The sun warmed August. He welcomed the change after the days of dark clouds and frigid temperatures. He could see the change was welcome for Giselle, too. They both enjoyed exploring through walks and drives; the winter pall had helped short-circuit their outings. While August and Giselle were known to venture to the shore to watch storm surges, they preferred the long, warm days of summer.
Today, the unseasonal warmth raised August's spirits. He sat under a dormant apple tree in their garden, leaning against the trunk, and gazing at the fierce blue of the sky. Giselle moved between the bare canes of the raspberry bushes, pruning back the old growth to prepare them for spring. She wore a faded green t-shirt with holes in the armpits. The fabric was thin and the lines of her bra straps were clear. Her jeans were an indeterminate gray-blue, faded from years of washing. Ragged holes in the legs and butt gave August peeks of smooth skin.
He felt his penis relax and swell, his testicles tighten slightly. He could feel the warmth of the sun through his pants. August closed his eyes as he continued to grow. He imagined a formless goddess giving him head, wrapping his cock in a sunlit mouth.
August opened his eyes. His wife was leaning over, the neck of her t-shirt hanging open. Her hair hung on either side of her head, creating a tunnel into her shirt. He watched her cleavage shift as her breasts moved. They weren't porn star breasts that defied gravity. They were a mature woman's breasts that had nursed two children and been part of a life-long battle with weight. They were honest breasts that sagged when they were free; they were crossed with stretch marks from pregnancy and cycles of obesity. He loved Giselle's breasts.
He moved his hand toward his crotch to masturbate, but stopped, thinking. August had no problem with Giselle as a sexual partner and she enjoyed being the focus of his sexual energy. But she had a streak of conventionality that grew stronger as they got older. He remembered when she had no problem nude sunbathing in the backyard. Now she was content with showing a bit of thigh through torn jeans.
"You look great today."
Giselle looked up. Her pools-of-blue eyes crinkled with her smile.
"I feel good today. The sun feels great."
"Hmm. Why not take off your shirt and feel it a little more?"
Giselle snorted. "I think I know what you want me to feel, August."
"God, yes. Doesn't it just want to take off your clothes? The sun feels great on my cock and I'm wearing pants, for crying out loud."
Giselle shook her head. "You can be so vulgar."
August raised his eyebrows. "Tell me you haven't thought about feeling this sunlight naked?"
"Yeah. I guess." She looked at the garden. "It probably wouldn't feel real good to garden naked, though."
"I dunno. You could garden, we could have sex, and you could garden some more before we have sex again."
"Of course."
"I'll go first." August rose and pulled off his own ratty t-shirt. When he moved to unbutton his pants, Giselle scoffed.
"Yeah, right. You don't have the nerve."
August dropped his pants to his ankles and pushed down his underwear. He was erect.
"Really?" Without thinking, August grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. "Now you."
"I never said I was going to take off my clothes. That was all you, buddy." Giselle glanced at her husband's erection. "But if you really want to have sex, let's go inside."
August's pupils dilated and his nostrils flared as he breathed. He wanted to have sex with his wife, now.
"Out here. In the sun. Like when we first met."
"Are you sure? What if the neighbors see?"
