Underestimate at Your Own Peril (L)

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

Our weekend camping trips often result in some really great sex.  On this occasion, my Sweetie and I were headed to the woods for a quiet weekend of reading and disengaging from the real world.  She seemed a little grumpy on the short one-hour drive to a nice lake with a small, no-frills campground.  Me being me, I was mentally winding down for the weekend and running through the various scenarios with the highest probabilities for getting naked with my Sweetie.

I think wives have a built-in radar for that sort of thing, because I’m sure she was just thinking about just relaxing and not looking ahead or planning anything for the immediate future, and that may or may not have been the reason for her mood that evening.

We have been married thirty-some years, and as I reach back into my memories of her, I realize several things: synchronizing your sexual appetites with those of your wife is a lifelong project.  Sometimes (well, most of the time), you are watching your lovely wife come to bed naked and if you look too longingly at the smooth contours of those gently rocking breasts, she sees the mizzen mast rising and realizes that you look a lot like Edward Teach and she is about to be boarded.

“Oh no, please not tonight,” she might say.  “I would love to just cuddle.”

Stowing a risen mizzen is tough to do, but on some occasions, the heat of my sword on her incredibly soft, smooth ass will melt this maiden’s resolve.

On numerous occasions, after several moments of being tucked together, I can’t help but slowly rub my swollen penis against her divinely soft cheeks, and before long, I’m hearing, “That thing is really hot,” and the reciprocal rubbing will start.  Soon my dick is leaking and her resolve to repel boarders dissipates as I slide my member between her legs and make contact with the warm shores.

On those times when she is mildly interested, but too tired to be fully invested in a proper boarding party, she will just quietly purr while I hold my cock and gently rub it over her ever-loving soft skin until I blast it all on her soft cheeks.

After receiving my warm compliments to her soft round bottom, she says, “I love the feel of that warm cum.”

Paying my respects to her warm buns, I always get up and grab a towel and a warm cloth before things cool.  Sometimes the winds blow fair, sometimes they do not.  Aahrrr!

Anyway.  In getting back to my current story, there is something that I’ve come to realize late in our life together.  My wife—who is a very direct and driven person, not given to relinquishing control in many of life’s many undertakings—sometimes likes to be forcefully taken.  But not always.  For a quiet, introverted person like myself, it can be challenging to figure out when that is or is not the case.

On this particular sojourn to the woods of relaxation, my wife seemed to be in a mood to repel all boarders come hell or high water.  When we arrived, we were the only people occupying one of about 20 campsites.  By dark, there were a few more fellow campers on this warm southern summer evening.

This particular day, after our tent was set up, I still had one pole that I had not found a proper place for.  I sensed that my Sweetie’s mood was still somewhat cool as she announced that she was headed for the shower building.  For a small campground, the facilities were extremely large and well taken care of.  As I had business to attend to, I followed her to the adjoining facilities.

Once I had taken care of at least one necessary bodily function, I began to dwell on my still-erect pole.  Standing outside the women’s facility with my wife inside, I took in the clear, starry night, noting a few muffled sounds from the nearby campers.  But all I could think of was that there was a naked woman inside and a very horny me out here.  The ache in my dick was heavy, and I wanted that warm, wet pussy in that shower.

I was certain I hadn’t seen any other women go in, so I know Sweetie must be alone. I listened and looked quickly around, and finally said, “Damn, I’m going in.”  I walked quietly in the door and quickly double-checked the other stalls to be extra sure the coast was clear, then stripped off my t-shirt and shorts.  I walked wordlessly into that shower and into the hot stream of water.

Sweetie looked at me with a somewhat disoriented gaze, and before she could say anything, I took the soap from her hands and soaped my chest and throbbing shaft.  Then I took each of her hands and placed them high on the shower wall.

I came at her from behind and rubbed my cock against her soaking pussy.  Stroking her soft outer lips a few times, I paused briefly before thrusting up and into her.  Home at last.  Neither one of us spoke as I just held her against the wall.

With hands full of tits and a cock buried to the hilt, I fucked her.  There are no other words for it.

And she liked it.

She moaned quietly as I repeatedly drove into her swollen depths and reached around to rub her aroused clit.  When I came, I don’t think the cum stopped until it hit her tonsils.  Having fired a full broadside, I quietly released her, handed her back her soap, then left.

Back at the tent, I was lying naked inside, marveling at my unusually direct approach to solving the tent pole problem.  Unfortunately, as I ruminated on what had transpired, I realized I had just created a monster as the recollection caused my cock to approach the Surgeon General’s 4-hour warning.

I heard the tent zipper, and my wife poked her head in and looked at me with a determined look.  “Where the devil did you go with that thing in such a hurry?  I’m not done with it!”

Damn.

With a look in her eyes that seemed to say that something belonging to her had been rudely taken away, she said, “I’m not done with that thing, buster,” and crawled on all fours over me.

Taking her left hand, she reached between her legs, guiding my cock with her fingers in a “V” and directed me to her entrance, and without hesitation, impaled herself, slamming our pelvic bones together. Leaning over me with her lovely tits swaying just inches from my face, she held my gaze.

“You wanna fuck?  Let’s fuck!”

Wow, I really didn’t see that coming.  An hour ago, I figured my chances of getting wild in the great outdoors with my wife were in the basement, and now I was in the penthouse suite!

In the shower, I took her because I couldn’t take it any more after the wait—my dick growing harder by the hour during the drive up, setup, and dinner.  Thinking of her in that shower, all delicious and soapy and not suspecting a surprise attack from her usually reserved husband, I figured surprise was on my side, and given the location, she would be reluctant to disagree for fear of someone else being in the building.

Well, that seemed to have ignited a secondary explosion that was also working out in my favor.

She fixed me with a determined look that let me know that she was now the one in charge, and she expected results.  Watching those lovely breasts bounce as she rode me, I was hoping that the Surgeon General’s warning was more of a suggestion than a hard rule, because it was going to take some time for me to recover to the point where I could provide my sweetie with a good hot blast from my now stainless-steel cock.

I lay back and just watched her take me, driving me deep into her, her lovely tits hypnotizing me.  She groaned once for a few seconds, and I’m pretty sure she had cum, but that did not slow her down.  She briefly readjusted herself, making sure she could get every inch of me inside her, and said, “I’m not done with you just yet, mister!” before leaning back and resuming her assault.

The sweat was rolling off both of us pretty freely when I felt my equipment getting ready to release what she was looking for.  I felt the second, really impressive orgasm of the last hour hit me.  Sweetie felt it too as she dropped forward and groaned loud enough to let the woodland creatures know what was going on in that tent.  Her hot pussy grabbed me in a firm embrace as she stabilized herself on her hands over me.

With her tits now dangling in my face again, I gave each nipple a little kiss and told her, “Thank you, Sweetie.  That one is definitely going to make it into the top ten!”

She picked her head up and looked me in the eye and said with a grin, “You think?”