Second Honeymoon - Chapter 2

At the tick of 11am, I drove Karl's British Racing Green MG convertible right up to the Welcome Center at the hotel. A porter was waiting alongside Rex. They approached: Rex beaming and the porter lugging two small wicker baskets and blankets. Rex directed that the picnic hampers be fitted behind the seats. He knew one large basket would not fit. So thoughtful! Rex asked if I would need anything from my overnight bag. ?No.? Rex handed it to the bellhop and asked to drive. I did not mind. All I got was a peck on the cheek and, with the top down, off we went. Our capital city is on the smaller side, so in no time we toured the rolling hills. Below 50 mph, we could talk, so we cruised the back roads. I told Rex that Karl and I had met in college, him on an ROTC Air Force scholarship. We tied the knot following graduation. He made a career in the Air Force. I managed to transfer courses from three different schools to get my law degree. Benefit was that I could practice in several states. We talked about the strains of a lawyer doubling as a military wife. I said, ?Karl has his car, his garage, his extensive fishing gear, and his service-related groups. He is president of a retired officers association and must travel a bit.? I giggled and confessed, ?Sometimes, it is good to get away from each other.? Karl has a ?hobby? job, selling door-to-door. I know it sounds strange, but he likes to meet new people. Karl needs prove to himself that he could have made a career in a non-service related industry. I know he was never really happy in the military, but the pay was excellent. He has a good friend that helps by providing items at wholesale. Karl goes out when he is bored. He will pick a neighborhood and unload whatever his old buddy has a surplus of but he never wants to talk about what he does. It would be boring to even mention it, he says. I talked on, maybe too much. ?I have my sewing, my kitchen, my ancestry research. Karl and I share household and yard duties. Neither of us likes to garden. We have always had a pool service and maid service. almanbahis şikayet Life is good." So why am I here? As I told Rex last night, ?We do not go out enough. Karl and I both are getting a little stale.? Rex suggested that we find a quiet place for a picnic. I recalled a grassy area, with a stand of trees, north of town. Karl and I had not been there for a while. The place is secluded and not well-known. When the interstate was built, the road became a dead-end, accessible to those who don't mind an adventurous series of dips, hills and hairpin turns. I am sure teenagers use it at night, but daytime it is deserted. Rex had proved his ability to handle the MGB through the s-curves and the crowned surfaces. We took the road less traveled, even though it was dirt and gravel. I finally caught the connection between Rex?s using Karl's pride-and-joy recklessly with Rex's using me roughly as well. In a way, I might get damaged more than the car. We spread the picnic blankets in the shade under the trees. We shared one Panini and drank a whole bottle of Krug Grand Cuvee. I had never tasted a twenty-year old champagne. Rex knows his wine: he said it was the difference between fresh tuna and tuna in a can. Neither of us wanted to over-stuff ourselves, so much of the lunch we saved for later. Rex is from "out west." He said his wife passed away ten years ago and he threw himself into his work, a field that was non-existent a few years back. He lives alone: his black lab had to be put down this past December and he was shopping around for another pet, but she had to be "perfect." Rex had a concern that he would only share if I promised not to mention it to anyone. I would be discreet, but I didn?t see how I could share anything: we have only one mutual acquaintance. It seems that this trip to our military-industrial based capital was more than a convention for him. He said, ?If things worked out, I could be transferred here as part of my company's larger plans.? Further, ?How would Karl adjust to having a wife and a lover? Your husband almanbahis canlı casino did not hesitate to loan you to me last night.? Karl had been pillow talking about sharing me for some time. I know he visited those wife-swapping picture and movie websites, as well as his browsing Craigslist. Would Karl ever consent to sharing me? Could our marriage survive? We said nothing for a while, concentrating on eating and drinking. Finally, Rex asked me about last night. ?Did you enjoy it?? I did not lie. ?I loved it. I had not felt so alive in years. Rex, you bring out the animal in me. But, when you demand that I tell you that your dick is bigger, better than Karl's, I am not sure what I want to admit.? I did not tell Rex that I went along with the ruse because I was enjoying myself and I was not going to stop seeing him because of his language in bed. Maybe he could eventually lay off the crude talk. Yet, in a way, the answer was "yes, he was better." By the time Rex served the dessert salad, we were in direct sunlight. I said, ?I?m getting warm. Let?s move into some new shade." Rex countered with a wish to see my tits by sunlight. "Only if I can see that beautiful prick of yours with those magnificent balls glowing in the sun as well." What was I saying? My pussy was next to be bargained for. He won. The sequence of events that happened next should happen to everyone at least once. I don't consider myself an exhibitionist or nudist, not at all a nature-lover. Yet, to relax on your back and bathe naked all-over in direct sunlight, feeling the breeze and your adoring lover?s gaze is a pleasure I never knew existed. I opened my genitals to the world, and Rex. The music of the insects, the sound an airplane flying overhead, the birds chattering, the hum of traffic in the distance created a cone of privacy, just for us. Rex must have felt something similar, because he began to get aroused. He told me, ?Roll over.? The voice was a tad more demanding than I thought necessary, given the situation; I complied. Now my bare ass and the almanbahis casino sides of my tits were in plain view. He stroked my shoulders, coursing his fingers down my spine. When he grazed the sides of my tits, my whole body felt it and thirsted for more. Either the wine or the sun or the setting sent me into a state of complete relaxation, submission. Rex knelt behind me and spread my legs. I knew what was going to happen. I raised myself onto my knees and buried my head in the blanket. Rex must have licked his fingers because when they came into contact with my outer lips, I shuddered. Gently, he stroked my damp pussy. He said he'd promised himself last night, when we were in a 69 position, that he was going to memorize every fold, every little piece of my cunt. I flinched when he said "cunt." He sensed that and, again, more sternly than necessary, said "It is a cunt. A cunt that now belongs to me. A cunt that needs to be fucked." I said no more; I enjoyed the attention. Then a finger in my asshole. Oops, maybe that was going too far. I yelped and leaned forward, a hint for him to remove that finger. But he moved up as well and inserted another finger into my ass. I relaxed, letting him have his way. Two fingers from his other hand went into my vagina and found my g-spot. I unashamedly wiggled my ass. Now I knew why they call it doggy-style. I was a bitch in heat, needing satisfaction. I had an orgasm like the ones when I masturbate. Rex started paying attention to my sex. He had a fingering style of massaging my hood, moving across it with a wet finger. He must have gone to the gym and learned about exercise needing ten reps. Finally, he uncovered my clitoris and pulled. He told me it was a woman's counterpart to a man's dick. If so, I saw why Karl and Rex liked me to rub the underside of the head. Rex was jerking me off, again. He sensed that I was ready. He approached me with that long, thick pole. Last night, Rex had said his nickname in college was Beer Can. My new nickname for Rex?s dick would be "Bud." He slipped Bud in and I could feel my opening stretching to accept him. I felt Bud?s head pop into me. ?Oh shit! Oh my god!? He shoved and suddenly he was all the way inside. He gripped my hips and sawed his dick up and down (how many reps I do not know) then sideways for more.