Whispers in the Woods After Dark

The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick and humid as Anne and Ron strolled through the woods behind Ron’s family’s property. It was nearly dusk, casting long, eerie shadows between the trees, and the scent of damp earth mingled with the sweet fragrance of pine needles. They’d been married for just over a year, and the six-week period of abstinence following their daughter’s birth still hung heavy in the air between them, a silent reminder of their delayed intimacy. Anne felt a familiar, insistent ache deep within her, a desperate need that had intensified over the past few months. The thought of Ron taking care of it filled her with both longing and a touch of shame, as if her desires were somehow naughty, a transgression against the good girl she’d always striven to be.

Ron, perceptive as always, noticed her discomfort. “Let’s go for a walk,” he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Anne didn’t argue, not entirely convinced that a simple stroll would alleviate her mounting tension, but it was better than nothing. Dressed in a simple blouse and shorts, she felt exposed, vulnerable, yet oddly invigorated by the cool evening air. Ron, on the other hand, wore only shorts, his body a stark contrast to her own modesty.

They reached a neat stack of freshly cut firewood, a rustic pile that seemed to amplify the intimacy of their situation. Ron immediately turned Anne to face him, his hand reaching out to envelop her in a warm, possessive hug. He pressed his hand against her lower back, just above her buttocks, and she instinctively returned the embrace, her own hand finding his waist, pulling him closer. It felt strangely risqué, like a secret shared between two lovers in a forbidden place.

Ron stepped back slightly, tugging at the buttons of her western-style shirt. With deliberate movements, he began to unfasten the snaps, pulling the blouse open to reveal the delicate lace of her nursing bra. He carefully freed the bra catches, and as it slipped from her shoulders, it landed softly beside her, joining her blouse on the ground. He paused, admiring the sight of her exposed breasts, swollen and tender from breastfeeding their daughter. A small, knowing smile played on his lips – an expression that always made Anne feel deliciously vulnerable.

Embarrassed by the blatant display of her body, Anne instinctively pulled him closer, seeking refuge in the warmth of his chest. The pressure of his bare skin against her back felt incredibly comforting, a primal connection that momentarily eclipsed her inhibitions. She realized, with a sudden jolt, that she'd just nursed their daughter, leaving her breasts fuller than usual. If she hadn’t done so, she might have squeezed milk out during the embrace, a thought that both amused and slightly horrified her.

Ron’s hands began to slide down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips before reaching the elastic waistband of her shorts. With a gentle persistence, he slipped his fingers beneath the band, pushing and pulling until the shorts fell to the ground, revealing her panties. Standing there in her underwear, her breasts bare and exposed, Anne felt a thrilling wave of heat creep up her spine. Being naked in front of Ron was working its magic, igniting a cascade of sensations that she hadn’t experienced in months. A single drop of milk clung to the tip of one of her breasts, a tangible sign of her arousal.

Ron caught her bottom, pulling her closer until she felt her pussy pressed against his erect manhood. The scent of his arousal filled the air, a potent mix of musk and desire. He pushed his hand further down, massaging her backside with a deliberate tenderness that sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, he began to pull the panties down, inch by inch, exposing her delicate flesh.

Anne could feel the cool breeze on her bare bottom as Ron continued his exploration. The sight of her cheeks, flushed with heat, made her feel both vulnerable and intensely desired. As the panties descended further, her feminine lips began to emerge, the delicate skin glistening in the fading light. Finally, the last few inches slid away, revealing her entire vulva, a perfect invitation to pleasure. Ron stepped back, his eyes tracing the contours of her body with an appreciative gaze. He seemed to relish her exposed state, savoring the moment of intimacy they had stolen from the world.

She’d been naked in front of Ron nearly every night for over a year, but this time felt different, more intense. Having him stand there, simply observing her, was a unique form of dominance that made her feel both exposed and cherished. She was acutely aware of the shaved skin around her vulva, which had been meticulously maintained since the birth of their daughter, now feeling even more vulnerable. A blush crept up her neck as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Ron stepped back up to her, sliding his hand down her side to gently caress her feminine lips. Anne murmured, “Yes,” her voice barely a whisper. The long period of dryness had taken its toll, and she craved the sensation of being touched, of being desired. Ron’s face broke into a broad, genuine smile as he noticed her longing. He let his finger slide down from her clitoris, gently coating it with a generous amount of lubricant before drawing it back up, leaving behind a tantalizing trail.

As he repeated this movement, Anne began to push her pussy forward, hoping to increase the pressure and heighten his pleasure. She felt a building tension, a desperate need to release the pent-up desire that had consumed her for so long. Then, she felt it – the unmistakable sensation of approaching climax. She squeezed her thighs together, letting out a groan of pure pleasure as she finally came. The contractions were intense, almost overwhelming, but she clung to Ron, using his body as a shield against the world. The feeling was exquisite – unbelievably, wonderfully exquisite.

Suddenly, Anne felt a wave of milk let down, both breasts overflowing with creamy liquid. Her legs went limp as she leaned into Ron, seeking his support. The afterglow of orgasm washed over her, leaving her feeling relaxed and deeply satisfied. She nestled against Ron, enjoying the warmth of his body, lost in the shared pleasure they had just experienced.

Ron’s erection remained erect, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. He seemed to sense her vulnerability, offering a comforting presence that eased her post-orgasmic sensations. He gently stroked her hair, whispering words of affection as he guided her back to sleep. The feel of his hard body against hers reminded her that they had both endured a period of barrenness, just as her pussy had. She may not be able to give him all the gifts marital sex offered, but she could certainly enjoy the delight in giving him one.

Unbuttoning and unzipping Ron’s shorts, she watched as they fell to the ground. Then, she reached for his jockstrap, pulling it down until his manhood popped out. Turning Ron around to face her, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, one hand resting on his chest, pressing her bare nipples against his back, and the other clutching his erection. She was leaking milk on his back and down her front, but neither of them cared.

Tightening her grip slightly, she stroked him as if he were an extension of herself. After the sexual dry season and enjoying her orgasm, he was ready – more than ready. He began making a low, rumbling noise, like a contented purr. Then, with a sudden intake of breath, he began to ejaculate. Anne was glad he had his back to her or he would have shot cum all over both of them.

After she had drained him, Ron turned around for one last hug before they went back to bed. They were both soaked with milk, and would definitely need showers before bedtime, but it had been worth every second. As they walked back, they both thought about the privilege of marriage they could look forward to in another month. Now, they could finally share the full spectrum of intimacy they had been missing.

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