Dark skies rumbled.
We dashed, puddles avoided, clothing drenched.
“Down here!” he cried, above the storms turmoil.
Shelter, a darkened, roofless entry-way.
Breathless and bedraggled, we laughed.
We kissed, his hand groped my heaving breast. “Not here!” I gasped.
His zipper pulled, as lightning flashed, my husband’s rampant cock revealed!
Some nearby footsteps. “Someone could come!” I stressed. His face amused.
Panties tugged aside, resistance was futile.
Boosted then lowered, entered, unready.
Rain spattered contorted faces.
Thunder roared. Our crescendo lost on the wind, contested the raging storm.
As his cock surrendered its heavy load, climax claimed my plundered cunt.
