He stopped and took her other hand. “I loved it.” Staring over her shoulder at the woods, he added, “It felt primordial.”
“Did it ever,” she giggled. They continued their stroll, swinging their clasped hands.
They went to bed early that night, not due to being tired, but to cuddle and talk. It was something they’d loved to do during the first year of their marriage. Somewhere along the way they had slipped out of the habit.
Laughter filled the room as they went over the challenge. It had been fun, if a bit nerve-wracking at times. Jennifer was content, snuggling against Tony’s chest. It was if they’d turned back the clock in their relationship, when it had been more exciting and filled with unknowns.
Tony played with her fingers, sending delightful shivers up her arm.
“Do...you think we should stop?”
She stared into space. Should they? No telling what Liz and Rob had up their sleeves next.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Part of me wants to stop, but part wants to continue.”
“I feel the same way.” Tony propped up on elbow, facing her. “Still, we shouldn’t need their games.”
She blushed.
He caressed her cheek. “You’re not feeling embarrassed about this?”
“No.” She sighed. “Just some guilt. I let it happen...this demi-death of desire.”
Tony’s face screwed up, but then he couldn’t hold in the laughter. She’d been melodramatic on purpose, knowing that he loved it. But somewhere in her statement, there was a firm truth. He kissed her and pulled her back into his embrace, then changed the subject.
Long after he was asleep, Jennifer worried over her actions. Had she effectively changed the subject by injecting humor, or had she been too ashamed to face her own responsibility in this. Perhaps Tony knew her better than she knew herself. Being embarrassed of one’s actions and feeling shame were twins in disguise.
Jennifer fell into a restless sleep, only sure of one thing –she did want to continue.
Chapter Eight
The rest of the week went by quickly. They made sure neither one had obligations the coming weekend. Jennifer looked forward with anticipation to the new experience and could tell Tony did too. After Liz’s call, she wasn’t too sure. The challenge had definitely increased in exhibitionist level.
When Tony came in that evening, he asked right way, “Hear from Liz?”
She nodded and twirled a piece of hair. “We’re to go to the lake nearby and do it in the water.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad.” He shrugged.
“Yes, but we can’t go at night, and it must be at the swimming area.”
“Oh.” He unbuttoned his shirt, a thoughtful look on his face. “I’m game, if you are?”
* * *
How he chuckled inwardly at the stunned expression on her face. Jennifer thought she knew him so well and could anticipate his every move. But lately, he’d surprised himself. He had done things he wouldn’t have thought he would, and he’d felt things that had been buried beneath responsibilities and work.
The fire had rekindled between them and he was enjoying every minute of it. He gazed at Jennifer as she looked back at him. He loved her so much and was determined to show her just how much.
* * *
She stared at him, surprised. He was into this challenge thing much more than she thought. Could she do it? Still, she answered, “Sure.”
“Did Liz say anything about Sunday?”
“No. Said she’d call Saturday night.” She fiddled with a unicorn statue on the coffee table.
“Mystery, ah?”
“I got the feeling she thought it’d spook us.” She glanced up at him. Tony’s expression was curious.
“Hmmm, sounds intriguing,” he grinned.
She swallowed and tried to put her fear of the unknown in the back of her mind.
* * *
The next two days passed by too swiftly and Jennifer became more anxious as each day flew by. Saturday, they prepared for their adventure quietly.
“Got the suntan lotion?”
“Yes,” Tony chuckled. “That’s only the third time you’ve asked me.”
The drive was short and she felt like she was on her first date. Her heart pounded and her palms were sweaty. Luckily, they found an unclaimed spot with an umbrella, and set their things out, under the shade.
While spreading their towels, Tony said, “Why don’t we tan a bit, and then when we get too hot, we’ll cool off in the water.”
She gave him a half-hearted smile, glad for the reprieve. Going into the water to cool off was but a rouse and more than a tad ironic. Cooling off would be the furthest thing on their minds.
After an hour, Jennifer wanted to plunge into the water. She stared at it, desiring it, but not wanting the consequences of that desire. She sighed. That wasn’t honest, there was a part of her that wanted to ram onto her husband’s staff in front of everybody. She blushed, disturbed by her dark desires. But that was only a tiny part of her. The bigger part of her libido was controlled by her common sense, the part that made her hesitate approaching the inviting water.
Tony stood up minutes later. “I’m ready for a swim.”
It was as if he’d read her mind. Biting her bottom lip, she followed him into the lake. At least this end of the marked area was relatively free of people. Tony did several laps, from one buoy to the other, then returned to her side. Jennifer was not a good swimmer and stayed in chest high water.
The liquid glided across her skin—cool, silky, and refreshing. Her senses were heightened, ready for pleasure. This was a startling realization, when but moments before her stomach had quivered with anxiety.
Swimming closer, she leaned for a kiss. Tony grasped her arms, holding her back.
“No. I think we need to look like we’re not intent on getting frisky.” His eyes flicked to the multitude of children who gathered in the shallow water. “In spite of the fact that I’m getting hard at the thought of what we’re about to do...I don’t want to ruin any young minds.”
Jennifer nodded, a flush of embarrassment running through her at the idea of kids seeing them. “Should we call this off?”
Tony stared at the shore. “I’ve got an idea. Wait here.”
He swam, then strode toward the man-made beach, and picked up the float he’d inflated earlier. Frowning, not sure at all what he had in mind, she waited.
Once reaching her side, he stepped past her, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the deeper water. Clutching one side of the float, she kicked with her feet to keep up. Tony stopped when the water reached his neck, well over her head now. “You know I don’t like deep water.”
He grinned and grasped her waist, and then turned her so she was halfway plopped over the mid section of the float. “Then hold on,” he whispered in her ear.
His body nudged hers and then fingers slid her bikini to the side. “What?”
“Shhh, keep your voice down, baby,” he chuckled, adjusting his body.
Jennifer held her breath as she felt him slip between her moist lower lips. Slowly, he eased in and she gripped the plastic harder, then glanced around carefully.
Children were screaming and splashing, not paying any attention to the two adults with a float. Several teenagers giggled and flirted in the deep end, but in the far side of the area. They focused only on each other.
While she looked around, Tony had slid all the way inside. It was wonderful. A snug fit. He moved ever so gently, so the water barely stirred around them. The soft lap of the cool water against their hot, joined flesh, was exquisite.
“I’ve missed this,” he said hoarsely in her ear.
“Me tooo.” Her last word lengthened into a moan.
Tony chuckled and rubbed his face into her hair. “Lower.”
At first she thought he was making some kind of directive order, but then realized he meant her moan was too loud. Blushing, she stopped the movement of her hips and peere
d around. The teenagers were looking at them, but then seeing nothing interesting, went back to their flirtations.
One of Tony’s hands stayed on her hip, stabilizing their water dance, the other glided up her body, slipping beneath her top. Jennifer’s breath hitched and she bit her lower lip as another moan threatened to erupt.
Although the cool water enveloped her, Jennifer felt scorching hot. Only one thing could ease the torment setting her blood on fire. She slid down on his length, encasing him with her inner heat. She whimpered.
Those long fingers rolled her nipple, eliciting sharp stabs of excitement. The tingles traveled downward, making her stomach quiver, then her thighs. The area between her lower lips was aching and hot.
Mindless with desire, she shoved back onto his rigid flesh, panting and gripping the float with her hands. “Oh.” Her groan was low, a tortured plea for release.
“Yes,” Tony responded with a muttered moan. Plunging into her with one long stroke, he waited several agonizing seconds before continuing.
“Please,” she whimpered, wiggling her butt.
Jennifer closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of his hard length ramming into her with possessive force. Oh, yes, he wanted her, as much as she desired him.
“You want it, baby?” Tony’s voice was hoarse, an embodiment of his lust.
Chapter Nine
“Yes,” she panted, pushing backward.
“How much?” He’d leaned forward, whispering in her ear. His fingers continued their torture upon her tight nipple, while his rock hard flesh filled her completely.
“Too much.” Jennifer could barely get the words out.
His mouth found her ear and he stabbed at it with his wet tongue, while his rigid length sank into her inner walls.
“Argh.” She gurgled, trying to suppress the scream building in her. Her lower body spasmed and she shoved her breast into his hand, her hips rotating wildly. Water splashed around them as Tony plunged into her over and over.
She felt his orgasm hitting her sensitive flesh and convulsed around his staff. The scream wouldn’t hold back and shot from her mouth. Loud and lusty.
Jennifer was shocked when Tony started pulling her beneath the water. Taking a quick, startled breath, her hands still gripped the float. Not sure what he was doing, and past caring, she was overcome by the orgasm that held her in its grasp. Her body shuddered as he pumped his fluid into her. A few more strokes and she reached for air, plunging upward.
Gasping, she half-flopped on the plastic. Blinking water from her eyes, she saw people glancing their way, but there was no real interest.
Tony positioned himself beside her. “It was the only thing I could think of,” he said, then grinned. “They thought we were playing.”
“Water games,” she nodded, then coughed into her hand as giggles hit her. She felt light-headed and so happy. She swiped at the water beading her lashes. “It was a surprise...but it was also very.”
“Exciting,” he interrupted.
She glanced into his dark eyes. “Yes, and different.”
“Good different or bad?”
She knew he was teasing. “Very good.” She ran her fingers over his hand listlessly. “I’m pooped.”
“What, no repeat?”
She splashed water in his face. He was teasing again, but then a sideways look at his expression, she wandered. There was a quirk about his sexy lips but his eyes still smoldered.
“Want to sunbathe?” Tony asked after she didn’t respond.
“Yes.” She sighed contentedly as they headed back to the beach.
The rest of the day was pleasant, with a picnic beneath the large, shady umbrella, more swimming and tanning. But nothing could compare to their water sex, and the glances they kept giving each other, only confirming they felt the same way.
It was as if they were young and in love again.
That evening, they waited with anticipation for Liz’s call. After Jennifer hung up the phone, she licked her lips and looked at her husband. Her stomach crawled, a little with nerves, but mostly with desire.
“What? Can it be that bad?” Tony walked over and rubbed her arm.
“No.” Jennifer swallowed hard. “It could be that good, or bad in the sense of wicked.” At his insistent stare, she said, “We have to go to a theater and you know...” Her voice trailed off, just thinking about what Liz described made her hot.
“A theater?” Tony shook his head. “That’s pushing it a bit far – all those people.”
“We can, um, go when it’s less populated.” She stared at the wall. “I wonder if we could find one without people?”
“Not likely.” Tony frowned. “Besides, making love in a theater seat-that’d be pretty awkward, and I’m sure would not go unnoticed.”
“It could be oral sex.” Her eyes came up to his face. They both knew it’d be easier for her to go down on him than the other way around. Tony’s eyes darkened and his pants bulged in front.
“I take it you like the idea.” She couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“What man wouldn’t?”
“Sunday is less crowded. You want me to call the theater?”
He nodded. “Pick a less popular movie.”
After she got off the phone with a list, they chose a small budget movie that’d received poor reviews, and was at the end of its run at the theater. They also chose the last show, hoping most people would be at home getting ready for work the next day.
* * *
Taking a deep breath of relief, Jennifer was happy to see a light scattering of people once they entered the lobby. The teenagers working the food and ticket stands looked bored.
Once they stepped into the chosen theater, she was quite pleased they were the only patrons. Maybe luck was with them. They crunched on popcorn, watched the advertisements, and waited.
When the room darkened and the previews started, Jennifer’s heart thudded. Tony’s hand slipped to her thigh and she kneaded his leg. Their foreplay started with a light flirtation of their fingers along flesh.
Jennifer’s hand stalled on her husband’s zipper when a noisy couple suddenly entered the theater. They giggled and it took them long seconds before they found a seat.
“No problem, they’re sitting down front.”
She patted his leg, glad he’d insisted they sit on the last row. As if by mutual consent, they went back to watching the previews. But when the movie started and no one else appeared, she felt the slide of Tony’s hand on her bare thigh. She’d worn a short skirt. No reason why she couldn’t enjoy a little foreplay, even if he was the main treat.
Jennifer’s hand slid across Tony’s thigh, and she unzipped him while watching the movie. Or at least pretended to. He shifted his hips as she worked his firm member through the opening. In seconds it filled her hand –hard and excited. She pumped it up and down a few times.
“Yes, that feels nice.”
Nice. That was all he could come up with? Tony moaned and shoved his cock into her fisted hand. That felt fucking great, but he knew Jennifer didn’t care for vulgar words. Nice would have to do.
Glancing at the couple down front and seeing the coast was clear, Jennifer bent over. Her tongue flicked the hard length, and then she slipped her mouth around the tip. She was gratified by his sharp intake of air. Sliding down, she took all of him in her mouth.
Her head moved up and down rhythmically. The rush of warmth that spread through her blood was delicious. Tony’s hand ran through her hair, gripping and then stroking.
“Mmm, you taste good,” she whispered and sucked harder.
He moaned, and then his hand glided over her back and slipped between her thighs. Jennifer gasped as his fingers pressed against her mons. She was hot and moist, and ached for his touch.
When one finger slid under her panties and caressed her there, she whimpered. Her speed upon his staff increased as his finger worked magic upon her sensitive flesh. She was close to coming, as she knew he was.
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p; A sudden noise made her jerk up and turn. A woman was at the end of the row, fumbling toward them in the dark. Jennifer grabbed her sweater and spread it over Tony’s lap.
* * *
The pressure had been building in his cock as he had shoved his flesh deeper into her mouth. Then, zap, that woman had disturbed them. His dick twitched beneath Jennifer’s sweater while frustration shot through him. He felt like cursing a string of oaths at the woman, but held it in.
While his wife spoke with the woman, he relived the last few minutes in his mind, and his cock became rock hard once again. Jennifer’s tongue had seemed filled with magic tonight, stroking him until his guts knotted. She’d sucked him hard and deep, not gagging as she sometimes did.
When he had slid his fingers beneath her panties, he’d found her as hot as he felt. The blood in his cock throbbed as he caressed between her folds, making her groan.
The woman’s words penetrated his sexual haze and he straightened in the seat. Good, she was leaving.
Chapter Ten
“Excuse me,” the thirty something woman whispered, as she reached them. “I’m looking for my keys.” Glancing at them, then away, she searched the seats near them.
Frustrated to the core, Jennifer looked around her and Tony’s feet. “Nothing here.”
“Darn.” The woman straightened and stared at the screen. “Terrible movie. I was bored to tears.” Her eyes swung back to them and she grinned. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it more than I did.” With that statement, she turned and left.
“Do you think she saw anything?” That thought made her feel queasy.
“I doubt it, and frankly my dear –I don’t care.”
She giggled. “What do you want to do now?”
“Go home.” Tony stood up quickly, grabbed her hand and headed towards the aisle.
Jennifer was kind of disappointed they hadn’t continued, she was enjoying the feel and taste of him. But she understood. Neither did she wish to be caught again.
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