Wild Hearts, Naked Secrets

My husband and I have been married for almost twenty years now, and have come (no pun intended) a long way in our love life. We got married with very little experience and were at first shy to experiment with each other and try new things. This is the story of being inspired by nature and when we first had sex outdoors, which is now one of our favorite things to do. We’re a little more careful about making sure we aren’t seen nowadays, though. I hope you enjoy!

My skin was glistening with sweat, glossy with the effort of hot, sticky, constant movement. The humidity hung heavy in the air, clinging to my skin like a second layer. It was 102 degrees, far too early in the year for such oppressive heat, and we’d both been anticipating a break from the relentless summer sun. We'd decided to brave the zoo, seeking refuge from the stifling confines of our air-conditioned home. The thought of spending the day indoors, battling boredom and monotony, was simply unbearable.

The zoo was a chaotic symphony of sounds – the screeching of monkeys, the roar of lions, the excited chatter of children. But today, it felt strangely empty, devoid of the usual throngs of tourists and screaming toddlers. Senior citizens, clutching binoculars, wandered past the bird exhibits, while a gaggle of elementary school students, fueled by sugar and adrenaline, charged towards the grizzly enclosure. We were lingering, lost in our own little world, a rare day off for the both of us, a welcome escape from the demands of daily life. Now, feeling the perspiration sliding between my breasts, I wondered if we’d made a mistake. Wouldn’t it have been better to stay home, strip down to our underwear, and sit in front of the fan? No such luck.

“Cajolie, look,” my husband said, his voice a low rumble against my ear. He was standing beneath a massive rock archway, the kind that served as a makeshift shelter for various animal exhibits. Pointing towards the orangutan paddock, he gestured with a languid hand. The heat radiating off his skin was palpable, a silent invitation to seek relief in the shade. I joined him, leaning against the cool stone, grateful for the brief respite from the oppressive heat. The feel of his hand resting lightly on my arm was a subtle, electrifying sensation. Even after six years of marriage, I still found it enjoyable, even sensual, just to admire his body. He told me the same about mine.

Because of the heat, the zoo was nearly deserted – no pun intended. The usual chaos was replaced by an eerie quiet, a sense of isolation that somehow amplified the primal energy of the animals. Instead of hundreds of moms chasing hundreds of toddlers in circles, their overloaded and squeaky strollers ricketing in front of them, there were just a handful of senior citizens watching the bird exhibits and a cavalcade of elementary students sprinting toward the grizzly enclosure. We were dawdling, a rare day off for the both of us, and we’d decided to get out of the house. Now, feeling the perspiration sliding between my breasts, I wondered what we’d been thinking. Wouldn’t it have been better to stay at home, strip down to our underwear and sit in front of the fan? No such luck here.

“Cajolie, look,” my husband said, his voice a low rumble against my ear. He was standing beneath a massive rock archway, the kind that served as a makeshift shelter for various animal exhibits. Pointing towards the orangutan paddock, he gestured with a languid hand. The heat radiating off his skin was palpable, a silent invitation to seek relief in the shade. I joined him, leaning against the cool stone, grateful for the brief respite from the oppressive heat. The feel of his hand resting lightly on my arm was a subtle, electrifying sensation. Even after six years of marriage, I still found it enjoyable, even sensual, just to admire his body. He told me the same about mine.

“What am I looking at?” I asked quietly, trying to maintain a respectful distance from the animals. I didn’t want to startle them.

He pointed again at the back of a huge orangutan, its back pressed against the glass of its enclosure. The animal was massive, its powerful muscles rippling beneath its thick fur.

“I don’t understand,” I said, my breath catching in my throat.

“Look over here,” he said, gently guiding me slightly to the side. The feel of his hand on my arm was warm, firm, and undeniably sensual. It sent shivers down my spine. Also damp. I hate sweating.

“Oh!” I said, then covered my mouth with my hand. “Are they…?”

He grinned. “They definitely are,” he said, smirking.

In front of the big orangutan was a smaller one, leaning forward with its rear exposed, directly facing the larger primate. The larger one was casually and rhythmically thrusting his ape penis into the smaller one’s no doubt well-used ape vagina. The scene was both shocking and strangely arousing. The female was nonchalantly eating a banana as if nothing were happening, oblivious to the primal display unfolding before her.

I couldn’t help but laugh. The sight was absurd, almost comical. The sheer audacity of it all, the uninhibited display of animal lust, was both repulsive and strangely captivating.

“You’re kind of weird,” I said to my husband as I leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. My hip brushed against his groin and he shifted uncomfortably. He seemed embarrassed by the attention he was receiving from the animals.

“Wait,” I said. I looked through the rock archway on either side and, seeing no one, gently touched his pants with my hand. “Oh my goodness,” I said. “Are you getting aroused watching those orangutans go at it?”

He pulled away and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “No, don’t be silly,” he said. He backed up a step. I turned and looked at the apes again. I wondered how often this kind of thing happened, just casually sitting out in the green grass, in view of any number of humans, just going at it without a care in the world.

“You totally are,” I said. “You’re hard from watching them.”

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be sweating more and more. The heat was becoming unbearable, and the air hung thick with anticipation.

“You’re hard from watching him hump that lady orangutan in public.” I could feel myself sweating a little more too. By now there was an undeniable bulge in the crotch of his shorts that I was all too familiar with.

“Do you…enjoy sex in public?” I asked. I slowly stepped toward him; he backed up until his back hit the wall of the archway. A passerby would certainly still see him and his bulge, even though we were in shadow.

“Um…” he said. We’d never had sex in public before, never ever talked about it. The closest we’d come was a very occasional handjob in the car on long road trips to break up the monotony.

I was up close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, my chest just grazing his midsection. I looked up at him and smiled as I gently grasped the tip of his penis through his shorts. The feel of his skin against my fingers was electrifying. The animalistic display had ignited something within me, a primal urge that I hadn't realized was still lurking beneath the surface.

“Hey,” he said. “People, um, people could see us.”

“People can see the orangutans. They don’t seem to mind.” I squeezed the tip and felt it give that familiar throb. I felt myself getting wet with more than sweat. I’d show her how to enjoy her mate.

I reached down and unzipped his fly. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to tug his stiff fellow through the slit in his boxers and out his shorts. It looked kind of funny there, six or seven inches of cock protruding, ball-less, from navy blue cargo shorts.

“Cajolie,” he said nervously as I slowly rubbed against him. The sweat was really pouring now.

“Tell me,” I said. “Should I kneel down?” I lowered myself slowly to eye-level with it and gave it a few kisses, then opened my lips and brought in just the head for a quick hello. “Or,” I said as I stood back up, “would you like me like he likes his?” I turned and looked at the apes again. I wondered how often this kind of thing happened, just casually sitting out in the green grass, in view of any number of humans, just going at it without a care in the world.

“You’re kind of weird,” I said. “You’re hard from watching them.”

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be sweating more and more.

“You’re hard from watching him hump that lady orangutan in public.” I could feel myself sweating a little more too. By now there was an undeniable bulge in the crotch of his shorts that I was all too familiar with.

“Do you…enjoy sex in public?” I asked. I slowly stepped toward him; he backed up until his back hit the wall of the archway. A passerby would certainly still see him and his bulge, even though we were in shadow.

“Um…” he said. We’d never had sex in public before, never ever talked about it. The closest we’d come was a very occasional handjob in the car on long road trips to break up the monotony.

I was up close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, my chest just grazing his midsection. I looked up at him and smiled as I gently grasped the tip of his penis through his shorts. The feel of his skin against my fingers was electrifying. The animalistic display had ignited something within me, a primal urge that I hadn’t realized was still lurking beneath the surface.

“Hey,” he said. “People, um, people could see us.”

“People can see the orangutans. They don’t seem to mind.” I squeezed the tip and felt it give that familiar throb. I felt myself getting wet with more than sweat. I’d show her how to enjoy her mate.

I reached down and unzipped his fly. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to tug his stiff fellow through the slit in his boxers and out his shorts. It looked kind of funny there, six or seven inches of cock protruding, ball-less, from navy blue cargo shorts.

“Cajolie,” he said nervously as I slowly rubbed against him. The sweat was really pouring now.

“Tell me,” I said. “Should I kneel down?” I lowered myself slowly to eye-level with it and gave it a few kisses, then opened my lips and brought in just the head for a quick hello. “Or,” I said as I stood back up, “would you like me like he likes his?” I turned and looked at the apes again. I wondered how often this kind of thing happened, just casually sitting out in the green grass, in view of any number of humans, just going at it without a care in the world.

“You’re kind of weird,” I said. “You’re hard from watching them.”

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be sweating more and more.

“You’re hard from watching him hump that lady orangutan in public.” I could feel myself sweating a little more too. By now there was an undeniable bulge in the crotch of his shorts that I was all too familiar with.

“Do you…enjoy sex in public?” I asked. I slowly stepped toward him; he backed up until his back hit the wall of the archway. A passerby would certainly still see him and his bulge, even though we were in shadow.

“Um…” he said. We’d never had sex in public before, never ever talked about it. The closest we’d come was a very occasional handjob in the car on long road trips to break up the monotony.

I was up close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, my chest just grazing his midsection. I looked up at him and smiled as I gently grasped the tip of his penis through his shorts. The feel of his skin against my fingers was electrifying. The animalistic display had ignited something within me, a primal urge that I hadn’t realized was still lurking beneath the surface.

“Hey,” he said. “People, um, people could see us.”

“People can see the orangutans. They don’t seem to mind.” I squeezed the tip and felt it give that familiar throb. I felt myself getting wet with more than sweat. I’d show her how to enjoy her mate.

I reached down and unzipped his fly. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to tug his stiff fellow through the slit in his boxers and out his shorts. It looked kind of funny there, six or seven inches of cock protruding, ball-less, from navy blue cargo shorts.

“Cajolie,” he said nervously as I slowly rubbed against him. The sweat was really pouring now.

“Tell me,” I said. “Should I kneel down?” I lowered myself slowly to eye-level with it and gave it a few kisses, then opened my lips and brought in just the head for a quick hello. “Or,” I said as I stood back up, “would you like me like he likes his?” I turned and looked at the apes again. I wondered how often this kind of thing happened, just casually sitting out in the green grass, in view of any number of humans, just going at it without a care in the world.

“You’re kind of weird,” I said. “You’re hard from watching them.”

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be sweating more and more.

“You’re hard from watching him hump that lady orangutan in public.” I could feel myself sweating a little more too. By now there was an undeniable bulge in the crotch of his shorts that I was all too familiar with.

“Do you…enjoy sex in public?” I asked. I slowly stepped toward him; he backed up until his back hit the wall of the archway. A passerby would certainly still see him and his bulge, even though we were in shadow.

“Um…” he said. We’d never had sex in public before, never ever talked about it. The closest we’d come was a very occasional handjob in the car on long road trips to break up the monotony.

I was up close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, my chest just grazing his midsection. I looked up at him and smiled as I gently grasped the tip of his penis through his shorts. The feel of his skin against my fingers was electrifying. The animalistic display had ignited something within me, a primal urge that I hadn’t realized was still lurking beneath the surface.

“Hey,” he said. “People, um, people could see us.”

“People can see the orangutans. They don’t seem to mind.” I squeezed the tip and felt it give that familiar throb. I felt myself getting wet with more than sweat. I’d show her how to enjoy her mate.

I reached down and unzipped his fly. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to tug his stiff fellow through the slit in his boxers and out his shorts. It looked kind of funny there, six or seven inches of cock protruding, ball-less, from navy blue cargo shorts.

“Cajolie,” he said nervously as I slowly rubbed against him. The sweat was really pouring now.

“Tell me,” I said. “Should I kneel down?” I lowered myself slowly to eye-level with it and gave it a few kisses, then opened my lips and brought in just the head for a quick hello. “Or,” I said as I stood back up, “would you like me like he likes his?” I turned and looked at the apes again. I wondered how often this kind of thing happened, just casually sitting out in the green grass, in view of any number of humans, just going at it without a care in the world.

“You’re kind of weird,” I said. “You’re hard from watching them.”

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be sweating more and more.

“You’re hard from watching him hump that lady orangutan in public.” I could feel myself sweating a little more too. By now there was an undeniable bulge in the crotch of his shorts that I was all too familiar with.

“Do you…enjoy sex in public?” I asked. I slowly stepped toward him; he backed up until his back hit the wall of the archway. A passerby would certainly still see him and his bulge, even though we were in shadow.

“Um…” he said. We’d never had sex in public before, never ever talked about it. The closest we’d come was a very occasional handjob in the car on long road trips to break up the monotony.

I was up close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, my chest just grazing his midsection. I looked up at him and smiled as I gently grasped the tip of his penis through his shorts. The feel of his skin against my fingers was electrifying. The animalistic display had ignited something within me, a primal urge that I hadn’t realized was still lurking beneath the surface.

“Hey,” he said. “People, um, people could see us.”

“People can see the orangutans. They don’t seem to mind.” I squeezed the tip and felt it give that familiar throb. I felt myself getting wet with more than sweat. I’d show her how to enjoy her mate.

I reached down and unzipped his fly. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to tug his stiff fellow through the slit in his boxers and out his shorts. It looked kind of funny there, six or seven inches of cock protruding, ball-less, from navy blue cargo shorts.

“Cajolie,” he said nervously as I slowly rubbed against him. The sweat was really pouring now.

“Tell me,” I said. “Should I kneel down?” I lowered myself slowly to eye-level with it and gave it a few kisses, then opened my lips and brought in just the head for a quick hello. “Or,” I said as I stood back up, “would you like me like he likes his?” I turned and looked at the apes again. I wondered how often this kind of thing happened, just casually sitting out in the green grass, in view of any number of humans, just going at it without a care in the world.

“You’re kind of weird,” I said. “You’re hard from watching them.”

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be sweating more and more.

“You’re hard from watching him hump that lady orangutan in public.” I could feel myself sweating a little more too. By now there was an undeniable bulge in the crotch of his shorts that I was all too familiar

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