She was putting her hair up in ponytail, "I like running with you...but keep in mind," and giggled, "my pace isn't what yours is."
With her tits packed into a sports bra, she pulled on the running tights, slipping them over her rounded bottom. I watched that ass, with a lingering appreciation, and wanting to throw her onto the bed.
She looked into the mirror, "I guess I should put on a t-shirt, too."
I knew what she was going to say, "It's nearly 7:00 on a Sunday night and there might be a few frisbee golfers...nobody'll see your nipples."
She nodded, "You're right...but I'm more concerned about you...horndog!"
I grinned, knowing she was spot on, "I'm comfortable with that...I'll own it!"
It was outlining, in my shorts, when I was stretching, and I noticed she was checking things out, just like I was...I guess that's one reason we're married.
It was only three to the park and back, and we did around two miles in the park, but it turned out to be a perfect evening run...five miles was just right, and the park was absolutely beautiful. Looking out over the little meadow, it took me back to some of those seemingly endless days of my childhood, wandering through the forest, and meadow...playing in the creek...it was an amazing time.
When we got back, our garden was alive with crickets and all the sounds of a waning summer. We were walking through the garden and checking out things in-flower. The white flowers of the Nicotiana were especially nice at dusk, but their fragrance was amazing.
We discussed where the all the succulent pots, trailing up the up the front steps, were going when it was time to bring things in for the season. It was a menagerie of peperomia, agave, orbea, aeonium, kalanchoe, haworthia, crassula, and sedum, some in combo pots and some were just big, overflowing specimen pots.
We walked back to the garden gate, picking a few things from the vegetable border, and leaving them on the bench, potentially for dinner later.
She was brushing her hand under a wiry, flower cluster of a begonia, "And I love these begonias...they're all so different, and they don't look like they could ever be in the same family...excuse me...genus." She cupped a leaf of a big Polka Dot Begonia and nodded, "You really know how to grow freakin' begonias...they're so wild."
I looked into her eyes, "We know how to grow begonias...you do half the watering...you deserve credit." I pulled her into my arms, "You are one sexy runner, and a hell of a sexy gardener," pressing my lips to her lips.
She responded with roaming hands under my t-shirt, while my hands moved over her body, grabbing her ass, and moving up to knead her breasts. I traced a circle, tweaking a nipple through the fabric.
She moaned when I pushed the bra over her head, rolling the nipple between my fingers, "Mmmm...we have some history...out here, in the garden."
The kiss ignited a passion, prompting her soft, lusty moans into my lips. My fingers trailed down over her navel and into her panties.
"Yes...yes, we do," I grinned.
She was moaning and trembling, when I slipped one inside, exploring the warm, wet arousal. "Oh god, that feels sooooo good!"
I gently pumped it deeper before, bringing it up to my lips...mmmm. I immediately went back for more, but offered it to her, "You'll like this...here, taste yourself."
We both savored that for a moment...but then, with a big, sexy grin, she pushed her hand inside my shorts. Giving it a firm squeeze, she giggled, "There's something hard in there...maybe a tool or something...a special garden tool!"
She teased me, "I bet it's a dibber...I've been waiting for the moment when I get to fuck a nice hard...thick dibber." Before I could respond, "And...you know...both Jodi and I are a little jealous of Tara, because you haven't used one on us."
I laughed, "Well...what your holding isn't a dibber, but maybe it could be, once it's hard. That's a gardener's tool...a special garden tool...and I think, before we use a dibber, I need to clean it and make sure there're no splinters."
The "dibber sex" flashed through my brain and had me yearning for what I knew was about to happen, "Sweetie, you're gonna have to settle for what's in your hand...you want it? Mmmm, I know you do...I know you want that special garden tool...go for it...make it feel good!"
In the shadow of the big spruce, that veiled a bright, starry sky, she sank to her knees. Pulling my shorts down, to reveal my garden tool, growing larger and clearly challenging the underwear...she slipped them off, too.
She giggled, "It is a special garden tool...a very special garden tool...it ploughs super deep in my pussy...it can fertilize...or plant seed...thousands of seeds."
Taking a big, deep breath, she leaned in to kiss the shaft, teasing the tip before pushing it into her mouth. The thick, veiny shaft slid through her lips, till it hit her throat, and that half enjoyed the sensuous warmth.
I gazed down and there was one of sexiest women I'd ever been with, on her knees and staring back at me. I thought about how good I felt...deep in her mouth, but anxious to go all the way, even deeper. As she worked her mouth up and down my cock, swirling her tongue, I moaned, "Yeah...yeah...that's...that's it...work it...work that cock!"
"Baby girl, you look good down there...down there on yer knees! Yeah...yeah, slide your tongue all over that dick...yeah...yeah...that's my girl...gooooood girl!"
When she flipped around, and leaned her head way back, I knew what was coming; my fingers dug into her thick curls, pushing her to take it deeper...and deeper, "Yeah, swallow the whole thing...fucccck yeah...fuuuuccccckkkkk yeah!"
Anxiously guiding her mouth further down the shaft, I savored the tight caress of her lips and that moment before it happens...when that first inch goes into her throat. "I know baby, it's thick...but love it in your throat and I love the throat bulge...yeah...yeah...so fuckin' hot...oh fuckkkkk! The way your lips grip the base...it's so fucking hot!"
