You have often mentioned in our musing that you like the occasional hard, almost rough sex rather than the slow languorous lovemaking that we usually do. It isn't very often we indulge in that fantasy but this will be one of those times.
It is a hot and muggy day in early August and our non air-conditioned house is very close and almost unbearably hot. We can't stand to stay indoors any longer than required so we spend a lot of time in the shade of our back lawn where we have lots of shade trees. Also, the above ground swimming pool gets a lot of use. However, in the present heat, even that pool is almost tepid in temperature and offers no relief.
Since the kitchen, as in the case of every other room, is stiflingly warm, we seldom turn the stove on but rather make as many cold plates and salads as we can and often order out or go to an air-conditioned restaurant for meals. It is fortunate that my income provides us with that luxury.
On this particular early evening we are in the kitchen making a light cold supper to take out on the deck to eat after the sun has started its fall below the horizon. The evening air has cooled somewhat with a slight breeze blowing off the lake so it should be bearable tonight when we are trying to sleep. Given the heat, we haven't been much in the mood lately for lovemaking which is way off the norm for us; we usually make love at least once or twice a day and the past week and a half has been pure torture.
We are both clad in only the lightest of tee shirts and brief shorts; we can't even stand the constriction of underwear so neither of us are wearing any. Of course, we often go without around the house enabling us, under normal circumstances, to get at each other's bodies faster. Tonight, we are both sweating profusely and I can see the sway of your unfettered breasts clearly through the thin material of your tee. In fact, the very outline of your wonderful full breasts can be seen as can the nipples as they try to poke through the fabric.
You are at the sink washing lettuce for our salad while I am standing beside you at the counter laying out cold cuts and making iced tea for dinner. I keep stealing furtive glances sideways as I watch your tits moving as you work; I can see the points of your nipples in profile as they grow hard with the brushing against the cotton fabric of your shirt. My cock starts to strain against my shorts and I feel a slight cooling as the head slides below the loose leg of my shorts.
Almost without thinking, I grab the handle of the full pitcher of iced tea and call your name. As you turn towards me, I pick up the jug and toss its contents down your chest and belly. You scream as the cold hits you and start towards me. Your shirt is transparent and your breasts, now heaving with a touch of anger, are totally visible. Before you can reach me, I jump forward and grab your arms and pin them at your sides. Thus imprisoned, I push you back against the butcher block island in the centre of our kitchen.
As I try to kiss you, you keep turning your head in a fit of pique; you did not like what I did and you were damned if I was going to have my way with you! Since I couldn't get a kiss, I lifted my left leg and pinned you to the counter at the hips. I released your arms but before you could attack me, I ripped your tee shirt up and over your head and down your arms. In this way, your arms were locked in place at your sides and your heaving glistening tits were exposed to my will.
