other's day had been as he sat next to her outside. They might even end up in the hot tub together in their underwear or completely naked. They could make love or have passionate sex. Thomas played out all these scenarios in his mind as he watched her sit like an angelic statue.
None of that would be happening this evening, however. If he walked out there, things would start off rigid and only grow colder. They were both out of energy from yelling and screaming, they had exhausted all their energy and passion in anger and still hadn't fixed the problem or moved past it. They had moved into the phase of the conflict where resentment and passive aggressive looks and attitudes were all that there was between them. The house was like a lonely tundra, void of love and emotion. Thomas looked away from Lynne in her chair and scanned the back yard. Somehow even the trees seemed to be sporting a darker shade of green. The grass looked pathetic and weak. The ray of light shining on Lynne's face, looked more like a dying orange flashlight than a "ray of sunshine".
Thomas felt powerless standing by the door. He lowered his head and gave an internal shrug as if to say, "I guess this is it" and decided to go into the bathroom and take a shower. As he turned to walk away his foot accidently thumped into the glass door causing Lynne to jolt in her seat and look in his direction.
"Babe, you scared me." Her voice was soft and sweet and barely audible through the glass.
Thomas opened the door and leaned his head through the opening and smiled sheepishly.
"I am sorry beautiful; I was being creepy and watching you sit there. I could watch you do just about anything, including watching you do nothing, apparently." They both chuckled at his joke. Lynne knew he actually wasn't kidding and loved that he had a way of making jokes even while speaking the truth.
"it's ok babe, you've definitely watched me do worse." They both laughed at her joke and the mood lightened in an instant. They locked eyes as their laughing faded into genuine smiles; she continued, "I was wondering if we could just talk. Not about what happened, but just... you know, talk. Like we used to do before everything went haywire."
"You mean, before I fucked everything up?" He smiled pathetically and raised his brow.
"Yes, yes Thomas, before you single handedly almost destroyed this marriage." Her returned smile let him know she was attempting at a joke. She was never very good at making jokes. They were always hit or miss. Mainly because she had a very dark and strange sense of humor. A fact that likely is the reason she found Thomas so funny in the first place.
Thomas stepped completely through the sliding glass door opening and pulled the chair opposite hers toward himself. He sat down facing his gorgeous wife, slightly tilting his head sideways like a dog trying to hear something from down the street. He was uncertain what was about to happen next, was she leading him into a false sense of security? Trying to get him off guard by making jokes and being playful? Only to have her next question or sentence be a designed arrow aimed straight at his heart! The couple stared at each other for several long moments as the sun dropped past the privacy fence, removing the glare and brightness it had brought with it.
"Thomas, I love you. I feel like we've said everything we are going to say about this. I think it's time to make a decision. I have heard your side of the story, and I believe you are sincere in your apology and I almost understand what you're saying and how it happened." She paused and looked away.
Thomas using her pause as a cue started, "Lynne, I don't know what else to say..."
Lynne interrupted softly, "That's the point dumb dumb," she smiled as she kept on, "There is nothing left to say. I think it's time to make a clear and decisive decision. Do we choose to work this out together, or do we go our separate ways?" Now it was her head that tilted sideways allowing her dark silky hair to fall onto her shoulder. She watched in curious anticipation for what Thomas was going to say next. Thomas didn't say anything. He licked his lips and closed his eyes and started biting his bottom lip as if trying to decide to cut the green or the red wire on a Hollywood bomb. Thomas decided to cut the green wire. He opened his eyes, leaned in towards Lynne and placing both hands around her neck and ears, started kissing her softly. His first kiss landed just above her left eyebrow, followed immediately by another on her right cheek bone, another right next to her right eye. He sensually and softly bombarded her face with light and passionate pecks while continuing to wrap his hands around her ears and neck beneath her hair.
Lynne closed her eyes and allowed the sensual assault to continue, taking in the love and energy she could feel being transferred from each one. Their lips finally connected and without hesitation they both opened their mouths and engaged in a long and enthusiastic kiss. Thomas was now standing, leaning over Lynne as they continued to kiss on the darkening back porch. His hands gripped firmer to the back of her neck and he could feel her hands steadily moving on his stomach and around his waistband.
He straightened his posture slightly while keeping her neck in his grasp to look her in the eyes.
"I am sorry Lynne; I love you with all my heart."
"Shut up and fuck me," Lynne demanded with a hungry smirk.
His belt buckle was undone before he could even register that Lynne was even trying to free him. His now swelling love was exposed to the air before being blanketed again by her firm but gentle grip. Thomas returned the smirk at his beautiful wife and darted back towards her mouth. He resumed kissing her like her kiss was the last drop of water in the desert of life. Her hand methodically caressed him until he was full and thick with adrenaline and testosterone.
Thomas, still holding on to the back of Lynne's neck with both hands, stood tall and escorted her head towards his midsection. Lynne eagerly allowed herself to be guided towards her target and loyally placed her tongue on Thomas's tip when she arrived. Lynne made several dabs as she tasted him before opening up and absorbed Thomas completely into her mouth.
A surge of warmth and pleasure caused Thomas to shake from head to toe. His grip tightened around the back of her neck, pulling the hair that was tangled in his grasp. Lynne took notice of his pleasure and used it to fuel her hunger and desire as she took him as far into her windpipe as she could manage. Allowing him to ease back towards her lips, she cupped his sack and sweetly toyed with him as she licked around his top with her tongue before once again taking him as deep as she could. Each time she relaxed her throat to receive him his grip tightened, and he let out a satisfying grunt. She repeated her maneuver one final time before leaning back to look up at her scruffy faced husband. A zipline of saliva still connecting her to him as she smiled up at him with her mouth and eyes. She looked so amazing he thought to himself as he returned the smile. The zipline snapped as he released her hair with his right hand and traced his thumb across her lips.
Thomas leaned in again to kiss her with feverish intensity. He could taste himself on her lips which only made their kissing seem more reckless and wilder. Continuing the savagery make out, he placed both hands on her delicate shoulders and eased her to the back of her seat. When she was finally in place, he moved his hands to the inner of her thighs and somehow managed to charmingly spread them apart. She was already misting beneath her panties. He could feel the warmth from under the fabric as he massaged her with his hand. Allowing his fingers to find the lining of her garment, he slipped under the stitching and instantaneously pulled them to the side.
The sun had made its full descent and the glow of the moon had taken over on the porch. Thomas gazed at her shimmering sweetness as the moonlight danced around every dew-covered inch of her meticulously groomed flower. He studied her dreamily as if engaged in some sort of magnificent trance. Still holding her thin panties to the side with one hand, he leaned closer until his mouth pressed lightly on her mound. He placed a single kiss above her entrance and wrapped his free hand around her back. She arched herself with subtlety and gripped the arm of her chair in an expecting embrace. His tongue connected with her sensitivity setting every fiber of her being into orbit. Thomas worked his tongue and his lips together in harmonious perfection around every corner and edge of her. He lightly nibbled and kissed his way around and around until burying his taste buds into her open and now throbbing pathway.
Lynne, feeling suddenly restricted by her blue sun dress, tugged and pulled excitably until it was over her head and eventually lying on the floor. Her breasts now exposed to the calm wind and being kissed by the light of the moon. They bounced mischievously as she tried to return to her original position for Thomas. He had stopped exploring her with his mouth and with both hands behind her lower back scooted her to the edge of her chair. Her breasts once again bouncing in the light magnificently. Her backside reached the edge and she clasped both sides of the chair for security. Thomas lifted Lynne's legs, so they rest on his shoulders placing soft kisses on each ankle as he did.
His long hardness throbbed with anticipation as he aligned himself with her ready and inviting sexual sanctuary. Thomas elegantly placed his tip between Lynne's folds as he looked her in the eyes. Leaning in he fully penetrated her opening in a joyous combination of tender kissing and carnal lust. Her flesh was warm and tight around him as he pushed into her depths. Her mouth was sweet and soft as they continued kissing in the night. Thomas steadily manipulated him self back and forth as he drove himself a little further with each pass.
Really feeling the momentum and starting to lose himself in the moment, Thomas straightened up, locked his hands on both her curvy hips and started letting the fury inside him loose. Lynne, loving every inch that Thomas was giving her moaned and gasped as her husband built up to a frenzy.
"Yes baby! Please don't stop! I love feeling you inside me!"
Hearing her words always drives Thomas wild. Releasing one of her hips he relocated his hand to her breast and started fondling her nipples. He pinched and tugged as his hips continued to deliver a mountain of build up that any minute would avalanche from Lynne's core.
"Oh baby, you're going to make me cum! Oh, shit baby, I'm gonna cum! Can I cum on your cock? Can I please, baby? Please?
Her words causing a riot to build inside him as he continued to pump and pump himself deep to shallow; shallow to deep. Hitting every spot in this beautiful woman's portal along the way. Her hands lashed out and crashed into his chest. Her fingernails dug into his skin through the shirt he was still wearing.
"You gonna cum for me? Huh? You want to cum with this cock inside you?"
"Yes, baby please! Please let me cum! Oh, shit baby, I'm cumming!"
