Like the Animals

My husband and I have been married for almost twenty years now, and have come (no pun intended) a long way in our love life. We got married with very little experience and were at first shy to experiment with each other and try new things. This is the story of being inspired by nature and when we first had sex outdoors, which is now one of our favorite things to do. We’re a little more careful about making sure we aren’t seen nowadays, though. I hope you enjoy!

My skin was glistening with sweat, glossy with the effort of hot, sticky, constant movement.

Not the sexy kind.

I was at the zoo with my husband and it was 102 degrees in late June—too early in the year for that kind of heat, and neither one of us was prepared for it. He’d worn a red T-shirt and there were obvious and growing sweat stains on his chest and underarms. The way the shirt stuck to his chest made me smile. Even after six years of marriage I still found it enjoyable, even sensual, just to admire his body. He told me the same about mine.

Because of the heat, the zoo was nearly deserted—no pun intended. Instead of hundreds of moms chasing hundreds of toddlers in circles, their overloaded and squeaky strollers ricketing in front of them, there were just a handful of senior citizens watching the bird exhibits and a cavalcade of elementary students sprinting toward the grizzly enclosure. We were dawdling, a rare day off for the both of us and we’d decided to get out of the house. Now, feeling the perspiration sliding between my breasts, I wondered what we’d been thinking. Wouldn’t it have been better to stay at home, strip down to our underwear and sit in front of the fan? No such luck here.

“Cajolie, look,” my husband said. We had just left the emperor penguin exhibit, where there had been a few minutes of cooler air, and he was standing under a huge rock archway, pointing into the orangutan paddock. I joined him in the shade of the archway, not that it helped much.

“What am I looking at?” I asked quietly. I didn’t want to startle the animals.

He pointed again at the back of a huge orangutan with its back against the glass.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“Look over here,” he said, guiding me slightly to the side. The feel of his hands on my arms was warm, firm. Also damp. I hate sweating.

“Oh!” I said, then covered my mouth with my hand. “Are they…?”

He grinned. “They definitely are,” he said, smirking.

In front of the big orangutan was a smaller one I hadn’t seen before, leaning forward with her rear in front of the big one—who was casually and rhythmically thrusting his ape penis into her no doubt well-used ape vagina.

I couldn’t help but laugh. The female was eating a banana as if nothing was happening.

“You’re kind of weird,” I said to my husband as I leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. My hip brushed against his groin and he shifted uncomfortably.

“Wait,” I said. I looked through the rock archway on either side and, seeing no one, gently touched his pants with my hand. “Oh my goodness,” I said. “Are you getting aroused watching those orangutans go at it?”

He pulled away and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “No, don’t be silly,” he said. He backed up a step. I turned and looked at the apes again. I wondered how often this kind of thing happened, just casually sitting out in the green grass, in view of any number of humans, just going at it without a care in the world.

“You totally are,” I said. “You’re hard from watching them.”

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be sweating more and more.

“You’re hard from watching him hump that lady orangutan in public.” I could feel myself sweating a little more too. By now there was an undeniable bulge in the crotch of his shorts that I was all too familiar with.

“Do you…enjoy sex in public?” I asked. I slowly stepped toward him; he backed up until his back hit the wall of the archway. A passerby would certainly still see him and his bulge, even though we were in shadow.

“Um…” he said. We’d never had sex in public before, never ever talked about it. The closest we’d come was a very occasional handjob in the car on long road trips to break up the monotony.

I was up close to him, feeling the heat resonate off him, my chest just grazing his midsection. I looked up at him and smiled as I gently grasped the tip of his penis through his shorts.

“Hey,” he said. “People, um, people could see us.”

“People can see the orangutans. They don’t seem to mind.” I squeezed the tip and felt it give that familiar throb. I felt myself getting wet with more than sweat. “Besides,” I said, “do you think we’re going to put on a better show? That ape’s cock must be bigger than yours.” With that, I moved my hand up slightly and squeezed his whole member through the fabric of his shorts. “Or maybe I should take a little peek and compare.”

Finally, he put his arms around me, just lightly, behind my shoulders. I could see him glancing nervously side to side. For some reason, his nervousness excited me. That orangutan might have been bored with sex, but I certainly wasn’t. I’d show her how to enjoy her mate.

I reached down and unzipped his fly. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to tug his stiff fellow through the slit in his boxers and out his shorts. It looked kind of funny there, six or seven inches of cock protruding, ball-less, from navy blue cargo shorts.

“Cajolie,” he said nervously as I slowly rubbed against him. The sweat was really pouring now.

“Tell me,” I said, “should I kneel down?” I lowered myself slowly to eye-level with it and gave it a few kisses, then opened my lips and brought in just the head for a quick hello. “Or,” I said as I stood back up, “would you like me like he likes his?” I turned around and hiked up the back of my denim skirt, then, with a peek over my shoulder, drew down my soaked panties. I pressed back into him, his rock finding a familiar place between my cheeks.

I glanced over at the orangutans. More of the same. Thrust, thrust, a bite of banana, thrust, thrust. Amateurs.

I felt his hands grab my thighs suddenly, and it startled me at first. Then I grinned as I felt him angle me so he could penetrate my vagina from behind. We hadn’t done anal before (though a couple of years later we would—that’s a different story), and I closed my eyes as he reminded what it was like to be filled up. All the heat and sweat made it easy for him to drive himself home to the hilt, and I grabbed my ankles with my hands and let him take control, a man of nature, my own great ape, more than a match for the dull fornication of those animals on the other side of the glass.

“Caj,” he said, “this is crazy.” He used that quiet, breathless voice he gets when we are both beyond excited. I’d heard it before, usually when he wasn’t going to last long. I didn’t mind—I was already nearing my own exclamation point to the day.

“Mmm,” was all I said. I glanced at the apes. They must have finished, because the female was sitting up now, looking in our direction, her head tilted to one side. I bared my teeth at her in a huge smile, then closed my eyes as he pushed all the way into me again, then ground himself against my ass. I clenched to hold him in—I wanted this feeling, this passion, forever.

“Caj,” he said again. “Caj. Cajolie…”

I pushed harder against him, forcing him to go deeper and faster, and I let myself squeak—he loves that I squeak when I orgasm—and I bit my lip and I pushed harder against him and he said my name and I dug my nails into my ankles and he said my name and I looked up at the orangutan and he said my name and I smiled and he said my name and then we both yelled our animal yells and felt it all roll over us, the relief and the sweat and the adrenaline and the cum.

He was panting, and I knew from experience that he had his eyes closed. I could feel him getting very subtly softer within me, so I pushed myself back on him a few more times, wringing everything I could out of him though I knew I was beyond full already—I always was.

“Cajolie,” he said. I smiled as I slid carefully off his penis, the quiet smacking sound as the head came out, a little silly sounding, but reminding me of what he’d just deposited. I slowly pulled my panties up—they were already ruined for the day, so what was a little cum mixed in with the sweat?

I turned around and squatted down in front of him, my loins a little sore, and cleaned him up with my tongue, then tucked his handsome sword back in and zipped him up.

“I like the zoo,” I said as I stood up and kissed him gently.

He grinned at me. “I do too,” he said. “Maybe even more than that orangutan.”

He reached down and held my hand, and we stepped out from the archway just as a zookeeper strolled by with a bucket of fish.

“Having a good time at the zoo?” he asked.

“Lovely,” I said.

As we walked away I looked back over my shoulder at the female orangutan. Her face was up against the glass, and she watched us until we were out of sight. I think her mate was in for an interesting evening.