Obedient Wife

We kissed. Our first passionate kiss for days. Will had his hands under my bum, and I suddenly wanted him. I had been teaching at a Christian Summer Camp, and when Will came to pick me up, I took him for a short walk along the river.

I dropped my shorts; Will lay down, and I got astride him, and it felt so good to have him in me. It was a sudden, exciting, transition from being a camp leader. But almost as quickly we both realized that we were too close to the camp. I pressed down one more time, and he felt so nice it took all my will power to lift my pussy off him. ‘Please stay,’ Will moaned.

‘I have just been teaching boys that self-control is a virtue. And we don’t want to be seen.’

When we had left the camp and were nearly halfway home, I suddenly remembered an old walking track that had a carpark.

‘Lets stop here!’

Will braked, turned off the road, and stopped under the trees. We had been single and on a day hike when we were last there. I got out and ran up the trail and was sitting with my bare bottom on a boulder when Will panted into the clearing. He kissed his hands and me cupped my breasts under my shirt. His thumbs pressed my nipples, and I spread for him. He slid a dripping finger up to my clit, and I reached down and unzipped his shorts. He gasped as I fondled him.

Will grabbed my bottom and pulled me towards him. He had to hoist me up surprisingly high to lower me onto his erection. We both ‘aaahed’ with relief and then Will tried thrusting. He lifted me a bit and rotated his hips, moving inside me. I whispered encouragement. He was just getting the rhythm when we heard voices coming down the trail. Will quickly hoisted me off and stood me on the ground. I had my shorts on one ankle and was in them nearly as quickly as Will could get zipped up without risking injury.

As we got in the car, we were laughing at our narrow escape.  We were both experiencing withdrawal symptoms, but we had arranged to meet up with some old friends at a restaurant on our way home

Jan and Tom had been married a couple of months longer than us and were obviously very happy. They gave us the impression that they were experts at being married and had done lots of exciting things. We felt even more like total amateurs.  Of course, we do know about things like cunnilingus, fellatio, rear entry, etc. and we do plan to do them. It is just that, at the moment, they seem to us to be a bit, I don’t know, immodest perhaps.

Back in car I said ‘Let’s go home, I have something that just has to be done.’ On the road, I confided to Will that when Jan was leaning over talking to us and looking voluptuous, I had suddenly realized that they do the same things as us. I couldn’t help picturing her naked on her back and those lovely big boobs….. He admitted the thought had occurred to him too. We couldn’t drop the subject quickly enough.

At home, Will joined me in the shower, stood behind me and washed me using his hands until I was tingling all over, my crotch and breasts got special attention. I turned and squirted soft soap on him and gave him a thorough rub over. I felt his firm erection and gently squeezed each of his balls. He gets a certain look on his face when I do that, but I do know to be gentle.

‘OK, lets get out and get dry.’

But he was still wet, and I was only half dry when he pushed me onto the bed. I willingly guided him in; it was becoming a matter of urgency for both of us.

I said, ‘Bet I can make you come first.’

‘But what is the reward?’

‘Winner gets a free quickie on demand.’

‘You’re on.’

I rolled him over and went to work. I gripped him tightly and moved up and down, teased him with my tits until he took them and played with my nipples. He was moaning, I was rubbing my clit on him, and when he went over the top, I let mine happen too, screaming and yelping in what he calls ‘my typical girlie orgasm.’ He is such a romantic.

We kissed. We are always sucking on each other, but we had been like that from when we first met. Then we got all post-coital philosophical about how it is that married sex does make us feel even more loving. Will said that maybe it was just hormones. I said I thought it was God blessing us for being virgins and never having had anyone else. Eventually, we decide that it is a mystery and go and have another shower.