And still, it snows. Not as heavily as initially, but enough to fill in and blur the edges of yesterday’s footprints. Enough to cover the bird tracks, and enough to give the world a fresh untouched feel to it.
Standing in our lounge, bedecked with Christmas decorations and a log fire crackling away, a cup of hot chocolate clasped in both hands, not for the first time, I offer up a silent prayer of gratitude for my circumstances in life. Between my dad teaching me about stock market investing, and my business ventures, I am doing, as they say, ‘very comfortably’. Emily, my gorgeous wife is…er…was a globe trotter in her field, spending seven to nine months touring the world lecturing. All that has finished now, and for a while, she is not working on anything while she decides what her next project will be.
As I stand there, gazing out onto a picture-perfect vista of the perfect winter wonderland, I feel a pair of arms encircle my waist from behind. I don’t need to look round to know it’s Emily. She pulls off something miraculous. She whispers, “Come with me.” In my ear. Can a whisper be heavily pregnant with sexual desire? If so, how? I don’t know, but I shiver at the weight of pure lust in those almost silent words.
She leads me by the hand through the doors that lead to the courtyard. I’m hardly dressed for the great outdoors and the cold seems to nip at my nose…and my nipples. Emily leads me across to the stables. At least here it’s warm. The horses snuffle and shift in their stalls at our presence, and they get the obligatory nose rubs and a carrot each from the sack in the corner. But Emily clearly has other ideas. She leads me into the tack room in which our saddles bridles and other riding gear is kept, and there are some bales of hay in there too. She pushes me up against them and I bend at the knees, ending up on my back with Em on top of me.
She holds my face in her hands and kisses me deeply, sensuously and lovingly, but there is an edge to it, a golden thread of pure lust. It’s not hot in this room, but then it isn’t cold either. I can see the snow on the window panes and even see outside a little. It looks beautiful out there, and it feels beautiful in here too.
Emily undoes my jeans and pulls them off me. Of course, I’m already wet for her. I was since she wrapped her arms around me indoors. She kisses down my body, over my thick jumper and she makes me gasp as she kisses my panties right over my clit. I gasp with anticipation as she pulls the material to one side and exposes my wetness to her lips. She kisses me once, twice, three times, four times, before allowing her tongue to press between my labia and inside me. I am pouring girl cum. Her tongue finds my clit, and I begin to climb the staircase to orgasm.
In my head I desperately feel the need for penetration, and Emily, attuned to me as ever does her party trick. Two fingers in my vagina and her fourth finger deep in my bum. I cum almost instantly, crying out her name with each wild, almost painful yet ecstatically pleasurable contraction. Emily knows how to keep them going with little movements, or the expanding of the two fingers in my hole. She keeps me cumming until I can barely stand anymore.
I reach for her and pull her up my prostrate body. I smell me on her lips and I want her. I want her taste and scent more than I want my next heartbeat. She knows. She always knows. She kneels on her hay bale, straddling my face. She too is soaking wet. I pull her panties aside. Nature blessed me with a longer than usual tongue. I press it deep inside her, making her moan loudly. Tongue-fucking my wife is one of the greatest pleasures in my life. I reach up under her top and to my delight, I find her bra-less. Emily is more endowed than I am…but then, who isn’t? She also likes just the right amount of pain, so I squeeze until her nipples stand firm. Then it’s time for my party piece. I draw my fingers oh, so slowly together until they are almost about to fall off the end of each pointy nipple. When there is only the smallest amount of nipple between my fingers….I apply pressure…slowly, agonizingly slowly….until…..just as I reach the maximum squeeze….she cums onto my probing tongue and into my waiting mouth. She throws her head back and moans loudly as she cums.
She flops down on me and we just hold one another, breathing in each other's warmth and scents until we realise for the first time, how cold we are. We run, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls, hand-in-hand back to the house and the log fire. I don’t even bother to put my jeans back on.
We both smell of sex, but we make no attempt to change clothes or even wash our hands and faces. Dani walks in with refills for our hot chocolates. She’s no fool, she knows exactly what we’ve been doing, and the ghost of a smile plays about her lips.
She leaves us locked in one another’s arms…..somewhere, way off in my head, I wonder what she is going to do now?
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