Anniversary by the River: Sex Outside the Home Series

This story happened a few years back. It was our anniversary in late August. There is a golf course about a 30-minute drive out into the countryside, and we’d heard good reports about its restaurant. The clubhouse and restaurant reside in a big log post-and-beam structure with huge vaults in the ceiling. A large deck/balcony overlooks the last green. The meal was excellent, and we relaxed at our table enjoying the scenery and decor.

“Don’t eat too much dessert, or you might get too full,” said my wife.

“Too full for what?” I asked.

“For a real dessert treat on the way home,” she said, smiling.

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“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“You know this area better than I do. Maybe you can find us a secluded spot along the river,” she said with mischief.

“I think I know just the place,” I replied slyly.

It was true. I grew up in the area and had floated down the river on innertubes many times. So I knew the valley and river bottom fairly well. There were, indeed, a few spots along the river that no one owned and allowed for public use. And I had one in particular in mind.

We paid for the meal and headed out. It was a lovely evening. The air was warm, but not overly hot. We drove down the road for about 10 minutes. There was a straight stretch of road that paralleled the river, and between them stood a raised bank that was no more than 50 yards wide. Trees covered most of the embankment. At about the midpoint of the straight stretch, a pull-out led on top of the berm to what looked like a wilderness camping spot.

As we approached the spot, I could see it was empty. I was worried it would be occupied due to the sportfishing season; people like to park there for easy access to the river. I pulled the vehicle just off the road, blocking the entrance to the spot.

We got out of the vehicle, and I saw that my wife had brought along a bag holding a blanket. Nice! This woman thinks of everything. We checked out the camping spot, but it was too wide open to offer much privacy. Anyone driving down the road or boating down the river could easily see us there.

Beside the camping spot, a walking trail led down to the river, and next to that path was a small grassy spot. A few more trees and bushes clustered there and the extra foliage offered a bit more privacy, but not much. We set out the blanket and lay down.

From our vantage point through the leaves and branches we could still see the road. If anyone drove up and decided to come in, we would likely have enough time to cover up if need be. Hopefully, no one was out for a walk because we would not be able to hear them approach. The nearest house was about a ½ mile away. Behind us was the river, but not as much coverage. If anyone out canoeing looked our way, I felt sure they would get a show.

I turned my attention to my wife, though keeping an eye on the road. It was, after all, still broad daylight. I began by caressing her hair above her ear (she loves that) and kissing her neck. I trailed the kisses towards her cleavage, but her top was too tight to allow much access. She helped me out by lifting her shirt and bra, letting her breasts hang free. We decided not to remove all our clothing, just in case anyone showed up and we had to scamper to get dressed. I used my tongue to trace around her nipples and areola. Then I kissed around each breast, especially underneath, but spent most of the time sucking her tits directly.

As my face was enjoying her boobs, my hand found its way to her jeans. I quickly unfastened the jeans and allowed my fingertips to follow her panty lines. The closer I got to her mound, the quicker her breath became. I carefully massaged her pussy lips and clit through the soft, thin fabric, as my fingers traced up and down her moistening crevice. I then slipped my hand through the waistband of her panties, and my fingers slowly searched through her bush, pushing ever so slowly downwards. It didn’t take long for my middle finger to find the indent that marked the top of her pussy.

I froze. My wife tensed. A vehicle was approaching, and it sounded as if it was slowing down. I peeked my head up to look. The car crept past. I figured they must have been rubbernecking, trying to figure out why our vehicle was parked right there. Thankfully, the car faded into the distance.

I picked up where I left off. My fingers crept ever lower, passing down over her clit and pausing at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly inserted a finger and withdrew it, drawing up some slick moisture to rub on her clit. Soft moans escaped my wife’s mouth. I muffled them with a full-mouthed kiss, our tongues dancing. I continued fingering her clit, and her whole pussy responded, swelling in all the right places.

Then I broke off the kiss and sat up. I reached down and removed my wife’s jeans and panties. Kneeling down between her legs, I began kissing and tonguing her pussy. My wife doesn’t care much for oral stimulation. But when the situation is right, she does not offer up any resistance. My right hand played with her breasts as my left helped spread her pussy lips, allowing more direct contact with her clit. Another car passed by, faster this time. My wife surrendered herself to the situation and soon was writhing with an orgasm.

It didn’t take long for me to shed my pants too. I mounted her missionary style and went to town. I held my upper body up with my hands and thrust into her with animalistic passion. Zoooom. Another car. By this point, I didn’t much care if anyone happened by. The sight of my wife laying mostly naked amongst the grass and trees with the dappled sunlight splashing on her breasts was so erotic that I could no longer hold back. I buried my cock to the hilt inside her pussy and released what felt like a huge load of cum.

We took a moment or two to cool down. Then we walked over and cleaned at the river’s edge before leaving for home. It was, for us both, a very memorable anniversary dessert down by the river.

Other stories in this series:

Office Building
The Workout