Harvest Moon, Dirty Deeds

The gravel crunched beneath my tires as I pulled into the driveway around 8:00 PM. The scent of freshly tilled earth and hay hung in the air, a familiar perfume that always stirred something primal within me. It was the third week of the month, a particularly potent time for my desires, and I knew my husband, Matt, wouldn’t object to a little evening excitement. A quick text message, sent before I even fully parked, confirmed my suspicions: "At the neighbors. Come join the fun." Honestly, I wasn’t thrilled about socializing with the Peterson family, but I wasn’t one to turn down a good time, and Matt’s invitation was too tempting to resist.

As I stepped out of the car, I could see a group of men gathered around a cornhole set in the backyard. Matt emerged from the garage, a broad grin plastered across his face, and wrapped me in a quick, possessive hug. For a fleeting second, the thought of flashing him my tits crossed my mind, a playful suggestion to get his attention, but I quickly dismissed it. We weren’t close enough to the neighbors to risk causing a scene, so I simply said, "Hi everyone," grabbed a frosty bottle of beer from the ice chest, and settled back to watch the game.

The cornhole continued for what felt like an eternity, punctuated by Matt’s furtive glances and stolen kisses. He'd always find a way to slip over during a turn, a silent promise of pleasure to come. Finally, the winning team was announced, and I shot him a knowing look – a silent signal to move things along.

He grabbed our stereo speaker, oblivious to the impending chaos, and we raced across our adjoining property line. We paused on the porch, catching our breath, and he immediately asked, “Hot tub?”

“Naked,” I replied, my voice dripping with anticipation.

We entered the house, and I began shedding my clothes with a growing sense of urgency. The anticipation was building, and my body was already humming with a desperate need for his touch. I noticed Matt heading towards the laundry room, presumably to retrieve the bath salts, and a mischievous thought formed in my mind. I hopped onto the kitchen bar, spreading my legs wide to give him a clear view, and waited.

He returned moments later, surprise evident on his face as he saw me there. “Oh, you want to do this right here, huh?” he said, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

He walked over and positioned himself between my legs, a silent invitation to unleash my desires. As we began twisting our tongues together in a frenzied dance of pleasure, I felt a primal surge of excitement, a desperate plea for his attention. It felt like an obvious invitation to relieve his belt and zipper, and I happily obliged. As my jeans slipped to the floor, I scooted closer to the edge of the bar, my crotch brushing against his erect member.

Matt’s large hands reached for my breasts, pulling me closer, trying to delay his inevitable climax. He plunged one finger deep into my juices, sending shivers down my spine. It was a surprisingly intense sensation, and I found myself momentarily stunned. We pressed our bodies together, exploring each other’s nipples and pubic hair until I felt him lift me off the bar, a triumphant surge of pleasure building within me.

“Lay on the rug, baby girl!” he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

I was breathing heavily, pinching my nipples, as Matt stepped out of his pants and knelt on the rug before me. I felt his coarse beard grazing my legs, followed by the smooth, wet exploration of his tongue against my swollen lips.

“Babe, please, fuck me,” I moaned, my voice raw with need.

“Are you sure you can handle this cock?” he questioned, wanting to gauge my level of obsession with his length.

“Heck, yeah,” I reassured, pushing him closer.

I got on all fours, letting him secure a leather leash around my neck with a buckle that wouldn't tighten too much. The feeling of being restrained, yet so close to him, was intoxicating. As he plunged deep inside me, sending me over the edge for the first time that night, I lost all control, succumbing to the intense pleasure.

After several minutes of passionate play, we moved to the bedroom. Matt walked over to the closet, disappearing for a moment before returning with an egg-shaped vibrator and a remote control. He presented it to me with a playful grin.

“I got you something,” he said.

I popped the vibrator into my mouth, lubricating it with saliva, and reached over to revive his erection. He playfully smacked my ass as we made our way to the bed, the vibrations intensifying our shared pleasure. He loved vibration too, and it wasn't long until he was groaning in ecstasy.

“Aaarrggghhhh! Babe, you are so hot!” he exclaimed, unable to contain his pleasure. “I can’t get enough of your pussy, ” he whispered in my ear, “but right now, I’m hungry.” With that, he headed to the kitchen and, after a short while, returned with two egg burritos.

We sat on the bed, sharing the burritos and catching up on our day. “The hot tub will feel great—tomorrow night,” he said with a wink, a promise of more pleasure to come. We kissed good night, and as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that the memory of this night would linger long after the scent of fresh tilled earth faded away. The touch of his cock, the heat of his body, and the shared pleasure had left an indelible mark on my soul. It was a night of pure, unadulterated lust, a perfect blend of passion and pleasure that left me breathless and wanting more.

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