I guess I should point out that this didn't happen every day, more like once or twice a month. I don't want someone to get the wrong idea. We didn't neglect the kids or leave them on their own for long periods of time. Most of the time we had a cigarette and came back in.
We were young and very much in love. Sex was something on our minds all the time. Anyway, it was kinky to our way of thinking back then and you made do as you can.
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With two kids and two jobs, alone time was at a premium. Especially, since we lived in a very small two-bedroom house. The house was a total of six hundred square feet so there was nowhere to hide and almost no place to escape to. Thin walls made any noise an attractant to small nosey ears.
We both smoked but never in the house. This was before second hand smoke and all that, it was a rule of the house to help us cut back. We had a porch swing on the front porch and one on the back. In the evenings the kids would be in front of the TV and left us alone when we went to smoke.
We lived in the country but were right on a major highway. The back porch would have been more private but the mosquitoes would carry you away during the warmer weather. The front porch had a constant breeze that kept it clear of the little winged monsters but there was the traffic.
We kept a couple of old sleeping bags in a storage box on the front porch. We usually pulled one out even in the summer so we had a little protection from prying eyes. It was like being back in high school again, lots of petting, but not a lot of fulfilling sex, if you'll pardon the pun.
Fingers and hands were busy and sometimes a blowjob if Kitty got hot enough and bold enough. She'd lay down in the swing and cover up with the sleeping bag. I'd be in hog heaven. The only problem was reciprocating was hard. I'm tall, she's tall, and the swing is short. With her turned to face me, there wasn't enough room for me to lie down.
Of course, there was always her sitting on my lap facing me as I swung us back and forth. She would pull the front of my shorts down below my balls, hike up her dress, and sit down on me. My dick deep in her tight sweet pussy would rub deliciously without us doing much of anything.
She held up the sleeping bag, which kept her hands occupied. Mine played with her small cone shaped breasts. Her nipples would get so hard that they hurt. Between my dick, my hands, the traffic on the highway, and the possibility of the kids coming out to catch us, she was coming long, hard and quickly.
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Winter was even better. The kids hated the cold and thought we were crazy for going out to smoke. That gave us even more privacy. Getting dark earlier also gave us an earlier start. After supper, we'd get the kids ready for bed, get them settled in front of the TV, and then slip out to the porch.
We'd zip the two sleeping bags together and climb in. We'd smoke a cigarette or two most of the time and talk but at time we were all over each other. It wouldn't be long before clothes started to disappear to the bottom of the bag.
Two warm naked bodies cuddled up in a warm nest of sleeping bags on a swing, was wonderful and exciting. Traffic was whizzing by a few hundred feet away while I fingered my wife to a dozy of an orgasm or two, or she gave me a blowjob.
I could even slip down to kneel between her legs while I ate her sweet wet pussy. That to me was best of all and made her come harder than anything. She normally remained pretty quiet even during the hardest orgasm.
Well, except for that one night. I was kneeling and licking Kitty's clit as she used a handful of my hair to guide my tongue and the pressure I used. Suddenly she was yelling and coming like mad. I dropped my head and stabbed my tongue into her flowing vagina. I had to swallow twice as she ground her sex on my face.
