Golden Summer's Sweet Secret

The humid summer air hung thick and heavy as we pulled out of the driveway, the ancient Cadillac’s air conditioning blasting a welcome relief. Forty-two years of marriage, and the thrill of a spontaneous adventure still managed to ignite a spark within me. My wife, Evelyn, a vibrant 64, was a vision in a canary-yellow sundress, the frilly top emphasizing her generous 34B breasts. She’d caught my eye the moment she’d suggested it, a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes. I, in turn, had chosen my usual garb: a pair of worn denim shorts and a faded golf shirt, opting for a little bit of rebellious comfort – going commando. A playful tug on her rear as I opened the car door was just a prelude to the night ahead.

As we cruised down the highway, the AC doing its job, I felt the familiar heat rising from her body. The flimsy fabric of the sundress revealed her nipples, pale and sensitive, a tantalizing display in the summer heat. My right hand instinctively found its way to her thigh, slowly, deliberately, moving closer, closer, until my fingers brushed against the smooth curve of her shaved lady parts. The anticipation built with each passing mile, a slow burn that intensified with every turn of the steering wheel. We made a quick pit stop at Dairy Queen for a small vanilla cone, both of us licking it with a shared sense of pleasure and desire. The sticky sweetness lingered on our lips, a reminder of the sensual connection we shared.

Thirty minutes later, as the moon climbed higher in the inky sky, I surprised her by turning onto a back road leading to one of my favorite golf courses. The course was nestled on the outskirts of town, a sprawling green expanse bathed in the silvery light. The parking lot was deserted, adding to the sense of clandestine excitement. I leaned in to kiss her, her answering passion a fiery spark against my lips. A playful pinch and twist of her nipples brought a moan from her, a welcome sound that fueled my own arousal.

With a bold proposition, I told her we should take an adventure. “Why not?” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. I grabbed her hand, and we began our slow, deliberate walk across the hundred yards to the 18th green. Once there, we surrendered to the moment, lost in a tangle of kisses and groping hands. When I suggested she lie down, she complied without hesitation, her body relaxing into the cool, damp grass.

I shed my shirt, the action a declaration of intent. Lifting the hem of her sundress, I was immediately drawn to the warmth and wetness of her vaginal lips. The cool air met the heat of her body, creating a delicious tension. I began to gently flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, a rhythmic, tantalizing touch that sent shivers down her spine.

Within three minutes, she had managed to pull the top of her sundress down, revealing her beautiful breasts in the moonlight. As I continued to nibble on her clit and tease her nipples, her moans grew louder, more insistent, escalating into a series of ecstatic gasps. She pushed the top of her sundress further down, exposing more of her body, each movement intensifying her pleasure. It wasn’t long before she experienced her first O of the night, a powerful release that left her breathless.

Without hesitation, I peeled off my shorts and slid into her hot love box. The world narrowed down to the feel of her body against mine, the scent of her sweat mingling with the sweet scent of the summer air. We went at it with abandon, a primal dance of pleasure and passion. As she reached her third orgasm, she dug her fingernails into my back, begging me to cum inside her. With a surge of intense pleasure, I complied, unleashing a torrent of sperm deep inside her. It was one of my largest loads ever, a testament to the power of the moment.

After a minute of deep, satisfied breaths, we knew it was time to leave. I pulled on my shorts and grabbed my shirt, while she carefully adjusted her dress, covering her wonderful breasts once more. Back in the car, she declared that it had been a fantastic and exciting experience. I wholeheartedly agreed, sliding my hand up her dress again as we made our way back home. The inside of her thighs had become coated in our shared love juices, a sticky reminder of the intimacy we had just shared.

During the drive, I took a finger and dipped it into the warm liquid, savoring the taste before placing it gently on her lips. Her reaction was immediate, and soon, she was mimicking my actions, her own finger exploring the moist flesh.

As we pulled into the driveway, a new wave of anticipation washed over us. The night wasn't quite over, and the thought of another round filled us with a delicious sense of excitement. It took us about thirty minutes to get back to the house, but it was worth the wait. Once inside, we settled down for a second encounter, and the memories of our earlier adventure lingered in the air. As the hours passed, we continued to indulge in our desires, lost in a world of lust and pleasure. The night stretched on, filled with countless moments of passion and intimacy, solidifying the bond between us and leaving us both breathless with satisfaction. We knew this was just the beginning, and the thought of future adventures together brought a smile to our faces. Perhaps another time, under the moon’s watchful eye, we’d return to the golf course, seeking out new levels of excitement and pleasure. The possibilities seemed endless, and we both knew that as long as we had each other, there would always be something new to discover.

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