‘What the fuck has gotten into you?’ she yells in my face.
Her fury is pure bliss against the backdrop of the thunderstorm. It makes my blood sing for her. I let go of her.
And she takes a step back. I watch the rain drench her, her dress becomes transparent. She’s not wearing a bra. Her chest is heaving. Her nipples are as hard as stone. God! My wife is so beautiful. Sometimes I can’t believe she is mine. My cock starts straining for release as if it is a loaded missile zeroing in on its target.
Her mouth drops open as it dawns on her exactly what’s on my mind. ‘If you think I’m going to have sex out here in the middle of nowhere after the stunt you pulled in the restaurant as well, you better think again.’
I start to laugh.
‘What’s so bloody funny?’
‘You babe.’
‘You have a sick sense of humor. Letting your pregnant wife freeze to death in the rain,’ she shouts.
‘You’re not freezing. On a hot steamy night like this, rain is lovely.’ I grab her arms and pull her body tight against me. ‘We,’ I growl in her ear, ‘are going to fuck like we’ve never fucked before.’
‘You HAVE got to be kidding!’ Rain splatters onto her face and flows in her gorgeous mouth.
‘I don’t kid around about how, when, and where I fuck my wife.’
‘I’m not rolling around in the mud while an avalanche of rain is being dumped on me from the heavens,’ she snaps.
‘Why the hell not? What could be more perfect? There’s no one around for miles. It’s hot and steamy. The rain beating down on us will be kinda sexy.’
‘Quite frankly, because you don’t bloody deserve it. How dare you flirt like that in front of me? I was humiliated,’ she spits at me furiously.
‘Next time remember that before you start giving other men the come-on.’
‘Oh!’ She stamps her foot in frustration. ‘I was not giving him the come-on.’
‘Well, in future bear in mind that we have different ideas about what equates to a come-on.’
‘So you’re not going to apologize?’
‘What do you think?’
‘I think you should.’
‘I think we should have sex.’
‘What about our clothes? How will we get them dried? How will we drive back in this condition?’
I grin. ‘We’ll turn up the temperature in the car and drive home nude,’ I tell her.
‘Oh BJ, this is really crazy.’
‘No, this is exactly what we need.’
Layla raises her eyebrows disdainfully, but she’s not fooling me. Her true resistance is actually gone. She, too, wants to have her hormone-loaded little pussy filled in the rainstorm. ‘I’ve always imagined what it might be like to have wild, animalistic, outdoor sex in a steamy climate. OK, maybe it was without the rain, but right now, that just adds to the fantasy.’
There is a burst of thunder and it startles her. She jumps against me. I take that moment to grab her hand and pull her to the front of the car.
In the glare of the headlights she looks even more fuckable.
Her long hair is plastered to her body, and the outline of her hardened nipples, aching to be free from that dress, is even more pronounced. Naked, spread-eagle, and trapped under me is how I want her.
I move closer to press my rock hard cock into her pubic bone and pull her hair backwards, until she is arched across the hood. For a second I simply stop and look at her, spread out, the rain exploding like liquid bullets on her body. Mist, the steam rising from the hood of the car, surrounds us.
She is a work of art.
Leaning over my Princess, I run a hungry tongue along her slender neck, tracing the stretched muscles. She tilts her head back even further, and looking up at the sky, exhales deeply. Just like that I know she’s ready. It’s surrender, pure and simple.
I use my knees to spread her legs, then trace my hand up the inside of her leg under her dress and rip off her panties in a single action. The tearing sound mingles with the drumming of the rain on the hood of the car. Her body clenches in anticipation. I get a good feel of her pussy quivering and sweet with honey.
Using both my hands I tear her dress open and expose the firm, tanned flesh underneath. For a moment I lift my bulk backwards and delight in the sight of her magnificence, her naked breasts glistening in the rain and her pale stomach just beginning to swell writhing against mine. I place my lips against hers, undo my jeans and yank the clinging material away. Her rain-soaked mouth is sugar. Ah! Layla. Layla. Layla. It was always only you.
How could you be jealous of any other woman?
I move my mouth down to her right nipple, flicking and teasing while I roll the left nipple between my fingers squeezing intermittently. Ever since she became pregnant her nipples have become even more sensitive. The slightest touch is enough to get her going. She groans helplessly while I suck and run the edge of my teeth and tongue across the hard buds. I let my fingers play with the inviting softness of her slickly swollen pussy. She responds by involuntarily raising her head and chest.