Lost Weekend, Found Desire

Well, not really at Band Camp, just normal camping. On this occasion, my Sweetie and I were headed to the woods for a quiet weekend of reading and disengaging from the real world. She seemed a little grumpy on the short one-hour drive to a nice lake with a small, no frills campground. Me being me, I was mentally winding down for the weekend and running through the various scenarios with the highest probabilities for getting naked with my Sweetie. I think wives have a built-in radar for that sort of thing, because I think she was just thinking about just relaxing and not looking ahead or planning anything for the immediate future, and that may or may not have been the reason for her mood that evening.

We have been married thirty some years and as I reach back into my memories of her, I realize several things. Synchronizing your sexual appetites with those of your wife is a lifelong project. Sometimes (well, most of the time) you are watching your lovely wife come to bed naked and if you look too longingly at the smooth contours of those gently rocking breasts she sees the mizzen mast rising and realizes that you look a lot like Edward Teach and she is about to be boarded. “Oh no, please not tonight, I would love to just cuddle.” Stowing a risen mizzen is tough to do, but on some occasions the heat of my sword on her incredibly soft, smooth ass will melt this maiden’s resolve. On numerous occasions after several moments of being tucked together I can’t help but slowly rub my swollen penis against her cheeks and before long I’m hearing “That thing is really hot” and the reciprocal rubbing will start. Soon my dick is leaking and her resolve to repel boarders dissipates as I slide my member between her legs and make contact with the warm shores. On those times when she is mildly interested, but too tired to be fully invested in a proper boarding party she will just quietly purr while I hold my cock and gently rub it over her ever loving soft skin until I blast it all on her backside. After receiving my warm complements to soft round bottom she says “I love the feel of that warm cum.” Paying my respects to her warm buns I always get up grab a towel and warm cloth before things cool. Sometimes the winds blow fair sometimes they do not…ahrrr.

Anyways in getting back to my current story there is something that I’ve come to realize late on in our life together. My wife, who is a very direct and driven person, not given to relinquishing control in many of life’s many undertakings, likes to be forcefully taken. But not always. For a quiet, introverted person, like myself can be challenging to figure out when that is or is not the case. On this particular sojourn to the woods of relaxation my wife seemed to be in a mood to repel all boarders. When we arrived we were the only people occupying one of about 20 campsites. By dark there were a few more fellow campers on this warm southern summer evening. On this particular day after our tent was setup I still had one pole that I had not found a proper place for. I sensed that my Sweetie’s mood was still somewhat cool as she announced that she was headed for the shower building. For a small campground the facilities were extremely large and well taken care of. As I had business to attend to I followed her to the adjoining facilities. Once I had taken care of at least one necessary bodily function I began to dwell on my still erect pole. Standing outside the women’s facility it was a clear starry night with just a few muffled sounds from the nearby campers and all I could think of was there was a naked woman in there and a very horny me out here. The ache in my dick was heavy and I wanted that warm wet pussy in that shower. I listened and looked quickly around and said “The with this, I’m going in.” I walked quietly in the door and quickly checked the other stalls to be sure the coast was clear and stripped off my tee shirt and shorts. I walked wordlessly into that shower and into the hot stream of water. Sweetie looked at me and before she could say anything I took the soap from her hands and soaped my chest and throbbing shaft. Taking her hands and placing them high on the shower wall I came at her from behind and rubbed my cock against her soaking pussy. Stroking the soft outer lips a few times I paused briefly before thrusting up and into her. Home at last. Neither one of us spoke as I just held her against the wall and fucked her. No other words for it. I fucked her and she liked it. She moaned quietly as I repeatedly drove into her swollen lips and reached around to rub her aroused clit. When I came I don’t think that cum stopped until it hit her tonsils. Having fired a full broadside I quietly released her and handed her back her soap and then left.

Back at the tent I was laying naked inside marveling at my unusually direct approach to solving the tent pole problem. Unfortunately as I ruminated on what had transpired I realized I had just created a monster as my cock was approaching the Surgeon General’s 4-hour warning. I heard the tent zipper and my wife poked her head in and looked at me with a determined look. “Where the devil did you go in such a hurry? I’m not done with that thing.” Damn “Prepare to be boarded buster” she said as I lay back and she stood over me lowering herself and that steaming hot, soft warm pussy over my massive erection. She grabbed my member firmly, pulling it back slightly before pushing forward with a slow, deliberate motion. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing tease that built anticipation within me. Her grip tightened, and I felt a distinct pleasure as she began to penetrate, her body quivering with each thrust. Her breath grew heavy, and she let out a small gasp as my cock surged deep within her, finding its way into the warm, receptive depths of her vagina. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as she continued to insert, her movements both forceful and gentle. A moan escaped her lips, a primal sound of pure pleasure, as she reached the peak of her arousal. It was a moment of exquisite intimacy, a perfect blend of passion and control. She held me tight, her body shaking with each wave of pleasure, until finally, she released me, pulling away with a satisfied sigh. The scent of her aroused body filled the tent, a potent reminder of the intense pleasure we had just shared. As I lay there, basking in the aftermath of our encounter, I realized that this was exactly the kind of wild abandon I had been craving. With a deep breath, I began to unlace my boots, preparing for another round of passionate play.

My Sweetie, still flushed with excitement, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, then moved closer, her body brushing against mine. Her touch ignited a fresh wave of desire within me, and I responded by sliding my hand down her back, tracing the curve of her spine as my fingers lingered on her sensitive skin. Her laughter filled the tent as I continued my exploration, teasing her with my touch before finally pulling back slightly, letting her anticipate the next move. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, whispering sweet nothings as she prepared to resume her assault. With a final burst of energy, she plunged back into me, her body convulsing with each thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensations that left me breathless and weak. We continued like this for several minutes, lost in a world of pure passion, before finally slowing down, our bodies exhausted but satisfied. As we lay there, intertwined in each other’s arms, I realized that this was what it meant to be truly alive. In moments like these, our love transcended the physical, becoming a force that bound us together in an unbreakable bond. Looking over at my beloved, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that our adventures together were far from over. The woods, the stars, and the heat of the night – they all conspired to create an unforgettable experience that we would cherish forever. As I closed my eyes, I drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that I had found my perfect match, a woman who knew exactly how to both conquer and cuddle. And as the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow upon our tent, I realized that this camping trip had been the most exhilarating and fulfilling experience of my life. The memory of the night would forever be etched in my mind, a testament to the power of love, lust, and a well-placed tent pole.

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