Backyard Heat (L)
“Kay, surely you can’t be serious.”
“Oh I am serious K, and don’t call me Shirley.”
“Well babe, the only problem is we’re not in our 20s any more. And I’m not sure our health insurance would cover any injury of this nature.”
“Speak for yourself old man, I mean, where is your sense of adventure? It’s a hot, muggy evening, the sun is gone, we worked hard on this project all day, and I say we now enjoy the fruits of our labor. What do you say? Or will this impact your pace maker? Afraid for your Rheumatoid Arthritis?”
I love teasing K about his age, doing so usually causes him to cave. Plus he is five years older than me.
“OK then you young whippersnapper, I will do it with you. However, if I throw out my back or wrench my neck, I expect full body massage compensation. And apology sex afterward. Deal?”
“Apology for what? I’m tired of waiting. I have always wanted to do this with no one else around. I’m doing it. Don’t forget to take your Geritol my dear elderly hubby.”
And with that, in our secluded backyard one sultry, humid summer evening bathed in moonlight, I peeled off my clothes until I was totally naked. The freshly cut grass felt wonderfully on my bare feet as the night creatures sang their lonely love songs. A gentle breeze whispered over my heavy breasts as I felt the heavenly sensation of my nipples rising to say hello.
Oh, I should probably explain a few things. With the kids gone for summer camp for nearly two weeks, K and I purchased a backyard trampoline to surprise them upon their return. K and I worked on it way too long today in the hot sun, but I wanted to get this project over with as it’s supposed to rain the next several days. And besides, being a former cheerleader and gymnast, I’ve always loved bouncing on a trampoline and fantasized about doing it in the nude. This was my chance to fulfill that fantasy, except who wants to be naked alone?
With my back turned to K, I struggled (being a short girl) to climb to the black canvas platform. Wow, it was still hot from the sun. Hot, but not too hot for what I had in mind, he he.
Taking my time to climb to the trampoline, I let K get a nice view on my backside. Even through in several ass jiggles for affect. Looking out the corner of my eye I glimpsed him intensely watching my struggle to reach the peak. Made sure to also face a tad sideways, still with my back to him, so his eyes could zoom into the nice side view of my full He says it really turns him on when I am topless with my back facing him. K says from the he can see my breasts hanging nicely forward and somewhat outwards on either side of me. And slightly bending over at an angle, still not facing him, he says the proportion of my side breast view spilling out of my chest bracketed by my relatively smaller torso is quite a sight to behold. I’m happy to oblige him.
“Nice view Kay, very nice view,” K commented, just as I knew he would. Right on cue.
I made it to the summit and started carefully walking around the springy canvas. Getting my bearings and sense of balance, I suddenly became giddy and happy. I was finally standing naked on a trampoline, and it felt so free and liberating.
Looking at my husband and smiling, I started to bounce for him. Literally and figuratively. I wasn’t quite expecting my breasts to bounce like this, and it hurt. Really? My special fantasy fulfilled only to cause a dull ache to my breasts, and they flopped up and down in the humid night air. Too bad, I would make the best of it.
“Take a picture Mr., and it will last longer,” as said while bouncing. I finally had to hold them in my hands yet it was not easy. He seemed to enjoy my predicament. I hopped all around that trampoline, stretching the limits seeing how high I could jump. Doing front flips. Landing on my back and bouncing back up onto my feet. I tried to belly flop once, but that hurt too much. I was breathing harder and working up a sweat prancing around on that trampoline nude for my husband. It felt sensuous and freeing; I can’t explain it.
“OK Missy, that does it. Two can play that game.”
As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.
“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”
“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”
I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand cupped nipples for him. I tasted the salty sweat on my tongue–it was not easy, but he was enjoying the performance. He walked closer to the trampoline with his big dick in his hands as he slowly pumped himself watching me.
My entire body was wet now, both internally and externally from the humidity and the scent of sex in the air under the moonlight. Our eyes locked. I intently watched him stroke his baby maker, and I continued prancing and touching myself. I finally stopped while he watched, walked over to the far side on the trampoline and lay on my back away from. Thankfully, I am still somewhat limber at this stage of my life, so I turned it up a notch. Tilting my head back and looking backward he was still stroking his dick, only a little faster this time.
I took a deep cleansing breath, stretched out my legs and did several lifts. The scissors too. All away from his peering eyes. Grabbing my knees, and scooching back further on the warm canvas, I brought my legs up over my head and started licking my bush.
“Oh…my Kay, oh my. That is soooooo fuckin hot babe, so fuckin hot. How can you do that! Oh don’t stop don’t stop, I could watch you do this for hours!”
In my younger days I could sometimes eat myself out, but not anymore. However if I work my way up to it, I can do this and lick my pubic hair despite the titties fighting for space. It’s not easy to breath and I can’t do it for very long without getting dizzy. But I know the affect this has on K and I must admit; I enjoy licking my sex. I could taste my love juices mingled with my sweat. Very nice.
“Shit, I’m coming up there; I’m going to pound your ass girl. You are so hot. Look at you. Look at you eating yourself out. Wow, girl.”
Hearing him climbing up to join me, I let my legs down, caught my breath, and got on all fours, presenting my ass to my husband with my head on the warm canvas.
Placing his hands upon my ass, he slid right in I was so wet for him. He firmly gripped my ass and ravished me from the back. I could hear his balls slapping against my pussy in this sticky summer night.
The force of his pounding kept edging me closer to the side of the trampoline. Man he felt wonderful inside me. We were really going at it; he was so deep inside me. Fast, long deep strokes, sliding right in and out due to my wetness. Titties bouncing and the guttural sounds he was making made this truly an erotic moment.
Reaching behind, I started touching my clit, slow circles at first but not for long. I felt a massive climax working its way from deep within. Oh this would be amazing.
“Oh K, Oh K, don’t stop, don’t stop. Right there babe, yea, right there. Damn!” Fuck your wife babe; fuck your nasty little wife who eats her own pussy. Mmmmmmmmmmmm…”
I was panting from his powerful thrusts and not sure how much longer he could last at this pace. It felt like I had a jackhammer ramming in and out of my sopping wet cunt.
The force of his animalistic pounding had me literally against the safety net, I had nowhere to go. He had me pinned.
Enjoying the sensations of his warm strong hands on my ass as he continued her merciless penetration of my delicate womanhood, I felt him spread my cheeks exposing my tiny puckered ass hole. Then amazingly, I felt warm spit leak from his mouth inside of my hole. He never did this before. I was scared yet excited.
“Ok, K, what…are you doing? That feels wonderful yet dirty. Don’t stop.”
My husband said nothing, he only groaned and grunted. My entire body was shaking from his full on assault of my femininity. Drenched in sweat, panting for air—I loved it. I imagined how we must have looked had we been watching ourselves.
Slowly spreading me open, I felt more warm spit drip into and around my asshole until I felt his pinky slowly invade me. It was amazing how he slowly stretched me as he drilled me from the rear. The he began biting my ass cheeks as the same time. And I thought I was the amateur contortionist.
Feeling his little finger sneak further up my rectum as he fucked me for all he was worth, I finally lost it.
“Oh K…….Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…aghhhhhhhhhhhhh…agh………”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Take me, take me K, aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
An uncontrolled scream of pure ecstasy started to escape from my throat. Somehow, and thank heavens, my husband covered my mouth with his other hand to suppress my scream. I literally yelled at full force into his hand and bot down onto his palm—the pleasure was that intense. My body violently shivered and convulsed out of control. I was in another dimension as this incredible wave overtook me. The feeling of his rock hard dick deeply imbedded inside my cunt; his finger working deeper up my ass; the sounds of our flesh smacking together, and his hand suppressing my screams was just too much to bear.
I finally quieted down as he removed his hand from my mouth. Man my man sure can read his wife. It’s uncanny.
Trying to catch my breath, I felt K shudder and begin to quiver from deep within.
“Oh Kay, Oh Kay I love you, I love you. I am cuming, I am cuming! You feel so wonderful. Never leave me babe, never leave me.” Aghhhhhhhhh!”
I experienced his amazing jet of red hot cum explode inside me, and oh what a gusher. He kept shooting and shooting as he firmly gripped my shoulders and moaned in bliss. This was such a load I felt it immediately start seeping down the back of my legs. So sensual and intimate; so passionate and so vulnerable.
At that moment, I realized this is what love is all about. Husband and wife; man and woman, two halves joining together becoming whole. His rough masculinity verses my soft femininity. The perfect fit thanks to our Heavenly Father.
Exhausted and spent by our raw passionate love making, I rolled over onto my back as K collapsed on his back next to me. Our chests were heaving, I propped my ankle around his muscular thigh as we joined hands. I was warm and tingly inside and out; feeling as my very soul had just connected with my man. It was so tender.
Kay let go of my hand and placed his arm around the back of my neck as I nuzzled in closer, inhaling the masculinity that is my husband. Somewhat turning my body towards him, I pressed into him; breasts spilling over his chest with my pubic hair softly cushioning his thigh as I buried my head between his shoulder and throat.
The moment was perfect. Two passionate lovers tightly embracing, bodies perspiring, hair messed up, the smell of sex in the air as the crickets and other night creatures praised the evening. The moon provided a soft hue across our imperfect bodies, a man and woman clutching onto each other for dear life. He needs me, and I need him.
And then, a warm gentle rain started to pitter patter against our naked flesh as I melded myself further into my big strong protecting man…
Oh my! You could eat yourself out! Wish I was that flexible! So hot! Trey would probably go off in his pants. Haha. Loved this story! Thank you so much.
Alicia, glad you enjoyed this one, it was quite an adventure in back yard festivities! You know its never too late to start limbering up for Mr. Trey–imagine the look on his face–and the stain on his pants–if you surprised him with such sensual Yoga, LOL.
Thanks for reading and enjoy your Resurrection weekend.
LadyGarden 😀
Kay, people who write pithy book reviews on the back covers try to summarize a book in a few sentences. Well, you didn’t write a book – but here are my pretend reviews of your story:
“Instant classic” – The Sexy Herald
“Memorable to the core – including, “I enjoy licking my sex…I could taste my love juices” – The Voluptuous Gymnast Review
“This story could start a trend of trampoline sex around the world”
– The Horny Times
Seriously Ladygarden, this was so hot! It touches the core of my sexual DNA. Also, the description of his “pinky” drilling your ass was so hot – especially because my dear wife loves it SO much, too. And I love to do it to her!!
What a night and what a picturesque description you gave us. I hope we don’t have to wait too long for another one of your instant classics (hint!). I can’t speak for anyone but myself – but your and K’s preferences (trampoline aside) 🙂 are so like my wife’s and my favorites. I know it sounds selfish, but I love to hear stories from others who are into the same pleasures as us. Somehow, someway – we derive support and encouragement in knowing that there are others pretty much like us. I don’t only like stories of people who are mostly like us – just for clarification.
So, thank you for giving us this treat!
God bless you and your family! Give the “old man” a nice treat tonight. 🙂
Lastly, I hope you have a wonderful Easter celebrating the victory we have in and through our wonderful Savior. LH
Wow LH, Thank You sir; such an amazing compliment! Loved the names of your pubelications, lol. Really made us chuckle.
Seriously, we appreciate your feedback and insight to MH. And we second the motion to draft you to be the official Marriage Heat pastor! You have deep thoughts and amazing outlook on the wonderful world of marital sexual intimacy.
We respect and appreciate you and your wife; please keep the stories cumming!!!
;-D
Thanks for another greet story ladygarden. I am sure glad you two are still young enough for the trampoline. I will be looking forward to when you two put the swing set together for the grandkids.
Mokey
Mokey–thank you for the compliment; yes we are grateful to be able to still enjoy the trampoline despite the affects of gravity on my breasts with every descent!
Your swing set comment cracked me up; would you settle for a story about our Sex Swing???
LadyGarden ;-D
Finally a story! Feels like a decade!
Yes Breanna it does seem like a decade, lol. Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience. Our stories are a labor of love and we want to make sure each one is worthy of MH readers.
Perhaps we are putting too much time and effort into them; would you prefer more frequent yet “shorter” stories? We love building the romance, putting the pieces together, and celebrating the anticipation of our female and male worlds connecting to become one in spirit and flesh.
We value your feedback; what say you?
LadyGarden
I just love you guys stories. They’re so creative and inspiring. I keep rereading them. I can’t wait for the next one! 🙂
Another classic panty wetter! Great job ladygarden my dear friend. Wouldn’t have expected anything less. God bless and keep you and your family. Of course, stay horny!
GG, thank you for putting a huge smile on my face; I love how you describe things. “Another classic panty wetter!” Only you could pen that phrase and make it erotic, LOL
Glad it brought you joy and happiness and that it was two finger/Mr. Jolly worthy! Bringing joy to MH readers, especially you GG, brings a special smile to my face.
Thank you for being my friend and for your faithful support; we appreciate you very much. Now if only we could come up with a tag line half as good as yours!!!
LadyGarden ;-D
Wow! Great story! Makes me want to go buy a trampoline! I would love to see my wife naked on a trampoline. And what a great way to break in the new trampoline…naked and sex on it. Hot!
Hi…I’m embarrassed to post but I am finally speaking out because this one really got to me. Btw, this is pretty long of a reply. I am a divorced mom of two who totally loves the Lord. I have always “struggled” with masturbation (mostly at night when bored/lonely) and the only way to really satisfy myself was to watch porn. Long story short, one night I googled Romantic love making or true love lovemaking – something like that and MH popped up. I was immediately intrigued and could not BELIEVE this was really a Christian marriage storytelling site. I was sooo tired of watching nonchristian sex and experiencing so much shame and guilt after watching it. Well, Not only did I find something that felt less wrong to satisfy myself with, but I have read the post/blog about masturbation that really really helped me lose a lot of the shame I have felt. I also just read the Easter special by the one you call your official/unofficial pastor. AMAZING!! Thank you!
The reason i am responding to this story by Ladygarden is because I cried when I read this. My ex husband had several affairs throughout our marriage and I stayed until I really heard God say I could go. It was hard and it still is because I so badly wanted to keep my family together – he said he did too but he never did the real work of surrendering everything to our God. Anyway, because he began cheating very early on in our marriage I really felt safer just pleasing myself, but I always made myself available for him. Even after our divorce we remained civil most of the time and felt like best friends since we’ve grown up together practically. This led to hopes of reconciliation on his part and some mine. We were set to get remarried 4/4/14 because he appeared to be a different man, one who loved and sought after God but again I was blindsided. He wasn’t any different and was still living multiple lies.
When I found myself seeking out videos to masturbate to I would cry when finished because I just wanted to feel real love that i imagined existing in Christ-love marriages. So, I really tried to stop this habit altogether, cause it just made me sad. But, tonight as I read your story, Ladygarden, I cried because of how beautiful that love is and how good God is to give each and every one of you that love for one another monogamously!!
I loved so much, and reread the last 5 paragraphs a few times! Love the way you put God, marriage and the beauty of natural love that took work to keep together but is lasting because of it! And because God is in it. I cried happy and hopeful tears as I cried out to myself, ️Amen, Ladygarden!! ️AMEN!!!
Thank you, MH peeps for letting me share in your love stories. It gives me some hope that marriages can and do last with God and they are passionate. I pray God has that for me. Thx for reading if you did:)
Anonymous Single/Married to Jesus:)
Dear sweet Anonymous Single, thank you for taking the step of faith and sharing your testimony! I’m rather new to the Marriage Heat site too but it amazes me how many people find restoration and hope and healing in their heart and soul through this site (I have found all of it here myself too) – without a shadow of a doubt, God is moving big time here through His people. We lovingly sharpen each other and encourage each other and make each other better by being there for one another in the community. This is what I’ve witnessed from being on here.
I’ve struggled big time with shame and being embarrassed, so I know that posting the comment was a bold step to take for you, and I believe God is very proud of you for fighting through your challenging journey with Him the way you do. I do want to send some words of love and encouragement to you. God is the Rewarder of those who seek after Him, and your heart is firmly set on Him. Rest assured that He promised to make everything work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose – and that’s you. God will give you beauty for ashes! He is a God of complete restoration. He will fill you with His joy and take pleasure in giving you what your heart longs for. He will be with you every step of the way and make everything beautifully, abundantly new. He rejoices over you. Be confident in the hope you find in Him because this hope He gives you is sure as a rock and fully alive. Hold on to the hope He sets ablaze in your heart because He is faithful to His Word. Big blessings on you, dear!!
I know that the hearts of many were touched by your words here Anonymous Single! God bless you!
Dearest Anonymous Single–thank you for your beauty, honesty and tenderness. What a special loving woman you are.
You brought a tear to our eyes too; your spirit of kindness, longing for marital passion, forgiveness and trust in God. I mean, who among has has not turned to porn in moments of loneliness, defeat and desperation.
I know I have.
And God is good, He wants you to be happy and complete. He will provide a Christian soul mate to you in His time, even if it is not right now. He gave us the gift of us sex for many reasons, and certainly there is no harm no foul to your pleasuring yourself. I am so sorry your man treated you that way, he did not and does not know what he is missing, And as the special person you are–you forgave him and have remained cordial with him.
Im not sure I would have the same compassion and grace-which is a tribute to your walk with Christ and obedience to His teachings.
We are so deeply humbled by your raw honesty and vulnerability. Please know MH is a very safe place–no need to ever hold back or feel embarrassed.
We dont know you–yet we love you and respect you.
Our stories celebrate God’s gift of marital passion and play, we never intend to make anyone cry or become sad. Please forgive us, yet know it means alot to us that you read the last five paragraphs several times. Honestly, that is a big reason why we have not posted in a while, it is very difficult and time consuming to write our stories. We love doing so, yet as the saying goes “Life gets in the way.” We confess to also worrying if the next story will be “up to par” for what MH readers expect.
We apologize, that is pride too.
Lord bless you–you are always welcome to share in all of our love stories, welcome to the family!
LadyGarden
Thank you and you are welcome
I appreciate you humility about being “up to par”. All I can say is that if this is a golf analogy – you have a lot of strokes yet to waste! I also can appreciate you time need, too. I had not written anything in months due to also being busy. Bless you! LH
Sounds like a lot of fun, ladygarden! And welcome back, so glad you posted again. 🙂 Hope everything is well with you!
Anon Single, thank you for sharing your story, it made me tear up. Marriage and sex are such close topics to my heart, I pray you healing from the hurt you’ve had to deal with. God bless you!
Blondie, thanks for commenting and welcoming us back. We have missed the MH family. Our story seems to personify John Michael Montgomery’s 1990s classic:
“Life’s a dance, you learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow, don’t go worrying bout what you don’t know. Life’s a dance, you learn as you go.”
Thank you Blondie for your encouragement and all you do for the MH family!
LadyGarden 😀
Whew! I have no trampoline or gymnastic ability, but in my imagination…..I could picture doing this. I’m sure any husband reading this can picture their wife providing this entertainment.