(A) – This story contains a very brief mention of anal play.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
It was a cool, summer morning on a Saturday.
I typically wake up before my wife, as I’m more of a morning person than she is. I naturally woke up around 6am before my 7am weekend alarm went off. Waking up at 6 or 7am isn’t uncommon for me on the weekend. For me, it’s actually considered sleeping in, since on work days I need to be up a bit after 4am.
I consider cooking an art form that nourishes my artistic makeup, so I was excited to start our coffee and begin whipping up some onions, mushrooms, peppers, and garlic in a pan, before cracking a few eggs. I put the Everything Bagels in the toaster and pressed them down. Everything was timed perfectly. The egg mixture finished, the bagels popped up, and the coffee was done. I smeared some cream cheese on the bagels, sliced two tomatoes, and crafted two perfect breakfast sandwiches for my wife and myself, who was still sleeping. I brought her her breakfast and coffee and we ate.
There were no morning plans, and the weather forecast predicted a comfortably warm, sunny day with not a cloud in sight, so I decided to walk out onto the balcony nude.
I sat down on our patio furniture and propped my feet up on the small, knee high table. I crossed myself, and began praying while prostrating myself to the east like I’ve read in Daniel, and began my usual Our Father and reciting the Nicene Creed. Afterwards, I listened to the Bible In A Year devotional and meditated on it for a minute.
The sun was getting warmer by the minute and my body began to loosen up. I’m not old; I’m in my mid 30’s, and my wife is in her late 20’s, but I’ve begun to realize how beneficial and needed daily stretching is. A good habit to begin now, right? I also recently began following along with beginner pilates videos on YouTube, so I rolled out my mat and started. My wife was inside doing her morning routine. Occasionally, she joins me in my routine on the weekends.
The temperature was now about 26°C and I was already sweating, even before I started. Even though I’m decently fit, my body quaked a tad bit even with the beginner workouts, telling me I should probably do this more often, and the fried food and second beer at the pub last night could’ve been avoided.
As the workout ensued, a bead of sweat began running freely down my naked body. The paradoxical feeling of strain and relaxation was invigorating and euphoric, not to mention the excitement of being free and nude outside in the hot sun. To be honest, I was sort of feeling myself, not in an egotistical way, but in an auto-erotic way, appreciating the moment. Each stretch, each thrust, combined with the beautiful sensation of sun rays warming me to my core, made my cock began to swell as it hung freely; blood, now rushing all throughout my body. I wasn’t hard, just full as testosterone surged through me.
I took a break mid way through the workout and rubbed the sweat all over myself; off of my forehead, around on my chest, and down to my stomach as I made my way to my cock. I gave it a few nice pulls, in a sensual jelqing exercise. I rubbed and twisted my hand around the head of my cock and realized how sensitive the scenario had made me become. While stroking myself, my other hand made its way to my rear and I teased my asshole with my middle finger. (Authors note: my other stories include very explicit anal play). Ecstasy. In another ten minutes the workout was complete.
I finished, and being satisfied and now turned on, I got up, resumed my position on the patio chair and felt myself up a bit. From the base of my cock, I began jelqing myself to full mast. I grabbed my cock by the base with one hand, spit on my other, and began a light frenulum massage, then I took the hand that was at the base and began rubbing my balls, which were full of cum.
After a few minutes, I got up and walked into the living room where my wife was stretched out on the rug, checking her phone and writing in her journal.
“This was a brilliant way to start the weekend. I’m gonna do some solo post-workout pleasure,” I said with lust in my eye as I looked at her.
She looked at me, then at my fully hard cock.
“Oooh?” she cooed inquisitively, but she knew where my thoughts were. “Maybe I’ll join you, love.”
She went to the bedroom to get the coconut oil and one of her vibrators from her nightstand, then re-entered the living room as I was opening the sliding door to the patio.
“Outside?” she asked in wide-eyed shock.
I took a scoop of coconut oil and rubbed it all over my now throbbing cock.
“Yeah, why not?” I shrugged. “I’ve been naked out here for a while, and it’s a gorgeous day.”
“Will anyone see us?” she asked, raising her brow with concern.
“No, not if we stay on the patio,” I responded somewhat defensively.
She gave me a devilish look; the look that says, ‘I need to put you on a leash’ (which would fancy me, really). She murmured a hesitant, “Alright…” and followed me out into the morning light.
I returned to my chair with my legs spread so my balls had more than enough room to hang deep between my inner thighs. She joined me, sat back in her chair, and spread her legs wide open so they rested behind the arm rests. I looked over at her and begin delicately massaging my cock with slow, long strokes. With a sudden buzz, her vibrator sprung to life and she began teasing her outer labia, eventually making her way to her clit.
We closed our eyes, take deep inhales, then exhales as we basked in the glory of the sun.
I was already worked up, and my nerves were sensitive and overly aroused. It didn’t take her long to get to where I was at.
I heard the vibrator buzz against the wetness of her pussy as she went from one side of her clit to the other, occasionally entering it into her pussy for even more lube. I felt the sun kissing every inch of me; every inch that’s normally—and often unwillingly—confined to clothing.
We sat back, taking deep breaths, and closed our eyes as we both become more vocal in the pleasure we were both experiencing. By the sounds of her wetness, I could tell she was making circles around her clit, occasionally resting on it, provoking more and more arousal. I slowly stroked up and down, with a slight twist when I reached my head. Our bodies flexed and gyrated slowly in a graceful rhythm as we came closer and closer to climax.
“Ohh…uhhh…” she moaned under her breath. “Ohh. Oh, fuck.”
I let out a soft groan as well, both because I was feeling pure pleasure, and also for her to know I was enjoying this as much as she was.
“Uhh…uhh… I’m gonna cum!” she said.
“Mmm, that’s it,” I replied. “Cum. I want you to cum.”
“OH, FUCK! I’M CUMMING! FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” she softly exclaimed, aware that neighbors may have been about in their gardens next door. “Ah, ah, ahhhhh!”
Though by eyes stay closed, I could see in my mind those pussy spasms and twitches. I’ve experienced those more and more—a validation of a job well done on my part—and imagining them as I was about to reach my climax only sent me closer.
She continued to cum as I got closer and closer. I stood up while she was still in the moment, rubbing, pinching, and tweaking her nipple with her free hand, her mouth agape in an O shape. I faced her and began stroking myself faster, paying more attention to the ever-increasing sensitivity of my head.
“I’m gonna cum too! I’m g… I’m gonna cum all over your tits!” A second wave of orgasms hit her when she heard that.
“OH, FUCK! Yeah, cum on my tits! Cum on my tits!” she commanded. “I want you to cum on my tits! I’m about to cum again!”
I obliged, and moved my strokes further back on my cock as I begin to spray my load all over her chest.
“AHHH FUCK! Mmm, yeah…oh, that’s good. Mmm…” She continued moaning as rope after rope of cum splattered all over her chest.
Our breathing began to slow down. Our heads felt light. Our weekend has just begun.
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