My wife and I have been talking about our sex life a lot lately. While we are super passionate about each other, some of the adventure has dwindled. We used to fuck in my old office all the time but now we never do. Every time we would go out with friends, we would find a way to slip off into a bathroom stall with each other, but now it’s very rare that we find the time to do that. That’s part of the reason why I wanted to start this Peeperz series. I think that it will motivate me to come up with new and exciting places to add to my Fuck It List if I am also writing about them and sharing the info with you.
This weekend, we went to a sculpture garden. It’s basically an outside museum on acres of land with statues placed sporadically about. When the weather is nice, it can get pretty crowded, but since it had been raining on and off, we basically had the whole place to ourselves. At one point, there was a winding path that lead to a lake. There were statues of people picnicing, fishing and enjoying the nonexistent sunshine while they were frozen in time. We sat down on our sweatshirts and snuggled with each other enjoying the view.
“I don’t think anyone is around, do you?” she asked me.
I listened, like really listened, for a few minutes and said, “No, I don’t hear anyone walking around at all.” For a few more minutes we sat still waiting to hear a twig snap or voices coming towards us on the path.
We smiled at each other and she winked as she stood up and sat back down behind me. She kissed my neck gently at first, then biting hard enough to make my breath catch. Her hand slid into the top of my dress, popping one of my tits up and over my bra. I felt completely exposed and turned on. She pulled at my nipples and continued working my neck while I pulled my dress up over my knees and positioned my fingers inside my panties.
I know you Peepz are aware, but I can cum fairly quickly, especially if I’m masturbating. My ears were on alert and my eyes were darting all over the place, by I was totally focused on the building wave of pleasure that we were both creating in my body.
“Pinch them harder,” I begged her.
She twisted my nipples in between my fingers as I ran circles around my clit with my wrinkled fingers. I was soaked and sure that there was a puddle forming on our makeshift blanket.
When the orgasm came, it was quick and intense. My wife held her grip on my tits until she knew that I had experienced enough. I leaned back into her and purred a thanks.
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