Under Watchful Eyes
Having been punctual all of his life to the point of distraction, Ben Hunter winced when he glanced down at his watch after starting the engine of his blue extended-cab Dodge Ram pick-up truck. His goal had been to be on the road by 7:00 a.m., but now it was nearly 10:00, which meant they wouldn't reach the lake until very late in the afternoon.
"So much for an afternoon of fishing," he muttered under his breath.
Once everyone was present and accounted for, he carefully backed up the truck along with the popup trailer that was attached to the bumper. And finally, three hours overdue, their family vacation was finally underway. He concentrated on driving until they reached the on-ramp of the highway. Once the city was behind them, he sighed with relief, set the cruise control, sat back, and relaxed.
Ben glanced over at his wife of twenty-two years. Even at forty-one, she was still a lovely woman; and frisky, too, during much of their marriage. They'd both been through the normal cycles of weight gain followed by diets, but it was the lifestyle changes they'd embraced as a family two years earlier that had them all looking fit and trim... and Ben and Connie as sexually active as they had been as newlyweds.
Connie was a few inches shorter than him, with shoulder-length brown hair and warm hazel eyes. She appeared slender and athletic, with the long legs that had attracted him to her so many years ago, a nice ass, small but still-firm boobs, and a cute face he could look at for hours.
She sensed him looking. Connie turned toward him and smiled warmly. Ben was the love of her life. He was tall, handsome, and started out dark. Although over the years his hair had receded and was now sprinkled with strands of white, which only made him look that much more irresistible to her. He was the kindest, most thoughtful man she'd ever met. Her heart swelled with emotion and she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"What's going on in that mind of yours?" she asked.
He gazed into her eyes, and then glanced into the rearview mirror, admiring their grown twins; one boy and one girl, all they desired in only one pop.
"Oh, I was just thinking how much I love you and the two wonderful kids you raised. And that this may very well be the last family vacation we have."
Her right hand reached across her body and squeezed his right thigh. "You had a hand in their raising as well. I know you feel guilty about spending so much time away, but we all understood. It was the career you chose, and our lives are all the more better because of it. How many families these days can afford to put two beautiful children through college at the same time, without taking out loans? You planned very well for us, which has always made me so very proud of you."
He shrugged his shoulders uncertainly. Connie rested the left side of her head on his right shoulder. His arm moved around her, holding his loving wife close. The fingers of the hand on his leg began administering playful caresses, slowly inching toward his crotch. Ben's cock twitched as it started stirring with life.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" he asked in a private whisper.
Her soft hand cupped his crotch and squeezed. "Absolutely."
"Our kids are sitting behind us," he reminded her.
Her mouth moved to his exposed ear, tongue tracing along the semi-circular ridges. "Makes it even better, don't you think? Like that time when we were dating and I sucked your cock dry under my parents' watchful eyes?"
Ben couldn't suppress a grin as he remembered that night on their way home from a major league baseball game. They were home from college for spring break. It was late, the drive was nearly two hours long, and Connie was as playful as she'd ever been. That blowjob, made even better by the risk of getting caught, had been the best of his life. Just thinking of it had his cock hardening.
His gaze shifted from the road to the rearview mirror. Tim was still upset after being informed that the tent he had planned on taking couldn't be located, meaning he had to sleep with his twin, Chrissie. His arms were folded across his chest in protest and he stoically stared out the right passenger window. Chrissie, on the other hand, was leaning back with her eyes closed, a headset over her ears, the other end attached to an iPod.
"They're eighteen," Connie reminded him before nibbling on his earlobe. "Even if they caught us, we wouldn't be contributing to the delinquency of minors."
He grinned. "Isn't that just my luck? And here I was hoping I might find a reason for someone to take them off our hands."
"Very funny, buster!"
He flinched as she squeezed his cock to the point of pain. A sharp jolt in his gut told him not to talk about their kids that way, not even in jest. Connie was a loving and protective mother and didn't allow anyone, or anything, to adversely affect her precious offspring.
"Okay, I get it," he assured her.
It was her turn to joke. "I don't think you do. You finished your job when you gave them to me. I'll only keep you around as long as I feel you're useful, and right now I'm starting to have doubts..."
As her fingers lightly squeezed, his cock began to swell. When she felt the growing bulge her tongue attacked his ear more aggressively, hot breath rushing over the skin. That was all it took for his prick to grow to its full size. It almost hurt as the unfurled flesh had so little room to expand.
"Maybe I'll let you stay," she whispered. "Oh God, you feel so good. I love how hard you get now since we lost all the weight. I can feel it throbbing against my fingers."
She tried to be quiet as she tugged the zipper down. Hoping the metallic sound couldn't overcome the humming of the air conditioner, she opened the front of his shorts. Ben kept shifting his attention between the road and the kids in the back. She felt reassured that he'd warn her if the kids turned suspicious. After the shorts were open she unbuttoned them, which was much quieter.
Her heart raced with excitement as her soft fingers reached inside, carefully folding the front of his underpants down, releasing his swollen cock. Once unleashed it immediately popped up; her mouth watered, wanting so badly to lean down and suck on it, to feel it pulsing against her tongue. But that would've been a little too risky at the moment. So she kept her desire in check and settled for a hand job.
To spice things up they'd been trying new things; talking dirty was something they discovered they both liked, perhaps because it so drastically conflicted with how they were raised. It went against everything they were ever taught; at home, at school, and of course at church.
"You know this is torture for me," Connie whispered, followed by a kiss on his neck. "I want your big, hard cock pounding into my juicy cunt right now. You just wait, because I'm going to fuck your balls dry the first chance we get, big guy."
Ben grinned; he knew she meant every word, and had done precisely that on more occasions than he could count over the past year or so. Since his promotion eliminated business travel and they were in the best shape of their lives, the sex was frequent and intense. At the lowest point in their marriage they had sex less often than the year had holidays, which, looking back, was so sad and such a loss. But what they may have missed out on, they were making up for many times over.
"Talk to me," she prompted.
"Your fingers feel so good on my cock, but it's your hot pussy I want wrapped around it," he responded. "I'd love to slide a hand down inside your shorts and finger your wet cunt right now."
Connie grinned devilishly. "That's why I wore these workout shorts, lover. No snap or zipper, just very stretchable elastic. And no panties, either."
He switched hands on the wheel, leaving his right one free. With one eye on the back seat she pressed her shoulders against the seat and lifted her lower body upward, making his advances even easier. Ben pushed the bottom of her shirt up with the side of his hand until the waistline of her shorts was exposed, and then dipped his fingers under her clothing. She sat back down, accommodating his erotic explorations by widening her legs.
Her face contorted in pleasure as his fingers caressed her bald pubic mound, another experiment to steam things up, which had worked as far as he was concerned. Ben pressed two fingers into her vertical slit and was greeted by wet heat. He could feel her body shuddering. Normally she'd be crying out in pleasure by now, but was cognizant enough of their surroundings not to.
Connie's left hand squeezed tightly on his shaft. Semen was already oozing from his tingling balls. He made an adjustment to his cruise control, slowing the truck down to the speed limit instead of the usual seven miles an hour over that he usually drove at. But at the moment he didn't want any unexpected interruptions. Besides, after the late start, getting to the campground quickly was the furthest thing from his mind.
Her pelvis rotated upward. "Oh yeah, rub my clit... Harder..."
His loving wife began pumping him faster as he rolled and pinched on the tiny nub. It felt so good. Her essence was flowing, lubricating her velvet-smooth slit. With her pussy grinding against his fingers, she could feel the tingling warmth of arousal building in her loins. The touching by itself was erotic, but knowing the kids were right behind them added a sizzle that intensified the pleasure.
It was so hard for Connie to control her frantic breathing and keep her moans at whisper-level. Her cunt was on fire, body squirming and trembling. A slight squishing sounded as her slit grew wet. Her widened thighs flexed as he tenderly pinched on her pulsating nub.
"Almost..."
Her body stiffened in joyous delight as an orgasm gripped her form. She bit down on her lower lip to silence the threatening cries. Her entire frame shook as waves of surging heat rushed through her flesh, the amazing tingling sensations satisfying her building sexual need. As she climaxed fresh juice soaked her cunt, leaking down the crack and staining the back of her shorts. Connie couldn't stifle the final cry of her orgasm, and then forced a convincing cough to cover it up.
When his wife relaxed, Ben removed his hand from her shorts and wiped the wetness off using the bottom of his shirt. Connie turned around and looked in back.
"Chrissie is leaning back with her eyes closed listening to music, and Tim appears lost in thought and is staring out the side window," she reported in a whisper. "I don't think they'll notice."
Ben's eyebrows furled. "Notice what?"
Connie grinned back. "I think you already have a pretty good idea."
Her upper body bent over. A second later the wet heat of her mouth engulfed his stiff, throbbing cock. Ben's body stiffened and his right foot unintentionally floored the gas pedal. He looked into the mirror to see if the kids reacted to the sudden change in speed, but it didn't look like it. Ben let off and allowed the speedometer to back off to the cruising speed he'd set earlier.
He heard a soft giggling as her lips descended down his hard shaft, taking him all the way inside and down her throat. She'd gotten so good at that over the years. After being away for weeks at a time, he timed his homecomings when the kids were at school or at other planned events that gave them privacy. And each time he'd no sooner be in the door when Connie dropped to her knees to welcome him back in a most decidedly wonderful way. Practice certainly did make perfect!
He took his eyes off the road for just a second and looked down, whispering, "You're evil!"
Connie's muffled laughter was her only response.
When a leg banged into the back of his seat, Ben's eyes immediately moved to the rearview mirror.
"Oops, sorry," Chrissie's voice spoke up.
It wasn't much longer before Ben was on the verge. His balls were tingling and filled with pressure. He grabbed the wheels with both hands, fingers tightening around the knurled leather cover so hard that his knuckles turned white. He leaned forward slightly while making tiny pumping motions with his hips. His pulsating mass pushed into and drew back out of her skilled mouth, lips tightly compressed around him.
Suddenly he quietly grunted, silently ejaculating the first part of his load. Connie's mouth kept sucking, swallowing milky stream after milky stream, continuing to drain him even as the initial powerful bursts slowed to a slow leaking. He jerked and shuddered in restrained delight, swerving slightly from left to right while keeping the truck and attached trailer between the lines. He leaned back and sighed at the end, signaling the completion of his orgasm.
When she straightened up, they briefly kissed.
"You spoil me," he chuckled.
She nodded her agreement. "We spoil each other, sweetheart. I love you like crazy!"
"And I love you like crazy right back!"
They shared another quick kiss, this time with tongue.
Connie glanced at the back seat, noticing Chrissie was all curled up facing away from her twin brother and making her wonder if they'd been fighting again. She settled back down with her head against Ben's shoulder, looking out front at the passing scenery.
"How far are we?" she asked.
"From the lake?" he clarified.
"No, from our traditional halfway stop. I really have to pee."
He gave it careful consideration. "Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes; can you wait?"
She snuggled against his side. "I can wait."
He moved his right arm around the incredible woman who had become the center of his life; Connie Grace Withers. They had always kidded how she lived up to her middle name, while not allowing him to live up to her last name. Although they grew up in the same town and attended the same schools, they hadn't met until their first year of college during the opening days.
They hit it off right away, and were an 'item' before winter. They were intimate by the New Year and inseparable before the following spring. That spring break was one for the record books as they sucked and fucked like crazy while the parents were at work. Sexually spent, they visited their respective families in the evenings, etching such a fine impression on the doting parents as Ben appeared caring yet respectful. Those were the days!
There were so many wonderful memories. Walking her to classes while kissing on the way, sometimes squeezing on her fine breasts...
"One mile," Connie announced when she saw the familiar sign. "Hey kids, we're almost ready to stop!"
When Ben pressed his moist lips against the left side of her face, his wife closed her eyes and whispered, "Love you."
Her spontaneous words warmed his heart.
There had been too many business trips, so few escapes, and this amazing woman had weathered the storm and was even grateful for the rain it brought. His love, respect, and admiration only increased.
"I love you more."
"I won't argue, but you're wrong."
They stopped at the halfway point to the lake for gas and snacks and got back on the road. This was the nicest part of the drive. With the city and its concrete environs behind them, their bodies sexually satisfied for the time being, they could enjoy real, natural scenery on the way to the campground.
* * * * *
Shortly after the stop Connie noticed that Chrissie had put the bag of chips she'd been eating away and Tim was sitting very closely at her side. It was heartwarming to see them getting along so well. At the family meeting they'd had last week Ben had strongly petitioned for their cooperation, and it appeared to have worked. Why they chose to fight so much had really bothered her for the longest time.
It wouldn't be much longer before they were out the door and off to college. And after that there would be boyfriends for Chrissie, girlfriends for Tim, and probably a couple of weddings in the upcoming years. And then grandchildren; Connie smiled when she imagined what it would be like to hold a baby in her arms again. Although not looking forward to being called a grandmother, she loved the thought of having grandchildren.
"You're awfully quiet," Ben noticed. "Should I be concerned?"
His wife sighed. "Not at all. I was just thinking that in the next few years our two wonderful children will be getting married and having children of their own. I miss having babies around to love and care for."
"You've always been a wonderful, loving mother and wife," he proudly announced while turning and lightly kissing a cheek. "The kids may not appreciate that yet, but I certainly do. And speaking of kids, we'll have to be extra careful as long as we're going to be sleeping in the same trailer with them. If you know what I mean."
She grinned. "I'll be as quiet as a mouse in a house, as long as you stay as hard as a rock."
Ben couldn't suppress the smile that formed on his lips. It was quite apparent that Connie wasn't about to allow the presence of their adult children to affect the recent upswing in their sexual activity, which he thoroughly enjoyed hearing. For far too long they'd allowed external influences to interfere with their intimacy, but no more. Life was too short.
"You've got yourself a deal."
She cooed, "I've got a sneaking suspicion this is going to be the best family vacation ever."
For three hours they enjoyed the gorgeous views of the passing scenery. Connie glanced back at the kids several times, who both appeared to be sleeping. At one point she noticed Tim had an erection while snoozing.
"I can't believe it!" she whispered into Ben's ear. "Your son has a hard-on!"
Ben grinned. "Like father, like son."
"You devil!"
* * * * *
After getting to the lake they briefly stopped at the administration office to obtain a camping permit, and then used the provided map to navigate their way there. They were close to the lake shore when Ben stopped the truck. Ben and Connie got out and admired the lovely view. As they stood looking through a stand of pine trees at the water beyond, Ben moved his right arm around his wife's slender waist.
They first started vacationing at the lake when the twins were three years old. Camping was something that Ben's father had introduced him to. For many years they slept in a two-room tent in sleeping bags on the hard ground. But as they aged, air mattresses and later foam pads were used under the sleeping bags, which then progressed to cots, and in recent years a pop-up trailer replaced the tent. But the lake remained the one constant in their lives that always provided so much joy for them.
"Pretty, isn't it?" he asked.
Her right hand reached across and caressed his upper chest while her body cuddled against his side. "It always is."
Their eyes met in a loving gaze before their parted lips kissed. Tongues extended and entwined in passionate kissing that quickly stirred their excitement. Connie softly moaned as her hand moved from Ben's chest to his crotch, feeling his cock beginning to twitch.
The sound of a door opening distracted Connie, who glanced back in time to see Chrissie stepping away from the parked vehicle. She sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"It looks like they may have been fighting again."
Ben grimaced. "We've all had a long drive. Let's get the campsite set up."
* * * * *
After getting his reluctant son out of the back seat of the truck, Tim quickly headed off to the bathroom. A few minutes later the men got the trailer detached from the truck bumper and rolled it into place. And then they took turns spinning the crank, watching with building excitement as the roof slowly rose and the two wings unfolded and fell into position, which would serve as their respective beds for the following week.
The family worked as a team, like a well-oiled machine. After so many years of practice, everyone knew their roles. As the men got the trailer prepared, Connie and Chrissie began unloading the back of the truck. By the time they'd finished stacking the boxes and suitcases, the trailer was ready and the men began scouring the immediate area for wood.
"Why do we do this every year?" Tim questioned as they walked around picking up sticks. "We could just pour kerosene on the logs we brought with us and be done with it."
"Hey, come on," Ben responded in an encouraging tone. "This is what makes camping fun! What's wrong, son? Don't you find this fun anymore? You used to look forward to these trips."
Tim bent down and picked up a few more twigs. "I looked forward to these trips because it meant that I got a whole week to see you."
The comment stung Ben emotionally. He stopped in his tracks and looked over at Tim with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me."
"I'm not complaining, Dad, I'm just explaining why I've always been excited about coming out here. It wasn't the camping part; it was spending the week together that I was so anxious for."
Ben approached his son and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing on it. "Can you at least pretend to be having a good time?"
Tim smiled. "I am having a good time. I just wondered why we keep searching for twigs when it's so easy starting a fire other ways."
"Because this is what makes camping fun!"
"Okay," Tim begrudgingly agreed. "But don't you think we have enough?"
Ben appraised their joint collections. "Yeah, that should do it. Let's get the fire started."
Meanwhile, the women were getting the beds made up and positioning their personal belongings inside the trailer. By the time they'd finished inside, the men had the fire going outside. They reassembled as a family and watched the yellow flames licking around the logs Ben had thought to bring with them. As the flames consumed the wood, the fire grew larger and hotter
"Is everybody getting hungry?" Connie asked the family.
"I am," Tim announced.
Chrissie agreed, "I'm ready."
* * * * *
After dinner Connie walked to a nearby water spigot that was attached to a vertical pipe two feet high. She turned it on and filled a plastic tub she used for washing dishes. After placing the dinner dishes inside to soak, Ben announced to the kids that he and Connie were going for a walk.
"Okay, I'll wash the dishes in a bit," Chrissie offered.
Connie smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart, I'd appreciate that."
Tim was sitting on the cement picnic bench staring out at the water, facing away from them, as if lost in thought. Connie glanced over at Ben with one eyebrow raised and an expression of concern on her face. Ben gestured for her to leave their son alone. After Ben gathered his wife's right hand in his left, they started walking alongside the lake.
Once out of earshot Connie asked, "What's wrong with Tim?"
"He'll be okay," he immediately reassured her, and then shared his presumed assessment. "There's a lot going on in his head right now. College is just a month away and he'll be leaving his comfort zone, this is probably the last time we make this trip as a family unit, we won't be as available to him... that type of stuff."
"I hope you're right."
He stopped, pulled her slender body into his arms, and gazed directly into those incredible hazel eyes. "Of course I'm right. I wouldn't be standing beside a gorgeous lake with a beautiful woman in my arms if I was in the habit of being wrong, now would I?"
Connie grinned. "Well, since you put it that way, I suppose not."
They kissed. After a few moments their tongues eagerly entwined, rubbing against one another in a splendidly romantic embrace. He could feel her nipples growing as they pressed against his chest. His right hand shifted from her waist to a shapely ass cheek, giving it healthy squeezes. Connie moaned into his mouth as she felt his dormant cock twitching with life.
The sounds of children playing and adults laughing drifted to them from a nearby campsite. Connie wanted nothing more than to pull him to the ground and between her thighs, but there was no possible way it could happen at that moment. The fact that she couldn't made her want it all the more. Tingling warmth developed in her loins as her essence began flowing.
Connie pulled her mouth away and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. "Why can't we have this lake all to ourselves?"
"Because if we were that selfish, we wouldn't be the loving family we are."
She looked up into his eyes as he glanced down. "You have an answer for everything, don't you?"
Ben grinned. "I don't have an answer for that."
They resumed walking hand in hand along the grassy lake shore. A few kids of varying ages were swimming here and there, and a couple of stationary boats were floating as people fished. It was such a quiet and solemn place, which is what continued bringing them back year after year. That would likely change, Ben thought, but until it did this would remain his favorite local destination.
She stopped and squeezed his hand, halting his forward progress. "Looky here."
As they looked down, she dislodged a smooth rock with the tip of her sneaker that had the perfect shape for skipping. When their eyes met they both smiled.
"You always were good at finding these," he commented.
"Do you still have the knack for it?" she challenged.
He bent down and retrieved the rock, worn flat and smooth by the water. "I'm a little out of practice, but I'll give it a shot."
She stepped back to give him room. Ben flipped the rock up and down several times before pinching it between his thumb and second finger, forming his first finger along its rounded perimeter. After stretching his arm out, Ben pulled it forward quickly, releasing the rock just as his hand was parallel with his side. While watching it skipping, seeing it veering to the left, his body leaned to the right.
Connie erupted in laughter from behind.
He turned and faced her. "What?"
"Nothing, it's just that..." she started, but stopped as her eyes misted over.
When her left hand lifted, cupping her mouth, Ben knew. A second later the tears flowed. He stepped up and took her into his arms.
"I love you so very much," he whispered as his hands held her head against a shoulder.
Her body vibrated as she cried. He gave her time to let it all out, never prompting for an explanation or voicing concern. After twenty-two years of wonderful marriage, they knew each other's thoughts and emotions. And in his loving arms Connie indulged in the moment, feeling completely comfortable exposing her heart to him.
"It's okay, baby, let it all out," he consoled her as best he could. "You've been my rock for twenty-two special years; it's my turn now to be yours."
His display of love and support triggered even more tears. She hugged him tighter, so very thankful for having such a great husband.
After a couple of minutes she pulled away and dabbed at the tears.. "Sorry."
He grinned. "So why the raucous laughter?"
"Raucous? That hardly qualified as raucous. I was just thinking of how I loved watching you teaching the kids how to skip rocks. You'd throw one, and then all three of you would lean in one direction or the other, as if your bodies could somehow influence its direction.
"I'm going to miss them so much, Ben. It's already hurting my heart, and they're not even out the front door yet."
He kissed her forehead. "It's called the empty nest syndrome."
"Call it what you want, it sucks!"
Ben smiled. "I know. Do you remember our first summer together, when your parents took us here for the first time?"
Her grimace turned into a mischievous grin. "Oh, do I!"
His smile widened. "It was hot-and-cold running sex for a solid week."
She playfully punched his chest and challenged, "Cold? Are you implying your wife is frigid?"
He squeezed her tightly. "Just that time your Dad nearly caught us going at it in the tent, remember? We thought they were gone, but he'd forgotten his prescription sunglasses and they came back?"
Connie giggled. "I'd forgotten about that. Okay, I'll give you that one."
Ben chuckled. "And those nights were a living hell!"
"Oh, don't be overdramatic. So we slept in different rooms of the tent, that wasn't so bad," she responded.
He was incredulous. "Not so bad? Have you forgotten everything about that vacation?"
Her brows furled. "What?"
"Your Dad kept trying to spoon me in his sleep!"
Connie teased, "Maybe he wasn't sleeping at all and was trying to be playful. You are a very handsome man, after all."
Ben dropped his head and muttered, "Thanks so much for that mental image!"
She changed the subject while admiring the orange glow of the setting sun in the western sky. "It's getting dark. We should probably head back."
"I agree, but let's take the 'scenic' route," he suggested.
She turned playful. "What did you see that I didn't?"
"Empty campsites!"
They left the exposed shore and walked amongst the trees. As they were nearing the trailer Connie quipped, "Bet'cha can't catch me!"
Twigs snapped under their feet as they ran. Connie was faster and could've outrun him, but her pace conveniently slowed. The fun wasn't in the winning, but rather the losing.
"Ah!" she shrieked, and then began laughing.
Ben caught up and tackled his wife; both fell to the ground. He grabbed her ankles, separating the legs, and pulled her around his waist. They were both breathless from the sprint they'd just made. He lay on top, pinning her wrists to the ground.
"I'm going to fuck your hot cunt hard!" Ben announced a little louder than he'd intended.
"Are you about to nail your loving wife just a few hundred feet from the trailer?"
Ben grinned. "Hell yes!"
Their hearts were already racing, bodies moist with perspiration. In the distance they heard the familiar sound of the trailer door slamming shut, which briefly distracted them.
"What is it?" he asked as she craned her neck to look.
"Nothing, someone must have gone in," she reported. "I think we're all alone."
"Good," he responded as his hands pushed underneath her shirt and cupped both breasts, "because I've wanted you like crazy all day long."
She moaned as his hands squeezed on both firm swells, savoring the soft resilience of the mounds he so adored. His thumbs simultaneously teased the stiff, rubbery tips, sending tremors through her body. Their mouths met in passionate kissing, tongues frantically entwining, adding to their growing excitement.
After a few minutes of kissing and petting, Connie was more than ready. Her pussy was hot, wet, and eager to be filled. She could feel his erect cock pulsating against her crotch through the thin barrier of clothing.
"Oh Ben, I need you so bad," she desperately whispered.
"Not yet," he answered back.
Ben knew from experience that nothing got his wife more wound up than biting on her nipples. He found that out when she was nursing the twins. After feeding them, they had the hottest sex than ever before. Ben had recently revived the activity, and intensified the sex they shared in the process. His hands pulled out from under her top and pushed it up, exposing both breasts and the swollen, straining nipples.
"No, I'm good, sweetheart, love me now," she pleaded, knowing precisely what he had in mind.
The devilish grin she saw told her otherwise. He leaned down, mouth devouring her right tip. She cringed and softly cried out as warm saliva bathed her aching nipple. His front teeth began gnawing on the peak, instantly intensifying her arousal. The seeping essence began to flow, flooding her cunt with wetness which began dripping down the crack of her ass.
"Ohhh... Oh, Ben, uhhh..." she cried out while anxiously squirming beneath him.
After tenderly chewing one nipple raw, he shifted his attention to the other, giving it equal treatment. She reached a hand down and began excitedly squeezing and pulling on his hard cock, wanting so badly to feel it pumping into her juicy cunt. Connie began grinding her crotch against his, relishing the slight pleasure the moving pressure delivered. But the teasing just made her all that more anxious for his hardness.
Her motions grew desperate as leaking juice soaked the inside of her shorts. She flinched several times as he bit down a little too hard on her throbbing tip. Each time he dragged his front teeth up the sides of the nipple shaft, it sent tingling jolts through her body that made her pussy throb even harder.
"Please, sweetheart, I need you so bad," she begged in a breathless whisper.
Upon hearing her tone, Ben knew she was wound as tightly as a spring. While admiring her glistening breasts heaving up and down, he reached one hand down and guided his cock out through the leg of his shorts. He threaded it through the leg of her clothing and soon it was pushing between the outer folds and into her lava-hot slit. Wetness coated the probing tip as it slid downward to her opening.
She caressed his face while looking deeply into his eyes. "Love me, Ben."
He winked as his hips thrust, pushing his cock fully inside in one long, forward motion. She sighed with relief and cried out, hugging him hard as her hot, juicy sex surrounded the pulsating shaft. He remained buried inside of her as their passionate kissing resumed, enjoying the taste and feel of one another's aroused bodies as they excitedly pulsated.
When Connie couldn't take it any longer she began pumping her hips. Ben joined in and they quickly fell into rhythm with each other. Usually his hard thrusts had her body sliding all over the bed, but on the grass it was so much different. With the earth grasping her form like a hand, he plunged his cock into her juicy, hot center with long, deep, penetrating strokes.
"Ben... Ben... Oh, baby, you're so big... Yeah, fuck my cunt, baby... Uhnnn!"
He looked down and watched as her head slowly rotated from side to side, face tightened in a grimace as she shuddered with delicious pleasure under his weight. Her hands grasped his buttocks and pulled him as deeply into her sex as he could reach. His cock extended nearly all the way in to her cervix, filling her body so completely. It was a physical and emotional expression of their undying love and admiration for one another.
With reddened faces and breathless moans, their sweaty bodies converged. Her pelvis rotated upward with each inward motion of his cock, allowing it to effortlessly glide in, separating the vibrating walls of her love canal. Once he was fully inside she squeezed her cunt tightly around him, pelvis rotating down as he withdrew, creating additional friction for added enjoyment. Connie could feel her essence trickling down has ass crack and soaking into the back of her shorts.
"So good, Ben...Oh, baby, yeah, right there," she groaned while shuddering in spasms of delight. "Uh... Yeah, baby... Ohhh!"
He thrust into her and hesitated, enjoying the wet heat as her muscle constricted around him. "Your cunt is so hot and juicy... You feel so wonderful."
Denying themselves the sex they craved all day long and with the added teasing to boot, Connie felt the stirrings of an orgasm building. Her hands pulled him into her harder and faster, feeling her body being crushed between her husband and the ground. It was all she needed to get there.
"Oh, Ben!" she cried out as her entire form stiffened in climax.
As she wildly squirmed beneath him, he maintained the vigorous fucking motions that Connie had wanted. Her soft cries continued as wave after wave of tingling heat rushed through her lower body, triggering a release of fresh juice that bathed his driving cock and dripped down the front of his scrotum. Her body was grasping him tightly as she climaxed, milking the cum it so desperately wanted.
Just as Connie's body relaxed, Ben was feeling a tingling pressure in his balls. Despite burning sensations in his thighs from the frantic pumping of the muscles, he held on as the pressure continued intensifying.
She knew from experience he was getting very close. "Give it to me, baby... Fill my pussy with your cum... Yeah, Ben, flood my cunt with all you have, baby."
A moment later he did. With stifled grunting sounds he climaxed, cock erupting in a powerful blast of semen. He kept fucking her hard and fast, his body flinching with each ejaculation of cum. A few moments later the powerful streams tapered off, and at the end a lazy flow of all that remained slowly dripped into her.
They were both gasping for air and simply gazing into one another's eyes, faces smiling from the joyous exhilaration of completing the act of love that had so many years earlier given them the perfect combination of new life.
"I love you with all my heart, Ben Hunter," she whispered while looking up at the most amazing man in her life.
He smiled appreciatively. "And I love you too, Connie Grace Withers."
They kissed and cuddled as their bodies rested. The dusk had turned to night, and the stars began appearing in the sky above them.
"We have so many wonderful memories from this lake, and now we've just made one more."
He kissed her lips while sifting the fingers of one hand through her hair. "That was very special. But then, every time with you is so very, very special to me."
"And to me," she added. "I hope we can sneak inside without them seeing us."
They both heard the aluminum trailer door opening.
"I wonder where Mom and Dad went off to." Chrissie's voice drifted out to them, barely discernible above the rustling of leaves overhead as a slight breeze tugged at the branches.
It looked as if Tim was looking in their direction.
Connie grew alarmed. "He can't see us, can he?"
"I doubt it. We can just barely see him, and he's standing up," Ben reassured her.
"I wonder where they're going to?" she wondered out loud.
Ben answered, "It looks like they're going swimming."
Connie softly sighed. "I think we just caught our first lucky break of the trip."
He stood and helped her up, both straightening their clothing. "I hope it's not the last."