Curious Wife

I was a healthy young man in my 20's. By healthy I guess I should give a few more details. Six foot plus, 200 pounds plus (muscle not fat), lightly tanned due to regular outside work, strong as an ox and a lot smarter than that ox.

It was currently a Thursday afternoon and normally I'd be working but the job I was doing finished early and I wasn't due to start the next one until Friday, so I went fishing.

I lived up in the mountains with a considerable distance between neighbours. The stream where I went fishing was only about a mile away, mainly downhill. (Or uphill, depending on the way you were going.) I gathered my fishing gear and trotted off.

There was a nice pool where my stream joined with another that was always good for a trout or two, depending on my patience. I settled down and went to work, if you can call fishing work. Half an hour later I had two fat trout in my bucket and called it quits. Trout keep fresher in the water and swimming around than in my freezer.

The weather was a little on the warm side (hot in other words) so I decided to take a dip. I stripped off and dived in. Bathers? You're kidding. Who was I going to offend? The fish or a passing deer? Who cared?

I got in some relaxing exercise, floated for a while, and finally made my way to the bank and ashore. I relaxed in the sun while I dried off. Getting dressed soaking wet is the pits.

It turned out that maybe I should have got dressed faster because I was just considering doing that when I heard a startled gasp and an indignant exclamation.

"You're naked!"

Turning my head I beheld a lovely young woman who looked a couple of years younger than me - say 20. She was looking scandalised. She was also looking I noted.

"Ah, yes, I am," I admitted, "but so are you under your clothes."

Now if a young man (me) is naked and a pretty young thing (her) is looking at him with an interested expression certain bodily functions take place. My cock started swelling towards semi-tumescence while her eyes started opening wider and her blush deepened. Taking this as approval my cock came to full tumescence very quickly, almost twanging as it snapped to attention.

She was standing on one foot, the other just touching the ground with a toe, ready to flee.

"I'm Ezekiel, better known as Zeke. I thought I knew everyone around here but you're new. Have you got a name and where do you live?"

"Um, I'm Catherine, but people call me Kate. I'm Carl's wife. Um, if you want to talk do you mind getting dressed?"

I'd heard that Carl had got married but it hadn't concerned me so I'd just noted the fact and ignored it.

"Yes. I'm comfortable like this. How long have you been married?"

"About three months and I'm not. Doesn't that hurt?"

"I'd have thought a new bride would know about that sort of thing," I murmured, "and why would it hurt? Carl has one and has he ever complained that it hurt?"

"Not like that he hasn't," she snapped. "That's too big. It must hurt."

Interesting. Carl had a teeny weenie. Not that I'd ever use that knowledge to embarrass him.

"They come in assorted sizes," I pointed out, "but basically they all work the same. Whether they feel the same I wouldn't know, being of the wrong sex."

She still looked doubtful so I gave a little sigh.

"If you're feeling doubtful come over and take a closer look. You can even hold it to see what it feels like."

She'd been so nervous up until then that I expected her to run like a rabbit. Instead she fooled me and moved closer, curiosity winning over modesty. I almost gave a yelp of surprise when she took hold of me, her hand running up and down the full length.

I made some sort of noise when she casually polished the head of my erection and she frowned.

"Carl makes the same sort of noise when I do that," she said. "Why?"

"That's an easy one," I grumbled. "The head has a lot of nerve endings and doing that stimulates them. Similar to your clitoris, I guess."

She looked at me thoughtfully and then she deliberately polished my knob again, seeming satisfied when I made the same sort of noise.

"I don't think so," she said. "I don't make any noise. Wouldn't that thing hurt your partner?"

"No." I was quite emphatic. "If you don't believe me try it yourself."

Her blush was back, redder than ever.

"I couldn't do that!" She exclaimed. "Could I?

I shrugged. "I'm not going to stop you," I said. "The choice is yours."

"But what would Carl say?"

"Don't know. Don't care. I'm not going to tell him. If you tell him it's up to you, but I think it'd be a silly thing to do."

"Oh, I couldn't," she mumbled but didn't sound too sure.

"Let me help you decide," I said giving her a cheerful smile. I mean, she was standing right there in easy reach, so I reached. Not for her but up her dress for her panties, which I pulled down. The look on her face was pure gold.

"You can't do that," she gasped.

"I already have," I pointed out. "Now it's up to you to pull them up or take a seat." I waved my hand towards my erection.

"Y-you mean I'd have to..." She waved her hand nervously between her genitals and mine.

I nodded, still smiling. "Well, yes. I assume you know how."

The look on her face said she'd never actually done that, apparently always having it put to her, shall we say.

"Well of course I know how," she said airily, donning a sophisticated air.

I simply smiled and indicated she was free to begin. She knelt next to me and then swung one leg over me, straddling me. She eased her way higher until her groin was brushing my erection. She froze at that point for about two minutes before mustering her courage and moving higher, forcing my erection to stand erect. At that point her hand captured me and held me still while she raised herself a little and then a little more as she realised there was more of me.

Another adjustment of her position and my erection was touching the opening to her passage. Once again she seemed to freeze, and then she got a look of determination and started settling down. She was careful, taking her time, just easing herself onto me.

It was immediately evident that she was aroused and ready, her passage warm, wet enough to allow me entry without a struggle. The deeper she took me into her the harsher her breathing sounded. By the time she was fully impaled she was almost gasping for air.

Deciding she was fully committed now and couldn't really complain if I took a liberty or two I slid my hands up inside her dress, pleased to find that she didn't wear a bra. My hands covered her breasts, fondling them.

It was a moment or two before I realised that she was just sitting there with my cock jammed to the hilt in her most sensitive flesh.

"Are you going to continue or do you want me to take over," I asked.

"Continue how?" she asked, not wanting to but also not wanting to surrender the initiative to me.

"Up to you," I said. "Rock back and forth so you can feel me moving in you. Move from side to side. Use your thighs to slide up and down the full length of me. Try and see what suits you."

She took a deep breath and then leaned forward until her breasts touched my chest. At least they would have if I didn't have my hands covering them. She must have come to the same conclusion as she straightened up, took hold of her dress and took it off, leaving her riding me naked.

That achieved she pushed my hands away from her breasts and leaned forward again. This time her breasts did touch my chest and she swayed from side to side, letting her nipples brush against me, giggling while she did it.

After teasing me this way she straightened back up, breathing hard. The look on her face said she was way too aroused and she was ready for some serious action. She started rocking back and forth, liking what it was doing to her.

It soon became obvious that she wanted more but didn't know how to get that little bit extra. Time for my intervention, I decided. Arms around her I rolled over, taking her with me.

"Wrap your legs around me," I told her my hands firmly rubbing her breasts. She didn't even hesitate, her legs coming up and clinging to me, her arms around my neck. Positioned the way I wanted I settled down to some hard work, pulling back until I nearly popped free and then driving home again. And repeat. And keep on repeating, trying to drive her wild and by the sounds she made, succeeding.

This wasn't the sort of effort I could keep up for long. Just long enough was what I wanted. Her noises were starting to sound like a high-pitched mewing and I cut loose, giving my all.

She climaxed with a scream while I did so with a groan, spilling my seed while her passage crushed my cock, milking me for all she could get.

We lay next to each other while we cooled down, then both of us taking a quick dip to remove various fluids from our bodies. That done we relaxed and sun dried ourselves.

"Same as with Carl," she said casually. "Size doesn't matter, does it?"

"If you say so," I said agreeably. But Carl never made you squeal like that, I thought. You already mentioned that you were silent when he took you.

After she'd gone I couldn't help but wonder. Would she tell Carl? Would she talk to her girlfriends? Would she be back for seconds? How did she manage to steal my trout without me noticing?

I sighed and got my rod again. Hopefully we hadn't scared them all away.