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   MF, wl, mild sm, cons



   I love to swim.  It's about my favorite activity outdoors, well and
inside too really.  There is something about gliding though the water and
being in "3D" that makes me feel more alive.  The pools I go to make no
never mind to me, I care most about water depth not the "Activities" that
can be found there.  Slides, boards, hot tubs, saunas, wading pools and
swings are all just clutter to bring other folks.  I swim for three main
reasons, I need to exercise, I like water and my lady looks stunning in a
suit.  The last is new, but now my best liked reason of the three.  I have
a thing for women in underwear and they all look like they are at the pool,
but she is a dream.  Speaking of....

   Hot days, four in a row, really drive me to distraction.  Tawny did not
help though, that lady knows me to well.  She spent the better part of the
last three in a bikini.  A plaid bikini, enough to make me aroused in less
time than I care to admit.  High on the hip ties, three quarter back and
enough material in the front to make it legal, cups to the top not
triangles I feel that the triangle just does nothing for her.  Can you tell
she bought this for me?  Dry and wandering about the house she is an angel,
wet and moving through the water toward me with the intent to stop in my
arms... she is a devil.  I can barely think on hot days, but with her
passing me while I cook, in that suit on the way to the backyard, well it
is just silly.  If I had any kind of concentration it's just gone after
that.

   No pool for us today, no time really.  She works in the next morning and
I am busy preparing Jam, and pie for the winter.  Yea I know stupid days
for it, but I really want to stretch the dollar she brings home and I
picked four buckets of raspberries and will not waste them.  And she likes
fresh clean food anyway.  She has chosen to read on the deck under the
umbrella, I need shade, I hate to burn.  So there I am in the kitchen,
sweating a tad, making Jam and pies when she comes in to get lunch,
stopping to go to the bathroom.  Cold rice salad, I made yesterday before I
went to bed, seems to be her choice.  I know the sound of the container she
is opening to get it.  We own four bowls for eating out of.  At this point
one is dirty and the rest are clean, she stops to clean the one in the
sink. Then turns to the counter, and dries the bowl.

   Looking at me says "Seems hotter in here then I thought it would be."

   With that she drops the towel on the counter.  After choosing a glass
and placing it near her salad bowl she opens the fridge and puts the salad
away, on the bottom shelf.  I set up the fridge, I did all of it on
purpose, it has two middle shelves that are as high as a margarine
container.  The two bottom crisper buckets have a piece of glass we use for
a shelf and it's bigger then the top one that holds juice sized things.

   Yes, you're right; I want my lady to bend over.

   I admit this freely, never been an issue with me to keep it a secret.  I
spend a good 2 hours a day watching Tawny move if I can, makes me feel
good. Not much else in my life has ever done that.  However she, even in
normal day to day things, is wonderful to watch.  Her hips have always
drawn my eye, even before we ever did anything together.  She was, a very
long time ago, less then impressed by them, but I never have been.

   So there I am jam on a spoon running down toward my hand, potholder in
the other with my knee holding the door to the oven open.  I too am bent
over getting the pies, but I am not watching the pies, spoon or even the
oven now.  I can barely make out the lips of her vagina, but then it's the
whole bottom of her I am looking at.  Her ass is rounded and tight, she
walked a lot while schooling.  I remember the first time I asked her if I
could have sex in her behind, she smiled and said yes.  Her legs drop away
from her hips and are sweet and smooth.  She gets waxed, one day when I am
sure I can handle her in pain I'd like to be there for that.  I might get
my face done.  Strong calf muscles complete her legs, ending in her cute
feet.  I like them but she thinks her feet sweat too much, like I care. 
Her waste is slender, not the toothpick thing, which I love.  She has
sweet, mouthful and a little more, breasts.  Both of which are hanging
nicely in the suit right now, and her legs are spread enough for me to see
them, and now that I think of it I can see better the shape of her mound
which means from the look down to her feet, she has opened her legs.  And
she is looking at me right now through her legs, I am caught.  Go ahead
genius explain what you are doing.

   "Nice suit Hon" I try.

   "Uuuh hmm" she says, standing up and turning around with the carafe we
have for juice in her hand.  After pouring the juice into the cup she hands
the container to me and picks up the bowl and heads out to the patio.

   I had to drop the oven mitt to receive the carafe, and lets face it she
caught me and I guess I deserved it.  I drop the jam spoon into the pot,
and put the juice away.  Chuck the oven mitt downstairs to the washer.  And
get a new one and get the pies out.  But the whole time I can only see her
bent over flashing trough my mind; her pelvis turned practically exposing
her ass and cunt lips, with her breasts hanging down and her looking at me
through her own legs.  Nipples pushing behind the fabric of the top,
taunting me, as she turned and walks outside to the patio to read.  It's
amazing I didn't try to fuck her then.  Mind you I have stuff on the stove,
pies to put on racks.  Beautiful sleek rounded rack, she tastes so good. 
Not the same thing but exactly where my mind is right now.  I want to suck
on her nipples, draw her areola slowly into my mouth, and nibble on it
while I start to run my fingers in-between those sweet lips till I get to
the clit so I can...

   FUCK!  the jam is hot.

   My finger is in the sink and the stove is off before I yelp.  Tap on and
water cooling my hand before she can even get in the house.  She moves me
to the bathroom after turning off the cold water and handing me the peas
from the freezer; I missed the getting of the peas completely and wander,
lead mostly by her, to the bathroom.  Peas on my finger now in the sink
water on and first aid kit out.

   Now and only now she says "Let me see it."

   This woman knows how I am about my hand and no burn will be too small
and she must deal with it if it is large enough to cover my whole hand. 
Truth is I can't, it's my hand and I just have no brain.

   Mostly no brain, at this point she is scared and standing on cold tile.
Without the top of the suit mind you.  "Unreal nipples Hon" I think.  She
is wrapping my hand in gauze after putting some herb gunk on it.  I never
ask about that kind of stuff; I am the animal guy, she is the plant girl.
Right now she is the plant Goddess.  I can not keep but thinking "I would
rather be sliding in and out of her then cooking".

   "Right!" she moves to my side and looks at me with the serious face,
"can we do the Jam or do I take you to the bath?"

   The bath is my haven when I am hurt, I couldn't live without a bathtub.
It's unthinkable.

   "Jam" I hear me saying looking at her face.

   "Ok quick then" she moves like a cat to the kitchen pulling on one of my
shirts folded on the table, a blue one.  "They make good aprons" she usual
says.

   All at once the Jam is done, stove is off, my hand is being examined and
most importantly my shirt is in a heap at the bottom of the stairs on top
of the oven mitt.  It appears my hand is fine and I was more shocked then I
was hurt, it's the same thing ninety percent of the time when I hurt my
hands.  Most times when it's over, I settle in and let the fear go.  This
time is a tad different, I am opposite Tawny with her having already
cleaned and wiped the hand and presently is examining it closely.  She has
her legs open wide with mine between them so we are close.

   "It is fine I say" looking at her breasts and vagina, I have a hard-on
that will not quit.

   "Hon, really I think I'll be ok" I say trying to ease the situation.

   She is close to my fingers and then my little finger, the burned one, is
not the focus my, middle finger is in her mouth and she is sucking on it.

   "Ok so that feels good" I whisper.

   She reaches down to my shorts and undoes the string, and stands me up.
My penis points out at her and she pulls me into her mouth.  Her stokes are
slow and she pulls herself off me and looks up at me.

   Quietly she says "Care to move to the couch?"

   "Yes"

   My voice crackles, I love when she is coy it heightens the whole
situation for me.  Little on the planet is as exciting as her at this
moment.  I move fast to the couch and lay back; she walks up toward the
couch and settles on the floor beside me.  Taking my cock in her mouth she
puts my hand on the back of her head.  This is an invitation to push her
onto me as I'd like, I'm speechless.  She makes small strokes to encourage
me to push, she has always been careful to show me what level of control I
am supposed to have.  Most times it feels like none, because I tend to give
my self to the Joy at hand.  It makes it a hundred times better.  Now I am
sliding in and out of her mouth.  I push gently on the back of her head
gathering hair in my fingers.  Then pull her head back.  And push it back
on, she follows the lead I am giving.  Hmmm I must try, I push her down so
most of me is deep in her mouth and reach down with the other hand and rub
her nipple.  I move my hand off her firm tit and lift her head from my
cock.

   "Bottoms off." It's a command, and I "mean" it.  She shakes her head a
little in defiance.  Sweet!  I push her mouth on me hard.

   Calmly I say "Suck me the way I like it or you are in huge trouble
Tawny"

   She does at first, and I love it.  I get harder and harder, my hips
sticking more of my cock into her mouth.  I push her head down to make it
feel even better.  I stop it and get up I am harder then I have been in a
long while and want to fuck her.  I reach down to her bikini bottoms and
she back up ever so slightly, looking down and away as she does.

   "That's it." I say in mock disgust, "you'll not be pleased with this
choice love"

   I sit down and motion for her to bend over my knees with her behind in
the air, I make no bones about what I mean when I add "Ok lay across my
knees I am going to spank you".  I reach out and pull her across my left
knee.  Having to take the bottoms off of her for myself will cost her
strokes and she knows it.

   "Tawny, reach down and take the bottoms off" then I add "Now" through
gritted teeth.

   She slowly begins to comply, and then stops.  Slowly shakes her head to
signal "no" even though she is now not facing me, she has made it clear she
won't.

   "Ok but remember you made it this way."

   I turn her around facing away from me, and then tell her "Ok hands up
over your head".

   She quietly complies; I untie the strings on either side of the bottoms.
I then part her legs reach in and, putting one finger between her pink and
moist lips for a moment, I pull down carefully till the bikini bottoms are
in my hand.  I smile, tasting her on my finger and looking at her ass.  I
will enjoy this fuck; she is making sure of it.

   Turning her back I plainly put to her "Bend over my knee, this will be
easier on you if you just do as you're told." She bends down and kneels on
the floor then slowly gets over my left knee.  I step over her legs with my
right and plant my foot and sweep it back to the couch, this pins her legs.
I do this quickly to make the point that I am in control.

   "Hands behind you back and lock your fingers." I say simply.

   She shakes her head "no"

   "Defiance is not tolerable Tawny" I grab her hair and slap her ass once.
This causes me to get as erect as I think I'll get today.  As I see it now
she has pushed it three times and that gives me a lot of good lashings to
hand out.  If she had wanted less she would comply quickly, it's all in the
game of it.  The spanks I give with out her following my words as law are
"free" to dish out and she knows it.  I put my hand on her ass and she
flinches thinking she will be getting another just then.

   "One more time, put your hands behind your back and lock your fingers."
I enunciate clearly.  As I say this I put two fingers into her wet lips, I
will be fucking you here soon enough love.  I stroke her clit and push my
thumb up against her ass.  She lets out soft sounds from her throat.  I
push the thumb tight against her hole and fingers into her to the last
knuckle, I am deft and move with the grace our love making has always
inspired.  I pull up on her hair slightly.

   "Now" I state as though it was the last word on the subject.  She gives
in, she'd like to be fucking me too, soon, and drawing this out farther
will prolong it past where it will be comfortable for both of us to wait.
With her hands behind her back, my hand wrapped in her hair and fingers in
her snatch and a thumb now tickling her ass, I am working on not coming
now. It's a task worth doing, I'd like to be in her cunt up to my hips, or
her ass and have her begging to be let go, or in her mouth up to my nuts
but I'll take this any day.  She is in all kinds of anticipation and I love
it.

   I pull my hand from her behind, suck my fingers and through my best
smile in weeks ask "So twelve strokes?"

   "Why?" a question with a question, this may be her baiting me for more
or just a cursory check to see if I have a reason for that number.  This
too is part of the game, I need to have reasons to do what I do or I do not
get away with it.  She didn't catch me this time though I have reasons.

   "Three for not taking off the bottoms when I told you too, and three
each for the times you did not follow my demands.  Does that answer your
questions bad girl?" the smirk almost hurts.  Not to mention the hard on as
I look at her laying over my knee ass in the air and hands behind her back
in defeat.  The smell of her vagina is in the air, and I am doing all I can
not to buck her off and fuck her now.

   "Ok" she whimpers, "Can I ask one thing?"

   "Sure." I am not beyond compassion and this is really fun so far,
rolling with it gives me more pleasure then not.  She turns her head up to
meet my eyes, the whole time before this she has been downcast as it's very
sexy to me and she plays on that.

   "Will you fuck me too please, I want you too." She is trying now to make
me lose it.  I have been set up.  Beautiful ass, moist cunt, legs open at
the knees so I can see her.  Body arched and her asking for what I
desperately want to do, I may have to give this up one day she knows me too
well.  With what strength I have left I hold back.

   "If I feel like it" its every thing I can do to keep my voice from
crackling.  "Are you ready?"

   "I ..  I guess" her eyes travel back to the floor.  I may fuck her for
as long as I can, I want her so badly now

   I take my hand from her hair put it on her hands and lift my other hand
to begin.  I spank with quick and cautious strokes.  I do not want to hurt
her, just to spank her; she has after all been bad.  On the tenth slap I
stop with my hand on her ass, fingers resting on now engorged vulva lips,
wet and tender the opening beckons my touch so I put a finger into her.

   "What number are we on love?" I ask.

   "Umm..." she pretends to think so I can finger her slit, I love this
ladies sex fiercely, she is the best lover I have ever met.  I make small
circles around her clit, rubbing the length of the lips.  Nude lips, waxed
clean, looking every bit like a fourteen year old, she did this for me as
well.  It's a rare privilege to get a spouse who will alter their body for
you, mine will on occasions just to see me lose it.  I can only not come
for so long and it's getting really close.

   "Ten" she whispers.  Right I need to get this done she wants to fuck. 
Good thing really, I want to come in her badly.

   I strike her twice.  Taps really, quick ones with no force is all I can
muster now as a spank.  I just want it done so I can get on her and pump my
cock up to my hips into her vagina.  I slide her off me and roll her over
opening her legs.  I lean in and take both lips into my mouth; I love the
taste of her cunt.  Licking vulva left and right to get as much of her into
me as I can, I spin over her and get between her lovely legs.  I slide up
her frame sucking and licking at navel and tummy till I get to her chest,
taking each breast in my mouth one at a time I suck to make sure they arte
both as hard as they can get.  I rock me into her and she pulls her legs
around and pushes on my ass with both feet.  I kiss her rubbing nipples and
holding the back of her hair and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.  Every
push is more then the one before and I come forever it seems.

   I slide off and suck her lower lips into my mouth as fast as I can I
will suckle her clit and she'll come.  I want it and now.  Pushing two
fingers into her cunt and sucking her clit I match her body's tempo. 
Rubbing her firm and throbbing breast in my hand I play with the erect
nipple and switch to the other side.  She has such as nice body I could
fuck her all day, and have.  Slowly her hips gain tempo and my name is said
through the quick breaths and I know she will come soon.  I stick a finger
in her mouth and she sucks for a second and then comes.  It's amazing; I
love to watch her, one day I'll get video I swear.  I pull myself up beside
her and make sure to rub the last of the orgasm off of her clit.  Not so
much that she hurts just enough to finish it.  Wrapping her body into mine,
I slowly let the sun span the room before getting up to make dinner, she is
asleep and I'll only wake her when it's ready... or maybe when I am.