Within minutes, Chaz has them buckled and harnessed into his truck and on the way to the creek. Jane, Sarah, and Henry leave soon afterward.
By the time they're all heading down the driveway, I've got my wife bent over the patio table, my hands tugging away at her tight shorts.
When I coat my fingers with her wetness, she mewls like a kitten. "It's a good thing we put up that privacy fence when we built this house," she says.
"That's right, baby," I answer, sinking two fingers into her depth, eliciting a loud gasp from her as I swipe against her G-spot.
She yelps, and I'm pretty proud of myself that I can still make her produce all kinds of fun noises. "Jet, careful," she whispers. "The neighbors might be outside."
An evil grin crawls across my face, my fingers sliding out of her heat and finding her clit. I trace circles around it, amping her up, doubling her slick juices for me. "If you want me to keep it sweet and quiet, I will."
I stop stroking as I tug her shorts and panties down to her ankles, massaging that sweet, bodacious ass. The first attribute of hers that sucked me in.
The way she pushes her ass against me, I know she's not really in the mood for sweet. I smooth my palm over her luscious wide ass and say, "Rocket, I need to hear the words."
"I want you to fuck me hard, Jet."
"That's my girl," I reply, making quick work of unfastening and dropping my jeans and briefs. My cock springs free, and I grip it in my hand, covering it with my wife's essence.
"Can I taste that wet-ass pussy first?"
"It's your pussy to do with as you please, Captain. Take what's yours."
My mouth knows where it wants to be, and it wants to be tasting my wife from behind. Her juice bathes my lips and tongue when I spread her open and take what's mine. She's so prolific it drips down my chin. The fact that she still gets so damn wet for me after all these years is such a goddang turn-on I feel like I just grew three more inches.
"Baby, you're so wet. Like, hotel-sex wet. You don't want to be a quiet little mouse, do you?" I ask.
"No," she says, her voice cracking with need. "Please keep going. I can't stand waiting. I've been soaking wet since you stood up to that asshole for me."
I gotta take what's mine, but I also gotta take care of my woman. "That's right, because that's what real men do, they protect their family from well-meaning idiots." I slide my dick slowly but completely inside her, all the way to the hilt. She's still so hot, wet, and tight for me, and she knows how to work those inner muscles to make me ready to bust a nut in five seconds if I'm not careful.
"Keep going," she whimpers. "You know what else?"
"I do know," I say, palming her ass cheek while sliding my thumb into her crevice. When my digit hits her in just the right way, her whole body jerks, and she lets out a squeal of pleasure.
She's so fucking needy her left hand lets go of the patio table and reaches down to touch her clit while my thumb rubs her ass and my cock begins its in and out rhythm.
"I thought we'd already established that's my pussy," I grumble. "Hands on the table. You're gonna need it."
She obeys. I swear to God, the bedroom—or, in this case, bent over on the patio table—is the only context in which my wife knows how to follow orders.
My other hand reaches around to her front and slips between her pussy lips, where my fingers match the rhythm of my dick. I bend over top of her and press my face against the back of her frilly little belly shirt. This is where I typically hold on to her fantastic tits, but I'm enjoying this little change-up. Besides, that frilly top is so fucking cute I'm losing my shit.
My dick pulls out and slams back in, and she lets out a tiny shriek. "You okay?"
She grips with her pussy and rasps, "Yes. I love it. More."
Our joined rhythm continues, my cock thrusting, her pussy taking in every inch of me, my thumb stroking her sweet ass and my other hand pleasuring her clit. I feel surrounded and filled with love for this woman. The slap of skin against skin heightens my pleasure, and I'm filled with the craving of a mad beast.
I increase my speed, intensity, and thrust at her command. Soon the heat has built up so much that she's howling like a stray cat in heat and I'm banging against her like a dirty dog, complete with grunts and growls coming from some deep primal place. If the neighbors are outside right now, they're hearing this. And I don't give a fuck.
Neither does my wife. When her release slams into her, her body goes so tight and rigid that she pushes me over the edge. I spurt into my wife with the force of a thousand fighter jet engines, but I don't stop thrusting. She likes it when I keep going for as long as I can.
"Well, fuck me," she rasps, her walls tightening and releasing, taking all of my essence inside of her.
"I sure did," I say proudly, my body gradually relaxing. I keep my shaft inside her, my hands letting go to caress her back, her tits, her arms, and her ass. "I sure did fuck my wife but good."
Finally, I slide out and turn her around, gripping her against my ribs and planting kisses against her mouth and neck, burying my hands in her hair.
I love this part. I love the part where I've had my way with her, wrung her out, her body limp, her face a haze
