Heatwave Secrets in the Midwest

3 days ago

It was a hot, sticky August evening in the Midwest, the kind of humidity that clung to your skin like a second layer. High humidity and generally uncomfortable; just the way I liked it. We were visiting my husband’s family for a weekend reunion, and decided to go for a walk. We needed some fresh air, and with all of us in such close quarters, there were not many opportunities for some passionate marriage heat.

He said he wanted to show me some of his old stomping grounds. Since everyone was having a wonderful time eating and drinking, joking and playing with the kids, no one objected when we said we were going for a walk. It was around 10 pm, and the party was still going strong. The kids enjoy sleeping over with nanna so the timing seemed natural.

Walking hand in hand through his boyhood residential neighborhood, he told me stories of his youth and how he first discovered girls. He pointed out P’s house where he kissed his first girl playing Spin the Bottle in 7th grade. A few blocks over we passed what he said was S’s house. Apparently in high school one night several of them went to her house playing Truth or Dare and they all ended up skinny dipping briefly in her backyard pool. He assured me nothing happened. And finally we walked past C’s house. Apparently after the Homecoming Dance his sophomore year, she invited him in while her parents were asleep upstairs. Sitting too close together on the couch, their young hormones kicked in and before they knew it, the top of her gown was down to her waist and he was working her young breasts. That was until they heard the stairs creaking and her father, a police officer, was coming down to investigate. Fortunately, she was able to cover up in the nick of time. Yet looking back now, her dad knew what was going on and K went home soon thereafter. Boys will be boys, I guess. Obviously he was not closely following the Lord back in those days.

So here we are still holding hands cutting through a dark field towards his old high school. All this talk about his adolescent romance was making me hot and bothered. It turned me on hearing about his past escapades and it made me very thankful he doesn’t have Facebook so none of those old flames could attempt to track him down, lol!

As we approached the back of his school, there was the football stadium and two or three baseball diamonds. Since it was midsummer and after 10 pm, it was dark and quiet. He is from a small Midwestern town. It was almost creepy it was so still. All we heard were those beautiful night sounds of crickets and other insects looking for love. And then came another confession from his past.

“You know, Kay, I always wanted to take a girl back here in the dark and make love to her. It would have been fun under the cover of darkness outside with a minimal risk of being caught.”

“Well, I don’t know, babe, sounds like with those stories you just told that you were quite the young stud!”

“Not actually, I was shy and introverted. Those were my only experiences with girls.”

Not convinced, I took him at his word. Yet thinking about him at age 17 kissing and making out with other girls made me want to “compete” with those memories. Sure, that was a long time ago, but I wanted to make sure his mind never wanted to stray back on those days. Again, I was becoming a little moist hearing his recollections and wanted to plant my own memory in his mind of his misspent youth.

“Tell you what, babe,” I told him. “How about we fulfill that fantasy right now? All this talk about P, S and C is making me a little jealous, and I want to give you an experience right here that will top all your past memories of this place.”

We were out in what I guess was the middle of the sports complex. There was a backstop for the one baseball field that backed up into the outfield fence of another baseball field. Kind of hard to see in the darkness.

Seeing I now had his attention (I could see an erection coming to life through his cute running shorts) I decided to give him a challenge of my own.

“OK, mister, here’s the deal. I am willing to make love to you right here, right now at your old high school baseball field. But one catch, since you seemed to like playing Truth or Dare, etc., I dare us to strip naked right here, lay our clothes in a pile on these bleachers, and we’ll walk down to the other field and do it right there on one of those benches, where the players would sit during a game.”

“You mean undress here, and walk naked through the outfield grass all the way to that other dugout?”

“Yep, those are my conditions, babe; I want to erase any and all memories of your high school shenanigans with those other girls. I don’t care how long ago it was.”

And to show him I meant business, I expertly lifted off my sweaty tee in one swift motion and freed my breasts from the sports bra they were crammed in to. It felt nice freeing them into the warm night air.

“Wow, Kay, you are serious, aren’t you!”

“Got that right, my love. Let’s go before it gets too late and we are missed.”

To my surprise, my husband hesitated. I couldn’t believe it. He froze at my challenge. Looked like he needed a little encouragement.

“Oh, come on, old man, let’s live a little, this is fantasy time. Time to put up or shut up. Put your money where your mouth is. As I said, tonight I want to erase those images of your high school girlfriends away from you forever.”

To further encourage him, I peeled down my shorts and panties at the same time and tossed them at my husband. For safety sake, I kept my sneakers on. Didn’t want to step on any broken glass or crunch any bugs with my bare feet in the dark. Gross!

And with that, I turned my back to him and started walking towards what he called the dugout. Part of this was pure bluff, part of it was dare, but most of it was marital lust. All this talk tonight was making me horny and I wanted to feel my husband inside of me out here in the darkness.

After several strides alone strolling naked through the outfield grass I heard him say, “Hey, wait up.”

I turned around and he was walking towards me, naked, clad only in his sneakers. He was half erect and his balls were swaying with each step; they looked very manly and sexy.

Clasping my hand, we walked hand in hand through the baseball field grass towards the dugout. It was very humid in the still night air and I was sweating. I could feel the sweat beading between and down my breasts. Yet I didn’t care, it felt natural. My only regret was when I realized I hadn’t shaved my legs or pits for a couple of days—that was planned for the morning shower tomorrow. Well, I thought, it was dark out here, and hopefully seeing a small crop growing under my arms wouldn’t scare him off! The things us girls worry about, lol.

We reached the infield and he led me to the first base side of the diamond. The field was still striped and the bases were out; perhaps there was a game scheduled for tomorrow. Would anyone notice the 2 sets of footprints in their pristine diamond in the morning, I wondered?

We made it to the fence by the dugout and walked down the three steps or so to the bench where the ball players would sit during a game. Fortunately, it was heavy duty plastic or fiberglass. I thought benches were made of wood. Oh well.

As I turned around with my back to him while taking in our surroundings, he gently embraced me from behind. His now erect dick was pointing straight at the cheeks of my ass. I could feel his heat. It felt wonderful.

He pulled me closer from behind and the thrill of anticipation overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back towards him. He grabbed me tighter so I could now feel his erection smashed against the small of my back. As he started to slowly lick and nibble at my throat that I presented for him to enjoy, his massive hands started working my breasts. Gently and expertly, he slowly kneaded them with both hands. I love when he takes me from the rear like this. Tilting my head back farther, I could smell his sweaty musky scent and the stubble of his beard against my throat and cheek. His penis was growing bigger and stronger against the small of my back. The fire was growing between my legs as our flesh continued melding together.

As I continued to slowly collapse backward onto his muscular chest, his hands started lifting and squeezing my breasts more frequently while still gently kneading them the way I like it. He is so good at playing with my titties. They are heavy and I love feeling them resting in his hands and seeing them overflow as he slowly lifts them up and down like he is weighing cantaloupes at the grocery.

Shivers started running up and down my spine as he started to take my erect nipples between his thumbs. Slowly yet with increasing pressure, twirling and rolling them as he did so. I was melting before him, letting more and more of my weight fall back into him. Being barely 5’ 2”, I felt so safe and secure relaxing back against his athletic 6’ 3” frame. Oh how I love this man.

On impulse, as he lifted up my titties for the umpteenth, I tilted my head down and took the right engorged nipple into my mouth and feasted on its loveliness and sensitivity. I love sucking my own titties and my beloved loves watching me do so.

Flicking my tongue against my strawberry sized nips, I loudly sucked them into my greedy mouth then let them plop out. Then in and out again several times, like a baby sucking a pacifier or a child enjoying a lolli. We both admire the sounds my mouth makes working both my breasts and his penis in and out of my mouth.

After several minutes of this bliss, I straightened up and took several steps towards the dugout fence. I guess it is there to protect the players from stray balls going in there during games or something. Reaching the chain link fence, I stretched my arms far out to either side and tightly grabbed the openings. Then I bent over and opened my legs, presenting myself to my husband.

The image burned in my mind. There we were, alone in the darkness of that baseball field. According to that outfield fence, our clothes were 404 feet away. We were naked and exposed out there in that dugout. I was bent over and opened up for my husband, awaiting his tender yet powerful touch. The anticipation was building deep inside me. I was really getting wet now. The sweat was more prominent than before which made it seem all the more natural as we were in the great outdoors alone and ready to consummate our precious marriage yet again—this time—practically under the stars.

All these beautiful thoughts were flashing through my mind when suddenly the breath was forcibly taken from my lungs. K brought me back to the present with one expert thrust deep into my greedy pussy. I wasn’t ready for it and it about knocked me over.

“Oh, K,” I panted as he thrust into me again and again. Deeper and deeper each time. My wetness enveloped him and it’s a good thing because the way he felt that night and how much he was stretching me, he could have really hurt me. I love when he takes me from the rear like this. Tilting my head back farther, I could feel his erection smashed against the small of my back. As he started to slowly lick and nibble at my throat that I presented for him to enjoy, his massive hands started working my breasts. Gently and expertly, he slowly kneaded them with both hands. I love when he takes me from the rear like this.

I watched my titties sway forward and backward, forward and backward in unison to his thrusts. I remember stretching onto my tip toes to take him in all the way. Looking down at my legs, I could see my thighs starting to cramp, this had never happened before. What was happening?

Despite the humid summer night with our bodies now soaked in sweat as my husband took me from the rear, I could see goosebumps on my thighs. How weird, I wasn’t even cold. Yet I kept hearing the sensuous sounds of flesh on flesh slapping together into the night as his dick and balls pounded my ass, and my titties danced up and down upon my chest.

I must confess this was starting to hurt a little bit, yet it was a good hurt. A hurt that I crave my husband to bestow upon me from time to time. This was one of those times. Yet I still was puzzled, why was he being so rough tonight? Why so hard? Not that I was complaining mind you. It’s just that he usually slowly builds to his manly powerful thrusting. Yet not tonight, he took me hard and was not letting up.

My lower back started cramping and I wanted to get more comfortable but I lay right there in that prone position, naked, atop my husband. I dared not move a muscle.

We heard the approaching vehicle and its headlights and saw the reflection of the spotlight circling the area again and it seemed to be going lower this time, right above the lip of the dugout. Maybe he was standing outside his cruiser?

I was frozen with fear at this point. It reminded me of that scary scene near the end of “The Sound of Music” where the Von Trapp family was hiding outside in the dark garden from the Nazi police. They were shining their spotlights looking for them; it felt that similar. Except they were not naked!

My mind was racing at this point when I felt something. For reasons I still cannot fathom, my beloved started to get a hard-on. Right then and there! What???

Glaring at him I whispered “Really, K, really? We’re about to be arrested for public indecency and you are getting hard? Are you serious?”

A big grin came upon his face and he whispered, “I can’t help it, sweetheart. My soul mate naked lying on top of me, her big titties pressed down hard against my chest making it hard for me to breathe; smelling the scent of her pussy on your breath, and your big hairy bush totally covering my cock and pubic area. Wow, you are a hairy girl!”

I was at a loss at this point. Clearly my husband wasn’t afraid of the predicament we were in. In fact, he seemed to be getting turned on again. And his full erection was living proof! I just shook my head then bit into his shoulder causing him to yipe in pain.

To our surprise, my husband hesitated. I couldn’t believe it. He froze at my challenge. Looked like he needed a little encouragement.

After several strides alone strolling naked through the outfield grass I heard him say, “Hey, wait up.”

I turned around and he was walking towards me, naked, clad only in his sneakers. He was half erect and his balls were swaying with each step; they looked very manly and sexy.

We made it to the fence by the dugout and walked down the three steps or so to the bench where the players would sit during a game. Fortunately, it was heavy duty plastic or fiberglass. I thought benches were made of wood. Oh well.

Flicking my tongue against

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