Balcony

Recovery, that's what it was, Denise and Michael were in recovery, trying to rebuild a marriage, a marriage that had nearly become a statistic. It was slow, agonizingly slow as they tried to rekindle the intimacy that had been shattered in lies and betrayal. Even after Michael had proved to Denise he had changed, had re-devoted himself to her, they still had not been able to touch in the way they did before.

Hoping to get way together, Denise had booked several days over the Fourth of July weekend at a small bed and breakfast. The first night of their stay had been relaxing as they shared a hot tub that looked out over the rugged central Texas landscape. They sipped wine and watched as the bubble bath slowly encased them in suds.

Afterwards they drank a little more wine, but when it came time to get closer, they failed again. They were comfortable kissing, and Denise even responded as Michael began to kiss her breasts and toy with her nipples. In the past, Michael would go down on her, slipping his tongue into her wet opening then moving up to her clit and while it felt good for her, no matter how long and hard Michael tongued and sucked on her clit she just couldn't come.

He would work until his jaw ached and he would give up in exasperation, finally climbing up on top of her and fucking her until he came. Denise would then roll over and cry quietly to herself while Michael went to the living room and watched TV.

They both decided while they were here at the bed and breakfast it would be different. Telling themselves they would work through this together, they went slowly, starting and stopping several times. When Michael settled between Denise's legs, he was sure things were going to happen. Unfortunately after about twenty minutes of extended tongue, lip and finger work nothing happened. One time, while he sucked hard on her clit and slid three fingers in and out of her gaping cunt she hung on the verge, so close, so close to coming, but finally, Michael had to stop, his jaw numb and his fingers wrinkled from her wetness.

Instead of finishing the evening they way they did in the past, Michael simply held her in his arms as they slept together naked. They next day they woke up and agreed to forget the night before. Quickly dressing and heading out, they visited several vineyards in the area, restocking their wine for the evening.

Just before dinner, a massive storm rolled overhead, and while it appeared the storm would ruin a lot of people's plan for Fourth of July fireworks, Denise and Michael simply enjoyed watching the storm. The flashes of lightning lit up the darkened sky and cast an odd blue light over the rocky landscape just beyond their balcony.

The storm was a quick one and amazingly passed by just at sunset. The remnants of the storm on the horizon, combined with the colors of the sunset created an explosion of color that blanketed the sky for nearly an hour. Michael and Denise walked down to the dining area just as the last of the colors were fading. During dinner they discovered they'd have the entire complex to themselves, since they were the only guests checked in for the evening and the owners house was about a half mile down the entrance road.

Returning to their room, they shared wine and a hot tub, this time without the bubble bath. They kissed as the relaxing bubbles rolled over their bodies, both lightly buzzed on the wine. Things heated up in the tub as Michael began kissing Donna's large breasts, concentrating on her nipples teasing them as they grew bigger than he had ever seen them. She began stroking his cock as he gently ran his fingers down over her clit.

Hot and bothered as they were, they both decided to move out of the tub before they both completely wrinkled up. Michael dried Denise off, letting his erection gently slide against her thighs and buttocks as he worked. When she was dry, he stood behind her, his cock poked between her thighs, and wrapping his hands around her, he pressed his hands to her breasts and squeezed. He tried to hold all of each breast in each hand, but they were too big, so Denise reached up and toyed with her nipples as Michael gently kneaded the soft flesh.

"Let's go out on the balcony," Michael whispered.

"No, someone may see us."

"They told us we were the only ones up here, and look out there," pointing to the window. "There's no one out there for miles."

"But..."

"Let's just try it."

"Okay, but I'm gonna put on a nightgown."

"Which one?"

"The white one?"

"Yeah, but no panties."

Slyly smiling, "Okay, no panties."

After Denise pulled on the nightgown she followed Michael out onto the balcony. He made sure the lights inside were turned off so they stepped out into almost complete darkness. The faint light around them made her gown seem to almost glow. She looked beautiful, her full breasts curved the silky fabric, pulling it tight at her nipples which still stood firm and erect. Michael sat down and front of her and grabbing her ass, pulled her to him. She spread her legs out and leaned on the railing as his head slipped up under her gown.

Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensation of his tongue, pushing up into her, circling inside her and then moving onto her clit. While he sucked her clit, he pushed two fingers into her wet opening. Denise moved her hips, occasionally opening her eyes to peer out into the darkness. It felt good, so good, but something still blocked her, she was close, so close to coming...

A strange noise came from below.

"What was that?" she whispered.

"I don't know."

"It sounded like someone saying, 'Hello'."

"Hello, is anyone down there?" Michael called out, peeking down from the edge.

"I'm going inside," Denise said, quickly moving into the room.

Michael followed, locking the balcony door behind him and pulling the curtain across the windows. He rushed up to the front door and locked it too, finally climbing back into bed with Denise.

"You're trembling," he whispered.

"Yes."

"It's okay, everything is locked. I'm not even sure it was a person, I mean it kind of sounded like a bird."

"It said 'Hello'."

"No, I think it was just a bird or something."

"Just hold me," she pleaded.

Michael wrapped his arms around her as she suddenly clamped to him, her breasts crushing against his chest. Her breath was hot on his face and when he moved to kiss her, she kissed him hard, her tongue wrestling with his. Michael's cock, which had gone soft in their quick flight from the balcony, quickly hardened again.

Denise then rolled onto her back, pulling on him to follow her. Rolling up on top of her, he felt her hand reach to his cock, and as he moved up onto his knees between her legs, she guided him into her. He began a slow thrust into her, when she grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, as she lifted her hips to meet him.

She responded to his cock filling her in a way she had not done in months, hell years. It was urgent, primal and as he plunged his cock into her, her hips would lift him some as she ground up against him. Moaning loudly she growled, "Fuck me Michael, fuck me."

Looking at her face he saw tears streaming from her eyes and he fought to distract himself, trying to slow down the surge running over him. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself some, enough to hold off his orgasm for a moment or two. They moved against each other so frantically, they both heard the wet slapping sounds as they crashed together and when Michael reached a point where he knew he couldn't hold off any longer, he felt her grip him tightly and wrap her legs around him.

Her fingernails dug into his back as she screamed, "Oh yes, oh yes. Oh god Michael, oh god yes."

Michael lost it, feeling the incredible pleasure splash through him and into Denise as he spurted his hot cum into her. Again and again he pumped his jism into her cunt as she pulsed and squeezed around him. They stayed entwined, squeezed hard against each other, their bodies still twitching and contracting until finally, they both took a deep breath and fell apart.

On his back, Michael felt Denise move up against his side, her breast resting on his arm, her thigh wrapping over his. "I love you Michael, so very much."

"I love you too," he whispered, feeling a tear run down his cheek, "I love you too Denise."