Still dripping wet from the pool, I stepped into the backyard with a drink in each hand. The towel was tight around my waist as I felt the sun overhead, its light hot and bright. As I felt it blaze, the water that still clung to my shoulders and my arms quickly evaporated.

Jill lay on a soft green chaise lounge, one of two set up on the concrete by the pool. She had a large beach towel underneath her, and a smaller bath towel draped across her body, hiding most of herself from view. I set her drink down on a small wrought-iron table that held a paperback book and a bottle of sunscreen. Jill didn’t acknowledge me, or even move. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of expensive sunglasses, and for all I knew she was asleep. In this heat, it wouldn’t have surprised me. I drank from my own glass, then set it down on the table beside hers.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, finally reaching out for the glass. I sat down on the vacant lounge chair and luxuriated in the sunshine for a few moments before the sight of my wife, naked beneath her towel, caused some intimate stirrage. I watched her take a sip of her drink and replace it on the table. My eyes traced her curves from one end of her body to the other. She stretched, reaching her arms high above her head, and then picked up her book from the table. She reclined in her lounge chair and started to read. Her legs were positioned tidily, ladylike, her knees bent and her toes arranged before her like a bouquet of red roses.

Unable to resist this display of coy sexuality, I got up and ventured close to where Jill set, gazing at her nudity with equal parts admiration and lust. Kneeling beside her chair, I placed a kiss on her foot, then made my way up her still-damp leg before retreating back to her foot. When I reached it, I stopped. Jill put the book down.

“That feels good,” she said. “Do it again.”

I peeked under her towel. “You know, I can see your pussy.”

She pulled the towel up and playfully spread her legs before covering herself once again. Jill can be the biggest tease, but I wasn’t expecting that; certainly not under the open sky, in full view of anyone tall enough to see over an adjoining fence. She picked up her book and continued reading as I resumed kissing my way up and down her legs as I had done before. Soon I found myself nestled between her legs, lapping furiously, and an instant later her book lay discarded on the concrete, soon joined by her towel. As I enjoyed the exciting scent and delicious taste of my wife, I grew erect with my desire for her. Her hungry moans, though faint, fueled this desire.

As I devoured her, my fingers found their way inside as well, following every lick with deft strokes that sent Jill on a path toward an eruptive climax. The fear that she might feel inhibited by the fact that we were exposed to potential spectators disappeared from my mind as she gripped my head and pulled me into her, melding my lips to her own. As my tongue darted in and out of her, Jill’s moans reached their culmination, and as she came her bucking hips threatened to throw me to the ground.

When she had been sated, Jill pulled me up and onto her, her hands caressing me briefly before I slipped inside. I felt her legs lock around me, her hands reaching back to tear the towel from around my waist. It landed in a heap on the floor and I began to thrust, my hardness swelling inside of her. Her rhythmic movements goaded me ever closer to my own climax, as did the possible – though unlikely – threat of discovery.

I leaned in close and kissed her, the taste of her tongue familiar but very arousing. As she probed within my mouth I thrust deeper, feeling her throb around me. As desperately in need of release as I was, this sensation was going to push me over the edge. Soon I felt another familiar – and very welcome – sensation: That of my imminent orgasm. I pulled out, finding my way into Jill’s firm grasp. She stroked me until I was spent, her stomach and breasts glistening with my seed.

In the afterglow, we made no attempt to cover ourselves up. We simply lay beside each other, crammed into a chaise lounge that was definitely not designed for two people. We slowly caught our breath, the rays of the sun threatening to bake us. Jill finallybroke the silence.

“Shall we take a shower?” Always a good idea.