Love On A Picnic Blanket

DISCLAIMER (Please Read):

This story, is a mix of fact and fiction about things my wife (WifeofJay) and I have done or have fantasised about. It gives context to how our desires evolved over time.

Please remember writing is subjective, what you might find boring, other enjoy. So if you want to leave a comment, leave one that will help improve me as a writer or Please enjoy as we are both members of literotica and would love you to read.

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THE COUPLE

Zoe and I shared a unique, open and honest relationship with each other. We had developed a friendship over time that harnessed into a relationship of a deeper understanding and communication.

It was a love built on care, tenderness, and unwavering support. I had always expressed how drawn to her caring and loving nature I was. How in her, I found a partner who embraced every facet of our journey together.

Her looks were undeniably mesmerising, but she was more than looks. Zoe's kindness had no limit. Her days were marked by small gestures that made me feel cherished. A lovingly prepared breakfast, a thoughtful note tucked into my lunch, or the constant and consistent messages she sent unanswered while I was busy at work. She loved to stay connected and often expressed jokingly that her messages felt like spam or as conversations with herself.

My work had me dealing with clients on a one on one basis and busy most day, but, I would always return to a freshly cleaned home and greeted with her small body embracing me and her lips wrapped around mine.

Her nurturing spirit extended beyond our home, reaching out to our friends and family with the same selfless dedication.

I felt free to be myself, unburdened by the challenges outside our home. I found solace in her. She loved me for all of my strengths, and although I am a man who shows little vulnerability, she admired the rare occasion I did.

Zoe, in turn, had expressed to me and even our close friends her adoration for me, saying that it was a depth that went beyond words.

She admired my resilience, determination to overcome problems or hardships, and the unwavering support I provided to the few people I considered close.

My gestures held a significant amount of integrity in Zoe's heart. His words matched his actions, which removed any shadows of doubt or insecurity.

There was a primal aspect in me that Zoe found very appealing. A dominant presence and his traditional ways as a man gave her a sense of security and protection. I was aware of this not only through her words but her mannerisms.

A persons actions spoke volumes to Zoe and she received that everyday. We shared a balance of give and take, complementing the other. I was drawn to her caring and nurturing nature, and in turn she was comforted in my strength and protective instincts, fuelled by my care of her.

THE MORNING OF

Waking up at 6:00am and lacing up my shoes for a morning run isn't just a routine, to me it's absolute joy. The quiet streets, the cool air filling my lungs, it all creates a inner feeling that brings a genuine smile to my face. In those early hours I find a sense of accomplishment and a promising start to the day.

Today waking up at 6:00am hit different. Today was about Zoe, about us. The anticipation of seeing her excitement, excited me. After a tiresome week at work, exhaustion was heavy on my shoulders. I knew Zoe and I needed a break, a chance to escape the demands of everyday life.

I craved time with my wife, in fact I needed it. She was always understanding of my schedule and the love I had for my work, so she never nagged, but always glowed when I took time to be with her.

I made my way to the kitchen, starting the espresso machine, the aroma of coffee beans filling the air. As the dark liquid poured itself into the cup, I added just enough frothed milk and made my way back to our room with two cups in hand.

Zoe's kindness and warmth radiates through her personality. It is impossible not to love a woman who can bring complete calm to the chaos in your life with her gentle breeze.

As I entered the room and watched her laying peacefully, her eyes closed, softly breathing, my eyes could not help but absorb her beauty.

The sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating her bare hips as she lay on her side, satin sheets drawn between her legs, exposing half of her naked body.

My eyes combing over her slim petite frame. Her soft, smooth and milky white skin was a welcoming sight to my eyes. As I placed her coffee beside the bed, my fingers brushed away her jet black hair, revealing her face.

How could you not to be captivated by Zoe's face; her eyes softly opened, deep and expressive. She smiled a light early morning smile, her lips were beautiful, yet sexy, curving with grace and inviting warmth and tenderness.

As the sunlight kissed her features, adding a radiance to her allure, she rustled lightly with the sheets as she stretched and whispered, "good morning babe."

Her voice, accent and the delivery of her words taking her beauty beyond physical appearance, reflecting her personality and the unique charm that makes her, uniquely her.

Leaning in, my lips tasted hers for a moment, before leaning back, my eyes shifting to her coffee and back to her, "coffee's hot."

Her eyes lit up, as they did every morning with a genuine appreciation. Placing my hand on the small of her back, feeling her silkiness, I continued; "wear something for the weather, I'm taking you out."

Her eyes, still hazy, adjusted to the rays of light dawning the sheets, turning her attention back to me as I walked away, she smiled with excitement.

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Downstairs, the anticipation of a perfect day was in the air while I carefully packed for our picnic.

Dressed in tan slim fit chinos, I picked up my crisp white linen shirt and draped it over my shoulders, the fabric welcoming to my upper body as I buttoned to just below my smooth, well formed chest. It was her favourite kind of shirt on me.

Moments later, the sounds of her feet diverted my attention, my eyes leering up as she descended the stairs. Fuck this woman blew my mind.

Her legs so smooth, glistened by her body lotion, her calves shapely and her highs demanded attention as the hem of her white summer dress sat above the middle of her thighs.

The dress mostly white was patterned by light floral colours of red, green and yellow. Flowing outwards at her thighs and pulling in tightly around her slim waist.

Her delicious cleavage bounced and held my gaze by the plunge of her v neck, held by thin straps above her shoulders.

Peering upwards, above her collarbone, there it was, that radiant smile I described, shon directly at me. Her eyes locked with mine, telling me there was no where else she rather be.

As she reached the bottom, Zoe twirled with enthusiasm, "I'm all yours hubby" she said.

THE PICNIC

I found the perfect place weeks before, knowing the things she loved so intimately, this was the place to bring about absolute zen.

We strolled through the secluded open fields, the sun golden highlighting a vast green landscape, her floral dress mimicked the vibrant wildflowers around us.

Zoe and I shared a great sense of humour, where I'd often tease her about her age, being that she was older than me. My humour often dark drew many light slaps on my arm. I was her "menace" as she often said and laughter echoed as we reached the perfect spot.

Right between two small trees, shaded with streaks of sun. I spread the blanket and laid out a plate with rich red and fresh strawberries. Alongside it a bottle of Prosecco, her favourite. Her contagious smile proved how much she was loving this moment.

Pouring two glasses, I watched her press her lips against the glass, watching the bubbles slowly entering her mouth, leaving a light print of her red lipstick that popped colour over those gorgeous lips.

As she reached for a strawberry, her expression enjoying the sweetness, she bit lightly and sucked the juice from it, then it happened. What I wanted her to see.

In the distance, a beautiful horse ran freely, its silhouette against the sun horizon, it was perfect.

Zoe's eyes sparkled as she noticed the horse. Zoe is the biggest animal lover I had ever met. And horses were her kryptonite. She gasped "Look at that beauty. They are so magical."

I loved listening to her talk about animals, she always lit up. I already knew her answer, but I asked genuinely wanting to hear her. "What is it about horses you love?"

She paused, passion in her eyes. "They are majestic. Their strength is inspiring, and there's this gentle understanding, like an unspoken bond." She said with an light nod, asking if I understood.

She continued. "There's something about their strength and grace that just resonates with me.

She looked at me, catching my smitten smile, almost teasing but loving her explanation at the same time. She knew, slapping my arm lightly "grrr you ass, I know what you're doing" she giggled, well aware I just wanted to hear her harp on about animals.

Taking another strawberry and placing it slowly in her mouth, allowing the taste to coat her mouth. Her jawline moving seductively as she chewed. She Licked her lips softly. I thought to myself, fuck I love to watch her.

Locking eyes with me, as she tasted her wine. Taking a light gulp. "Babe I love what you've done here." She said. "I love when I get to just spend time with you. Alone."

Shimming herself closer to me, placing her wine down and placing her soft hands on the fabric of my shirt, holding my chest. Her thumb caressing the opening of my shirt, her nail grazing my skin. "Especially when I get to look at you in a shirt" she said.

She cheekily smiled as she bit her lip in the sexiest of ways that only she does. Moving her hand to the opening of my shirt, and sliding her hands inside. Her palms rubbing against my bare chest. I could tell she was turned on.

Lifting herself up to her knees, as she looked down at me sitting below. "God you're a sexy man babe" she whispered.

Surrounded by the light rustle of leaves. The sunlight behind, highlighting her hair that matched the rustle of the leaves. Our eyes locked, a now silent dialogue that felt like an animalistic urge between us.

My hands gravitated to her bare thighs, my fingers clasping around her flesh, squeezing, leaving her skin pale momentarily.

Swiftly lifting her above me and back down, a knee on each side of my waist, I hungrily placed her atop of me. Her sweet spot felt the bulge of my arousal.

With a light sigh of pleasure, biting her lip and letting out a smirk filled with lust, she gyrated her pussy against my thickness.

Our mouths kissing hungrily as her fingers urgently undid the buttons of my shirt. I was craving every inch of her in my hands.

My hands moved up her luscious thighs, cupping her perfect ass. I groped hard, making her squeal in pleasure and pain.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered with intent, "I fucking want you." Her hands opening my shirt wide and sliding over my shapely torso toward my chest, she lightly pushed me, till I rested on my back.

Leaning over, her hair fell to my neck as I felt her lips close over the flesh of my chest, lightly kissing and sucking downwards.

Her body shifted down, she moved her hair, creating a pathway for our gaze, her eyes remained on mine as she unbuckled me.

Licking her lips hungrily, she shuffled the top of my pants down.

Zoe let out a gasp as she looked at my girth covered by cotton briefs. Her hand massaging it from the outside, her face was consumed with satisfaction.

She had a look of certitude as her fingers peeled back the waistline of my briefs. My dick springing out, long, thick and hard, aroused by all things her.

Staring at my manhood, she exhaled softly "fuuckkk." Taking in the sight for a moment as she always did, she wrapped her hand around it.

Locking eyes with mine, she lowered herself and then I felt the wetness of her tongue.

Touching and tasting the base of my shaft, she began licking upwards slowly, reaching my tip. I was oozing pre cum, and the way her tongue cleaned it up, looked and felt amazing.

Say what you will about love and lust, but I felt no shame in being insanely turned on watching this sexy woman I loved, service me.

She had an undeniable passion in her eyes, looking both beautiful and sexy as she swallowed my tip slowly.

Her eyes closed, I could hear her pleasurable moans stifled by my size and her attempts to push me further and deeper into her mouth.

Her lips pushing inwards and pulling outwards as her pace built, her head bouncing with elegance as she pleasured me.

Watching her enjoy me was ravenous, I felt the blood rushing through my veins, my eyes wandered from her face, tracing up the patterns of her dress.

Her perfect ass was elevated in the air and I couldn't help but picture her milky ass under the fabric of her dress.

Her gentle slurps ended with the sound of a pop as she sucked the tip hard on her way up for oxygen. She combed her hair back from her face and knelt up.

Her glazed lips were a fucking beautiful sight, her breaths heavier as she exhaled "I cannot wait for you inside me Jay!"

The way her faint and lingering accent pronounced my name was enough to ignite a fire inside me, I wasted no time. I lifted her, she felt almost weightless in my arms as I spun us around.

There she was, her face bathed in the early sun, she now laid on her back, looking up as I towered above her.

I leaned forward, like an animal approaching it's prey, her face eclipsed by the shadow of my body, I took a moment to appreciate her.

The innocence in her face, her loving and caring soul abundant in her eyes. Her heaving chest rapidly raising up and down, it almost felt like I could hear her heart beat.

I could try to explain it, but it's difficult to transform into words how such a beautiful, compassionate being like Zoe was at the same time a source of sexual fire.

I placed my hands over the straps of her dress, slowly sliding them off her shoulders. I slid her dress down and her breathes drew deeper.

I knew how to ignite her senses. Zoe loved to feel wanted, she loved my possessiveness but revelled in the moments of tension and build up.

I continued to move her dress down, revealing her naked breasts. Her gorgeous c cups jiggled free, holding itself perfectly. Her nipples stared back at me, craving my attention.

I leaned over, circling my tongue around her areola, before lightly hitting her nipple, immediately causing her to moan in delight. Her hand raised up and her fingers spread through my hair, giving into the moment of bliss.

She gasped as she felt my right hand slide under her dress, clasping at the underwear she wore. I made my way down her body, sliding the dress to her waist as I kissed her flat tummy, the aroma of her lotion taking over my sense of smell.

As I peeled the lace down to her ankles, she spread her legs, granting me access. My hands firmly pressed on her inner thighs, I was hungry.

As my mouth reached her entrance, my tongue devoured her juices before sucking her clit into my mouth. Sucking softly in and out as my tongue teased in strides.

Whenever Zoe reached a euphoric state, her choice of words lost all modesty. The only innocence that remained was her accent. It was pure, beautiful and almost sounded French, although that was not her native tongue. "Fuck, oh my god, fuck." She repeated as she surrendered her body.

If there was ever a driving force for a man to make a woman orgasm, I would say it was delivering a climatic experience to Zoe. It was undeniably a gift.

Her moans grew louder as I feasted upon her, the taste of her sex juices seeping into my mouth was delectable.

I felt her, the quivering sensation of her legs, as she gripped my head between her thighs, trying to control herself. Her words made little sense as she mumbled, arching her back. Her legs shook like tremors, a sexual seizure.

Crying out, her fingers gripped tightly on my hair, her delicious sweet spot, pushing deeper into my mouth as she shook wildly, she screamed as I released my mouth. Her juices squirting out, like a shaken bottle of soda. My hand rubbing her clit ferociously as she soaked up the blanket beneath her.

As she slowly tried to regain composure, she pulled me upwards, her face greedily kissed my mouth, tasting herself as she moaned "fuck me Jay."

Holding my girth at her entrance, I took a moment to watch her face. It was my favourite thing to do whenever I made love to her.

I would take my time, pushing inch by inch, witnessing her facial expressions, her gaping mouth and silent moans as she adjusted to my size.

Her walls swallowing me inside, she opened her eyes as I began to move back and forth inside of her space.

She whispered while we stared into each others "fuck. fuck don't stop. I want your seed inside me." Her nails digging into my back as I built rhythm, turning it from love making to heavy thrusts of fucking.

Her elegantly covered body from earlier that day was now non existent, as her dress gathered around her hips, her body exposed while we fucked and made love for 45 minutes.

She felt my girth expanding, her hand grazed my cheek while she exhaled in pleasure, we shared the moment.

I felt it rush to my tip, my hand next to her head as I held my body up with a forward stretched arm, shooting deep inside her.

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Our bodies exhausted, we laid next to each other, our naked bodies kissed by the sun, Zoe reached out, taking a small bite of a strawberry and placing the rest in my mouth, before closing her lips over mine. She smiled, "Want to go on another date tomorrow?"