Hiking

Fall and the color is almost gone. The wife and I pack up the camera and head for the hills if you will. We go to a local gorge that neither of us had been to before.

We are out trotting around. A couple miles on the trail and not a soul. Wicked thoughts run through Wood’s head, both of them. She stopped to take a picture. I come up behind her, pressing my hard cock in her ass, reaching around and grabbing a breast. She spins around, trying to object (I think) before she can I kiss her deeply.

The feeling of the resistance metling way to want, I smile to myself when I feel it, she is mine. Crashing up against a tree, our hands roam each other. Searching them like we just met. Lips trying to open wider and tongues probe deeper.

She spins me around up against the tree, kissing me and struggling with my belt and jeans.

“No fucking, but just for you” she whipsers in my ear and then sinks down in front of me. As she pulls me out, I drift back to the other day in the woods. The cold breeze against my hot cock. Wanting your fingers and mouth around me, yet relished it was my wife’s. I feel her hand tug me hard just before slipping my cock into her mouth. A warm tongue snaking around me, urging me. Pleasure was limited in this exercise, I have been wanting and she is nervous of being seen. She works me as she hasn’t in years.

The music begins to drone, echoing. The repetative addictive bass beat that fills my ears and drives my rythmn. I see those burning eyes as I cum in her mouth, her smiling face looking up. A cool wind blowing over us. Grunting with each shot. Burying myself in her mouth and throat. As she cleans me up she looks up and smiles again. licking her lips. I kiss her tasting my sticky cum on her lips.