This is chapter 2 in a series of stories about a young couple whose sex life is limited to separately enjoyed porn and masturbation and their struggle to achieve a more balanced sex life. It is recommended that the reader have read the prior chapter to maintain continuity. Material in italics describers a character’s fantasy.
After a nearly sleepless night Gabe rose, showered, dressed, and ate his morning cereal just as he did every work day. As he and Keena sat at the breakfast table turning the pages of their local newspaper he had even less to say than he did most mornings. When Keena commented on something she saw in the paper that she thought Gabe would find of interest he responded with “hmm,” or “you don’t say,” or something equally non-committal.
Gabe had a much more significant problem on his mind than anything in the morning paper, but he certainly wasn’t comfortable sharing it with Keena. The problem was Keena, Gabe’s wife of several years who he viewed as living on a moral pedestal. She had fallen off the pedestal the prior evening as Gabe secretly watched her lying nude and masturbating on their back porch, seemly indifferent to whether their neighbors could watch her. Being far from pure himself, Gabe had masturbated himself to a huge orgasm as he watched Keena.
Keena on the other hand, had slept soundly, enjoying a couple of erotic dreams that replayed her prior day’s debauchery (which included more than just the back porch masturbation) in a most satisfactory fashion. That’s not to say that Keena was satisfied with her sex life. She wanted Gabe, who seemed to display no interest in sex, to come to life sexually so they could engage in all the lewd activities she enjoyed watching on the internet. However, she had enjoyed her new found flair for exhibitionism. A part of her still preached her religious guilt about all of this, but she was learning to savor her ability to enjoy her lust in defiance of the guilt. She wanted Gabe to join her but she wasn’t about to abandon her new found sex life for Gabe, or more properly, for what she thought Gabe was. Keena like Gabe lacked any understanding of her spouse’s sex life and prurient interests. And like Gabe, she lacked the courage to simply talk to him about the problem.
As soon as Gabe finished his cereal, he rinsed the bowl and put it in the sink, put his suit coat on, picked up his brief case, and kissed his wife good bye for the day with a peck on the cheek. Within minutes he was out the door and driving away from home. But Gabe wasn’t headed for his office. He planned to take the morning off to try and give his problem some serious thought.
Gabe knew he couldn’t focus on his problem in the office where people would be interrupting him all day long. He drove to a local Starbucks where got himself a Venti coffee via their drive-thru (he had a Venti size problem). Then he proceeded to a city park. It was a beautiful place, the jewel of the city’s park system. It lay on two sides of a small river that ran down out of the mountains and through town. The area where Gabe was parked was the main access point. It had a large grassy picnic area and a big playground plus a parking lot. On weekends this part of the park would be very busy with families enjoying time in the open air, but at this hour on a weekday the park would be empty. He could sit undisturbed on a park bench and think. Leaving his suit coat and necktie in the car, Gabe walked to a picnic table and sat staring at the trees that covered the steep hillside that fell away from the picnic and playground areas to the river in the gulch below. There were trails through the woods that led down to a steel bridge crossing the river and then up the other side of the park. There was also an access point from the top of the ridge on the other side, but it was merely a narrow trail between two homes in the neighborhood where Gabe and Keena lived. That side of the park was rarely used.
Gabe was totally dissatisfied with his sex life. I married the most beautiful, kindest, sweetest girl in the world, and she was brought up just like me to think sex is something you limit as far as possible, he thought. He shook his head and sipped his coffee. When we were first married we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We weren’t very creative, because we had been raised to believe anything beyond a quick missionary hump under the covers in the dark was wrong. But, as time passed I realized there was a lot more to sex than that quick missionary hump and I wanted more, so I started using the internet to see what I was missing, and it was a lot. Gabe didn’t feel any real guilt about no longer subscribing to the restricted sexual values he had been raised with. His view was, “I am what I am,” and “I’m fine with it.”
The problem was Keena, he thought. I’ve always thought of her as the sweet, innocent girl I married and I can’t bring myself to ask her for the things I’ve come to want–so perverted by the standards Keena and I were raised with. If I ask for a blow job or try to eat her pussy, or tell her I want to try mutual masturbation, or anal sex, she will be shocked. God forbid if I wanted a threesome or to try swinging. She would probably leave me if she ever found out what twisted tastes I have. So all I can do is go to bed early and watch other people do these perverted things on the internet while I masturbate. I haven’t been happy. I want to do these things with Keena, but I am afraid to even ask. It’s gotten so bad I don’t even want to start a basic sex session anymore for fear I’ll get carried away and try something that would outrage her puritan upbringing. The result is all I do is go to strip joints when I travel and watch porn and jack-off when what I really want to do is…
But everything changed last night as I hid in the bath room peering out at my sweet, innocent, loving wife lying naked on our back porch, exposing herself to our neighbors while she wantonly masturbated. Am I outraged? Do I want to divorce her for being such a pervert? “Good god no,” he said aloud. The only thing I have to figure out is how to tell her that I know about her and I love her. And oh yeah, one more thing–that I am as twisted and perverted as she is. That’s all going to take some courage, he thought.
As he sat at the bench sipping his coffee his mind spun out a fantasy centered on fucking his beautiful wife on the back porch of their home. He thought of his sometimes golf partner, Arnie Roberts, who lived right behind them. Arnie had one of the dirtiest minds he had ever met. They frequently went to a strip joint near their favored golf course after a round, later complaining to their wives about how slow the pace of play had been, when they had in reality only played 9 holes and then spent the rest of the afternoon watching strippers. There was nothing Arnie wasn’t prepared to discuss, frequently telling him of the lurid sex he had with his wife, Lisa, and with others. One day, after a couple of beers, Arnie had even told him of how sexy he found Keena to be when he saw her mowing the lawn in shorts and a tank top. After that Gabe mowed the lawn for the next few weeks. He didn’t want filthy minded Arnie lusting after his pure sweet wife.
Gabe let his mind wander: If things were different he would love for Arnie to have something to lust about. He imagined sitting on the back porch as Keena mowed the lawn on a warm sunny day. He noticed as he sipped his beer that Keena had on a pair of shorts he had never seen on her. They were much shorter than anything he had ever seen her wear. At first, he thought they barely covered her ass. Keena has such a beautiful nice, plump, round ass, he thought. As he watched her mow he realized that the shorts didn’t even meet the ‘barely cover’ standard. The bottoms of her cheeks were readily visible every time she turned away to mow the next row. When she turned and pushed the mower toward him it was equally obvious that there was nothing beneath the tank top she wore to restrain the delicious jiggle of her breasts. The tank top was made of a relatively thin, ribbed fabric. Her areola and nipples were readily visible through the fabric. As he watched her he could feel his dick growing in the shorts he wore.
Of course Gabe had never seen his wife dressed in such a revealing fashion. This was all in his imagination and, until last night, he firmly believed that she would never do such a thing. Not his lovely Keena whom he viewed from afar as though on a pedestal. “Keena? Never,” he scoffed. “But… now. Well now things have changed.” Gabe took a sip of his cooling coffee and let his lurid imagination run. He couldn’t work up the courage to talk to Keena, but he could certainly imagine what his life might be like if he could have that conversation.
When she finished the mowing, Keena stopped the mower and walked up to Gabe. He could see beads of sweat dripping down her chest and disappearing behind her tank top funneled between her breasts. Her tits were jiggling deliciously, he thought. She leaned forward and reached for his beer, giving him a nice view. Beer in hand she rose and leaned back, drinking off the last of his beer. Her posture pulled the garment tight against her chest showing off her full breasts and the nipples that capped them. She knew he was watching and she held it longer than was necessary to drink off the last of the beer. Gabe felt his cock continue to grow, reaching a size and position that was becoming uncomfortable. When Keena stopped showing off her tits and was merely looking down at him he reached down and adjusted his shorts, making no effort to conceal his action from Keena. She smiled, knowing what was causing Gabe’s need for adjustment.
“Is that a new pair of shorts?” she asked. “They look uncomfortable.”
Gabe smiled in response.
“What do you think of my new shorts?” she asked. She turned, bending slightly forward, and wiggled her ass at him. “Like them?”
“Yes.” He adjusted his shorts again for his continuously growing cock.
“I thought you would.” She was standing before him with her feet spread widely and her hands on her hips.
“I bet Arnie is enjoying them too,” Gabe said with a smirk.
“Arnie? You mean your lecherous golf partner that lives behind us. He does like to watch me, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think he is upstairs looking out his bedroom window?”
“Probably.”
“Perhaps we should show him some more,” she said as she peeled off her tank top throwing it to the side. The sun glistened off the beads of sweet on her now fully exposed breasts.
Gabe’s breath caught for just a moment as he looked at Keena. Keena had full plump breasts that sat high on her chest, each a bit more than a handful with large dark nipples that were now fully engorged. “God you have beautiful tits,” he said. As he spoke, he reached down and rubbed his now fully erect cock through his shorts.
“Oh, these?” she said cupping her breasts from below and holding them out towards Gabe as she rubbed her nipples with her thumbs.
“Yes, those.”
“Do you really think Arnie is watching?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” she said. “Let him watch this.”
Keena dropped to her knees at Gabe’s feet and opened his shorts. His engorged cock popped out and she sat looking at it as she stroked it and licked her lips. Keena loved to suck Gabe’s cock. She rose up just a bit and rubbed the head of his cock against one and then the other of her breasts, letting the drop of precum that gathered on the cock’s tip stretch in a string from her nipple as she pulled away.
Gabe gasped as she dropped her head down and inhaled his cock, sucking him aggressively while she massaged his balls.
“You know he’s watching,” Gabe said.
Keena pulled back sucking hard, so there was a pop as the head of his prick left her mouth.
“Good,” she said, giving Gabe a lewd look before she returned to sucking his cock.
She sucked him for several minutes longer and then, stood stripping her shorts off so she was completely naked. Walking out on to the freshly mown lawn, she dropped to her knees, resting on her forearms with her naked ass in the air, pointed at Arnie Roberts’ house.
“Get out here, Gabe. My knees were getting sore on the patio pavement and your cock is plenty hard. Now I want you to fuck me. Right here and now on this nice soft grass while dirty old Arnie watches us.” She wiggled her ass as she spoke.
Gabe kicked off his flip flops and the shorts pooled around them and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Naked, he walked towards Keena with his erect dick, coated with Keena’s saliva so it gleamed in the sun, swinging back and forth in time with his pace. Kneeling behind her, he licked his lips as he stared at her closely shaved pussy gleaming in the sun. Grabbing her broad hips with both hands he positioned his cock beneath her pussy. Then he slid it back and forth lubing it with her juices. She gasped each time his cock hit her engorged clit.
“Stop that shit and fuck me,” Keena said. “I need your cock now. I need it filling my cunt, right now.” She reached back and positioned the head of his prick at the entrance to her cunt and he slowly forced it in.
As he entered her Gabe forgot everything except how good her warm, slippery, wet cunt felt on his dick. ” Oh god, yes,” he gasped. He kept pushing until he felt his prick reach the end and then held himself there as he squeezed her cheeks with his hands. “Is that what you wanted you slut–my big fat cock filling your cunt right out here in our back yard on a Sunday afternoon while Arnie Roberts watches us? Is that what you wanted? Maybe Lisa is watching too. She’s at least as horny as he is. Maybe they are leaning over the window sill and he is fucking her from behind as they watch me fuck you.” Gabe knew she loved it when he talked dirty to her while they were screwing. He began to fuck her, with long slow measured strokes at first, but quickly escalating into quick hard strokes that made her groan each time. He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever but he didn’t care. He just wanted to fill her cunt with his cream as his golf partner watched from next door.
Keena had reached back with one hand and was rubbing her clit furiously, realizing that Gabe wouldn’t last long at the pace he was fucking her. All that talk about Arnie was intended to tease Gabe and it had worked. He was fucking her ferociously. Within minutes he groaned and stiffened. She could feel his cock pumping stream after stream of hot jism into her cunt and that triggered her own orgasm, which was marked by a piercing cry. Finished they tipped to the side in something resembling a spooning position, his softening cock still buried in her cunt, both gasping for breath.
Gabe leaned back savoring the morning sun in the empty City park as he savored the fantasy he had just spun out. The longer he thought about the things he wanted to do to, no not to, but with, Keena on their back porch while the neighbors were perhaps clandestinely watching them, the hornier Gabe got. I can’t very well go to work in this condition, he thought, but there is no one around today so if I go off into the woods I can jack off and get myself into a condition that will let me go to the office and get some work done today. I haven’t solved my problem with Keena, but at least I will get some time to work on the problems with the tithing remittances from Little Rock (Gabe was an accountant for the church’s national organization. Keeping track of the share of tithing from the organization’s numerous local churches that was to be remitted to the national organization and properly reporting it to the IRS required a smoothly functioning accounting system which Gabe was in charge of.)
Gabe had masturbated in these woods before going to work on numerous occasions always thinking about Keena as he did so. He looked at his watch and thought, I’ve got plenty of time so I’ll go over to the other side of the river. There is never anyone over there. “I know just the place,” he told himself as he drank off the last of his coffee. Gabe stood, looked around confirming he was the only person in the park, adjusted his trousers to more comfortably accommodate his half engorged cock, and set off down a trail to the bottom of the gulch.
He came around a bend in the trail just as he reached the steel bridge that crossed the river and realized that there was a woman was standing on the bridge. He froze and stepped back behind a tree. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone else down here now, he thought. He stepped forward just a bit so he could see the woman on the bridge better and realized to his shock that it was Keena. “What is she doing here?” he asked himself.
Shortly after Gabe left for his office, Keena decided to go for a walk in the park near their home. It’s such a beautiful park, she thought, a combination of thick woodlands with paths that twisted here and there down a gentle hillside with occasional grassy glades throughout the wooded hillside. There was a slowly flowing river running through the middle of the park with an iron bridge that allowed walkers to cross over and access more woodlands trails and grassland and, at the top of the ridge above the river, a popular picnic area, a large children’s play area, and a parking lot. That side was the town’s main access to the park, but Keena’s normal access was from the other side through a narrow path that ran between a couple of her neighbor’s homes. Most of the town had no idea it was there.
Keena was fully dressed today (shorts, T-shirt, and customary undergarments), her sex drive apparently satiated, at least temporarily, by her previous day’s activities. Her purpose in taking the walk was to think about the problem she had identified the day before–Gabe; What to do about Gabe. She wandered slowly down through the woodlands until she reached the river. Standing in the middle of one of the iron bridges looking down at the slowly flowing river below her she told herself, “Really Keena, your lifestyle now is unacceptable. Sex seems to have become an important part of your life. No, a very important part. But you have a husband who seems to have lost all interest in sex.” What to do about Gabe?
She shook her head and retraced her steps through the woods heading for an open glade half way up to the point at which she had entered the park. The glade was not obvious. You had to access it by a narrow trail that wasn’t maintained by the City. This side of the park had been popular many years ago, but the development of the properties in Gabe and Keena’s neighborhood had virtually cut off access and people coming from the well-used side rarely went beyond the stream. In the center of the glade there was a picnic table, an old planked table with benches along each side, likely dating from the time before access to this side had been cut off by development. The table and it’s benches were badly in need of refinishing, but given the lack of use this side of the park received Keena understood why the City had not spent the money. Besides, she liked the relative privacy this side of the park afforded her.
Gabe’s first reaction to seeing Keena on the bridge was, “What is she doing here? Well, she does walk in this park all the time. She must have come down from the other side, but how can I get relief if she’s here?”
As he continued his internal dialogue, Keena shook her head, turned and walked across the bridge away from him starting up the hill back toward their home.
“You better follow her,” he told himself. He didn’t ask why. He just began to quietly follow her across the river and up the hill through the trees, staying well back so she would not be aware of his presence. “You know Gabe,” he said to himself, “you are stalking your wife. This is a new low for you.” Whatever, he thought. When she got about half way up the hill he saw her turn off the trail into the brush.
“What the hell? Where is she going?” he asked himself. But when he got to the point where she had turned off the trail he saw the narrow track she had taken into the brush, he carefully continued to follow her until he came to the open glade with the picnic table. I never knew this was here, he thought. Gabe walked carefully picked his way through the brush bordering the glade until he was in a well-hidden position that allowed him to look directly down the hill at Keena sitting on a bench, her back to the table and her legs stretched out before her. What is she doing he wondered.
Keena often sat here to think–usually matters as mundane as what to fix for dinner that night. Now she had more serious matters on her mind. She was totally alone in the little grassy glade and she begin to have a conversation with herself, as she had the night before on her back porch.
“Let’s think this through logically,” she said, speaking too softly for Gabe to hear.
“Sure, but remember Keena, this is mostly about sex, so logic may not be all that helpful,”
she responded to herself.
“Harrumph,” she snorted. “Logic is all we’ve got, so let’s try it. Remember, the objective is to develop a plan to… ”
“To do what?” Her other self interrupted
Keena paused. “Hmmm, first let’s define the problem. The problem is I seem to need a lot more sex in my life and the logical place to get more sex is from Gabe. He is my husband after all. But Gabe seems to show virtually no interest in having sex of any kind with me.”
“Yup, that’s the logical analysis. You want more sex and Gabe doesn’t. That’s kind of where the logic of this situation ends, isn’t it?”
“Too simple,” Keena responded. “Near as I can tell, Gabe doesn’t seem to want any sex at all.”
“At least not with you,” her other self responded.
“What? That’s outrageous. What’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing, but maybe he is getting all the sex he needs elsewhere. You don’t know what he does on those business trips. He says he’s auditing a local church’s books, but are you sure that is all he is doing?”
“Gabe wouldn’t cheat on me.”
“Whole novels have been written about the fallacy of that assumption.”
“Those are just novels. This is reality,” Keena responded.
“Well sex is the problem of course,” Keena continued. “We both know that. But let’s not go there directly. First what is living with him like? He works hard; he’s polite, he doesn’t beat me (Keena knew women whose husbands were violent when they came home drunk); he earns plenty of money; we have a nice house; he’s not cheating on me, as far as I know (Keena knew women with that problem also); he even helps with the dishes.”
She paused in her listing of Gabe’s virtues. “Hmmm. I wonder. Does Gabe have another lover? No, not Gabe. He’s so compulsively honest he would have told me about her. He even tells me when he has spilled food on a shirt and what it was.” She continued to list Gabe’s pros and a few cons. “No one is perfect after all. He certainly can’t cook, and has no interest in trying. Not too good with laundry either. When he does do the laundry he always washes and dries things on the wrong temperature settings.” She sighed as she thought about a favorite blouse he had ruined in a hot dryer. “And he drinks a bit, but of course, so do I. That seems to be a part of our religious teaching that we have let slide without conflict between us. I wish we could do that with sex.”
Her other self interrupted:”Okay, by most women’s standards he is about as perfect as a husband could get, if of course the next two points don’t matter, which they most certainly do.”
“Go on,” responded Keena
“Are you two in love? I think you were when you started, but are you now? Probably not. After several years, you are more like well suited roommates.”
“No. That’s outrageous,” Keena responded. “Of course we’re in love.”
“Hmm. Most lovers have sex and enjoy it. Have you thought of that.”
“That does seem to be the issue,” Keena said aloud. “The crux of the problem is sex.”
“Yes, that’s certainly true,” her other self responded. “Gabe just seems to have no interest in sex, and for you Keena, as you demonstrated several times yesterday, sex is very.”
“Well, all that went nicely in a circle,” Keena admitted. Sex is the problem with my relationship with Gabe. So what are my options;” she continued, “my options to deal with Gabe and his non-participation in my sex life?”
“Well, you could divorce him and find someone new.”
“That’s a very complicated process that risks upsetting an otherwise very pleasant life style. She shook her head, rejecting the idea.
“Yeah, just because you’re horny a lot.”
“Don’t be mean,” Keena said. She paused for a moment. “Yeah, I guess I am horny a lot.”
“You get admission points on the horny part,” her other self said with a chuckle.
“I could find someone to have an affair with. Hmmm like the gentleman in the beer cooler yesterday. Yes, he was very sexy; Beer Cooler Guy,” Keena said with a laugh. She felt her sex drive begin to rev up.
“Don’t go there girl,” she told herself. “You don’t think straight when you are horny.”
“An affair would be nice,” Keena said, trying to return to her analysis, “but affairs involve other people and that can be messy. What if Beer Cooler Guy has a wife?” (she couldn’t get him out of her head) “And it could lead to divorce with Gabe, which I just decided I don’t want. Messy, messy,” she told herself. “But I won’t dismiss it completely, because it could solve my problem, my itch.” An image of Beer Cooler Man played through her head. He was very handsome… and sexy, she thought. Lust was taking over. She could feel her nipples swelling and the first hint of juices flowing from her pussy.
“You could keep doing what you did yesterday,” she told herself. “Well not specifically what you did yesterday. That business of using an empty high school parking lot to get off in may have been going too far.”
“But it was exciting,” Keena responded.
“Have you no shame woman?” she asked herself.
“Not much. Not when I’m horny,” Keena responded. “And, I do seem to be an exhibitionist. I certainly do love to masturbate, especially in places where I could get caught. I’m sure there is room for lots of interesting variety, so long as I don’t get arrested or something.”
As she spoke, she let her hand slide down between her legs and begin rubbing her sex through the fabric of her shorts and the panties beneath them. “Yes that is certainly a possibility,” she said as she spread her legs to improve her right hand’s access.
Gabe couldn’t believe his eyes. Keena was starting to masturbate again, here in a public park. This couldn’t possibly be his wife. What had happened to his dear sweet and pure Keena? He felt his cock begin to grow as he watched. He reached down and adjusted his pants and stroked his growing prick as he continued to watch his wife.
“You have no shame whatsoever,” Keena scolded herself.
“Oh that’s the good part. I know when I start I am going to feel guilty when I am done, but I just can’t resist, because I want that climax so bad. The guilt just makes it hotter… and if there is a risk of getting caught so much the better. It all makes it exciting. Good sex should be exciting.”
“You are worthless,” she castigated herself.
“Just at times like this,” she responded. “Otherwise, I think I’m a good person. I go to church on Sundays; I cook good meals for my husband and keep the house neat and clean; I don’t swear;…”
“Except when you’re horny,”
“Yeah but that doesn’t count.”
‘Why not?”
“Because I do much worse things when I’m horny. Why worry about a little swearing.”
“Your logic is perverse.”
Returning to her catalog of her virtues Keena said, “I don’t drink; well not much. I don’t have sex with other people…”
“Not yet,” interrupted her other self.
Keena ignored the comments and continued to enumerate her virtues. “Yes, all in all, I would say I’m a very good person.”
“Yeah, except when you’re horny… like now,” her other self responded.
“Yeah, isn’t it fun,” Keena said. She looked around, seeing no one in sight. It was a Thursday morning and she was on the less used side of the park, away from the people who came to use the picnic area and the children’s play area. The only people that came here were her neighbors who would come on foot, but most, if not all of them, were at work on a Thursday morning–at least that is what Keena told herself.
“No, no,” her other self said. “You’re too close to home. There’s too much risk of getting caught.”
“Yes. but… ” But she kept rubbing her crotch.
“What about Arnie Roberts? He’s retired. He might be watching right now.”
“Fuck it. He was watching when I masturbated on the porch last night. He won’t do anything–except maybe jack off.” She pulled her T-shirt up and opened her front closing bra so she could massage her tits.
“You’re pretty bold Keena. Have you forgotten how wrong this is.”
“I’m pretty horny is what I am,” Keena responded. She had unzipped her shorts and now had a hand jammed down into her panties massaging her pussy. “Have you forgotten how good this feels.”
“No, I haven’t forgotten, her other self answered, her voice fading into silence.”
Keena masturbated in silence for a while leaning back against the picnic table enjoying the warmth of the sun on her naked breasts.
Gabe had pulled his fully erect cock out of his trousers and was slowly stroking it, joining his wife in her indecent conduct. He didn’t need a fantasy. It was right in front of him.
“Are you close,” her other self asked. “We need to get this done and get out of here before somebody comes.”
“No not yet,” Keena responded. “But what’s the hurry. I love to stretch this out and enjoy it.” She pulled her T-shirt off and tossed it aside along with her bra and then her shorts and panties so she was naked but for her socks and cross trainers. “Oh yes this is so nasty” she told herself. “I love it.”
Her other self was silent having given up on Keena, and simply enjoying the caressing of her tits and pussy. Guilt, fear, restraint, and responsibility had been silenced. Good Girl and Bad Girl had merged and Bad Girl was in control.
Keena lay back on the seat of the park bench with one leg on the table top and the other foot on the ground, her legs obscenely spread, her wet pussy gleaming in the morning sunshine. She groaned as she slipped two fingers into her warm slippery cunt. “Oh yes, so fucking nice. I should have brought my vibrator.”
That was when she heard a branch crack somewhere in the woods. She froze. “What was that?”
Gabe had stripped off his shirt and let his pants and boxers fall to a pool around his feet. The sun felt so nice on his naked ass. But when he tried to step out of the pool of clothes around his feet he had broken a branch. Now he stood frozen in the bushes, naked but for his gleaming oxfords and dark socks.
“You’re being watched,” her other self warned, coming to life again.
“Probably a deer,” Keena responded. “There are deer in these woods.” She had pulled her fingers from her pussy, but was now using both hands to rub her tits, lubing her nipples with the juice on her fingers. It still felt good. Her legs were still lewdly splayed exposing her to anyone who wanted to see.
“Probably that nasty Arnie Roberts. I’m sure he was watching you last night.” her other self said.
“No just a deer, and if it is Roberts, he’s not seeing anything he didn’t see last night.” Keena slid her fingers back into her cunt. She groaned and began rhythmically finger fucking herself.
She heard another branch crack, but continued to masturbate, ignoring it (or him).
After that it was silent–silent in the woods and silent in Keena’s mind. She had stopped chastising herself and was just enjoying her masturbation. She kept it up for at least fifteen minutes, occasionally groaning or softly speaking obscenities: “Oh so fucking good. Fuck Arnie Roberts if he’s there, the pervert. Fuck him.”
As she continued to masturbate she let her mind run back to Beer Cooler Guy. As she had done in the empty high school parking lot the day before she imagined having sex with Beer Cooler Guy:
It was here in this glade. She was naked, but for her trainers. Beer Cooler Guy walked into the glade. Keena was sitting on the end of the picnic table, her legs hanging down and spread lewdly. “You’re late, she told him.”
“I’ll make up for it,” he responded. As he walked across the glade he was stripping his clothes off, leaving a trail on the grass as he approached. By the time he reached her he was naked, his erect cock bobbing before him.
My god. It’s beautiful Keena thought. It’s long and thick with a beautifully shaped head and ribbed with engorged blood vessels. As good as many porn star cocks. She sat starring at the cock as he stood before her.
He stepped between her legs, the cock brushing her glistening sex. He took her face in both hands and pulled her up to him for a kiss. It was a kiss that she wanted to go on forever. His lips were soft. His tongue long and gently probing. Keena reached down with a hand and stroked the cock, using his copious precum to lubricate it. The Kiss continued.
He released her head with his hands and began massaging her breasts, lifting them, caressing the areolas, softly pinching her engorged nipples. The Kiss continued.
Keena slid her butt forward so that his cock was probing the end of her cunt. My god will he fit, she wondered? The Kiss continued.
He dropped his hands to her ass cheeks and pulled her toward him driving his cock slowly into her. The Kiss continued.
Then he was in, fully in. Keena could feel his pubic bone pressing against her clit. Oh my fucking god, she thought. I’ve never been so full. The Kiss continued.
He began to thrust, long slow thrusts at first, each one recreating the intense pleasure of his initial penetration. The Kiss continued…;
and then broke down as his thrusts became aggressive fucking… fast, and hard, his balls slapping her ass on each stroke as he grounded himself in her, his pubic bone grinding on her clit on each thrust.
He pushed her back so she was lying on the weathered table top. She was throwing her head back and forth regaling herself in the lust as he stared down at her. Her legs were in the air now, held there with her knees resting in the crook of his elbows. She could see her naked legs ending in the short white socks and trainers she still had on. There was something kinky about that. Because his thrusts were pushing her across the table he occasionally grabbed her hips to pull her back toward him. The old table rocked and groaned with each thrust. It just made the fucking better. She squealed as each pounding thrust bottomed out, her eyes wide open looking at his grimacing face. He was working to control his climax, she could tell. How delicious. She had Beer Cooler Guy, normally so calm and collected, struggling to maintain his self-control, grunting with each thrust. He was sweating, gleaming drops falling from his face to her tits.
“Cum damn you. Cum.” Then he pulled out and stood erect holding her thighs against his hips as his angry gleaming cock stood straight out on its own and begin to spurt stream after stream of white slippery cum. The cock jumped with each spurt of cum, coating her face, her throat, her tits, and, as he stood panting over her, his cock dribbled it’s last on her belly.
That was when Keena, Keena alone and naked in the Glade, not Keena in her fantasy, reached her climax, her cunt crushing her fingers and expelling them from her body along with flood of her juices. The climax was a strong one tearing through her body as she arched her back, still engrossed in her fantasy of fucking the Beer Cooler Guy. It seemed like it went on forever to Keena, as she levered her ass off the bench using the strength of her legs for each wave of her climax. She was only vaguely aware of the scream that erupted from her with the first wave of her climax, followed by guttural, animal like grunts for each successive wave, until she finally collapsed, exhausted and satiated, lying on the bench, a leg on either side and her hands draped to her sides, knuckles in the grass.
She lay there gasping for breath, her mind almost completely shut off–no thoughts of Gabe, or Beer Cooler Guy, or her fantasy. Really nothing. Just a blank slate. That was when she heard it. A soft groan, perhaps repeated. And then after a pause, a pause adequate for recovery and zipping up she later thought, a branch cracking followed by more silence, Keena sat up and looked about. Had someone been watching her? Deer don’t groan or gasp. Men do that. They do that when they climax, except for Gabe of course. He just rolled over and went to sleep.
Keena swung her legs around and sat silent in the sun, still naked but for her shoes and socks. There was no one in the glade. The woods were silent with none of the sounds a large animal moving through them would make. She shook her head to clear it. “Must have been my imagination,” she said aloud.
She slowly dressed, stretched and began her walk home. As she walked back up the remainder of the hill, feeling very pleasant and relaxed, Keena continued to consider her options for dealing with her problem with Gabe. About halfway up the hill another alternative occurred to her–Abstinence. “Yes, I could just give up on sex and become like Gabe. Sure. It’s like what they used to call the Nancy Reagan defense for drugs. ‘Just say no’.” She laughed out loud at the idea, and then said, “No fucking way. I’m not built for that approach to the problem as I just proved down in the glade. Once I start to think about sex it’s a slippery slope until lust takes over and I do something to reach an orgasm.”
“But I can’t give up on Gabe,” she told herself. “I need to at least try another time or two to seduce him before I give up and pursue one of the other alternatives. Two are out completely–abstinence, which is laughable, and divorce. I guess that leaves adultery and indulging in my exhibitionist masturbation tendencies.”
Once Keena left, Gabe stepped out of the brush into the glade, naked but for his shoes and carrying his clothes. Just as he had the night before when watching Keena on their back porch, Gabe had brought himself to a massive climax as he watched Keena masturbate in the glade. He more or less staggered down to the little park table and sat on the bench just where Keena had been sitting a few minutes before. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands and said aloud, “My god. That was the most erotic experience I’ve ever had. Standing naked while jerking my cock and watching my gorgeous naked wife spread out like a slut on this very bench seat bringing herself to a screaming climax. There was no guilt in Gabe’s mind. Just lust. He wanted more of what he had just experienced. But his problem was, how to tell Keena what his perverted mind wanted. After a good twenty minutes of agonizing he told himself he was going to go directly home and tell Keena everything–what his perverted sexual tastes were; what he had seen her doing; what he wanted their sex life to include. “Yes,” he told himself. “It’s time to get this whole sordid business on the table, come what may.” He put his clothes back on and walked quickly back to the other side of the park where he had left his car.