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The next few days brought rain and hindered any time for Stephan’s escape for solitary pleasure. He became more and more antsy as the pressure built inside him. His desire for Becca, the fond memory of their one night together, and the thought that she possibly touched herself, all drove him mad with the need for release.
It didn’t help that she had also taken to touching him. It wasn’t anything overt, but she would touch his arm when they talked, brush against him here and there, and even nuzzle his cheek with her own when they hugged goodnight. He didn’t know what had brought about this change.
Had he not felt it improper, he would have found his way to her bed. The thought of ravishing her in the night set his both his mind and his body ablaze.
Becca was grateful for the rain, as it kept Stephan from the pool. Not that she didn’t want him to go there, but if her idea was to work, she would need him pent up with passion and hopefully willing to accept her daring boldness.
When Saturday morning dawned with warm sunshine, Becca thanked God and set her plan in motion. She took a bath, applied rose water cream to her skin, and added just a little touch of perfume. Then she dressed lightly and covered herself with a robe before heading down to see Stephan.
Feeling this was the moment, she feigned being tired and told Stephan that she might indulge in a lengthy nap. She further suggested he enjoy this beautiful day by taking out his steed, and was pleased when he acquiesced to her suggestion. Hoping to enthrall him further, she gave him a long embrace, moving her softness against him in a way she’d never done before.
His reaction was everything she’d hoped. He inhaled deeply through his nose and though he’d turned his lower half away, she was sure she’d felt the hardness of his tadger against her belly. The carnality of his response sent a tingle through her and when she felt dampness from her quim leak to her thighs, she darted abruptly upstairs.
She watched Stephan through the window, and as soon as he entered the barn, she stripped. She needed to hurry, but she couldn’t resist letting her hands roam for just a moment. Goosebumps sprang up on her breasts and her nipples grew hard under her fingertips, causing even more dew to leak from her quim. She dipped her fingers inside for just a moment, but there was no time to waste.
Quickly donning only a buttercup cotton robe with pintucking accents, button cups with lace trim, embroidered eyelets, and a soft, ruffled hem line, she slipped her feet into a pair of ankle boots and moved with purpose to the barn. She hurriedly readied her mare and when she mounted, the feeling of her naked quim on the saddle sent shivers through her body. Turning her in the direction of the pool, she set out in a trot.
Barely dressed while riding through the open field on the way to seduce her husband, Becca had never felt so aroused. Overwhelmed with excitement and what she could only describe as lust, she felt every footfall of her horse. The thin material of her robe rubbed against her breasts, and the saddle pounding on her quim worked her body into a frenzy. By the time she reached the small hill overlooking the stand of trees that stood before the pool, she was very near an orgasm.
Upon dismounting, Becca took unexpected delight in finding the saddle wet, but there was no time to tarry in it. Stepping quietly through the stand of spruce, she reached the edge and saw Stephan just where he had been before. Slipping her feet from her shoes, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves and padded across the grass to the waters edge. She untied her robe, and with a shaky voice, called Stephan’s name.
With a look of horror he turned toward her with his tadger in his hand. Becca lowered the robe from her shoulders and let it fall at her feet. Placing one foot, then the other into the water, she began to speak.
“Don’t be alarmed, Stephan, my love. We have the same secret, you and I. I have much to tell you, but for now, I just want you to have me.”
Stephan’s initial shock turned into burning desire as his naked wife stepped towards him in the pool. He had never seen her this way, and he had a thousand questions, but they all disappeared when she pressed her body against his. For several moments he basked in the feeling of her breasts against his chest and his tadger nestled into her skin. Then he felt her small hand seek space between them and held his breath as he only dared to hope at her purpose.
Becca was thrilled and nervous; thrilled because Stephan had not rejected her, and nervous because she really didn’t know what to do next. Seeing him erupt by his own hand sprang to mind, so she tentatively moved her hand between them in search of his tadger. His gasp when she made contact made her smile, and once she’d wrapped her fingers around it, she had to have a look.
Though she had seen it from a distance, its length and thickness were impressive up close. The angry-looking purple head glared at her, and it made her hand seem small. Clear, slippery liquid oozed out of the small hole at the end and covered her fingers as she rubbed it up and down.
Stephan moaned while his hips twitched with Becca’s ministrations. He could not believe what was happening. His private spot where he carried out the release of his pent up passions had not only been discovered by his wife, but now she was here, naked and stroking him. He called her name as the pleasure built within him and she looked up to capture his eyes with hers.
Without a word, she used her free hand to grasp his and move it to the center of the thick mat of hair between her legs. His breath caught and he almost erupted when he felt the slippery wetness of her quim. She moaned pleasurably when his fingers made contact, and she continued to guide them up and down. When they touched something hard at the top of her crevice, she cried aloud and suddenly braced both hands on his shoulders.
Taking the hint, he continued to move his fingers in just the same way while he watched her face. Enthralled at her reactions and sounds, his own erection was temporarily forgotten as Becca thrusted her hips in time with his fingers. Recognizing that she was moving closer and closer to her own release, Stephan worked hard to get her there.
Becca’s eyes were now half closed, and he had never heard anything so delightful as the noises she was making. Her hips seemed to lose control and she gripped his shoulders almost painfully before she suddenly cried out his name. It was then he recognized the scream he had heard.
Becca was in bliss. Her husband had just made her orgasm, and it was her most powerful one yet. She fought hard to stand and press herself against him, but the pleasure overwhelmed her and her knees gave way. With a splash, her bottom hit the cool sand of the pool, and she was at first shocked, but then found it hilarious.
Stephan bent to help her, but instead of rising back up, she pulled him down into the pool. In moments, they were both laughing hysterically. As it subsided, she slid into his arms and struggled to find the words to express how she felt in the moment. Stephan seemed to understand, kissed her lips, and smiled before rising once again to help her stand.
As he did, she found herself face to face with his tadger. It was still long and thick, and as she looked at it up close, a thought she’d never had crept into her mind. Without thinking any further, she opened her mouth and moved her head to take him inside.
Stephan was without words. Never in his dreams had he thought to find himself in such a place. But as he stood in his once-secret pool with his wife’s mouth on his tadger, he couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else. The feeling was exquisite and rivaled the memory of their one brief intercourse. Every nerve in his body was alive and his mouth hung open in helpless ecstasy.
Becca found herself surprisingly at home. His tadger was both hard and soft in her mouth, and she decided that she liked it. Stephan’s sounds indicated that he did too, and she rose to her knees to brace her hands on his hips. She instinctively moved her head up and down, enjoying the taste and feel of her mouth on his most intimate part.
Stephan very quickly found himself moving closer to release and felt he should tell her.
“Becca! Becca! I’m about to erupt!”
This thrilled her for reasons she couldn’t explain, and she didn’t stop. The memory of him emptying his tadger into the pool filled her mind, and his loud moan reached her ears as he filled her mouth.
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