It’s going to be the last Sunday afternoon out on the farm for a while, so Will and Courtney decide to stay for a while after everyone else is gone. His parents have owned the place since the passing of his grandparents, who inherited it from the generation before them. It’s been a tradition to spend the last weekend before all the kids go back to school for the fall out here, making bonfires, playing games, and riding horses and four-wheelers. Meals consisted of smoked chickens and briskets, roasted fresh corn on the cob, and just-picked leafy greens and other veggies. Will and Courtney knew better than to imagine this as a relaxing weekend, and, sure enough, the non-stop activities of a score of relatives have left them longing for some quiet time to themselves.
Rather than embarking on their five-hour drive during the day back home to the bustle of the city, which would surely be anything but relaxing, the couple has decided to stay through the afternoon, both letting out audible sighs when the last car’s doors thunk closed and Uncle Pete guides his creaky old sedan down the gravel drive toward County Road 83.
“That was…” Courtney’s voice trails off.
“Yeah, it was!”
“Lemonade?” Courtney asks, turning back toward the house.
“Hard lemonade?”
“You know it!”
As his wife climbs the steps back into the farmhouse, Will watches her firm ass flex in the little denim shorts that are just barely suitable for family gatherings. He can’t help but grab a handful when he meets her in the kitchen.
“Well, that didn’t take long.”
“Been waiting for that for hours!”
“Bet you have,” she replies, wiggling her ass as she makes their drinks. She saved the last quarter of the pitcher of lemonade in the back corner of the refrigerator; now adding generous shots of vodka to what she pours into two highball glasses. She holds the finger she stirs with up to Will’s mouth for him to suck.
Courtney unclasps her bra through her cap-sleeved tee shirt, doing that magical thing where she pulls a strap over her elbow and pulls the undergarment out from the side.
“Well, that didn’t take long,” Will teases, impressed.
“Bra-less around the family is slightly inappropriate, but I need to set these girls free.”
“They do look happier now.” Will admires her boobs jiggling under her thin, tight top, nipples poking visibly.
“You look happier now,” she teases back. They put the vodka and remaining lemonade away and start in on their prepared drinks.
“Think the rain will come and go by tonight?” He looks out the kitchen window at the dark clouds that have been gathering all afternoon. Now it’s his butt’s turn to get grabbed.
“Supposed to clear up by eight or so.” They usually share the driving duties on their road trips. Getting home around one o’clock in the morning is fine with them, as they’d rather be on the road late at night, especially in the summer during the cooler hours, and behind most of the traffic.
The couple heads out onto the back porch, settling together on the rocking bench in the summer heat, their cold beverages quite satisfying even though they aren’t doing much to cool them off. They talk about the weekend, the family news, good and bad, glad to have caught up with everyone, but also glad it’s over. They don’t have kids themselves, but his brother sure does—four of them! Combined with her sisters’ three munchkins and Lisa’s two tweens from her first marriage, Will and Courtney have had about all the screeching and running and nagging and shuffling they could handle since Friday.
Having taken off their shoes, their feet start getting splashed by the first of the droplets that pelt the rough wooden porch planks. They embrace this opportunity to enjoy some peace and quiet, the morning’s birdsong now replaced by the whoosh of the warm summer rain that’s beginning to surround them. The rain steadies and increases, partially washing out the view of the acreage behind the house, blurring the apple grove and barn featured in the picturesque landscape.
“Head inside?” Courtney’s eyes don’t even open, clearly not even interested in heeding her own half-hearted suggestion.
“Nah,” Will replies. “Not till we need another drink.” They’ve each only gotten about half done with their spiked lemonades as they’ve just enjoyed unhurried sips.
Over the next few minutes, Courtney almost finishes her drink, and Will takes a couple of gulps to catch up. He pulls her close just as the wind picks up, gusts carrying some of the falling rain under the roof onto their bare legs. A kiss right in front of her ear is all it takes for her to turn toward him. Soon, they’ve set their glasses on the porch beside the bench and are making out like teenagers, his hands roaming up her toned, smooth thighs right up to the hem of her little shorts. She moans into his mouth, turning him on even more. He slides his fingers into the tight space between her skin and denim, working his hands inside her shorts at her hip.
Another gust wets the couple even more, causing them to part. Will squirms and adjusts his shorts. They’ve bunched a little with his awkward position, and he’s starting to get an erection. Courtney notices.
“Sure you don’t want to go inside?” She wets her lips with her tongue and runs her fingers up his thigh and over the peak of the slight tent in his shorts.
“No, I’m good.” He leans in, opening his mouth to cover hers, swiping his hand up her front to palm her breast, glad she took her bra off, feeling the texture of the spongy skin and stiff nipple.
“Oh, really?” She gropes his expanding penis, feeding him plenty of tongue. The wind is steadier now, wetting the bench as their hands and mouths roam. It’s a warm wind, and the rain isn’t cold, so she doesn’t mind.
“Fuck it,” Will says, leaning down to grab his glass. Standing and draining the rest of his hard lemonade, he sets the empty glass on the porch railing and pulls Courtney to her feet. Instead of heading inside, though, he pulls her over to the center of the porch and down the steps, onto the wet grass.
“What the—” She is shocked at being thrust into the downpour, but amused rather than annoyed.
“Might as well really make it count, right?” Will smiles, pulls her close, and lowers his face to kiss her deeply.
“Might as well,” she agrees, tugging his shirt up. “Can’t have you in this wet shirt, can we?”
Shirtless now, he grabs her boobs as he kisses her more, their wet hair dripping down their faces. Now soaking wet, her shirt comes up and over her head, freeing her breasts. Will starts to fondle them like his did in the shower this morning. His fingers tug at the front of her shorts, undoing the stubborn button.
“Are you really…?” She stands there out in the open getting soaked while he unzips her shorts.
“Really,” he grins, pushing his hand inside her panties, running his fingers through her bush. She sighs as the middle finger of one hand glides up and down her slit while he pulls her back against him, covering a breast with his other palm. After kissing her ear, neck, and shoulder, he tugs the tight denim down over her hips as she wiggles to free herself from the last of her clothing. Yes, her panties come down with her shorts, and she kicks the wet bundle aside.
“OK, well, now I’m really…!” She undoes his shorts, and they come off more easily than hers, though hung up on his lengthening half-boner for a second on the way down. Boxers off too, he now stands naked with his wife out in the elements. The rain has softened, but continues to wash over them.
Will and Courtney have sex often enough, once or twice a week for the most part. But it has become a little, well, traditional. Their little foray into the rain is just the thing they need to recalibrate, to recapture the wonder of exploring sexual boundaries, to try things that have remained untried, or not experienced in a long time. Their last blowjob was a couple of months ago, so now that she’s dropped to her knees in front of him, their eyes lock in a shared excitement.
Teasing licks to begin make his cock twitch. She proceeds with just her mouth, her hands clasped behind her back, tongue teasing the underside of his hardening and rising shaft, up to his frenulum. She wraps her lips and tongue around the head, tasting the fresh wetness of the country rain, sucking his penis deeper and deeper. Now is a good time to make sure her oral skills haven’t gone dormant, so she nudges his tip with her throat.
“Uhh, fuck, Courts!” Will’s snaps his head back, eyes closed, trying not to thrust forward. Courtney gags but pushes through the discomfort, regaining her confidence, lips approaching the base of his cock. Hands on his thighs now, she bobs her head, sucking strongly at the tip before taking him deep again. Two minutes later, she’s not sure what’s dripping from his balls more, the rainwater running in rivulets down his bare skin, or her drool.
When Will sinks to his knees, Courtney leans forward on her hands, her mouth still pleasuring his cock. He leans back, coaxing her to crawl forward almost on top of him, and soon, she’s lying between his legs, tits on his knees, stroking and sucking his boner.
“Oh, yes, the balls,” Will groans, feeling her lips tug his testes while her inverted fist slides up and down his shaft.
Leaving his dick for now, she crawls up his body, little by little, kissing his abs, and stopping to drag her nipples back and forth over his erection. She looks into his eyes as she gently grabs one of his nipples with her teeth.
He pulls her up so that they’re face to face, and soon they’re rolling, alternating who’s on top, laughing, wet grass and dirt sticking to their skin. The ground behind the farmhouse isn’t exactly a lawn, but more like a meadow. The long grass licks their skin, and the turf feels squishy under their knees, butts, elbows, and shoulders. Will and Courtney are part of the landscape now, their wet, naked bodies writhing together under the open sky.
They sit beside each other, hip to hip, facing each other, legs stretched in opposite directions. Courtney plays with Will’s dick, twirling a finger around the tip, tracing down his shaft, cupping and juggling his balls, and tugging on the shaft and head. He fingers her pussy, twisting two fingers inside, scissoring them apart to spread her open, circling her clit, and pulling on her nest of pubes. Their mutual masturbation becomes more direct, stroking steadily. Courtney eventually draws her knees up under her and climbs on top of her husband.
“You look fucking amazing,” Will tells her as she straddles him, sitting up, hair plastered over her tits. The rain has let up a bit, light but still steady.
“So do you,” she replies, hips pumping to stroke his shaft with her pussy.
“One with nature, I guess,” he says, rolling her to the side and settling between her legs.
“Freshly showered,” she giggles.
He licks and sucks at her ribs and breasts, tasting the wetness from her salty skin. The mix of rainwater and sweat is intoxicating. His face dropping to her sodden pubic hair now, he parts her bush and labia, licking long stripes all the way up her slit.
Courtney lies back, sighing, arms stretched above her head, feeling the rain shower her skin as her husband feasts between her legs. Spreading wide, she praises him for his attention to her clit and for the sensation of his tongue probing her vaginal entrance. She clenches her fists around clumps of long grass, ripping them from the earth as she writhes with pleasure.
After giving his tongue a good workout, he pulls on her pubic hairs a few times with his lips before licking and kissing up her drenched tummy, flicking the rainwater out of her navel. Groping and sucking her tits on the way up, his mouth is finally upon hers again.
“We’re really going to do this?” she asks as she feels his stiff cock tap against her mound.
“We already are!”
Will braces himself on his arms, looking down to adjust the positioning of his hips to point the tip of his cock right into her slit. Thrusting forward, he embeds himself fully into her, producing a moan of thrilled acceptance. The two are fucking right there on the bare earth in the steady rain, groans and pants and wet slapping sounds part of their erotic lovemaking.
They roll, they squirm, they thrust, they grab, hips crashing into each other as their bare bodies, wet with rain and sweat, gather loose grass and dirt.
Somehow, he’s behind her, spooning as they lie on their sides facing the barn. Arms wrapped around her to draw her close, he pokes his hard dick between her thighs. Parting her legs, she reaches down, guiding his cock back inside her, massaging his balls as he resumes thrusting.
Will rolls on top of her back, fucking her energetically from above and behind as she lies prone. Face down in the slightly muddy grass, Courtney’s tits are flattened into the earth as Will pounds her, making her scoot forward on the slick ground with each thrust.
Pulling out and tugging Courtney’s hips backward, Will gets her steady on all fours, caressing her ass and thighs and back, swiping her wet skin, letting the light, steady rain wash her. She looks back, and their eyes meet as they grin at each other, knowing what’s next. Will knee-walks up behind her and teases her slit with the head of his cock for a few swipes before plunging inside.
How fitting — now the horny couple is doing it doggie-style, fucking like animals out in the meadow on the family farm. Will drapes his body over hers, reaching under to grab one tit and then the other, humping into her with impressive stamina.
They slow down eventually, lying together and rolling a few times, kissing and stroking. Courtney ends up on top, knees and toes digging into the wet turf as she rides Will hard. She pumps her hips vigorously, sliding smoothly and quickly up and down his firm shaft, as he thrusts upwards trying to meet her pace. Clumps and long stalks of grass are pulled out by her clenching fists as she tries desperately to hold on to something.
Her tits are swinging under her, nipples grazing Will’s chest, until he decides to grab hold of them. His dirty fingers deposit muddy swipes alongside clinging blades of grass.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Will!” Courtney squeals, hips grinding, thighs clenching. He smiles up at her, not changing a thing, letting her get herself off while he holds her tits and pumps his groin steadily. In seconds, she’s gasping and shuddering with an almighty orgasm, sputtering and groaning into his ear as she collapses on top of him.
Will can’t hold back. He has to finish. He flips her onto her back and climbs on top, burying himself inside of her without delay. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he pumps her vigorously, fucking her into the soft, wet ground. His balls tighten and his shaft tingles, ready for release.
“Fuck, Courts, fuuu—ck!” Will’s cum spurts and gushes inside his wife, erupting in an ecstatic release that makes him tremble. His weight presses her firmly into the soft, wet earth as he continues to pump his cock in and out with strokes as strong as his failing muscles will let him. Courtney’s pussy squeezes tightly, as if trying to suck out all of his slimy seed.
Will stays locked with her for a minute, their bodies fused and undulating in the light shower falling from above. His cock is still planted firmly inside her vagina, slowly fucking her throughout the descent after their peak of pleasure. He kisses her face and neck, tasting her sweat and skin, before feeding her his tongue for a passionate time of French kissing.
When Will’s dick finally starts to soften, he pulls out and settles into the wet ground beside her. They hold hands as he rolls onto his back, the two of them face up with their eyes closed, feeling the warm summer rain gently and slowly wash the dirt and grass from them. The earth holds them softly, almost reverently, as if it somehow participated in their lovemaking, providing a setting through which they could regain some of their diminished sexual excitement and wonder.
The couple lies there, unashamedly naked and undoubtedly sated, under the open sky. Courtney giggles as she turns her head, spying their hastily-shed clothing scattered on the muddy ground. They’ll have to do laundry, they’ll have to shower, and they’ll enjoy a second drink. And they’ll have to pack up and drive home at some point after the alcohol wears off. But as long as the rain stays and soothes, they’ll just lie here, enjoying the freedom of their nudity and the satisfaction of their newest bold sexual adventure.
