We banged on a bike trail [MF]

It was a warm summer night on a Tuesday or Wednesday. I mean… we’re married (31M and 27F). Exciting for us is usually diving into a bed of sheets and blankets, pretending we intend to watch a movie, chatting, exchanging massages, sometimes leading to vanilla sexy times that wouldn’t impress anybody but ourselves, never watching a movie, and then passing out in a puddle of cuddles on the bed. It’s not exactly /r/gonewildstories material, but hot damn it’s awesome for us! At that point though, we had been through a lot on a personal level for a few weeks.

Going out was exactly what we needed, and my wife Estelle was – and still is – an amazing woman to have holding your hand. She’s tall, strawberry blonde, and pretty fit from years of dancing. She could have gone pro if her parents had been a little more neurotic and her boobs weren’t threatening to bump her up from a “c” to a “d-cup”, but I’m the beneficiary of every curve on her body. She was wearing a dress that she bought on a trip to South America back in college, and it showed her off beautifully.

I can’t honestly say that I compare to Estelle, but she insists I’m a 9. A little over six feet, messy brown hair, stubble beard, Irish hazel eyes, and a decent body from riding my bike and climbing as hobbies. I’m probably a basic-Millennial-man-bitch, but hey. It keeps me in good shape and gets me most of the adrenaline rushes I’m looking for.

Back to the date, everything was just clicking. Food was great, music was vibing, and we weren’t ready to head home after the restaurant bill was paid. The sun had been set a little over a half hour before Estelle laced her fingers in mine and we started meandering into some swanky neighborhoods. It’s the kind of place that’s fun to walk down and admire, but I doubt we’d ever be able to live there. My hands found opportunities to wander from time to time, and on one occasion it received cheers from a car full of teenagers passing by.

She blushed. I kissed her because she’s cute. But when we had the opportunity to wander our way onto a more secluded bike trail that winds through the neighborhood, we took it. After another 15 minutes of casual strolling and occasionally making out, we realized that absolutely nobody had passed us at any point. It was close to 10pm in the middle of the week.

I playfully danced with her on the trail, taking advantage of the seclusion in an otherwise very open and public place. It didn’t take many moves for me to land behind her, her ass pressed against my now rapidly growing cock. I kissed her shoulder. Her neck. I grabbed fistfuls of her dress before she turned her head to kiss me back.

The electricity was breathtaking, and we both knew it had to happen right then and there. I reached under her dress and hooked my fingers around her panties, pulling them off in one fluid motion before stuffing them in my pocket. I unbuttoned my pants and have my now throbbing cock pressed against her pussy before either of us had any time to really consider just how exposed we were. Estelle was absolutely soaked, and I had no trouble sinking my cock straight to the hilt inside of her.

It wasn’t going to last for more than a few minutes, both out of necessity and because of how fucking hot the situation was. I bent her over, dress hiked up over her hips, thrusting into her with the only goal of reaching a timely climax. I think we both struggled to keep our moans and heavy breathing to ourselves. As intended, it didn’t take long. I whispered into Estelle’s ear, “I’m about to cum.” She didn’t let up, pushing back against each of my thrusts until I erupted inside of her. I staggered backward for a moment before we both came to our senses again. I quickly shoved my still swollen cock back into my pants and zipped up (I’m not usually a marathon man… but in the right circumstances it just won’t go down without a second fight!). Estelle let her dress fall back to its original position, and I put my arm around her as we made our way back to our parked car.

Maybe 2 minutes after we cleaned up, two bicyclists came zooming around the corner ahead of us. They’ll never know the show they missed.

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