“Marlena, can you hand me the napkins?” Maggie asked as she finished arranging the fruit tray. Stacks of hotdogs, hamburgers, cakes, pies, chips, and soda stacked the picnic tables in the Horton’s back yard creating a smorgasbord of holiday favorites guaranteed to happy the heart of even the most determined party-pooper.
It was the afternoon of the annual Horton Family Picnic and the whole gang was in attendance. Marlena gave Maggie the napkins and was about to grab some punch when she felt arms snake around her waist and pull her back.
“Time to eat?” her husband asked as he planted a quick peck on her cheek.
“I’d say it’s safe to round up the troops,” she said leaning back into his arms.
“I’m starved,” they said in unison. They laughed about thinking alike. He smacked her bottom and she walked off to spread the word that it was time to eat.
After feasting, partaking in several games, and catching up with other party visitors, John decided it was time to leave the crowd to visit nature and enjoy the beautiful day they had been given.
“Let’s take a walk,” he said, tugging at his wife’s hand and allowing for little objection.
She chatted idly, updating him on family stories as they strolled through the woods, the candy colored leaves crunching under their feet, the tree limbs clicking above. He mostly listened, adding an occasional nod and “uh huh” in agreement. He was enjoying this time with the family and away from daily stresses as much as she was.
He was especially enjoying the time alone with her. He had been craving it all day. She had been driving him crazy and he had a feeling that she didn’t even know it. They were innocent acts that teased him, like when she took a bite of his offered cupcake and icing had gotten all over her lips and around her mouth. She had encouraged him to clean it off of her because her hands were full. He ran his fingers across the offending icing and licked it off his own fingers. He really wanted to kiss it off of her, but they were surrounded by family and friends and he knew it would have taken her completely surprise and he wasn’t convinced she wouldn’t hit him if he attempted such a move.
Then there was the family football game. The first round, they had been on opposite teams and he got the pleasure of tackling her several times. Well, tackle wasn’t exactly the right word considering it was a touch football game, but he was able to extend the meaning of touch, not passing up any chance to grab her in his arms. Much to the humor and chagrin of his teammates, he received several penalties for his “tackle” moves in the touch football game. During the next game, he and his wife were teammates and he got the special pleasure of staring at her ass as she passed him the ball during the lineup. There were several times he ran the play clock down because he was so caught up in the sight of her that he didn’t hear the word “hike”.
And the balloon toss game almost put him over the edge. He watched as she carefully tossed the water-filled balloon back and forth with Belle, trying not to let it burst. Much to his pleasure, it burst as Marlena caught it for the fifth time, the water soaking the front of her thin sundress. From the looks of her, the balloon had been filled with cold water from the hose. He was full of pride (and passion) as he watched her laugh and wring out her clothes.
They exited the wooded area and headed back towards the party. They neared the shed that rested at the back of the Horton’s lot of land and separated the woods from the yard. Noticing he wasn’t beside her, she turned and found her husband picked a single daisy from the patch spreading on the ground. He smiled walking toward her and handed her the bud. She took it and placed it in her hair, tucking it behind her ear. She reached out to him and stroked the side of his face with her fingertips, coming to fall to his chin and rested her hand on his chest as she leaned in for a gentle kiss of appreciation.
He rested his hands on the back wall of the shed, trapping her between the building and his body. She looked deep into his eyes, appreciating their closeness.
She was about to speak when he quickly leaned back in and kissed her deeply, beginning by running his tongue along her lips then probing her mouth open to find her tongue.
She retuned his kiss momentarily then disengaged her mouth. She recognized his mood.
“John…we aren’t very far from the party. We can’t do anything here,” she said, attempting to convey a warning tone, although it came out more pleading than forceful.
“Is that a fact?” he asked coyly. He swept her hair back, gaining access to her neck and placed a gentle kiss below her ear. His hands swiftly headed towards the button on her bodice of her sundress and undid the top button.
“John,” she pleaded. “They’ll hear.” She meant what she said, but her body betrayed her and sent a very different message.
“Then you’ll have to promise to be quiet,” he retorted and dropped to his knees to kneel in front of her.
He pushed up the front of her sundress and rested it around her hips. Holding her at the waist, he nuzzled his face into her panty-shrouded crotch. She took a sharp intake of breath and her head fell back.
Considering they could easily be caught, he wasted no time getting down to business. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her pink, lacy panties and pushed them down her legs, revealing her lower half in all its naked glory. She gasped when he did this, shocked and pleased at his forcefulness.
“Baby, try to be quiet,” he warned before he began. He knew it was impossible for her to not make any noise and he hoped she would be able to keep the moans and gasps to a minimum. He knew how embarrassed she would be if any family member rounded the shed and saw them in such a compromising position. He knew she wouldn’t forgive him for a very long time if that happened. But the fear wasn’t strong enough to convince either one to stop. In fact, it fueled the desire.
He inhaled deeply, loving how turned on she was, needing to taste her. He lengthened his tongue and ran the tip of it up the length of one of her lips, then back down. He repeated the motion on the other side. Then using his fingers, he spread her and placed his warm tongue completely over her, the widest part sliding along her clit and the strong tip of his tongue toying with her hole.
Overcome with the feel of his hot mouth on her, she slammed her body back against the shed.
Twenty feet away, Belle turned to Shawn. “Shawn, I lost my bracelet. Will you help me look for it?” she asked.
“Sure. When did you last have it?” he asked.
“I either lost it when we were eating or during the balloon toss. I’ll check by the picnic tables. Can you check over by the shed?” she said.
“Sure,” said Shawn and he began searching the ground, heading for the shed at the back of the lot.
He slid his tongue along the length of her pussy, increasing his tempo. He thrust his fingers inside her as he flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit and drank her in.
She thrust her hips forward, encouraging him to increase pressure. One hand held his head in place, directing him, as her other raised overhead and slapped against the shed behind her, searching desperately for something to grab onto. Her breathing was erratic, eyes squeezed shut.
Who knew that once she accepted an innocent stroll in the woods with her husband she would end up with her back pressed against the wall of the shed during the Horton family picnic, struggling to keep silent as he licked and sucked her hard?
Reaching the far side of the shed, Shawn continued to search the ground for Belle’s bracelet. He was nearing the corner of the shed, planning to check behind it for the lost item, when a noise caught him off guard. It sounded like something smacked against the wall of the shed. He looked behind him, thinking one of the younger kids must have kicked the soccer ball at him and made contact with the shed, but all were busy playing or talking.
He was puzzled, yet determined to keep hunting for Belle’s sake. He was about to round the corner when Belle called out from the yard, “Shawn, I found it.” He turned and headed back towards the party.
Her hand found a loose board and she grabbed on to it tightly to release some of her built up tension. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she began to whisper in heavy breaths. Her lover wasn’t stopping his ministrations. He continued to suck and lick her and she was getting close to release. She removed her hand from the back of his head and bit into her fist to keep from screaming. She couldn’t help but elicit short, high pitched whimpers although she was able to keep them somewhat quiet.
He continued working on her, eager to have her release. He considered stopping since keeping quiet was evidently becoming harder and harder for her, but he couldn’t bear the thought of bringing her this close and not finishing. He would just have to do it quickly.
He ran his teeth gently across her clit as he thrust fingers insider her one last time. A deep moan deep escaped from her throat as she came against his mouth, her body jerking and arching in release.
He pulled her panties back into place, kissed her covered mound and smoothed her sundress back down. He wiped his mouth and stood to face her. Her eyes were still closed. He kissed her lips gently as her body calmed down. He pulled back from her, giving her room, and she opened her eyes and stared at him.
“Mom! Dad!” Belle hollered nearby in a sing-song voice. Within seconds, she had rounded the corner of the shed and saw them. Her mom was leaning up against the shed and her dad was slightly removed, staring at her. It appeared they had been in deep conversation.
“Oh there you two are. I was looking for you!” said Belle.
John turned to his daughter with an animated smile. “Yep sweetheart. We were just returning from a stroll in the woods. The trees are changing color. It’s pretty spectacular,” he said.
Marlena continued to rest against the shed, not speaking.
“Are you okay, Mom?” Belle asked, noticing her mom’s silence.
Marlena smiled, looking at John and hummed “mm hmm” in response.
“She just has a slight headache, sweetheart, and we needed a minute to rest from trudging through these woods,” John covered.
“Okay. Well, you’d better come on. The fireworks will be starting soon and you’ll want to grab a good seat,” Belle said happily and bounded off towards the party.
“Did you hear honey? Fireworks! Come on,” he said as he pried her away from the shed and the shuffled back to the crowd.
Upon their return, Marlena gulped down a large glass of water, needing to cool her sudden flush. They chatted with family for awhile, sharing a smile and an ornery look from across the yard now and again.
Evening began to descend and sparklers were pulled out for the kids to play with. Not to be left out of the fun, the adults grabbed some, dazzled by the colorful burning embers. John brought one to Marlena and created a special message, the words “I love you” drifting off in smoky letters.
It was time for the fireworks show. Everyone grabbed a spot to watch the sky, some sat at the picnic table, other scrambled to the roof of the shed, many spread blankets on lawn.
John and Marlena chose a blanketed spot at the very back of the yard and snuggled down to watch. John sat, leaning back on his hands as Marlena positioned herself between his legs, her back to him. She rested back against him and he pulled an extra blanket around them. The night air had developed a chill. The light show began.
They snuggled like this for quite some time. Marlena was so relaxed, so happy in his arms, watching the sky light up with color. Then she felt John’s hand sneak under the blanket they shared and around to her stomach. His hand quickly wandered lower, meeting the hem of her sundress and snaking underneath it. Marlena leaned further into his chest and did not stop him. He dipped his fingers under her panties and spread them across her, finding her wet.
Marlena bent her knees and placed her feet flat on the ground, creating a drape over her legs and the rest of her body. This would block any action going on underneath.
John began to run his three fingers up and down her, finding ample lubrication for his actions. He flicked slowly over her clit.
Marlena placed the back of her head on John’s shoulder and squeezed his thigh. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against the small of her back and she knew he was enjoying his meanderings.
John continued his work, but knew not to take her far. There were friends and family, and young children within sight and he knew if he got too determined, she would be audibly noticeable. Any “oohs” and “ahhs” she was eliciting now were hidden by the booming of the fireworks and the similar crowd response to the lights.
Both participants equally worked up, John removed his hands and hugged his wife further towards his chest. The fireworks were almost over, yet just beginning.
When the light show finished, unable to leave the comrade of the day, the crowd folded up their blankets and came back together to roast marshmallow.
A marshmallow and witty conversation with a relative over the fire was the last thing that Marlena wanted at this moment. She wanted John.
She found him by one of the picnic tables preparing to load up a roasting stick with marshmallows. She took stick from his hand and placed it on the table. “Meet me in the house,” she said, leaving no room for objection.
To avoid suspicion, he waited a minute after she parted and followed her inside. She pounced on him as soon as he walked in the door, pulling him into the nearby half bathroom. She flipped on the light, shut the door behind her and locked it. She turned to him with lustful eyes. Her “come fuck me” look sent a tingle down his spine, directly to his crotch.
“Strip,” she demanded.
“A little needy, are we?” he teased her.
He wasn’t moving fast enough for her taste and she had had enough teasing for one day. She approached him and swiftly began unhinging and unlacing his belt.
“Well, considering you spent most of your day touching and teasing me mercilessly, although without objection, I’d say, yes John. I need you. And no more playing around this time. I need you inside me.”
He kicked off his shoes, pants and boxers and she slipped her panties off under her dress. She pushed him back to sit on the closed toilet seat. She peeled his black t-shirt off of him and lifted her dress around her waist as she straddled his hips. He grabbed her chin sharply and they engaged in a deep kiss. She lifted her hips, grabbed the length of him in her hand, stroking him a few times until he completely stiffened in her palm. She adjusted her hips forward and sunk her wet, silky pussy around his hard shaft. They both moaned as he filled her.
She began thrusting up and down on him, the balls of her feet pressing off the floor. He unbuttoned the top buttons of her sundress and found her breast. He latched onto her nipple and sucked hard. He helped her rhythm by thrusting upwards and pulling her hips downward during her movements.
“Quickly baby,” she pleaded into his mouth, then sucking on his lip. “They’ll be coming.”
“And so will you,” he responded as he pressed fingers against her clit and rotated them quickly.
He was right. This made her lose her resolve and she jerked her body into him, spurting and convulsing her release.
She tightened around him and he followed, jerking his hips into her as he filled her with his hot cum.
They rested against each other for a moment, then dressed, needing to get back to the group before they were missed.
“I love you,” she said sweetly as they headed hand and hand outside towards the bonfire.
“I love you too,” he said and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
The Jarlena Journal 