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Hot Marriage – Getting Wet on a Rainy Day

Hot Marriage – It may have been the sound of the early morning rain cascading down onto the roof above, or the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, or the comfort of the bed still warm from the passionate love making my husband and I had made all night that lulled me back from a startled awakening into a deliciously decadent dreamy sleep. I am thankful for the hot marriage God has given us. I know our hot marriage is a gift, but it is also our responsibility to keep it that way.

The day was extremely hot and muggy. We were all set to go to our favorite picnic spot at the lake, but the grey skies overhead warned of an impending storm.  Still my husband decided there was a chance that the skies would clear and the day would turn out fine.  I was glad he had changed his mind and that we would be going; I had just finished making up and putting on a new string bikini, which I had purchased with him in mind, that had a special surprise.  I put on one of his extra-large t-shirts and we headed out the door.

On our way up to the lake we drove through a few downpours, but we held out hope that things would be better up in the mountains.  I was really excited about my husband seeing me in this new bikini; when it is dry, the fabric is opaque, but when it is wet, the fabric becomes sheer almost to the point of becoming transparent.  I figured after a dip in the lake he would be very taken with what he saw and would probably want to” show his appreciation” when we got home that evening.

As we were driving through one of the downpours, the moist air and the bikini were making me very excited. To my surprise, my husband took his hand and caressed my tit over the t-shirt. Then he pulled the t-shirt up my legs to get an early peek at my string bikini.

“Rub your pussy,” he said. I  started caressing my woman spot, while he continued to caressing my tits.

“I want to taste your fingers” he said. I took my fingers and put them in his mouth.

“I want you to rub your pussy juices on my nose. I want to be intoxicated with your scent all day.” I did what he asked me to do. Wow. We have a hot marriage! I was so turned on.

When we arrived at the lake, we were virtually alone.  It appeared that the threat of inclement weather had kept everyone away except those of us who were the most daring.  We drove around to the far side of the lake and found our favorite secluded spot.  We unpacked the car and set up a nice spread for ourselves on the picnic table.  He had packed wine, brie and crackers, along with a lite lunch and some fruit.

With everything taken care of, it was time to go down to the lake for a swim.  Because I knew he would really like this bikini, the whole view, I didn’t just want to nonchalantly take off the t-shirt.  Instead, I sat my husband down on the picnic table bench.  In a very slow and deliberate motion I reached down to the bottom of the t-shirt and little by little tantalizingly lifted it up uncovering my body and my new string bikini, making sure to touch sensual parts. I included putting my finger in my pussy again and rubbing more of my scent on the bottom of his nose.

“Very nice,” my husband told me gazing fixedly on my body.  I reached down and cradled his face in the palms of my hands and planted a soft wet kiss on his lips, smelling my pussy juice on him was such a turn on for me.  I was excited thinking about what he would say about my new bikini once we got into the lake.  I imagined him wanting to swim off to some secluded alcove to make love with me.

Seeing that I had kindled the fires of passion, I decided to turn up the heat a bit more with him.  Pulling my husband up off the picnic bench, I unbuttoned and opened his shirt and glided my hands up his smooth chest until my arms encircled his neck.  He clasped his arms around me and met me with wet open kisses.  Stepping out of our embrace, I knelt down in front of him, unbuttoned his shorts, pulled down his fly, and stripped his shorts off.  He couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the tenting in his bathing suit told me that my little escapade had been very effective.

We went down to the lake together walking hand-in-hand.  At the waters edge I turned around and walking backwards took my husband by the hands and led him into the lake enticing him with the surprise I had yet to show him.  When we were deep enough in I turned, dove in and swam out to a deeper spot in the lake.  I waited for him, keeping only my head and shoulders above the surface.  He swam out to meet me.

When he asked what it was I wanted to show him, I stood up slowly in front of him letting him soak in my image.   The wet fabric of my bikini now sheer and almost transparent was clinging everywhere to my body.  The coolness of the lake waters had left my nipples erect and protruding against the bikini top.  The bikini bottom clung transparently to my buns leaving nothing to the imagination.  Even the white flesh of my breasts and the circles around my nipples could be distinctly seen.

He rose out of the water, the bulge in his bathing suit proclaiming his arousal.  When I inquired this time as to whether he liked my new bikini, he responded “oh yes,” and then pulled me against him.  He looked wantonly into my eyes before passionately joining his mouth to mine.

We kissed deep wet kisses exploring each other’s mouths.  His lips traveled to my neck and shoulders.  His arms pulled me in tighter.  His tongue licked the water from my flesh.  I could feel his erection growing against my belly.  After asking me if there was any one around, he leaned slightly over and brought his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple through the sheer wet fabric of my bikini top.  I wanted to close my eyes and surrender right then and there to the passion, but whispered instead, “Let’s go back to our table.”

We came out of the lake, our arms encircling each other’s waists and headed back to our table.  All the way back, I felt my husband’s eyes hotly looking at my near naked body and his hands gliding effortlessly across my buns on top of the sheer wet fabric of my bikini bottom.

Back at our table, we cast aside caution and took each other into each other’s arms.  I could feel him deliberately pressing his erection against me as he drew my body tightly against him.  His lips sucked gently on my neck.  His hands fondled my bottom.  His breathing became deep and staccato.   Rubbing my belly against his bulge, I pointed out that he now had something he needed to show me.

Taking my signal he lowered his bathing suit in front of me.  His manhood was fully erect; the head engorged and purple, the skin taut around his shaft.  I knelt down in front of him.

Holding his hard penis I began licking him starting down at his balls and tonguing him all the way to the tip.  I left no part of his love muscle untouched by my wet affections.  A bead of his pre-cum trickled out.  He watched me intently making  oral love to his manhood, I licked the sticky ooze from the tip of his penis, before pressing my lips to the opening of his cream canal and sucking his pre-cum out of him.

As I continued tongue bathing his manhood, the rains started again. I didn’t know whether my husband wanted to seek shelter or continue until he proposed that we make love in the rain.  Finding the proposition rather exciting, I returned my attention to his erect tool.  I wrapped my lips around him slowly devouring his manhood, taking more of him in each time as I moved up and down along his length until I fully consumed him.

His manhood swelled in my mouth as I continued sucking it.  My husband’s hips were bucking in rhythm with me.  His face was contorted by the pleasure he was experiencing.  His body was covered in rivulets of rain water pouring down his flesh.  Even I no longer cared about the rain that was leaving us both sopping wet.  My only thought was to bring my lover to an overwhelming climax.

The rains came down heavier.  He was now thrusting his hips at me with an urgency implying his orgasm was not too far off.  He was begging me to make him come.  Wanting to light the fuse for his explosion, I ran my hands between his legs and inserted a finger into his butt. That ensured there was no holding back on his part any more.

Crying out in ecstasy, he thrust his penis hard between my lips and came.  Hot jets of his thick semen splashed against the back of my throat as his manhood pumped his milky cream.  His penis pulsated in spastic rhythms with each throb bringing forth more of his velvety juice.  I hungrily savored each creamy surge letting his nectar run down my throat until his orgasm subsided and his body went limp with exquisite exhaustion.

My husband leaned over pressing his mouth against mine telling me how much he loved me, that is was my turn now and that he wanted to pleasure me in ways he had never done before. And so he lifted me up and led me over to the picnic table where he had me sit down on the edge and lay back with my legs open in front of him.  His hands untied the side strings of my bikini bottom, which he pealed away to reveal my clean shaven pussy.  I untied my bikini top and exposed my breasts to him.  His hands were quickly upon the soft mounds, kneading my flesh and squeezing my nipples.  His lips were on my belly, his tongue tracing its way down to my “v”.

His fingers opened the lips of my slit.  I reached down and spread my pussy lips wide open for him, anticipating his approach and his oral affections.  His tongue was at my entrance…


A crash of thunder and a warm sensation between my legs awoke me from my dream.  I looked down to see my husband’s face perched between my thighs, his tongue lightly lapping across the lips of my vagina.  Upon seeing me awaken, he stopped his wet caresses.

“That was some dream you were having,” he said and then planted a kiss on my vagina lips.

“We were at the lake,” I replied, reaching down and stroking the face of the man I had and if asked would again marry.

“Fantasizing again, are we?  Well, by the looks of things, it appears that you could use this,” he said and ran his tongue between my pussy lips letting it dance momentarily on my clitoris.

“Oh yes,” I answered, feeling a pulsation of pleasure traverse my body, “and it was my turn.”

Not knowing what I meant, my husband suggested, “Why don’t you tell me every delicious detail, and I’ll take care of the special effects down here.”

Picking up where the dream left off, I reached between my legs and parted my pussy lips wide open to show him where I wanted him to begin licking me.  He drove his tongue into my vagina, lapping up and drinking in my juices.  In and out he darted his tongue.  All the while he was pleasuring me, I told him about the bathing suit, the rain storm, and my oral indulgence.  He told me he wanted to make my dream come true… And he did.

Hot marriage sex is a wonderful gift from God meant to be unwrapped and selflessly shared by those bound by love in hot marriage.  It almost seems a shame to call it that, sex that is, given the negative connotations the word has taken on, but we should take back what was given by God.  Sex is the beautiful expression of love between a husband and wife – everything else is imitation.

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