Here’s a free read from [intlink id=”4″ type=”post”]little old me[/intlink].
Chrissie woke up to the sound of rain spattering the windows. She groaned and turned over, her arm instinctively outstretched to slip round her husbands’ waist. Her arm met nothingness. Chrissie sat up, frowning, her long chestnut hair dishevelled around her shoulders. He never gets up before me, she thought. She called out.
No reply. Chrissie got up and out of bed, grabbing her robe. She went to the French doors of their holiday home, a small cottage in the Lake District. It served their purpose perfectly. They liked to hole up in the evenings and relax – but in the day they took long walks together. She threw open the French doors and breathed in the fresh air. A light breeze blew, carrying the still pouring rain onto her face.
She couldn’t see John, and their car was still parked by the front door of the cottage. She stepped out onto the terrace to get a better look at the surrounding area. There was nothing for miles around; the nearest house was three miles away, the town a further two miles on.
Suddenly, she sensed someone was behind her. The hairs on her neck rose, and she turned, startled as John came out onto the terrace.
“Where have you b-?” Any further words were cut off as John’s mouth covered hers, his strong arms encircled her slim form and pulled her body tightly to his. She responded, arching her back slightly, pressing her groin against his. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue, and they kissed passionately, her hands in his hair, hungrily pulling him to her.
John pulled away, and Chrissie protested, but his hand went to the belt holding her robe together, as he pulled it the silk slid easily apart to reveal her pert breasts, flat stomach and hairless vagina.
John smiled, his wife’s nipples were erect, and he had no doubt in his mind that further signs of her arousal were just within his reach. He slid a finger between her legs and discovered he was right. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off her juices. Chrissie grinned impishly as she stepped towards her husband. She put her hands to the t-shirt at his waist, and pulled it up, kissing each bit of exposed skin as she went along. John’s erection strained against his jeans, and he moaned at the sensation.
Chrissie tugged the t-shirt over John’s head, and her manicured fingers expertly undid the button fly of his jeans, to release his cock. She held it in her hand, and knelt down on the rain soaked decking and slid her lips over the shining purple head. John gasped at the sudden warmth of her mouth after the chill of the morning air.
The rain fell faster, plastering their hair and bodies as Chrissie licked, sucked and teased John’s cock cupping his balls in her hand and caressing them gently. Then her mouth was on his balls as she stroked his length with her hand. John felt close to cumming – so he motioned for Chrissie to stand.
He turned her around and led her to the railing surrounding the terrace and pushed her gently she was bent over it, her hands supporting her, and her ass in the air. He knelt behind his wife, desperate to taste her love juices and make them trickle freely from her and down his eager chin. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and parted them, giving him better access to her glistening pussy. He buried his face between her soft thighs and began to lap at her juices, getting hornier as he discovered how wet Chrissie was. He then lowered his head so he could reach her clit.
He touched it with his tongue, causing Chrissie to moan and clutch the railing harder. John began to circle her clit slowly with his tongue, every now and again taking it into his mouth to briefly suck and nibble on it. Chrissie tensed, and John, sensing his wife’s approaching orgasm inserted two fingers into her saturated hole.
A rumble of thunder overhead. John glanced momentarily skyward, then back to the plush pink lips and swollen clit in front of him. He began to finger fuck his wife, and the rumbles of thunder drowned out her cries. John thrust faster with his fingers and began to flick her swollen bud with his tongue. He felt Chrissie’s vagina tense around his fingers and pulled them out – standing quickly and replacing them with his straining cock.
He and his wife gasped as they both relished his cock filling her pussy. His hips slapped against her rain soaked skin as he began to thrust slowly in and out of her.
The sky above lit up with a bolt of lightning and the couple looked up. The rain pelted harder against their naked bodies, and John followed suit and began to fuck Chrissie harder. She pushed back against her husband, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders – the water running in rivulets down her back and dripping from her nipples.
Feeling his orgasm approaching, John gripped his wife’s ass with more force. In response, Chrissie’s hand wandered down to her clit to masturbate as John pounded her with renewed enthusiasm.
He slapped a hand across her round buttocks sharply – she screamed in pleasure and frigged her clit harder. John slapped her again and again, knowing it would hurt more on wet skin, and that the pain turned her on. He looked down and saw red marks, the cold paling her skin, making the red more vibrant in contrast.
John fucked his wife hard and fast the way she liked it, the rain continuing to pour, the sky lighting up periodically.
He felt the familiar sensation in his cock and he sped up, as did Chrissie. Presently his dick exploded and he spurted his seed deep inside Chrissie’s red hot, soaking pussy. Spent, John collapsed onto Chrissie’s back and they leant gasping together as the elements battled on.