Hot Night On The Veranda

Hot Night -My husband is the adventurous one, sometimes more so than to my liking and this one time much to my own pleasure and astonishment, he outdid himself.

We were on vacation down in Florida, and had checked into a second floor suite with its own private covered veranda in the back. When I went out to check out the view, I saw that we had a most romantic view, if you get my drift, of the woods. My husband didn’t seem to mind, commenting that at least it was private.

On this hot night we were out especially late enjoying each others company. We had gone out for candlelight dinner and dancing, and a quiet little romantic stroll along the lakefront. When we returned to our room, we had to be especially quiet, since it was late and all the other suites in our complex were completely dark, the inhabitants most likely fast asleep.

My husband excused himself and went into the bathroom to get changed for bed. To keep the hot night going, I turned off the lights in the bedroom and opened the blinds on all of the windows and on the door leading out to the veranda letting the glow from the moon outside illuminate the room. I changed into a sheer black baby-doll and thong and then stood waiting for my husband in the bedroom.

I think he was more than pleasantly surprised when he emerged from the bathroom. He approached me very slowly drinking in my image with his eyes. I could tell from the rise in his pajama shorts that he was very delighted with what he found. It was flattering to know that after all of these years of marriage I still had the same effect on my husband.

He stood just inches from me and reached into the front opening of my baby-doll and drew me into his arms. I could feel the heat rising from his body being transferred into mine through our close embrace. His mouth was warm and wet. His hands gently explored my body, their smooth heat massaging my back, caressing my buttocks, grazing my pubic mound, and reaching beneath my thong probed deeply into my pussy. I rested against him and let myself enjoy the pleasures of his intimate explorations. He withdrew his burrowed fingers from my honey pot and drew them up to his lips slowly sucking my juices off each one as though savoring a sweet dessert. Needless to say, I was very turned on. The hot night continued.

“Have you ever wanted to make love outdoors?” he inquired.
“That would depend,” I responded sensing that his question was more request than inquiry.
“On what?” he asked.
“On where,” I replied.
“Out there,” he said.
“On the veranda,” I asked both surprised and maybe a bit excited? “People will see us.”
“Only God will see us,” he responded in a most assuring tone, “everyone else is sound asleep.”

I was very apprehensive, but also somewhat taken with the idea of the two of us being naked out on the veranda in the dark of the night with only the moon providing the light making passionate love while oblivious to the rest of the world. After assuring me that if things got too uncomfortable we would go back inside, I agreed to the outdoor tryst.

When my husband opened the door to the veranda the night breeze blew in, which felt cool upon my body. I could see the moon in the steel grey sky with an accent of blue surrounding it. The veranda was bathed in the soft lunar light. Only the shadow of the wide vertical rails disrupted the light casting their shadows onto the tiled floor. I looked outside searching for any signs of life in the nearby windows and rooms. Although there was none, I was still apprehensive about what we were about to do.

My husband took the spread, quilts, blankets and pillows from the bed and arranged them nicely for us on the floor of the veranda. Then he returned for me, drawing me out onto the soft spread of bed covers. We knelt face to face and kissed passionately. Our hands explored each others bodies. I reached down into his pajama shorts and found his erect manhood and lovingly stroked it eliciting a moan of pleasure from my husband. Looking down into his outstretched PJ shorts, I saw his wonderfully hard penis and my hand clasped firmly around it.

Given that we were outside on the veranda, I was a bit nervous with what I was about to do. I sat down in front of my husband and pulled down his PJ shorts so that his erect penis popped out from its cottony confinement. I used my hands to pump him before guiding his erection to my mouth. Using my lips, tongue and fingers, I made love to my husband’s erect penis licking, sucking and stroking him to an intense orgasm from which I drew every last drop of his sweet love cream. I have really acquired a taste for his love cream over the years.

When he had recovered from his climax, my husband laid me down and kneeling over me opened the front of my baby-doll and planted wet kisses all over my belly. He kissed his way all the way up to the front clasp of the baby-doll.

Removing my breasts from the sheer fabric of the baby-doll, my husband took each of my breasts into his mouth. Wrapping his lips and tongue around my nipples, he licked and sucked my hardened teats. With one hand he glided his fingers down my body and reached between my legs and under the fabric of the thong finding my dripping vagina.

My husband’s focus turned to my honey pot. Changing angles to get a better position, he pulled aside the fabric of the thong exposing my clean-shaven pussy. Using his lips and tongue, he went to work pleasuring me. He sucked and licked my swollen clitoris causing surges of passion to seize my body. He thrust his tongue into the wetness of my vagina, licking and lapping up my juices, which flowed without ceasing. He ate me out so wonderfully that I exploded in a body convulsing orgasm, arching my back off the ground and pushing my pussy into his face, which he continued to tongue until the spasms of my orgasm subsided.

We lay together on the soft bed covers for a while, his fingers gently stroking the smooth flesh on my soft bottom, my fingers lightly stroking his manhood. The moonlight cascading onto the veranda beautifully illuminated his body. In the lunar glow, I watched how his penis responded to my touches, first lying softly against his body and then growing more firm and erect as I traced my fingers up and down the expanding shaft.

When he was fully erect, I rolled off my husband and onto my back, stripped off the thong and pulled him over asking him to prop himself above me. I reached down between my legs, grabbing hold of his rod and rubbed its swollen head against my clitoris. All around I vigorously rubbed myself while pumping his tool, which was slippery from the juices flowing out from my vagina. I closed my eyes and continued the vigorous rubbing until I could feel my orgasm building. Pressing the dome of his penis hard against my clitoris, I rubbed myself until the first wave of my orgasm started enveloping me.

Guiding him to the entrance of my vagina, my husband drove his manhood deep into my pulsating pussy, which contracted around him sending him over the edge. We came together. My pussy swallowed his rod. His manhood pumped his hot semen into me. The hot night was getting even hotter. He grabbed me tight, holding onto me as though for dear life as his body forcefully drained his love juices into my tight canal. I closed around him, feeling his heat on my grasping vagina walls and his liquid being squeezed into every open space of my penis-filled quim.

We collapsed in blissful exhaustion.

As the sun came up, we made a quick retreat back into the bedroom, where we continued to make love for the rest of the day.

Now that we are in the throes of winter, there won’t be much opportunity for making love in the great outdoors, but once late spring arrives, I know a secluded lake in the mountains where my husband and I can go for a sweet retreat under the star filled sky of God’s creation.