The Pleasurable Ascent

Winter finally released its cold grasp on the weather, and summer was flirting with a warm spring day. We took the opportunity to spring clean; the family scurried busily around, completing chores and enjoying the sunshine. The pine needles peeked over the edges of the gutters, revealing yet another task needing attention.

Steve, as when preparing for his many other chores, took a deep breath and began to collect the materials needed.  He had to get on the roof, trim the encroaching branches, and clean out the gutters. As he began to climb the ladder, a soft voice came from behind him. He turned in the direction of the sweet sound to see his wife, Jenn, coming out the front door and offering her assistance. He gladly accepted and invited her up the ladder ahead of him. As she ascended, he took the opportunity to admire her legging-clad assets. Throughout the years, time had expertly transformed her once slight and small-breasted frame to one with curves in all the right places.

After they stabilized themselves and surveyed the task at hand, Steve used the handsaw to start cutting down the nuisance branches. As he began, Jenn sat on the peak and admired the view of her husband of 15 years. Time had also been generous to him. He had grown more attractive to her as the years passed. She appreciated the workout routine he adopted over the last couple of years and how the transformation brought him back to his high school weight and athletic physique. His forearm muscles bulged as he gripped the branch, and his bicep tensed and relaxed as he sawed the limb from the tree. Jenn smiled and enjoyed the resulting tingling sensation between her legs. She shifted slightly at noticing her body’s reaction and continued simply to admire him.

When the work was finished, they took the opportunity to explore the rare perspective from their roof. The view of the neighborhood amazed them. The multi-acre lots created a tree- and house- dotted prairie that evoked the vastness of the country and the smallness of self.

As the night wound down and the goodnight routines were accomplished, they retired to their room to surrender the day and await the slow creep of sleep. They thought so with their minds, anyway; their bodies had other plans. With the sexual stirrings of the day lingering, mental restlessness prevented sleep.

Jenn excused herself for a drink of water, and the cool breeze through the open kitchen window invited her outside. Wearing only a thin white cami and matching sheer panties, she found the chill air on her skin a pleasant contrast to the stillness inside.

As she looked out over their land, her eyes swept past the side of the house. The ladder they used to climb to the roof earlier in the day was still set up. It surprised her, as Steve is generally a very thorough person who takes pride in his tidiness. Guided by curiosity to see the neighborhood at night and an unidentifiable desire to revisit a moment of lust, she began to climb the ladder.

Hearing the unusual sound of the aluminum ladder against the gutter, Steve climbed out of bed to investigate. As he closed the front door, he too noticed the ladder. He could hear soft steps on the roof and quickly ascended.

To his surprise, Jenn was standing there with her finger to her lips. The subtle glow of the moon fell gently on her nearly naked body. The contrast of the silver light and shadows accentuated the curves of her breasts and hips perfectly, attracting his attention to the cool night air’s effects on her nipples. Jenn’s magical appearance drew Steve to her in a most intoxicating way. He gently grabbed the back of her head and softly kissed her inviting lips.

This magical embrace soon turned to seasoned passion. As their tongues danced, Jenn once again felt the familiar tingling between her legs. A moan escaped her mouth as she surrendered to the situation and welcomed the passion.

Steve’s hands explored his long time lover, appreciating her soft yet toned body. As his hands reached Jenn’s breasts, he gently squeezed the firm mounds and felt her hard nipples on his palm.

Steve’s grip caused Jenn to moisten a little more, and she could feel the cool air on her leaking lips. She reached down to stroke Steve’s member, which she could feel against her thigh. As the precum seeped through his boxers, she smeared the warm slick gel over the head of his dick.

Steve swiftly removed his shirt and laid it down on the shingles. Although passionate, neither wanted a burn from the asphalt shingles, which would last long after the night’s happenings. As he laid Jenn down, she shockingly broke the embrace. To his surprise, Jenn turned her back to him, removed her panties, and got on all fours. Crossing her arms in front of her, she resting them on the peak of the roof and placed a leg on each side of the slope. Then Jenn lowered her head to elevate her rear further. If this weren’t invitation enough, she slightly swayed her hips back and forth.

Steve was dumbfounded. His bride of many years never ceased to amaze him with enticements. He lowered himself behind her and guided his steel shaft into her waiting vaginal lips. They both moaned as he began to rock back and forth in her slippery opening.

As the night air kissed their unified juices, adding to the pleasure and excitement, Jenn began to thrust back against Steve, who grasped her hips and met her thrusts with his own. Their synchronous movements created a subtle slapping sound throughout the neighborhood. Jenn raised her head and arched her back to peer out over the sleeping community and appreciate the view as she reached between her spread legs and caressed Steve’s balls. The soft tissue felt warm in her hands and fueled her lustful fire. Releasing Steve’s balls, Jenn quickly pulled up her cami and pulled and twisted her nipples. The feelings were too much to control, and she recognized her impending climax.

From her moans and rhythm, Steve knew Jenn was getting close to cumming. He reached around and began rubbing her engorged clit, adding to the flames within her. With a final moan and thrust, Steve came in Jenn with immense intensity. Each spurt blasted from his cock.

Feeling his hot cum jettison inside her, filling her up, Jenn came with a loud moan. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, and her cries echoed through the night air.

As they slowed their rocking, Jenn gently massaged her breasts and lightly tickled her nipples, sending orgasmic aftershocks through her body and pulsing clit. Steve pulled out his spent cock and wiped some of their combined juices off. He gently spread it on Jenn’s clit to provide a welcome sensual massage of the swollen bud. They slowly and carefully rose to their feet and enjoyed the fresh night air on their naked bodies as they embraced in a post-passion union.

Once down the ladder and back in bed, they spooned until their long-awaited surrender to sleep arrived.

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