Summer Heat, Wet & Wild

The air hung thick and heavy, a suffocating blanket woven with humidity and the scent of cut grass. It was one of those days where the sun felt like a physical weight pressing down, relentless in its heat. As I pushed the lawnmower across the emerald expanse of our backyard, beads of sweat slicked my skin, clinging to my chest and back. The shirt I’d started to peel off, exposing my broad shoulders and tanned arms, quickly soaked through again, each pass of the blades adding another layer of moisture. The sheer discomfort was almost exhilarating, a primal response to the oppressive heat, and as I wrestled with the engine, a primal urge began to stir within me.

Then I saw her. My wife, standing on the back porch, a vision in a simple white T-shirt and a bright pink mini-skirt. The way the light caught the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric, sent a jolt through me, a silent, electric current that intensified the already simmering heat. She was watching me, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips, and as my eyes met hers, my own expression shifted, mirroring her amusement. A twitch ran down my spine, deep in my pelvis, a clear signal of the rising tension.

Without a word, she turned and disappeared inside, returning moments later with a tall glass of lemonade, the condensation clinging to the outside like tiny, shimmering tears. She held it out to me, her hand brushing against my chest as she offered it, a silent invitation that I couldn't ignore. I took the glass, the icy liquid a welcome relief against my burning skin, and took a long, slow drink. As I savored the coolness, she moved closer, her hand sliding down my chest, tracing the line of my pectoral muscles. The touch was feather-light, yet electrifying, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire in my loins. Her eyes held a blatant desire, an unspoken challenge that both terrified and thrilled me.

I managed a small, appreciative smile, nodding my head in acknowledgment before turning the mower back toward the house. The rhythmic drone of the engine filled the air, a mechanical lullaby masking the frantic beat of my own heart. As I finished the lawn, a wave of satisfaction washed over me, followed by a renewed surge of lust. I knew what I had to do.

Inside, the house felt cool and still, a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. I found her in the backyard, hanging laundry, pinning the freshly washed sheets to the rotary clothesline. The sheets formed a makeshift tent, sheltering the central pole from the sun, a bizarre and intimate tableau. Her movements were graceful, efficient, and utterly captivating. The sight of her, exposed and vulnerable, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over me.

Taking her hand, I led her towards the middle of the line, closer and closer until we were face to face. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close, and kissed her deeply, my lips tracing the curve of her neck, her breasts, her hips. My hands moved over her body, slow and deliberate, exploring every inch of her skin, savoring the feel of her warm flesh beneath my fingertips. The scent of her skin, a heady mix of sunshine and soap, filled my senses.

“Shall we go inside?” I murmured against her ear, my voice thick with anticipation.

She leaned into me, her body relaxing against mine. “No,” she whispered back, her voice husky with desire. “I’m going to fuck you right here.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed her face, but the look of pure longing in her eyes quickly silenced any doubts. “What about the neighbors?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“They can’t see us,” I replied, my voice low and confident. “But we’ll have to be quiet—and fast.”

With that, I reached under her skirt, my fingers brushing against her thighs before finding her panties and the sensitive mound beneath. She moaned softly, her body arching slightly in anticipation. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires. God, she felt good. The feel of her skin, smooth and warm, sent a shiver of pleasure through me. As I looked up, she reached for me, her hand grasping my cock with an eagerness that mirrored my own.

I touched her pussy and stroked her clit whilst kissing her again. Pulling back, I said, “Yes, I want to fuck you right here and now.” I slid her panties down and off, then put them in my pocket. She yanked my shorts to the grass, and I stepped out of them.

I turned her around and leaned her forward as she grasped the pole. After rubbing my cock against her pussy, I slowly slid inside her. Then I grabbed her hips and started slowly fucking her. I took one of her hands and directed it to her pussy, and she began to rub her pussy as my cock rode in and out.

I took a moment to commit the moment to memory: my wife bent over, rubbing herself, with my cock inside her. It was so hot.

I could feel I was going to cum soon; I whispered to tell her so.

She groaned at my announcement, saying, “Yes, please fill me with your cum.” Then she gasped and began to spasm around me. I held onto her bucking hips, drove my cock deep into her, and shot my load into her pussy.

After we both finished, I pulled my cock out, turned her around, and kissed her again. After I put my shorts back on, I retrieved her panties from the pocket and took a knee. She held my shoulder for balance and stepped sexily into them, and I slid them up her legs, over her backside, and under her skirt. Once they were settled into place, I let my hand linger on her pussy mound over the satin. Then I stood, and we kissed again.

We finished hanging the last of the washing and headed inside for a cold drink. My wife handed me another icy glass of lemonade and said, “That was hot! We’ll need to do that again soon.” The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a promise of more pleasure to come. As I took a long sip of the refreshing liquid, I looked at her, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. It was a perfect day, filled with heat, lust, and the intoxicating pleasure of a shared secret. And as I held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, I knew that this was just the beginning. The sun beat down, the air didn’t stir, and the world felt good. I love days like this, and I love my wife, more than words can say.

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