Minutes later, I removed her bikini in the backyard swimming pool. She and I had slipped out of the house in darkness and gone for a moonlight swim. Although, the word "swim" hardly describes our actions at all. In the buoyancy of the water, I lifted her effortlessly as she wrapped her arms about my neck and her legs around my waist. With my hands cupping her buttocks, I guided her movements as she rode my cock to a shuddering, mutual climax.
When I finally convinced her to wash my favorite nightgown, she said she would only do it if I helped her. With that, she slipped into her nightgown and led me by the hand into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and then stepped into the stream of water with her nightgown on. I removed my clothes as fast as I possibly could and joined her, slathering the front and back of her nightie with copious amounts of soapsuds and caressing it into her with my hands all over her body. I masturbated her to orgasm with the tip of my cock pressed against her clitoris, as we kissed and ground our pelvises together, and I erupted deliriously onto the front of her nightie moments later.
She would buy articles of clothing and lingerie for the specific purpose of exciting me, often wearing them to bed, along with her shoes, to enhance the lust and passion between us. She almost never wore panties any longer, preferring crotchless pantyhose or one of her many garterbelts and hosiery. She enjoyed teasing me by lifting her skirt playfully to show me how open and vulnerable she was, and was always ready for any spontaneity on my part. Often while watching television in the evenings she would allow her skirt to ride up and, while the kids were engrossed in whatever program was on, she would look over at me and stroke her legs alluringly.
Many times she would encourage me to quickly cum inside her just as she was about to leave for work, as I had done that one morning previously. She loved to tease herself all day with the sensation of being wet between her legs, and then explode all over me when she arrived home consumed with lust. Often we would lay writhing on the floor just inside the door from the garage, ripping each other's clothing aside in our haste.
She was always ready to give herself to me physically and emotionally. Any lust or desire on my part was met with equal lust and desire from her. We made love almost anywhere the spirit moved us to do so, even in public. Once, I surprised her by picking her up from work at lunchtime and taking her for a picnic lunch in a city park. We spread a blanket on the grass in a secluded area and talked softly while we ate. We started kissing and, one thing leading to another, she raised her skirt and I lowered my pants and we made love in full view of anyone who may have happened by.
We had sex several times in her car, where she would be overcome with need and just pull off the road. Once we even made love at a drive-in theater, writhing together very quietly on the front seat while her kids slept peacefully in the back.
Louise seemed to have an innate sense to know exactly what to do, or how to act, to make me crazy with lust for her. Whether it was by design or just a mutual appreciation for the sensuality of particular fetishes, I cared not. I surrendered to her tender sensuality at every opportunity. We had sex, or masturbated together, at least twice a day, and often three times. It was as if neither one of us could get enough of the other, and never in my life had I ever experienced such an acute level of sensuality and desire.
Young girls were plentiful every night when the band played, and many would come on to me. And, while I smiled and teased playfully with all of them, it seemed almost inconceivable to me that I could waste my time and sexual energy on even the most beautiful of young girls when I knew Louise was waiting up for me at home.
