Sun-Kissed Skin, Summer Heat (L)

The August sun beat down with a brutal, insistent heat, baking the fields of golden hay into shimmering waves. Dust motes danced in the air, thick and heavy, clinging to everything like a second skin. I wiped sweat from my brow, the familiar scent of cut grass and damp earth filling my nostrils. Mary Beth, my beautiful, demanding wife, was a whirlwind of restless energy, constantly seeking new ways to push my limits, both in bed and beyond. Today’s task: procuring more ice and water for the relentless heat.

“Another cooler, please,” I’d called out on the cell, my voice rough with exertion. An hour later, she appeared in the upper cut of the field, a vision in exposed skin and defiance against the oppressive heat. She was laying out a picnic cloth over the stubble, the movement a slow, deliberate dance that sent shivers crawling up my spine. As I approached, I could see it – the undeniable allure of her naked form, the sheer power radiating from her curves. And there, at the apex of her large, firm breasts, her enormous nipples stood erect, demanding attention. With a graceful fluidity, she knelt, letting the ice-cold water cascade over her ample, smooth pussy, a silent invitation that I couldn’t resist. The initial shock of the icy water brought a shiver, followed by a delicious, involuntary moan. Her eyes, dark and knowing, met mine, a silent challenge that ignited a fire within me.

“Come take a drink,” she murmured, her voice husky and laced with a playful provocation.

I grinned, the heat of the day somehow intensifying the raw desire that pulsed through me. There was a primal joy in this shared experience, a feeling of complete abandon that transcended the physical. I flopped down in front of her, offering my hand for a drink. Looking at her, I felt a surge of gratitude for the incredible blessing of having such a captivating and sensual woman as my wife. She always pushed me to explore my own depths, challenging me to be more present, more passionate, more fully immersed in the present moment. The cold water streaming over her swollen, excited pussy was an irresistible invitation, a tangible manifestation of her unrestrained desire. It was a sensation that resonated deep within me, stirring a primal hunger that demanded to be fed.

I shoved my mouth against her hard and found her clit, a small but potent pleasure point that sent waves of anticipation through my body. Mary Beth moaned, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure, but lost her balance, giggling as she stumbled back, her legs unfolding on either side of me. Instinctively, I lifted her knees and pushed them towards her chest, opening her pussy fully. Taking a deep breath, I clamped my tongue out long and hard, biting down on her sensitive flesh, launching myself into a frenzied assault. It was a brutal, insistent act of devotion, a declaration of my unyielding desire.

Mary Beth whimpered sexily, her body beginning to shake as my pounding tongue relentlessly explored her depths. Within moments, her body was writhing, her muscles contracting and releasing in waves of pure ecstasy. I tasted her sweet, orgasmic nectar, a potent elixir that left me breathless and aching for more. Her thighs held my head firmly against her, providing a grounding force as I continued my assault, holding my tongue out long and hard, determined to extract every last drop of pleasure.

“Fuck me now. Please, fuck me,” she urged, her voice breathless and pleading.

I stood up, dripping sweat and pre-cum, my jeans clinging to my skin as they hit the damp picnic cloth. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I spread the liquid across the head and shaft, a testament to the mounting anticipation building within me. I could see Mary Beth’s hunger rising, her eyes wide with lustful anticipation. It was a scene of raw, unbridled desire, a primal dance of pleasure and passion.

Kneeling again, I rolled Mary Beth onto her hands and knees, then pressed my cock against her inner lips. Slowly, I pushed into her hot pussy, and she shook as the head opened her up. I tried to go slowly, but she wouldn’t settle for that. With pouty little grunts, she pushed back harder and faster, her body a living engine of pleasure, until I felt the unmistakable signal that I had reached her peak. I grabbed a handful of her long, soft, blonde hair, and she purred, a low, contented rumble that vibrated through my body.

“Yes, fuck me,” she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. “Do it.”

That was my cue. With a primal roar, I slammed into her pussy, unleashing a torrent of pent-up desire. She cried out again and again as I pounded, her tiny hand clutching at the cloth and ground. Her pussy was so hot and wet, but so was I, lost in a vortex of sensation. There was no way I could maintain that relentless pace in the heat, but I refused to yield. As I started to slow down, she begged me not to stop; I could tell she was on the edge, teetering on the precipice of oblivion. I needed something to distract her for a few minutes, to cool things down a little, to build the anticipation once more. Cool… things…

I reached into the cooler and grabbed a piece of ice. As if my only reason were to tease Mary Beth to a stronger release—and experience told me that the delay would have that effect—I ran the cube across her shoulders and down her spine to her hips. As it melted, I drew lazy circles on one ass cheek, then teased her rosebud with the cold wetness. The icy water dripped around our junction, and despite the heat between and around us, we both shivered. It was a moment of exquisite vulnerability, a shared experience that intensified the connection between us.

When the cube was gone, I grabbed one of the water bottles and took a long swig, replenishing my own reserves and savoring the cool liquid on my parched lips. Finally, I felt like I could continue, so I wrapped my arms around Mary Beth and rolled to my side, taking her with me. I lifted her upper leg over mine, then slid my chilled fingers over her pelvis and down to her clit. Mary Beth reached behind my head and pulled it to her neck, and I nibbled as I circled her hard little button and began to thrust into her hot wetness again, listening to her wanton groans. Gradually, I brought her back to the edge and pushed her over it.

Mary Beth’s pussy clutched at me, and her juices gushed and flowed. As she went limp, I stilled and propped on my elbow, letting her upper body loll. I couldn’t help but smile; she looked so relaxed and satiated, a testament to the power of our shared pleasure. Dropping a kiss on her cheek, I made to rise, but she stopped me.

Her eyes popped open. “More.”

I shook my head, amazed at her persistence. I knew she just wanted to make sure I came too, and I loved her all the more for it. Swinging around between her raised knees, I buried myself in her tightened pussy; it always felt incredible after an orgasm. She ran her nails over my chest, flicking my nipples now and then, which always sends tingles to my cock. The sun beat down on my back as I pushed her knees against her big breasts and fucked her for all I was worth. My cock wanted to explode, but I couldn't cum, though I was right on the brink. The heat was building, threatening to overwhelm me, but the thought of Mary Beth, her lustful gaze and demanding touch, spurred me on.

I straightened Mary Beth’s legs and crossed them in front of me, creating a gentle vise across her tender clit, in hope that the sounds of another orgasm for her would take me to the top. My pounding thrusts oscillated her thighs and outer lips, and the slippery movement did the job. She soon cried out in a strong, gushing orgasm, her body writhing in ecstasy. But still I couldn’t cum. I was exhausted, though, so I pulled my swollen, throbbing cock out of my wonderful wife and stood up. I’d just have to tough it out until the hay was cut and I could go home.

Mary Beth sat up on her knees and wrapped her soft hand around my cock. Her sweet nectar coating the shaft allowed her to smoothly stroke up and down, and her touch felt amazing. She stared into my eyes, a silent invitation that sent shivers down my spine. Keeping my gaze, she flattened her tongue, lay my cock on it, and started licking side-to-side across the sensitive underside. The visual and tactile stimulation had me shaking, and without warning, my cum blasted from my cock. She jerked back in surprise and a jet caught her in the nose and eye. But she maintained her grip and let the rest coat her beautiful face until I fell to my knees.

Mary Beth wiped her eye and smiled. “Nice shot,” she joked, and I couldn’t help but crack a worn-out smile. I didn’t know how I would force myself back into the cab of the tractor, but I wouldn’t have traded this experience for all the hay in the world.

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