Changing plans

Parts of this story take place over several days. On the first day, River and I are on one of our usual walks, having our usual kiss in a sunny spot, having our usual pleasant reactions. “We should really find some place nearby for when this happens.” But a quick look around doesn't find anything.

The next day we’re in bed. Having a pre-sleep kissy session. “This is when you’re supposed to be getting a reaction.” It’s obvious when I get one, but not at all apparent when River does. She says it’s implied, but I’m not sure I buy it. She generally mentions her reactions in sunny spots and other places where we can't take advantage of them, but rarely says anything about getting one in bed. An idea hits me. “We can park the car on our walking route, and use it when we need to.” Not much response, but in a good way. Like she might actually go along with it.

Today we’ve again deferred our scheduled morning sex. We’d like to go for a walk today. We even arrange our schedule so we can. “So where are we going to park the car?” Not much response, but in a good way again. I don’t press it.

It’s a busy day, and somewhat hot. Our walk hasn’t happened yet. River proposes we wait until after dinner. Fine with me. Then a surprise. “It won’t be very comfortable in the hot car.” That’s a good point. “How about the balcony tonight?” Sure. Twist my arm. “Ok. And I’d like for you to be on top for a while.” “Ok.” She's never been on top on the balcony before. I look forward to our first time.

I'm almost asleep on the bed in my clothes with the light on when River finally comes in. She leaves to brush her teeth. When she comes back I’ve taken off everything but my shirt, lying on the bed with my butt in the breeze. Hoping it’s not getting too chilly outside. “I don’t see the cushion out there.” “Look again.” It’s in a new place tonight. In a new orientation. Variety. River peels down to her skin and once again I marvel at how smooth and girly and hot she is. I guess she’s not worried it’s too cold. I take my shirt off, too.

I offer to butter her. She accepts. We haven’t done this particular pre-fuck ritual for a while. Up one leg, across her ass, lingering in her crack and between her legs which she's spread for better access, down the other leg. Up her back to her shoulders, down her arm.

It's nearly time to turn her over when we hear footsteps in the hall. Usually just a late night bathroom break for one of the kids. But this time they’re coming down the hall. All the way to our room. With our door open as usual. Good thing we haven’t started yet. River gets up, naked, to investigate the problem. I can’t believe this is happening.

She comes back and we pick up where we left off. Butter up her stomach to her breasts, kneading them, probing the muscles underneath, nipples slipping under my palms and between my fingers. She starts in on my cock. It’s slow to respond. I sit beside her, fingering her pussy, light circles on her clit, while she gets my cock to harden. Nice and easy. Making every stroke count. “You’re perfect. You must have had one of these in a former life.”

I don’t want it to end. But we’ve got a job to do. “I’m going outside.” Into the dark. The air is a pleasant shade of cool. I’ve forgotten the towel. River goes to fetch one. I try to keep myself hard while she’s gone, but it’s not working. We slip the towel under my ass, she straddles me, strokes me. “We might have to trade places.” I find her nipples, tug on them, feel the nubs slipping slowly between my fingers, listen to her sighs. And get hard enough. Her pussy slides down my cock. And we fuck.

Seeing River above me, surrounded by twinkling stars while we fuck out on the balcony in the open air, is amazing. Even better than I thought it would be. We should do this more often. Bring the whole mattress out here. The street is quiet. The only thing moving besides us is a plane, miles above. I wave. “At least two.”

“You’re farther off the ground than usual. I’ve got to lift my butt higher.” “I notice that when I’m on top. I kind of like it.” She fucks me in single point. She fucks me hugged close. I fuck back. Then let her do all the work while she single points me again, her cunt caressing up and down my shaft for an impossibly long time, me wishing I could come like this tonight, with River above me.

But she’s done enough work. We trade places. I straddle the cushion, my balls liking the cool air while I penetrate her warm snug pussy. “You always feel bigger when you’re on top. Thicker.” “Do you like it?” “Yes.” I gather her legs between my arms and press them to her chest, their stubble raking my skin while my cock drives cleanly into her pussy. I bring my knees up onto the cushion with her and go deeper. Harder. I feel a finish. Faster. My knees lose their purchase, I move them back down to the deck, there’s still not enough grip and I twist and writhe for friction, hoping there’s enough, barely finding what I need. “I’m going to finish.” Just saying it gets me there. Another twist, another writhe, another thrust, and my load spurts into her, more, deeper, milking one final squeeze. And that’s all I remember.

I like her on top on the balcony. Next time, doggy and hello kitty. Maybe next summer.

Quagmire

Tonight we both see the shooting star. A good sign, I hope.

I’m sitting out on the balcony at night. Naked. The candle lantern lit. River comes out in a shirt and panties and immediately takes her place on the cushion. “I’m cold. I need a man blanket.” I’m a little slow to figure out that she means me. I walk over and take my place on her. We kiss. I feel a twinge. But I’m not quite ready to start. “I’m waiting for somebody to walk by.” “Pervert.” “I prefer ‘closet exhibitionist’.”

River can’t see over the low balcony wall from her position. But I can. The street is empty. I start anyway. My fingers find her obvious nipples through her thin shirt. “I left the shirt on for you.” “I like that.” Feeling her compact tits, or even just thinking about them, always warms me up. They’re my favorite tits. “I use you to get myself ready.” “I like it when you do that.”

We work her panties down her legs and over her feet. I sit between her spread legs, prepared to get going with no wasted time. I’m almost hard enough. But I want a decisive stick-in. My thumb circles her sticky opening. Moves up to her clit. My cock surges in response. I slip into her easily. Too easily. “Is that all period goo?” “Yes.” More than usual. Quite a quagmire.

River is laid out on the comfortable window cushion. She likes comforable. There’s just a towel between my knees and the wood decking. Comfortable enough for me. I like fucking. But every now and then I have to pull my knees in and join her on the cushion. I’ve noticed before that having her pussy a few inches higher than I’m used to makes a noticeable difference. Like she’s being served to me. Not better or worse, just different. Keeping things interesting.

My balls dangle in the fresh breeze as we fuck. My hands rest on River’s head and shoulder, providing opposition to my thrusts. River watches the sky. I close my eyes. We share a silent laugh when a neighbor comes out, gets in her car, and drives off, oblivious to the quiet sounds of fuck from across the street.

Again it’s not easy to come. Partly because River has an achy uterus and she only lets me go halfway in. We go through a couple positions to increase the friction. We end up in plow. It’s working. Whether it’s the friction, or River’s moans, or the sheer physicality of holding her by the legs while I bang her, I don’t know. But the moans always help. I’m still only going halfway in but my orgasm rushes up. “Almost . . .” My body contorts as I come and resist the instinct to plunge all the way into her.

“I really felt that one.” “What did you feel?” “Twitch twitch, pump pump, squirt squirt.” “I felt that, too.”

Speed record, orgasms, and shooting stars on the balcony

"I have to go pee." "Don't let me stop you. A golden shower is not part of the plan. We would need the front yard and the slip-n-side. But here's a plan for you. Leave your panties off when you come back." "I can do that." River's wearing a skirt and a black top. No bra. She looks good in a skirt. She looks good with no bra.

Another hot day. I'm thinking the living room with the door open, but she's interested in the balcony. We sit outside, then go up to the balcony to sit together for a while so we have a more casual transition to fucking. River sees a shooting star. She lies down on the cushion. "I don't know if this will change anything, but my period just started." "It's early." "Two days." We put a towel down for protection. I oil and rub her tits under her top. She takes it off. I take my shorts off so I can be ready when the time comes.

River seems strangely interested in having me come in 30 seconds. What we call a speed record. I wouldn't think that would be very appealing, but she's liked it before. "How can I help?" I move her right hand to my stiffening cock and she does her expert thing, pulling and pushing, getting me ready. I'm not worried about her being ready. She's always ready lately. I move with her just a little. She's gotten me a bit beyond ready which is just what I want even though I don't feel an orgasm yet. But I will. Soon. I do the stick-in, the towel giving my knees some relief, then switch into missionary with my knees on the cushion and fuck hard and fast, finding the best friction right away, trying not to make too much noise on our semi-private balcony. River gasps and moans under me. That always makes me want to come. She's taking a beating. I hope she's ok. She'll let me know if she isn't. Now I feel it and keep hitting the friction and feel it build and let it come as I push into her and squeeze us together and breathe hard.

"I think I went over. That was about 45 seconds." "That's ok. Are we going to do the rest of the plan, with the additional flavors?" I sit up and rest and look at Rachel. She's still got the skirt on. Her tits are oiled. She's hot. "I'd do that." It takes a while to get comfortable on the balcony for the muff dive. I get a taste then focus on her clit. Feel her move and press against me. Nice feedback. I'm managing to keep it fairly steady. My jaw doesn't really like this position. It prefers being off the side of the bed or sitting next to River's chest. I need a short break then back to it. Trying not to be too wet. I love feeling River's clit under my tongue and feeling her move and pulling her into my face. Breathing through her muff. I try to look up at her face but all I can see is skirt and bush. It's a small world, but a nice one. River watches the stars. Another quiet night on our street. I tire again and River takes over with her fingers. "I think I have one in me." It's hard to believe we're actually following one of my plans. The next part is for her to take so long that I can get hard again and we can have a nice fuck. River called that ambitious, especially with the ED, and as I get some oil and work on myself again I'm beginning to have doubts. Fingering River might help but I don't want to distract her. "Here it comes." I'm still completely limp. "You can stick a finger in." One finger goes in. Two fingers. Circles on the g-spot as River orgasms. "It still extends them. That was a good one." I'm glad I could help.

River doesn't even take her hand away, just keeps going. "In the second one?" "I don't have anything." I'll just enjoy having my fingers in her pussy. It's sloppy wet in there with my jizz and the start of her period. To my cock, her vagina feels like a tube, from the opening to the cervix at the end. To my fingers it's more of a box, a chamber, with sides to explore, her pubic bone in the front, the familiar ridge on the back. "That was a good one, too." "I couldn't even tell you were coming." As long as they're good for her. She keeps going and gets a third. That's her point of diminishing returns, where it's not always worth going for more. "I saw another shooting star." Next time maybe I'll get to be on my back and see the stars. I pull my fingers out of her fucked pussy and River notices she's dripped blood on the towel. Good thing we used it.

An emotionally satisfying fuck on the balcony

"I think your plan has something to do with that and the balcony." I've brought the library window cushion up to the bedroom. I have some problems with the candle and it takes a while to get things set up. I need something to relax. "I'll give you a back rub." "I wouldn't turn that down." She never does. On the bed. Oil her up, pay attention to her shoulder blades, some neck, shoulders, sides, fingertips on her back. Nice feedback. I take deep breaths. Lean forward and hug on top of her. She's warm. Sit up and rub down to her butt. One hand on her butt, one on me. Then two hands on her butt while my cock lays against it and I push her cheeks together, apart, up, down. I see her cute butthole in the dim light and get harder. I haven't even touched her lips yet. There's just a hint visible through the tufts between her legs. The compulsion hits me.

I get off her and press my face against her butt and legs, stretch my tongue out to her lips, stroke them, probe between them. Somehow I breathe. I sit up and see her legs spread a little bit. Encouragement, or just giving in to the inevitable? Her legs spread wide as I straddle her back and bring my mouth down to her pussy. I'm not sure I can reach her clit like this. I use my tongue on her pussy, suck her lips into my mouth, lick the sides, tongue-fuck. Reach for her clit with the tip. She looks sweet, her legs spreading out smoothly from her butt, allowing me. And raunchy, her pussy lips pulled apart, arching around her frilly pink hole. Sit up, dry some of my wetness off her, get hard enough.

"I'll fuck you on the balcony." "Ok." Through the open door to the balcony, River with her bush and her sleek body, me with my hardon and my desire. She lays back on the cushion but I need to get some hardness back. I'm a bit harder than semi-erect when I move forward and do the stick-in, my knees on the wood floor of the balcony. My cock hardens as I look at River's face and feel myself slide into her willing body. "Hi beautiful." She is beautiful out here in the candlelight. The temperature is nice. Stars are out and she can see the sky. It's a quiet night. We're fucking.

The cushion is big enough for two. Change to missionary. "Yes, get up here with me." Looking into each other's eyes. My hands on her head holding her in place for some strong thrusts. She feels nice today. I like being out here with her. I want to kiss her. "I taste like pussy. Your tangy taste that I like." River looks at the stars, looks at the candle, looks at me. Still a quiet night, no cars or foot traffic to feed my exhibitionist streak, just Reed and River. Fucking.

A breeze comes and wraps itself around my body and feels nice. River likes it too. "But I'll get cold. I want a Reed blanket." I hug against her warm body, my face against her neck. "I'll be your blanket. And your dildo. And your live-in full-service masseur." "I feel wealthy. With a live-in full-service masseur." "Just don't tell your husband about me." I feel so together with River, doing it with her out here, so much of her body pressed against mine, my cock fucking her pussy in the breeze.

I've taken my knees back off the cushion, back to default. There's an orgasm waiting but I stop to hold off and think of jackknife as I gaze at River. Scoop her left leg onto my shoulder and her pussy feels so rich and juicy and stimulating and steamy that I stop there and bang her in half-jackknife. "I'll come." A few more strokes, pause halfway in and feel the first spurt, back out and into her sweet snatch, feeling my cock slide through my own jizz, pushing her leg down against her. And being quiet. I'm not that much of an exhibitionist. I'm sure River is happy about that. Back onto the cushion for some missionary afterfuck and being with River.

"That was really emotionally satisfying and bonding for me."