It was one of those unseasonably warm days in late September that
make you recollect how great summer was and warn you that soon enough
this will all be over for a while. It was a Thursday, usually a slow day
at work and for some reason a day off for my wife. As I lay in bed
after shutting off the alarm I listened to the birds through the open
window and decided I just didn’t need to spend my day sitting in
meetings and chasing emails. This would be a day to play hooky and soak
up the last rays of summer sun.MARRIED WOMEN
I nudged Emily beside me, and she stirred and pulled the sheets tighter around her body. She always looks good in the morning, and I thought about waking her up and trying to persuade her to fool around—but she doesn’t get too many weekdays off, and she’s like a cat for sleeping. I put my arm over her and spooned myself against her back, hoping (well, a little) that my growing erection would be enough to get her attention. With my hand resting nearly on her breast, it was all I could do not to move my fingertips down onto her nipple and, with a few gentle flicks, wake her for some morning lovemaking. I stayed there for a while, feeling the warmth of her skin through her nightgown against my body and resisting all the temptations there—her nipple so near, the warm, inviting crevice at the convergence of her thighs and her buttocks. Sunlight from the window dappled her shoulder and her hair as it entered and then filled the room. Gently I took my hand away and rolled as softly as I could to the side of the bed. I stood and walked, my erection slowly subsiding, to the bathroom. I even thought about masturbating in the shower, but with my beautiful, tired Em just a few feet away, the idea somehow felt disloyal, and I made myself think of other things.DATING WEBSITE
There’s a tiny lake about forty miles from the town where we live, and on the south end of it there is a little sandy spot where we’ve gone for picnics and just to be alone. It’s usually pretty quiet, not crowded, although we’ve seldom had the place all to ourselves. On a couple of occasions we’ve even been able to go skinny dipping in the daytime and even make love on the shore. We’ve both found it pretty exciting, in part because of the chance of being caught. We know from the litter in the area where we park the car that the place must be a high school lovers’ lane at night, and usually the other people we find there are couples like us, with an occasional fisherman or someone launching or retrieving a canoe. Once we accidentally surprised an older couple in the throes of passion in a fiberglass canoe that had drifted a little closer to the shore than they had thought. The man was embarrassed and paddled away at outboard speed, but I’ll never forget the look on the woman’s face—she took her time putting on her flannel shirt, no bra, and she looked straight at us with a Mona Lisa smile. Just that look, completely content and completely open, had turned me on, and I think I could tell from Em’s breathing that she was kind of excited, too. We hadn’t stayed at the spot for very long afterward, and Em had surprised me by wanting to go down on me in the car on the trip back, something she had otherwise done—not that often, but each time a memorable occasion—only at night.
I nudged Emily beside me, and she stirred and pulled the sheets tighter around her body. She always looks good in the morning, and I thought about waking her up and trying to persuade her to fool around—but she doesn’t get too many weekdays off, and she’s like a cat for sleeping. I put my arm over her and spooned myself against her back, hoping (well, a little) that my growing erection would be enough to get her attention. With my hand resting nearly on her breast, it was all I could do not to move my fingertips down onto her nipple and, with a few gentle flicks, wake her for some morning lovemaking. I stayed there for a while, feeling the warmth of her skin through her nightgown against my body and resisting all the temptations there—her nipple so near, the warm, inviting crevice at the convergence of her thighs and her buttocks. Sunlight from the window dappled her shoulder and her hair as it entered and then filled the room. Gently I took my hand away and rolled as softly as I could to the side of the bed. I stood and walked, my erection slowly subsiding, to the bathroom. I even thought about masturbating in the shower, but with my beautiful, tired Em just a few feet away, the idea somehow felt disloyal, and I made myself think of other things.DATING WEBSITE
There’s a tiny lake about forty miles from the town where we live, and on the south end of it there is a little sandy spot where we’ve gone for picnics and just to be alone. It’s usually pretty quiet, not crowded, although we’ve seldom had the place all to ourselves. On a couple of occasions we’ve even been able to go skinny dipping in the daytime and even make love on the shore. We’ve both found it pretty exciting, in part because of the chance of being caught. We know from the litter in the area where we park the car that the place must be a high school lovers’ lane at night, and usually the other people we find there are couples like us, with an occasional fisherman or someone launching or retrieving a canoe. Once we accidentally surprised an older couple in the throes of passion in a fiberglass canoe that had drifted a little closer to the shore than they had thought. The man was embarrassed and paddled away at outboard speed, but I’ll never forget the look on the woman’s face—she took her time putting on her flannel shirt, no bra, and she looked straight at us with a Mona Lisa smile. Just that look, completely content and completely open, had turned me on, and I think I could tell from Em’s breathing that she was kind of excited, too. We hadn’t stayed at the spot for very long afterward, and Em had surprised me by wanting to go down on me in the car on the trip back, something she had otherwise done—not that often, but each time a memorable occasion—only at night.
