Right. So it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything since life has been going at a steady pace. Not a bad thing but we haven’t done anything crazy or really noteworthy in a bit until Sunday (may 29). Plus I got my nipples pierced a month and a half ago so they’re still pretty sore from time to time. Keeps him from going berserk on me. They do look great though. We were up early for a Sunday because we were having people over to swim, grill, and hangout for Memorial Day. Pretty standard stuff. My husband is what I’d call a “doer” meaning he doesn’t say he should do something, he’s getting up and going do it. So Sunday morning at like 730, he washed his truck, both of my cars, and was about to pressure wash the back patio. He’s that kinda guy.
It’s about 9 when I walk outside to see if he ate anything and he’s already drinking, shirtless, blasting Pantera, and looking extra veiny from that Louisiana summer heat. Just the way I like him. He sees me walking up, I’m not looking my best since I just woke up, but he gives me this up and down look like he’s checking me out and does that eyebrow raise thing. Being very obvious with it. He kissed me like a dozen times all over my cheek and neck being very flirtations, I asked if he was hungry and he said yeah. We discussed what we wanted and as I turn around to walk off he grabs me by my hips and bites me on the ass. He said “you’re the appetizer” and starts kissing me on the neck. Again, I’m not looking my best. I just woke up, I’m wearing one of his shirts, some boy shorts, and my hair is just up in a ponytail.
Well, his hand finds it’s way down my pants and onto my clit, combined with the neck kissing and overall flirtations attitude, I reciprocated with a subtle little moan. But, it’s broad daylight and the garage doors wide open. The only thing blocking us were the cars in the driveway. If you looked at the right time while walking down the street you could potentially see us. Didn’t even phase him. He’s biting on my earlobe and says “let’s have a quickie right here.” I said people can see us and he said “it’s my backyard, I can fuck my wife in it.” I was convinced and pretty horny from all the vagina rubbing. I said ok but it has to be fast. I was already off my feet and bent over the shelf with a socket wrench between my titties.
My pants are around my thighs, his hands are all over my ass as he drops to his knees and gives me a few good licks to make sure I’m ready. There’s a few pictures of us that he keeps pinned to the wall in there, and it’s actually a really good one of us at the beach. He’s sitting between my legs leaning against me with his arms around my neck kissing me on the chin. Very cute stuff. So I’m looking at that reminiscing while getting my vagina licked. Needless to say, I’m wet and ready. He’s wearing some board shorts since we’re swimming anyway, he pulls his dick out, I feel him rubbing the tip from my ass downward until he begins to push in. That first push in is always breathtaking. After 4 years of sex with this maniac it still knocks the wind out of me. Once we’re pressed together and he’s completely inside of me, he began thrusting to the sweet sounds of Pantera’s by demons be driven. Appropriate.
I thought, wow, we’re really doing this. My shirt comes off so my bare tits are resting on top of all his tools. He gets a handful of one pressing me up against him while still pushing up into me. Steady deep thrusts. I’m getting every inch of him. Literally. I can feel him in my stomach. His lips and tongue are all over my neck, earlobes, cheek, shoulders, just everywhere. I feel tingly all over. Like we’re teenagers again sneaking off to go make out. It was oddly romantic and passionate in a very unromantic venue to a very unromantic soundtrack. My hand makes it’s way down between my legs while he fucks me from behind, then he starts doing that thing where he comes all the way out to the tip, then crashes down into me for maximum leg shaking effect. It’s almost too much. I know he loves being able to take me out at the knees with just his dick. Power move.
He slid a bar stool over so I could put my leg up to give us a little position variety. All of this has taken place in a span of maybe 3-3/12 minutes. Not long at all. With me rubbing myself and the deep penetration, I’m not far from going off. I told him don’t stop, not that he could hear me, but I guess he got the message from me dripping down both of our legs that I was about to cum. He started fucking me a lot faster with that same deep intensity and within 10 seconds I liquified over the shelf. It was just that bar stool and my husband keeping me on my feet. Man I crumbled. 4 minutes ago I was going make French toast, now I’m bent over my husbands tools topless getting fucked. Pretty fantastic Sunday morning.
After I finished cumming, he turned me around, stripped my pants off so I’m fully nude, and gets between my legs. I’m sitting on the bar stool leaning against where I was just standing. I’m a little lower than him so his dick is in my chest like he’s holding me a gunpoint, but he’s determined to make it work. I’ve got my arms holding me steady on that same shelf and he grips me under and around my thighs. My ass is off the stool, he lines up and slides back into me. Fuck that felt so good. His body is flawless. Every muscle, every vein, every striation is flexed and inflated. He looks like an action figure. I could talk about it all day. But I won’t…
Now that he’s got his entry angle, I end up sliding further and further up until I’m sitting on the shelf I was bent over a minute ago. Talk about sturdy. Pretty sure a have a socket or two between my ass checks because the others were rolling around when he slammed into my pussy hard enough. He’s having the best time. This is pure romance to him right now and I’m oddly into it. I loved the immediate need to be with me. That almost boyish infatuation he has with me. Like he’s too shy to say something. It’s so cute and cutes not how it ended up. Synonymous, but a different, more carnal adjective than cute.
I want him to cum now. I’m ready for it. Plus I have a bunch of fruit I was in the middle of cutting up and it’s all over the counter. I reach down and grab the base of his cock just enough so it’s like I’m also jerking him off. He. Loves. That. Turns him into an animal. I just like that I can get a hand on him and he still has enough dick to give me. Once I got my hand on him I thought to myself, wow, I’m really really wet. Butt naked in my garage having sex to pantera does it for me apparently. I can see he’s close. Once those abs start tightening up and those dick flicks start happening, I gotta get ready. I asked him where he wants to cum. I had to shout it, but he looked me in the eye, kissed me, then kissed my chest all over. I assumed he wanted to cum in my mouth as per usual, so I got ready to slip off the shelf and suck him down.
I’m ready for it. I love how much and how hard he cums. It’s unreal, and in the moment it’s surreal. I honestly think he could shoot about 10 feet. So he’s still pounding away when that point of no return signal goes off. He reaches down and gets ready. 3 2 1 he pulls out, I drop down to wrap my lips around the tip and knock it back when he grabs the side of my face with a handful of my hair to stop me. I thought I did something wrong at first but boy was I wrong. He told me “lean back and get ready.” I LOVE instructions. Love it. Unbelievably hot. My chest is perked out and ready for impact. I’m watching him stroke that huge fucking thing with that veiny arm of his. My eyes are wide open, probably a bad idea, but they are. I’m stoked. I could watch him jerk off literally all day. It’s so fucking hot. I don’t even need him to touch me, I just wanna watch.
Sorry, getting off topic. So, his body tightens up from head to toe and I swear it looks like he’s about to explode in a literal sense. Every vein in his body surfaced as his eyes closed and that first fucking gallon splattered me across the tits and neck somehow missing my hair. I’m watching in awe. It was so rapid and powerful. He could’ve put my eye out. I had to be on guard after I got shot in the mouth and chin, but the rest got me all over my body and thighs. It looks like I was covered in watered down paint. He’s breathing like he just ran home and I’m squatting down drenched all over in more ways than one. He’s all red and breathing through his teeth then asks “you still gonna make us French toast?” I mean yeah, I gotta rinse off first. Can’t have any jellyfish on our kitchen floors, especially on my new runner. That’s just irresponsible.
So yeah, we had a insanely hot quickie in my garage, I got blasted across the tits, then we ate some French toast and went swimming. Ideal Sunday, I know. Happy Memorial Day to us I guess.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v2vgzp/fm_memorial_day_party_quickie_in_the_garage_left