My Wife's Hands

A few years ago we were camping on the west coast of France.  The campsite was very pleasant and well laid out.  Each pitch was surrounded on three sides by a tall but thin hedge, which gave at least the impression of some privacy.  The fourth side was open to the access road. Summer time, baking hot. I lay in the hammock, sipping from a bottle of beer and reading a book.  My wife sat beside me in a lounger chair, sipping a glass of wine and reading.  Ella is a very touchy-feely character, pretty and well-proportioned with short black curly hair and a lovely body, nothing oversized or undersized, just very nicely put together.  I was wearing just a pair of loose shorts; Ella was looking great in shorts and a T shirt. Gradually the heat and the peace got to me.  I finished my beer and began to doze, my book falling down to my chest.  After a while I became aware that Ella was gently caressing my shin.  It felt great in a dreamy, mildly erotic way.  Her stroking of my leg was very gentle, almost absent minded as she carried on reading her book.  Once again I started to drift off, now in a gently erotic haze. I was dreaming.  I dreamt that the hand on my leg wandered down to my foot, tickling my toes.  Then it crept back up my shin and on up my thigh then slowly under the leg of my shorts.  Mmmm, sexy dream! Don’t know how long it took but I gradually awakened to the realization that this was no dream.  I looked over.  Ella appeared to be still engrossed in her book, but her hand was still slowly but determinedly burrowing up inside my shorts.  “Go with the flow” I thought, and relaxed, giving her free rein.  Have to say she took her time, and I could feel that my cock was definitely waking up and taking notice.  Ella must have taken a good ten minutes, her fingertips gently stroking up and down, but the trend was always up, until finally (FINALLY!) she tickled the underside of my balls, just once.  Her hand continued the caress but now it was working in reverse, going back down by inches until it was free of my shorts and fondling my knee. Ahh, that was nice, I thought.  Ella lifted her eyes from her book and looked at me.  “Did you enjoy that?” she asked. “What do you think?” I replied.  “You’ve got me hard as a rock.  We’ll have to do something about the state of my poor cock”. “Calm down, buster.”  she said.  “We’re out in the open here.  Can’t have an audience while we get down and dirty.  Maybe later, after dinner, OK?”  With that she stood up out of her chair and disappeared into our tent.  I thought, that was a nice half hour or so.  Pity we didn’t get any further.  I decided that when she came back I would return the compliment, see how she liked being fondled in public.  Then Ella came back out, a beer in one hand and a bottle of lotion in the other.  And she was topless!  Immediately my cock twitched its interest.  Did she want me to massage her with sun screen?  That would be nice!  But no.  She passed me the beer, reversed her chair so she would be facing me when she sat down.  She would also be facing the access road outside our pitch but that thought didn’t seem to cross her mind.  She sat, reached across and stroked my cock through my shorts.  Then she undid my waist button, pulled down the zip, reached in and grabbed my cock.  That’s when I noticed that the lotion she’d brought out wasn’t sun screen, it was baby oil!  By gum that felt nice, but it was not enough to satisfy her.  “Come on” she said.  “Get ‘em off.  Let the dog see the rabbit!” “What the heck” I thought.  “does she really want me stark naked in full view of anyone passing?” “Come on, come on” she said.  “You want a wank.  Your cock is stiff.  What are you waiting for?  If you want me to wank you, the shorts come off!”  Very hesitantly I pushed the shorts down to my knees.  At the same time I pushed myself up towards one end of the hammock, raising my head and shoulders above the level of my waist and legs, giving me a better view of Ella’s hand and what it was playing with. “Not good enough!” said Ella.  She stood up, moved around, pulled my shorts off my legs, then tossed them in through the opening of the tent. So there I was, stark naked with a full erection.  She took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other.  Those magic hands with their scarlet painted nails that were always such a turn-on for me.  Gently she started work, spreading a liberal handful of baby lotion onto my cock and scrotum then beginning a featherlight rhythmic up and down motion, both hands in sync with each other.  Heaven!  She continued this for several minutes then began to ring in the variations.  First, one fingertip lightly rubbing the frenulum, that exquisite sensation spot just below my cockhead.  Almost too pleasurable to bear!  Then I sensed her other hand, one finger of which was down between my legs and reaching tantalisingly towards my ass.  I knew she’d never actually get there, but the suspicion that she might do this time was blowing my mind.  Then just to distract me the fingers on my cock started to work up the back, just barely touching with her long scarlet tipped nails.  Up they dragged, slightly uncomfortable but leaving waves of pleasure.  Up to the rim below the head, then on the head itself and over the top, pausing there to dip dangerously into the slit, giving me tiny shooting pains along with jolts of electric extasy.  Then she stopped.  She sat back and sipped from my beer.  I glanced over, trying to see if we had an audience in the pitch next door.  Couldn’t see anybody but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.  I screwed my neck round further to look out onto the access road.  That appeared to be empty as well.  I was torn between hiding my nakedness and helplessness from voyeurs and an exhibitionist urge to display my body and what was being done to it. Ell a picked up the beer bottle and dribbled a little beer into my navel.  Some spilled out, running down my belly to the base of my cock, where it divided and ran down each side of the base of my shaft, down the sides of my balls and in to my crack.  Leaving a trail of icy tingle that further inflamed my passion.  Ella leaned over and slurped up the little that was left in my navel.  She topped this up with another mouthful from the beer bottle.  Then without swallowing she leaned again and sucked up the head of my cock, without losing a drop of beer. FREEZING!  She wound her tongue around, making sure the cold beer hit as much of my shaft as possible.  Wow!  I started to shrink, then Ella’s oral ministrations began to take effect.  I was beginning to shudder and writhe in a miasma of pleasure that begged for release, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.  She pulled off and swallowed her beer then sat back and offered me the bottle again.  I was in desperate need of a cooling drink.  I reached over and fondled her luscious boobs, fingering her already stiff nipples.  Ella began work on my balls, taking them in her fingers one at a time and stroking them.  She curled her fingers and took my whole scrotum in a ring that just consisted of her sharp red fingernails, and gently added pressure.  I was on the point of coming and didn’t know how much of this treatment I could take!  Then Ella stopped, stood up and went back into the tent, leaving me gasping in a terminal state of euphoria.  A minute later she came out with a long piece of black cord; a shoelace I think it was.  She looped the cord under my balls, brought it up, crossed it behind my cock then looped it again around my shaft and back, then knotted it – tight.  This felt very uncomfortable but again it concentrated my mind on the centre of action.  She pulled the loose ends of the cord up towards my chest.  My balls were lifted up, tight and prominent.  Ella took my shaft in her other hand and began a serious, determined hand job.  At last, I thought.  This time she’ll make me come.  This time she won’t stop. But she did.  I was thrusting up with my hips, on the point, desperate to shoot and she stopped – again!  Sat back, took a sip of beer and she looked at me. “OK big boy” she said. “Ready to finish now?”  I nodded, unable to speak.  “Right” she said.  “Let’s do it”.  She undid the cord and dropped it, took my cock in her right hand, my balls in her left and began to work them hard.  Her eyes were fixed on mine but she kept glancing down to watch the performance.  One finger crept down between my legs again and hovered just short of my anus, rubbing gently. One had wrapped tightly around my shaft, pumping up and down.  This was never going to last long. THROB.  My whole body shuddered and spasmed.  From somewhere deep deep down came the first electric pulse of my orgasm.  Like a bolt of lightning it raced up between my legs, up through my balls, on up the full length of my cock to erupt mightily from the tip.  Ella’s finger rammed down onto my anus and pressed hard, sparking a second lightning bolt that followed the path of the first.  I shot once, twice, three times, four times, splattering my neck, chest and belly.  The flow continued but with lessening force, coating Ella’s hand and my cock with a liberal dose of semen.  Finally the flow dribbled to nothing, though spasms of the orgasm continued to wrack my body.  I collapsed back, looking down at the devastation she had wrought, then up at her with love and appreciation.  Later we wandered down towards the camp shop to get a pizza and a bottle of wine.  One of the young girls from the pitch next to ours was walking the other way.  “Hi Big Boy” she called as she passed, giving me a big smile.