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“Come with me!” Not a request, nor a question. She was tugging at my arm as soon as I walked through the door.There was no, ‘Hello, how was your day,’ no, ‘What shall we have for dinner.’ I had half-guessed this would happen as I came through the valley. It had been a blistering hot day, following a week of rain. In other words, your typical British summer. The Sun had set and yet the temperature reading in my car was still twenty-six degrees (Celsius, nearly seventy-nine Fahrenheit).I just about had the time to put my bag down and close the door behind me, as I was dragged back to my car. I couldn’t help grinning like the cat who was about to get the cream.“Not a word, just drive!”My dear wife, beautiful to me in every way. We had an outstanding sex life, but days like this put it into the shade. There is something about the summer, whether it be rainy days or sunny ones, that seemed to drive most peoples’ libidos up. This was the same with us, however, my wife had a little bit of unusual quirk. It was due to this, that we were now headed out to a parking spot we knew, that overlooked the valley.I pulled into one of the empty spaces. We were the only people that had driven there.“Come!”As I got out, I locked the doors and turned to her and started chuckling. Picture yourself many years ago, when you were a child desperate for the toilet, hopping from one Side Escort foot to the other. You have an idea of what my wife looked like. She could barely contain herself. Her excitement was almost becoming a physical manifestation outside her body.“Actually, there’s something I wanted to see on TV,” I opened my eyes wide as I ran past her, heading to the side of the hill.“I love you, so much that when I kill you for mentioning TV, it will be by fucking you to death.”I turned and my wife was undoing the buttons on her sundress as she walked to me. I quickly shed my clothes; I knew there was no room for preamble when this mood took her. As the dress fell from her shoulders, I was reminded of another reason I loved her. It doesn’t matter what she looked like, or how big her tits were, the colour of her eyes or hair, only that she was perfect for me. At this point, picture your perfect partner, dropping the last of their clothes and closing the final few feet to you naked. She had obviously prepared by removing her underwear at home.It really did help that we were both exhibitionists because her quirk did require us to be outside. Any other day, we would not have been overly concerned with being naked here, as you could not see much from the road. Due to the specifics of this kink of hers; it was rare that we saw other people on manavgat escort bayan foot, where ever this mood took her. She took my hands and looked into my eyes, pleading to help her again. I bent and kissed her. Our lips touching and parting; tongues moving around, fighting to get past the other.I broke our kiss and we walked hand in hand to the edge of the hill. Whenever there was a hot day after some rain, fog would settle over this valley. It was a bit spooky when you drove through. Sometimes it would be at the top and other times at the bottom, but it could settle anywhere. You could enter the valley, go through the fog going downhill and drive across the bottom with a clear view; only to ascend the other side through the same bank.We could tell cars were passing on the road, a couple of dozen yards away, by their headlights shining through the fog. Probably, most drivers were too intent on the road and the changing conditions. Even on a clear night, they probably would not notice the two thirty-somethings; walking down the hill hand in hand with not a stitch on. She was skipping alongside me until we reached the edge of the fog and then she stopped dead. Closing her eyes as we both shivered. My shivers came from my feet being wrapped in the cool damp air; hers were a combination of this and the first release Escort alanya of her anticipation.It was always the same, like a tiny orgasm rattling through her from head to toe as soon as her bare flesh touched the fog for the first time. It was almost as if this was her offering to Boreas, the Greek god of mist and fog, to thank him. Then, to ensure I was ready, she dropped to her knees which caused her to shudder again. She ran her hands up the back of my legs, leaning toward me as she pulled me to her. She kissed my pubic mound and then licked along the length of my cock. At the end, she wrapped her lips around it and pushed forward. Taking my full flaccid length was easy for her. I could feel myself growing in her mouth and knew she could feel it, as the smile spread to her eyes. Without taking my cock out, she had this trick where she made it feel like she was spiralling her tongue back and forth, around and around.I sometimes wondered if she had been a professional in a former life. Just as my knees were starting to wobble, I put my hands on the back of her head. She countered by cupping my balls, stopping all action in her mouth and looking me in the eye. Her look told me that the next action had better be letting go of her head. I let go and she pulled back, grinning.After another kiss, she took hold of my cock and tugged me forward. We descended until we were completely engulfed by the fog. I took her wrist and stopped her; stepping in behind and encircling her with my arms. I could feel her shaking in my arms and feel goosebumps beneath my hands as I stroked her arms and belly. I kissed her neck causing a moan to escape her lips.
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