Weekend with a Happy Ending (L)

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

It had been a very enjoyable weekend, but it was time to pack up the tent and stow my poles for the ride home—both of them, the one for fishing, and the one for other fun activities.

My Sweetie looked at me and smiled as she got in the truck. “Did you have a nice weekend?” she asked as she settled in.

She looked at me and I could see by that smile that she had had a very satisfying weekend. One or two sexual fantasies had been fulfilled, along with some simple naked time together without distractions. It’s hard to beat that.

“It was an outstanding weekend from my point of view,” I said as I pulled out of the campsite to begin the hour and half drive home. I love her smile, especially the one she had right now, and especially knowing what we’d done this weekend to put it there.

“I want to thank you for the sex in the woods,” she cooed.

“Which time was that?” I asked with one of my own smiles reserved for my Sweetie and she laughed.

“The one where I was blindfolded and holding on to the straps. It makes me wet just thinking about what we did.” She reached over to pat my mizzen mast that I thought I had stowed for the ride home.

I was wearing shorts that are nice and light for the southern summers, similar to swim trunks with a mesh interior to keep the boys cool.

Her soft, slender fingers disappeared under my shorts again. My manhood pulsed as she tenderly brushed against my rigid shaft and continued further until her fingers circled the now broad head. Her head turned to face me.

“He’s leaking,” she announced to me.

Withdrawing her hand, she brought the tip of her fingers to her mouth, and her tongue slipped out to taste what I had to offer.

“Mmm, he’s so eager, I love that!”

Turning back to me, she scrunched up her face and said, “I shouldn’t do that. I’ll distract you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” I said. “I am a highly trained professional and this is child’s play for someone of my advanced abilities.”

We have a running gag that whenever she wants to know if I can do something around the house or fix the car, I tell her in a serious tone that her highly trained profession can handle it.

Sweetie pulled her hand back again after stroking my very grateful penis. Damn that felt good!

She kept looking over at my very obvious erection that could not be hidden with the loose-fitting shorts. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she reached over and ran her fingers over the outside of my shorts, and my eager buddy bounced up like one of those Meerkats you see on TV.

Traffic was pretty light on this road—one of the most boring roads you will ever drive on, just flat, straight with timberlands on either side. But maybe it wouldn’t be so boring today?

My lovely wife was focused on my rigid member and I did nothing to discourage her. Her forays into my shorts were getting longer and longer. I was at full capacity and couldn’t get any longer. I loved the feel of her hands—delicate at first, and then gripping me firmly and running the length of my rigid shaft and gliding back to rub gently around the engorged head. I pulled my shorts back so that I was fully exposed, and she finally gave her full attention, no longer pulling back for breaks.

“Ooooh, he’s leaking!” she pronounced with great glee.

Somehow, I managed to ease back in the seat and enjoy her hand as it moved in no great hurry along my full length. That lovely hand kept a slow rhythm along my now sticky member. She rubbed the clear liquid from the tip of my penis as it dripped and put her fingers to her lips.

“Oh I love the taste of you,” she said sensually.

I love her attentions to my fully erect mast. It is so satisfying for me to show her how much I appreciate her attentions to my member. It makes my erection stretch against the skin in an effort to please her more. I love being a man when I’m with this woman.

On some nights when she is tired and not that interested, I’ll ask her if I can pleasure myself while she watches. Her reaction to my swollen manhood is priceless to me. More often than not I will kneel next to her, drip lube on myself and start to slowly work it along my growing prick. Even though she may be initially reluctant, her eyes will focus like a laser on my full erection, and she will reach for me and say, “Ooohh I love it when he’s so big. He’s so hot. Here let me help.” In the next minute there is an invigorated, pretty lady sitting astride me and grinding her wetness against me. With her breasts swaying inches from my face, she will slide her outer lips along my penis and stop at the head to grind into me, smiling that playful smile.

Back in the truck, I was feeling great contentment as my wife continued to provide a very pleasurable distraction from this normally monotonous drive.

Sweetie changed her grip and moved a little faster, which caught me by surprise. I sat straighter in the seat, eyes on this road. Deep within my loins I felt really full, and without much notice, I launched a huge blast that caught both of us off guard.

“Oh my God. That feels great!” I groaned

My lovely wife attempted to stem the torrent, but to no avail. Cum shot between her fingers as she put her hand over the breach, then I continued to shoot everywhere as she pulled back. I hit the radio, the dash, her leg and it still kept coming. I quickly but safely pulled to the shoulder, and Sweetie yelped, “What are you doing?”

“I’m pulling over to enjoy the last little bit of this,” I explained. “That was one of the best orgasms in my life, and I’m going to pause and enjoy this for a minute.” I don’t remember the last time I felt my seed launch with such force. “And we also have some cleaning up to do,” I laughed.

Half a box of Kleenex later, I pulled back onto the road in a very contented state to resume the last half of our trip.

Sweetie said, “I’ve never seen it shoot out like that!”

“That’s because it’s usually buried deep inside you, or your lips are wrapped around it,” I said.

She looked longingly at my crotch, and with great gravity, said, “You need you to screw me.”

“I’m your guy, as soon as we get home. We’ll wait to unpack and I’ll take you as soon as we break the threshold.”

“No. I mean now. Pull over.”

“Where?” I quizzed her. “There are no side roads, not even a long driveway.”

“Damn, I need that thing in me.”

“Why don’t you entertain me by rubbing one out while I drive? I would love to see that!”

“No. I want that thing in me. Can you get it up again?”

I liked the way this discussion was going, and my buddy began to perk up again, but the trees and brush are extremely thick along this road, leaving few places to park. And it was early on a Sunday afternoon, so there wasn’t much of a chance of disguising what would taking place in a bouncing truck. We both scanned feverishly for a forest access road without a locked gate.

After twenty minutes of missing several opportunities that flashed past on our side of the highway, the trees thinned and we noticed a dirt logging road that stretched into the distance on the other side of the highway. “This is why God made four-wheel drive,” I muttered to myself.

“There! Take that road, hurry!” Sweetie exclaimed.

I fully intended to, but I teased her a little. “What’s the rush?” I asked.

She looked at me as though with a fever. “I am so horny I can’t stand it,” she growled at me.

“How do you want it young lady?” I asked her as I signaled to turn in. “Do you want to walk a ways from the truck into the woods? We can spread out the sleeping bag and have at it.”

“Screw that,” she growled. “Just stop this truck and fuck me!”

About a half a mile down the dirt road I pulled to the side, climbed out, and dashed over to her side. She had already jumped down from the truck, removed her shorts and panties, and had turned her back to me to grab the door frame.

“You better get that thing up!” she said as she shot me a very intense look over her shoulder.

Seeing her in that state of excitement, all hands responded to the call to action, I was as hard as I was just 10 miles ago. I reached between her legs and it was very apparent that foreplay would not be the best course of action, so I slid my shorts off, grabbed her hips and buried my very eager mast into her.

“Give it to me, damn it!” she said forcefully. I love this version of my wife, and I hate to disappoint her, so in one thrust I was buried to my balls.

Being the dutiful husband, I got to it and drove into her as her head dropped and she moaned loudly. Her sweet folds were swollen, and so wet that she would have evicted my member if I hadn’t been on an upstroke and had a strong grip on her hips. She was absolutely drenched. Her hot, wet pussy drooled all over me, and in short order was running down the inside of my thighs.

In maybe 90 seconds from the time of my entering her, she gripped the door frame with white knuckles and growled through clenched teeth. Her soaked cunt clenched my cock and almost expelled him as she came. Holding firmly onto her hips, I felt myself start to slide out as I also started to cum. I thrusted back deeper into her, determined not to miss making her wetter still.

Exhaling rapidly, her face flushed, she was now my Sweetie again. “I needed that really badly.”

“So you say,” I leered at her. “Felt pretty good on my end too.”

She quickly assembled herself and climbed back into the truck on wobbly legs. I wiped both our cum off my legs using the rest to the box of Kleenex and walked around to the driver’s side to get in. The remainder of the trip passed as two very contented lovers sighed, resigned to the fact that our next camping trip was several weeks away.

My lovely bride looked over to me with her head leaning on the headrest and said “I love you. I love that you go along with my crazy fantasies.”

“I’m your guy. You let me know whatever pops into that pretty head of yours. I am a highly trained professional and I will make it happen.”