The Front Porch Reunion (L)

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

I so looked forward to screwing my long-absent wife with my long-neglected cock.

It had been four months since she was last home from overseas, and I missed her fiercely. I missed talking with a woman. I missed being admired and treasured by a woman—that one special woman in particular. Above all, I missed her normally-authoritative manner that yielded to my stiff member in the bedroom or woods, or any number of locations in which we chose to have sex.

For this special time of reunion, my wife had found a secluded location on a small lake for a weekend getaway. It promised quiet and solitude, and hopefully a great many opportunities to be naked together. We were able to avoid a long drive to the mountains, as the cabin was only a forty-five-minute drive away.

It sat on a slight rise about 200 feet distant from the lake. From the driver’s seat, I looked over at my wife of forty years and smiled at her. I reveled in her returned smile, as it was mine and only mine.

My wife is a very pretty lady with short, blonde hair; beautiful, curvy hips; and a medium-sized pair of nice breasts that she often and purposefully accentuates with low-cut shirts when she is home. Some time ago, I had requested that when she was home, would she please wear lower cut blouses, so that I could enjoy looking at her cleavage when she bent over to do everyday tasks. On one occasion when she was last home, we had gone into Home Depot to pick up something, and I’d noticed men turning quickly in her direction to admire the assets on display. She was pretty much oblivious to the appreciative glances, and even some, but not all, of the muttered comments.

I was determined to hold those lovely breasts in my hands until I fell asleep, curled up behind her as she lay on her side. I imagined my soft, limp cock coming to life as it brushed against the exquisite skin of her behind—my left hand cradling her breast, kneading her nipple until it became erect, provided the remaining stimulus to erect my long-dormant friend. It rises slower than in years past, but still just as hard and hot as before. I couldn’t wait for tonight, when my wife would be purring happily and wiggling her rear end against my erection as I guided it gently between her round cheeks.

We arrived at the cabin, and paused to make sure the key worked before bringing in the few bags we carried. After unloading, we made the five-minute drive into town for a simple dinner at a local diner. Once we arrived back at the cabin, I wanted to take some time to walk down to the lake. Taking her by the hand, I led her down to the shoreline and reconnoitered the property.

I explained the exploration to her: “I want to make sure there were no neighbors near enough to be offended by two middle-aged-plus naked people fooling around by the lake.”

She turned and smiled at me, replying, “I don’t care if they are offended. This is my getaway sex weekend, and these people don’t know me, and I don’t know them, so there!”

“OK then!” I smiled broadly, my eyes dropping to her cleavage, which was just barely on display in her slightly low-cut shirt.

Returning to the porch, we settled in to enjoy the close of the day and the beginning of the night. I went in to get a glass of wine for her and a beer for me.

Coming back to the porch, I looked down her blouse again and uttered, “Delicious!”

“What were you saying?” she asked, turning her head towards me. Seeing where my eyes were directed, she made a dismissive sound. “You horny old man. How do I know that thing of yours hasn’t been straying while I’ve been gone?” she teased playfully, fixing me in her sights.

I sat down next to her, holding my hand on top of hers. “All I need is my Sweetie and the lovely twins you have right there, and I’m good to go.”

“Hmmm,” from my wife as she put her glass down and leaned forward slightly. “Please undo my bra, will you?” she asked, knowing the response she would get.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I reached behind her to unfasten the clasp. She wiggled in the way that women do when they shed their equipment without removing their outer clothing.

“Aahh, that’s much better,” she said as the garment was tossed over the back of the chair and she resumed her relaxed posture in the deck chair.

“It sure is,” I said as I saw her nipples pushing against the thin fabric.

“Just seeing if you’re still interested,” she taunted me, then turned away to toast the drawing night with another sip.

I sat quietly, enjoying the quiet and her presence. Even when we’d been 10,000 miles apart, her presence still managed to remain embedded in me, but it was so much more comforting when she was close enough to touch. As I ruminated on the idea of touching her—in all sorts of delicious ways—I felt the sticky liquid leak from the tip of my cock and begin to grow cold in my silk boxers.

I watched her as she finished her wine, and then said, “I think we should go for a swim, Sweetie.”

“Let me stretch for a bit, and then we’ll go,” she said as she stood and leaned against the porch post and railing.

I looked at her outline in the fading light and stood to move behind her. My hand cupped her round bottom possessively as I reveled in its familiar shape. Both of my hands now roamed slowly over her backside as she purred in response, leaning back into me. My hands began a slow reunion tour of her contours from east to west and north to south. I found my way up under her summer dress.

I found no panties—only the smooth, damp skin of her recently-shaved lady parts.

“Surprise,” she whispered quietly into the darkness.

“Oh, Sweetie! That’s a lovely surprise,” I whispered back as my fingers found her moist entrance and explored it.

I always love the part of our encounters where I slowly run a finger over the lips of her entrance, pausing to wonder how wet she might be, then part the soft folds to find her slick and dripping.

I held a breast in my left hand as my right cupped her sex. Soft sounds came from her as we stood on the front porch, becoming wedded together again. My finger parted her lips and entered. It met a little resistance at first, but then came the reward of soft, wet flesh as my finger sank deeply into her. Pushing, curling around to feel her heated interior, my finger became coated in her essence. I pulled it back, gliding to the top of her slit, where I was pleased to find her nub becoming firm as I circled it.

I took a half a step back and reached down to my belt buckle to shed my shorts and boxers. Taking the base of my shaft and bending it slightly downward, I moved eagerly behind her and lifted the hem of her dress to her hips.

“Wait,” she said softly, “Let’s make this easier.”

She stepped back, pulling the dress over her head, tossing it into the nearby chair. In the dim light, I could still see her clearly, and she was beautiful. I regretted the time spent away from her over the years, and vowed to treasure her in the remaining time we had together. Out on the front porch in the velvet night air, I cast my eyes over her, then quickly whisked my shirt off, joining her naked at the porch rail. She wore only a thin gold necklace and the special smile reserved only for me as she stood naked, back lit by the light I left on in the main room of the cabin. I put my hand gently on her shoulder as I turned my exposed wife to face away from me. Her hands resumed their place on the railing.

My eyes had seen the goose bumps arising on her breasts before I turned her. Now, as I reached out to claim the taut flesh of her breasts, the bumps grew, multiplying as my hands closed over them, fingers teasing her nipples. Releasing one breast, I reached down to hold the base of my shaft, tilting it slightly downward as I directed the dripping cock head between her legs.

“Ohh, Honey,” she whispered, “I’ve missed that cock of yours! Are you going to fuck me right here out on the front porch where somebody might wander by and see us?” she asked almost rhetorically.

Not wanting to leave any doubt about what I wanted to do to her, I answered simply, “Yup. Right here on this porch with your lovely ass in the air. I’m going to fuck you properly, so you better get a good grip on that railing.”

“Hmmm,” she purred as my throbbing shaft glided over her pussy. “I’m drippy wet, Honey.” That let me know that she couldn’t wait for my thick shaft to enter her.

I was in no hurry on this night, as it wasn’t often that my cock felt this hard and full, straining my flesh. It felt good to be a man with a stiff cock next to this lovely woman, because there were so many things that she could do with it—like stroking my hardened flesh over her soft, wet, pliant entrance. I thought with great pleasure about the many things I would tell her to do with it this weekend, and hoping I would have the stamina to complete the list. For right now, I would be content with a simple fucking here on the porch.

I could feel her juices flowing over my cock while it moved with purpose over her swelling flesh. Placing my hands on her hips, I moaned as she reached down between her legs, guiding my engorged head into her easily.

“Ohhh, I’ve missed this,” she moaned and panted as my head continued to spread her opening further.

I could see a small trail of sweat begin to form low on her back as her hips rolled to meet my slow, measured thrusts. Her hand went back to the railing to steady herself. I steadied myself by taking a couple of quick, short steps backward, pulling her luscious ass with me, so that I could bring her opening to a more convenient level when the time came. At this angle, I could get deeper. Buried deep in my wife, I could hold my happy member in up to my balls. Rising up slightly on the balls of my feet, I could stir her pussy with my special tool, eliciting pleasurable moans from both of us. Soon after stirring the honey pot, my swollen member forced the juices to flow from her, dripping over my shaved balls.

This delicious mix made me very happy. I was honored to be the guy who got to provide this much pleasure to her.

Her moaning and heated flow dripping from my swinging balls aroused me, as I began to enter her more forcefully. When our flesh met, a solid smack could be heard going out into the night. My arousal rose as I felt my sack sway freely at first, then smack against her hungry cunt.

“Aaarrgghh!” I groaned loudly as I gripped her now-slippery flesh on her hips, thrusting faster, deeper, and enjoying every second. God, it was so wonderful to join oneself to another in this way. I felt like a Master of the Universe claiming my bride, outside in the night for anyone to see, thinking to myself, I’m claiming this beautiful woman for me!

“Are you going to cum in me, Honey, or do you want me to suck on you?” my wife asked, turning to glance over her shoulder.

I reveled in the sight of her breasts bouncing in response to my increasingly vigorous pounding of her pussy.

“You hang on to that railing, young lady. I’m having too much fun. When you feel like you would like a delivery, you just let me know, and I’ll give it to you!” I growled.

She closed her eyes and moaned, “It feels sooooo, good!”

I gripped her lovely hips harder and drove myself rapidly in and out of her. Long strokes, short strokes, I gave her everything.

“Ohh Honey! Fill me up, give it to me! Give it to me!” she groaned, arching her back and trying to get me deeper.

“Ohhh Sweetie, hang on there, I’ve got something for you!” I said as I pummeled her deeply.

I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down and try to hold my slick member within her. I felt the urge build in my loins, then my seed rushed from me, its heat making her join my moans echoing from the front porch. My wife leaned heavily on the railing, her lovely rear end wiggling in satisfaction as the last few tremors from my deeply seated member faded.

“Honey, that was a wonderful start to the weekend!” she murmured happily. “Mmmmm, I can feel your cum running out of me and down my leg. I hope you’re not done with me for the night.”

“I’d like to walk down to the lake and do a little skinny dipping,” I said as he held her tight. “And then, I’m pretty sure I’ll be ready for round two.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m ready for round two to start whenever you’re ready, Honey,” she said as she pushed back from the railing.

I felt my member slip quickly and regretfully from her as she turned to embrace me. I felt the sweat start to run down my chest, but that did not deter her from holding me tightly. I held her, and as our heated perspiration mixed, I thought to myself, I don’t think it’s going to take long to get ready for round two.