0 comments/ 7125 views/ 2 favorites Thermal By: jeanne_d_artois ************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois May 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Alan is working overtime this Saturday. The package arrived about ten a.m. I knew that he had ordered me something special to wear that weekend. He had been disappointed that it hadn't arrived yesterday, and even more upset that he had to work this morning. The package is addressed to me, so of course I want to open it. But I shouldn't. Alan should be here so he can see my reaction. There is also an envelope addressed to Alan from the same company. I assume that is the receipt so that Alan doesn't have to tell me how much he paid for my present. I make myself busy with the boring household chores. The washing machine is whirring away as I start to vacuum the hall, stairs and landing. The washing should be ready for the tumble dryer when I've done. I promise myself a cup of coffee before I start to clean the bedrooms. I have already cleaned the living rooms, bathroom and kitchen. Before Alan returns I'll need a shower because my exertions are making me glow more than a lady should. If I'm going to wear something special I should be clean and sweet-smelling. But Alan won't be home for at least three hours. I should have time to do everything and shower, I hope. The package intrigues me. Whatever it is, it is in a cardboard box inside the plastic packaging. It doesn't rattle. Why should it? It is something to wear. A dress, perhaps? Alan and I like dressing up. We are part of a re-enactment group that covers several historic eras so I can be a Cavalier Lady, a Saxon wench, or a Crinolined Victorian Lady. I have dresses to suit all the roles in the large wardrobe in the spare bedroom. Will it be a different historical costume? I can't wait to open that package. I look at the clock as I come back into the kitchen to transfer the laundry to the tumble dryer. Only a couple of hours more to wait. Once the tumble drier starts its cycle I make my coffee and perch on a kitchen stool to read the daily paper. I can't concentrate. I finish my coffee hurriedly and stomp upstairs to clean the bedrooms. The bedrooms take longer than I expect. How long has it been since I vacuumed them thoroughly? I thought it had been a couple of weeks but working it out carefully it must have been a couple of months. We have been to so many events in costume over recent weekends that I have had no time to do more than remove the obvious dust. Our bedroom windows are smeary on the inside. I take the vacuum cleaner downstairs, put it away, and collect the window cleaning materials. Once they are clean I'll have enough time to fold the laundry and have the shower I've promised myself before Alan arrives in about an hour from now. Again, the windows take longer than I had hoped. I rush downstairs, fold the laundry, rush upstairs and put the clean clothes in the airing cupboard. I am just about to strip for the shower that I barely have time for when my phone bleeps for a text message. Alan will be half an hour late. Phew! That leaves enough time for a proper shower. But I'll have to wait longer to open the package. After the shower I put on an ordinary bra and cotton panties. I don't know what I'll be wearing but I prefer to be comfortable under dressing-up clothes. I wrap myself in a towelling robe. Perhaps it isn't a re-enactment costume but one of my other favourites, a tight-fitting Lycra item? I like wearing skin-tight leggings or a tight top that holds me firmly. I've always wanted a Zentai suit that completely encloses me, but I haven't yet dared to wear one. Another text message from Alan. "Jane. I'm leaving now. You can open the package before I get home. I'd like to see you wearing it." I collect the package and take it to the bedroom, shutting the curtains so they neighbours won't see me dressing, particularly that creepy man across the street who always seems to be watching if I'm careless with the curtains. I have to use my nail scissors on the plastic bag, then the tape around the box. The box label says "Thermal colour changing suit". "Thermal"? I have a T-shirt that used to change colour when I got warm. It doesn't now. Inside the box is another heat-sealed plastic bag. I cut that open carefully. Whatever it is, it is a bright Royal Blue. I ease it out carefully. An instruction leaflet drops to the floor. Why is there an instruction leaflet? I pick it up and read. Great! It's a Zentai suit/dress. It should be skin tight, body clinging, but apparently it will shrink to fit only once it is on. I should put my feet and hands in first, lift the dress part to rest on my shoulders, pull the hood over my head and fasten it, then zip it up at the front before easing/pulling the dress hem down to my ankles. The illustration shows it as a long sheath-like dress with a hood that completely covers the head. It is a poor illustration. It doesn't seem to show the arms at all and only the toes poking out under the lower hem. I sit down on the edge of the bed and feed my feet down the legs, wiggling them so that the feet are properly positioned. I have to pull the heels into place but everything seems far too large. I look at the box again. There are no size markings. The instruction leaflet? That says "will shrink to fit once it is worn". OK. I wriggle my hands into the arms. They end in plain mittens without even a thumb. They flop around as I pull the dress up to my shoulders. Something seems odd even as I pull the hood down over my head. I can still see but everything is blue. How do I fasten the hood? My phone beeps for a text again. I lift my hood and glare at the interruption. "Sorry Jane. I'll be a few minutes late. There's an accident ahead." OK. That gives me more time to get this Zentai dress on. I pull the hood down again. The dress part sitting on my shoulders slips. Clumsily I yank it back up and settle my shoulders into the suit. The fastener on the zip seems designed to be worked with the mittens on. That means I can get myself out if I have to. I pull the zip up. As it reaches the top, the hood attaches to Velcro at the neck. I adjust it carefully so that the link is smooth and unwrinkled. I've done everything except pull the dress down. My hands reach for it and start to pull it down. What? The dress is outside my arms. It is a sheath covering my arms. Once it is down I will be in a bag from shoulders to feet. No. From the top of my head to my feet. Oh well, it doesn't matter. This suit is so loose that I can easily pull the dress's hem back up to reach the zip's fastener and the Velcro on the hood. I think that the material around my feet is changing colour. I can't be sure because everything is blurred and blue as I peer through the hood. I bend over as I pull the hem lower and lower. How far does it go? Apparently it goes past my knees, my ankles, even beyond my feet. But it is rucking at the side seams as I pull it down. There seems to be some resistance, almost as if there are elastic cords in each seam. I lie back on the bed for a last pull at the hem. It ends up at least a foot beyond my feet. As I wriggle myself flat I feel a pull around my ankles. I sit up and peer down. The hem has puckered itself together almost as if it has a self-closing draw cord. I kick my feet. Too late! I'm bagged with no way out. I kick harder, again and again. My eyes seem to be seeing a different colour as I struggle for escape. If I can reach the zip I could get my hands out of the mittens and pull the hem apart. I can't. The outer dress has contracted around my arms. I can't move them from my sides. I roll frantically from side to side hoping for a little movement. Beside me the phone buzzes again. I'm seeing red. Literally. The blue over my eyes has turned to red. Through a red blur I can barely read the text. "Sorry Jane. This accident has caused a diversion and we're now stuck in a traffic jam. With you as soon as I can. I hope you're not dressed yet." I bet Alan intended me to be a helpless parcel when he arrives. But when will that be? I'm struggling harder but my options are running out. This oversized suit is now skin-tight and hugging me in its embrace. Even the hood over my head, once flopping around, is clamping my jaw. If it shrinks much more I'll be unable to do anything but grunt. My struggles have heated the suit and made it shrink. Will Alan be able to get me out? Perhaps if I lie still it will cool down and give me some movement? I try to relax. Inside the red dress I'm screaming silently in frustration. I'm starting to get worried. Are the thermal properties just the colour change from blue to red, or does it include the shrinking? If it remains as tight as it is, Alan will have to cut me out. When he gets here. Whenever that will be. Am I stuck for a few more minutes, or several hours? Despite my resolve to keep calm and relax I drum my legs on the bed. That is a bad mistake. The dress and legs tighten further. The contraction isn't painful yet, just like wearing a snugly fitting corset that pulls me in and holds. But it is holding me helpless, all of me, from head to toes. Until Alan arrives I'm a prisoner confined to this dress. I have another worry. This suit/dress is so tight that Alan might not be able to get it off. The sheath of the dress is clamping so firmly around me that he won't be able to reach the zip. I try to wriggle my fingers, to push against the dress. There is so little give in the material that I doubt anyone looking at my encased body would have noticed my attempt. I can roll. I can move my head. My body will bend at my hips. I might even be able to sit up, to swing my bound legs over the edge of the bed. But any movement produces heat. Even lying still I can feel my body getting warmer. What is the First Law of Thermodynamics? Work is Heat, and Heat is Work. My movements produce heat. Just resting inside this tight package produces heat as my body tries to cool itself. And every extra piece of heat produces more contraction in the suit. Alan should be here soon. His journey from work normally takes twenty minutes. His third text was half an hour after his first. I hope that he knows how to get me out of my predicament. There was nothing in the Instruction Leaflet about how to release yourself. There were no warnings about the dangers of wearing the suit on your own. Was that deliberate? I lie on the bed swearing at myself for being so stupid as to get trapped in a shrinking costume. Please, Alan, get here soon. At last! I hear his key in the front door. I can hear him moving about downstairs. Come on! Get up here and get me out! I try to shout, but I only manage a faint grunting noise. Eventually he comes into the bedroom. I can faintly hear a rustling of paper. "Sorry, Jane," Alan says, "I didn't mean to be so long, but now we have a problem." We have a problem? He doesn't. I'm the one tightly trapped in a shrinking Zentai dress. I try to shout at Alan to get me out. My words are muffled by the tight constriction around my head. "I'll be back in a sec," Alan says. I wriggle frantically but he's gone. Why? Get me out! Alan is back in about twenty seconds but it seemed much longer. "Sorry. This will be cold." He wraps something dripping wet around most of my head, leaving the area over my nose and mouth clear. I struggle before I accept that he is trying to help. Gradually the tightness around my head begins to ease. The red colour in front of my eyes slowly changes and darkens. Alan's fingers fumble at the Velcro under my chin before he peels the hood upwards and off my head. I pant for breath and Alan's concerned face comes into focus. His hand reaches out and strokes my sodden hair. "There is only one way to get you out," he says quietly. "You're not going to like it, but that suit is intended to be worn for short periods only. The instructions," he waves a leaflet, "suggest a maximum of half an hour. How long...?" I look at the bedroom clock. "An hour and a half," I croak. "Right! Then there's only one way out for you." Alan gathers me up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. The bath is nearly full and the cold tap is still running. He lowers me into the water. It's freezing cold. "Alan!" I shriek as the water laps around me. "Sorry. Again. I'm always apologising today," he says conversationally as I start to shiver. "You and the suit have to cool down drastically if I am to get it off you." Five minutes later I'm dripping all over the bathroom as Alan slowly peels me out the suit that is wholly blue. The cold water is draining out of the bath. "I think you had better have a warm shower." He says. My hands are too cold to remove my bra and panties. Alan takes them off, adjusts the shower temperature and stands me in the bath. He is dripping wet too as he props me up under the shower. Slowly my body temperature returns to normal as Alan rubs me dry. He strips off too and his clothes join the sodden Zentai suit on the wet bathroom floor. Naked, he carries me back to the bedroom. I have enough feeling to help to dress myself in dry clothes. Normally the two of us naked in the bedroom would mean passionate sex. Sex is the last thing I want. I need coffee and a rest. Slumped on the sofa in the sitting room after my third cup of coffee I'm almost feeling human again. "Why, Alan, why?" I ask. "I thought you'd like it," he replies. "I might have, but not for so long and on my own. That suit is evil." "Is it?" "It is, Alan. You should try it. At first it's great but once inside you're trapped, helpless, and it keeps shrinking until you're just a bagged bundle, gagged, blindfolded, and mummified." "Perhaps, Jane..." "You should try it, Alan. Then you will appreciate what I've been through." "I can't now. It's sodden." "We have a tumble drier. A spin in the washing machine first, for that suit and our clothes, and then the drier. It will be dry by the time we go to bed." It was. I'm resting on my elbow watching Alan struggle as that suit gradually turns red. He can't get out. He can't even get off the bed because I've tied him to it. Will I leave him for twenty minutes? Half an hour? The hour and a half I endured? I can't pick him up and take him to the cold bath but he's lying on a plastic sheet. I could pour cold water over him. I have an evil thought. I roll over and start to cuddle him, stroking his erection through the tight Lycra. The suit gets redder and redder. Will he cum before I let him out? Or will I see just how red that suit can get? Thermocouch My wife Barbara is a great gal. Although just over five feet tall, she looks great and still manages to attract attention when she is in public. She is a good-looking woman and I think that she sometimes enjoys the attention and the looks that she gets from other men. Barb has an ideal figure, great proportions, and if I haven't mentioned it already, she has a 'killer' ass. A while back, about five months I think, Barb and I enjoyed a special weekend in Atlantic City. While we were there, Barb finally relented and consented to have anal sex with me. I had been wanting to do this since before we were married. It took twenty-one years of marriage and a near death experience for me to get the chance to put it up her chute one time. Don't get me wrong, I think that it was great, in fact it was the greatest, I'm just sorry it took all that time to get it. Since then we have returned to our normal sex life. Neither of us has mentioned the Atlantic City adventure again and it looks like it will be a while before anything that exciting happens again. Barbara occasionally likes to take the upper position and there is still the occasional spontaneous screw on a Saturday morning. This is all pretty normal for people our age. Last week our son asked us if it would be OK for him to go on a campout / sleepover with some of his friends at the nearby paintball place this weekend. They planned to shoot it out all day Saturday, sleep over and then kill each other all over again on Sunday morning. He has been doing this paintball stuff for the last two years and between him, my wife and me, we have made a significant investment in all the various weapons and apparatus. He told us the names of the guys that he planned to go with and we had no objection. It sounded like fun. So, this morning at about nine o'clock I dropped him off, with all his gear, at the paintball place and promised to be back tomorrow at noon to pick him up. The rest of Saturday seemed fairly uneventful. I stopped at the local hardware store on the way back from the paintball place and picked up a few things that I needed for some minor repairs at home. I re-hung a picture in the living room, replaced a bad burner element in the kitchen stove, trimmed a few branches on the tree at the side of the house and tightened the clotheslines in the back yard. Trimming the tree branches turned out to be the best job since our neighbor lady, across the street, spent most of the day working in her front yard in a pair of really tight faded jeans and a halter-top. She seems to do a lot of bending over with her back to the street, not that I'm complaining, but it did seem like it took a long time for me to cut those few scraggily branches. Like Barbara, this lady has a great butt and a reasonable set of tits. All in all, it's not a problem to ogle her from my own yard, although I can't imagine that she hasn't noticed. We had a light dinner after which I went into the middle room and went on line for a little while to check my e-mail and generally browse the usual web sites. After that, I went into the family room and sat on the couch next to Barbara who was already watching the TV. We watched the usual junk on Saturday night TV. We were talking about our day, the neighborhood and things in general when barb brought up a new subject. "Do you remember all that we went through when we were trying to get pregnant?" she asked. I told her that I had some fond memories of that time but had to ask her why she had brought it up. "Oh, no reason, I was just thinking about that time in our lives," she replied. Then around nine o'clock, Barbara got up and went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running and this is typical for her on a Saturday unless we are going out somewhere. She likes to get her shower done early, then she usually falls asleep on the couch and eventually goes to bed around midnight. While Barb was in the shower I began thinking about that special night a few months back when we had gone to Atlantic City. I guess that when she had reminded me of all that we had done to get her pregnant, like the daily rectal temperatures that I took of her, it reminded me of her great butt and that led to remembering the one and only anal sex tryst that we had. I had planned it right down to the "T". I had started with a nice bout of oral sex that brought her to two orgasms, then I gave her a massage followed by a mineral oil Fleet enema. The enema was to make sure that the way was clear and to provide an easy internal 'lube job'. After she had expelled the enema we got down to business and it had been the single most memorable sexual experience of my life. I guess that she didn't really agree with my opinion because it became apparent to me that this was going to be a once in a lifetime experience. Well, at lest I have the memories. Barb came back into the family room wearing a nice short nightie. She always looks good in one of these. She was carrying something in her hand. She had a tube of KY jelly and a glass rectal thermometer. She said, "move to the middle of the couch." I slid over and tried to figure out what she was up to. Barb moved to the couch and lay down on her stomach across my lap. Her beautiful butt was right there in front of me. She wasn't wearing any panties. Barb handed me the KY and the thermometer and said, "I'm not sure if I'm feeling well, I think that I may have a fever, could you check my temperature, please?" I said, "I'd be happy to do that," which I'm sure that she could already tell by my big woody that was now poking her in the stomach as she lay across my lap. I quickly opened the KY and put some on my finger. I parted the cheeks of her sweet ass and applied the KY to her pretty pink rosebud. She didn't react to that but as I slid the thermometer into her, she seemed to relax and she parted her legs a little. I asked her, "Would you like one of my special reach unders while we wait for the temperature to register?" She said, "I sure would." I was amazed. Back when we were tracking her cycle with morning temperatures, I was only able to get her to let me give her an orgasm on a very few occasions this way. Now I getting to do it again, this is great. I reached under her crotch and parted the lips of her pussy. I soon found her clit and began to gently massage it with my middle finger. She was already wet and soon was rocking her pelvis ever so slightly as I continued to rub. With my other hand I massaged the back of her neck and shoulders. After about three or four minutes the slight rocking of her pelvis had gradually increased to an excited grinding against my hand. Barb pulled in a deep breath and began to shake as the waves of a big orgasm started to pass through her. I could actually see the end of the thermometer rhythmically moving in her butt as the orgasm built and went. She finally quieted down and raised her hips. I removed my hand and she asked me to "take it out please." I did and I made a pretend of reading the thermometer. Barbara sat up on the couch and asked, "Do I have a temperature?" I said, "No, things look very good. "Great, she said. I may not have a fever but I still feel pretty hot." She reached over and put her hand on top of the tent that was pushing up in my pants. "We had better do something about this before you hurt yourself." With that she turned away and knelt on the couch with her butt facing me. I was not about to pass up this opportunity and I was out of my pants faster than I could have taken off my hat. I knelt on the couch behind Barbara and eased myself into her warm wet vagina. Barb put her head down on the arm of the couch and pushed back against me. I began stroking in and out as she adjusted to my rhythm and rocked her hips to keep time with me. I was going along at a great pace when she said, "I'm not going to break, you know. Put a little beef into it!" With that, I really started pumping. About a dozen strokes later I exploded into her with a totally satisfying orgasm. I held her by her hips as I slowly sat back on my heels. Barb followed me and was sort of sitting on my lap as my erection faded and I slipped out of her. Barbara got up and went into the bathroom. She returned quickly and tossed me a small hand towel which I used to wipe my cock and my legs where the cum had dribbled out of her back onto me. She stepped into a pair of panties and sat back down on the couch next to me. We kissed and I thanked her for another 'special treat'. I couldn't help but to ask, "Why the change of heart, I thought you were not too happy with any sort of activity 'back there'." "Well, since we did it at Atlantic City, I've noticed that you haven't asked for it again, I thought that maybe you didn't like it." she said. "Me? I loved it! I've been afraid to ask again because I thought that you didn't like it and only did it because you knew I had always wanted to do it." "OK, she said. We'll keep that sort of thing for special occasions only. But, the next time I think that I may be a little feverish, you can check my temperature with your special thermometer." I must have looked a little stupid when she said this because she went on, "with your dick - dummy." I can't wait for that to happen. Thermomall One Saturday morning, Barbara and I went to the local Mall to do a little shopping. This is about a once a month event. We normally split up when we get there and go our separate ways for a while. We always decide to meet at a particular place and time (I usually opt for Friendlys' or the Coffee and pastry shop). Today was no different; we were to meet at the coffee shop at about twelve thirty. I spent most of my free time just walking around looking at the women. I really like the summer - especially at the mall. All the women dress for the season and there is no need for coats, sweaters or anything else that covers them up. It's particularly rewarding on very hot days when the air conditioning makes those nipples come to attention. Man, I really like to see a well-endowed lady with her headlights on. I strolled around and made a few minor purchases. You know, the usual stuff, a pack of socks in the Men's store, a new ink cartridge for my computer printer, some blank video tapes which were on sale for a good price at the five and dime store, and some pistachios at the "nut-house". All-in-all I roamed around for two solid hours and generally enjoyed myself. Promptly at twelve thirty, I went into the coffee shop. Barbara was already there sitting at one of the small booth-tables against the front window. I sat down opposite her and put my packages on the seat next to me. "What did you get," I started. "Oh, just a few things." She replied. "I got some new placemats for the kitchen table and a couple of new novels from the book store." "Any thing else? " I asked, eyeing the bags that were obviously larger than a few placemats and a couple of books. "Yeah, I got some new towels and a little rack to hold the TV remote." She volunteered. "I got some new socks and some blank video tapes." I admitted. "And some pistachios, too" she said, knowingly. "Why, yes I did," I said, as I looked down and noticed the red stains on my fingers. The waitress came by and we ordered coffees. I asked for a Napoleon and Barbara had a croissant. We continued to chat as we enjoyed the snack. There were a couple of places left at the mall that we needed to go to together. When the bill came, I asked Barb if she would mind paying it while I went to the men's' room. She agreed, so I put some cash with the bill, picked up my bags and went into the men's room. It didn't take me long to do what I had to do in there. When I came out, Barbara was still standing in the line to pay the tab. I guess we timed our departure just when everyone else did and the line at the register was about three deep when I got there. I slid up behind Barbara and stood real close. I wasn't sure if she knew I was there so I casually rubbed by hand across her butt to see what she would do. She took a half step back and pressed against me saying. "Mister, you had better stop that, my husband will be back from the men's room any minute now." "Ha ha, very funny," I said. "how did you know it was me?" I asked. "Just a lucky guess," she replied. "Lets go into the video store and see if there is anything new." "Let's go into Victoria's Secret next door, and find something new" I suggested. "You are impossible," she quipped, completely avoiding the subject. We went into the video store. There wasn't much new. Summer doesn't produce many new videos. We found two new tapes and decided on one of them. After the video store, we went to the pool place and got some shock tablets. The last stop was the bakery where we got some fresh bread for dinner. We headed back for our car. It was absolutely stifling outside. We had been in the air conditioning for about four hours and the heat and humidity of the day hit us as we walked out the mall door. I couldn't find the car fast enough. We had parked a couple of hundred yards from the entrance and the walk was definitely uncomfortable. By the time we got to the car we were both sweating through our shirts. I quickly opened the trunk and stuffed our purchases in while Barbara took the keys and got in on her side. She started the car and put the air on 'Max'. It hadn't made a dent when I got in and sat next to her. Man, it was hot. I backed out of the parking place and started toward the mall exit. The air was just beginning to feel cool. I adjusted the vents on my side so that it blew on my face and chest. I guess Barbara did the same. We were about a half mile from the mall when I looked over and noticed that Barb had her headlights on just like the babes in the mall. I stopped for a red light and while I was waiting, I reached over and touched her nipple with my finger. "Yo! Watch it buddy, I don't do that on the first date." She said. "Is the air on too high or are you just glad to see me?" I asked. "Don't touch the air!" she said. "And, keep your hands on the wheel please." "But they look so inviting," I pleaded. "The lights going to change, anyway." She noted. "There's always time for Jell-O," I said, as I rubbed the back of my hand across her chest. "That's nice, but get us home please." "What's the hurry?" I asked. "Well, I may not be feeling too well." She responded. "What's wrong, babe?" "Oh, nothing major." She continued. "I was thinking that I might need my temperature taken. " With a flash I remembered what she had said the last time I had 'taken her temperature'. About three months ago, Barbara had recreated a very erotic event for me. When we were trying to get her pregnant, we had to track her 'basal' temperature and time our sex to coincide with her 'most fertile' times. We did this by my taking her temperature each morning (rectally) and plotting it on a chart that the doctor had given us. When the graph went up or down, I can't remember which, it was the best time to "fill her up" as we used to say. Barbara always laid flat on her stomach while I took her temperature. A couple of times, I had reached my hand under her crotch and rubbed her clit until she had an orgasm. I told her that it was a pleasant way for her to pass the time while waiting for the thermometer to register. She apparently enjoyed the orgasms but didn't make the connection between the anal stimulation of the thermometer and the sex. Well, three months ago, barb comes out to the family room and lies across my lap and invites me to take her temperature again. I did and while doing so, I gave her one of my famous 'reach unders' and got her off again. We ended that session with a rousing doggie style fuck right there on the family room couch. After it was over, she says to me: "The next time I think that I may be a little feverish, you can check my temperature with your special thermometer." I had been waiting. Waiting for a long time. To be honest, I had sort of forgotten that statement until just right then when she reminded me of it with this latest offer. "Whatever you want," I stammered. My mind was racing now. "Well. Not right away, but maybe tonight, OK?" She suggested. "Like I said, whatever, whenever and wherever," I promised. We rode home in relative silence. I know we were both enjoying the air conditioning. But I couldn't think of anything to say. My brain couldn't shake the memories of our one and only anal sex adventure in Atlantic City. I replayed that night two or three times in my mind during the ride home. I didn't know what Barbara was thinking about, but she just leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes and sat there with her nipples sticking out. What a sight! We eventually got home. I pulled into the garage and barb got out and went into the house. I retrieved the packages from the trunk and closed the garage door as I went into the house. Our son, Tom was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and eating a big bowel of ice cream. I guess his mother hurried on past him so that he wouldn't notice her headlights. Anyway, Tom and I talked for a minute as I unpacked our purchases. "Nothing for me?" he kidded. "Get a job." I replied "I have a job." He responded. "Well, get a second one." I kept it going. "There's a hundred sixty eight hours in a week and you're only working forty of them." "Give me a break, Pop." He used the word 'Pop' knowing that it would get to me. "Pop? I'll give you a pop if you're not careful." I said as I feigned anger. We both started to laugh. "Can I borrow your car tonight?" he asked. "What's wrong with yours, no gas?" I replied. "No, it has gas. What it doesn't have is air conditioning. I'm taking Nancy to a concert tonight and I'd like to have some air for the ride there and back." He continued. "OK by me, I don't think that your mother and I are planning to go out tonight." I said. "You had better check with her, though. There may be something that I forgot." Tom nodded and walked toward the back of the house. I rummaged in the fridge for a cold one and took it into the family room. Tom came into the family room and said: "It's odd, Mom seemed almost happy that I asked to borrow the car." Things were looking up! I knew that Barbara was aware that Tom would be out of the house tonight and not likely to be home until very late. This was a good sign. The rest of the afternoon went fine. Slow but fine. I puttered around the house, cleaned the pool and did the chemicals. Barbara occupied herself with the new towels and the things that she had bought for the kitchen. I went back into the kitchen for another cool one and Barb was sitting at the table reading the paper that Tom had left there. "How are you feeling?" I asked. "About the same," she said with a little smile. This indicated that she knew exactly what that question and answer had meant. Wow, things are really looking up tonight. Tom is my son and I love him dearly. But I couldn't wait for him to get the hell out tonight. He seemed to be dragging his feet. After dinner, he laid down on the couch in the family room and I was afraid that he would fall asleep and miss the concert. Finally at about six o'clock I said: "Hadn't you better get started if you're going to that concert tonight?" "Yeah, I guess so," he responded, and headed toward his room. About a half hour later, Tom left for the concert and Barbara and I sat in the family room watching the early evening news. I didn't want to start anything that would turn her off to the festivities tonight. So I just sat there like a good boy. But, this good boy already had half a stiffy going and was starting to get a little anxious. It was still light out at about eight o'clock. Barbara suggested that we take a swim in the pool. I thought that to be an excellent idea and jumped up to go get my trunks on. Barbara just sat there watching the news. I went into the bedroom and got my trunks out of my dresser. I stripped down and put them on. While I was in there, I took the opportunity to check in the drawer of the night table on my side of the bed. Yep, the tube of Astroglide was still there. It was about a quarter empty but I was sure that there was still plenty left. This was the same tube that we had used in Atlantic City. I put the tube on top of the other stuff right in the center of the drawer. I closed the drawer, but not all the way. I left it about a half inch open - just so that I could get it open quickly, when the time came. I went back out to the family room and Barb stood up as I walked in. She was wearing a short wrap around skirt and a loose pullover blouse. She started to pull up the blouse and I really started to get excited until I could see that she was wearing her bathing suit under it. She pulled off the skirt and said: "Shall we?" and started towards the door to the deck. We went out on the deck and picked up a couple of towels. We went out to the pool and the water looked great. It was still very hot out and the pool felt good. I eased myself in and Barbara just jumped right in. Women can do that. We bobbed around for a few minutes and let the water cool us down. We talked for a while about the pool and the weather. Damn, it was really hot these past few days and the weather man promised a few more just like these. We kept a respectable distance from each other in the pool knowing that the neighbors on all sides could see us if they wanted to. I'm sure that they wanted to because I took every opportunity to ogle their wives and daughters when they were in their own pools. All except the really fat woman who lived next door. Her daughter isn't bad but the mother is really fat. Thigh burn fat. Can't see your feet - fat. Stomach supports tits - fat. Fingers look like sausage - fat. Well, Barbara and I floated, swam, splashed and talked for over an hour. Finally, we noticed that it was starting to get dark. I asked her if she would like a drink. When she said yes, I got out of the pool and went inside to get some drinks. I took the opportunity to defeat the pool lights timer so that the pool lights would not come on at nine o'clock. Pretty smart, huh? I came back with a glass of wine for barb and a beer for me. I put them on the side of the pool and eased myself back into the water. Man, when I went into the house all wet - I really noticed how well the air conditioning was doing. I told Barbara that we had better dry off really well before we go back in. I think my dick shrank two sizes while I was in there. We sipped our drinks and passed the time until it started to get dark. As it got darker we moved closer and closer together. Finally, we were wrapped together with barbs legs around my waist and me sort of squatting in the shallow end of the pool. We kissed and squeezed each other but I kept my hands off her ass until I was invited. I did manage to put my face down on her tits a few times and noticed that I could still feel her erect nipples through her bathing suit top. I noticed that the moon was coming up. (I was already up). It was a half-moon tonight. I cleverly said: "Look at the moon behind you". Barb turned around and I snuggled right up behind her. Her butt was now right against my cock and I'm sure she could feel my boner poking into her cheeks. I put my hands around her and cupped her breasts. Barb took a look at the houses around us and was apparently satisfied that nobody was looking. She lifted the top of her bathing suit up and gave me free access to her tits. And marvelous tits they are. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and gently tugged on them. "I really like that," she said. "I know," I replied. "I like it too." We continued to bob around the pool and I was dry humping her butt while I played with her tits. (Hard to imagine dry humping in the water?). Eventually, Barbara reached back and put her hand between us. She rubbed my cock and balls through my swimsuit and then she put her hand down the front of my suit and took my cock into her hand. "Is the water cold or are you just glad to see me?" she said, reminding me of our conversation in the car this afternoon. "I'm always glad to see you." I replied. Barbara turned back towards me and we started kissing and holding each other very close. "I'm starting to feel a little chill," she whispered. "Let's go inside." Barb pulled the top of her suit back over her tits and went up the ladder. I followed close behind her. Speaking of behind her, I've always liked the way women look when they are climbing up out of the pool, especially from below. Too bad it was so dark, I would have had a better view. And speaking of wood, it was a good thing that it was so dark, my woody was sticking straight out now, making my swim trunks into a tent. I was glad the neighbors couldn't see me. We picked up our towels and walked up to the deck. I took her towel and started to dry her off. This felt good. I dried her shoulders and back. Then I did her front pausing over her tits and then doing her belly. I dried her hips and pulled her against me as I dried her butt. While I was drying her legs, Barbara removed her bathing suit top and let it fall onto the deck with a damp plop. I knelt down to dry her legs and feet. I took her taking her top off as a cue. So, while I was kneeling down, I reached up and slid her bathing suit bottom down to her ankles. There she was in all her beauty. I dried her legs and butt again. I could sense her pussy right there in front of me. I pulled her closer and nuzzled my face into her crotch. She responded and opened her legs a little allowing me a better access. I took my hands and parted her pussy lips a little and plunged my tongue right in seeking her clit. Barbara put her hands on my head and pulled me into her. She turned her feet outwards and opened her legs a little more. I put my hands on her butt cheeks and continued exploring her clit with my tongue. Barbara began to moan a little so I took her now erect clit in between my lips and began to gently suck on it. Her hips began a slow rhythmic rocking against my face. I kept going and so did she. The rocking soon became a grinding and the grinding became more and more insistent. All of a sudden, she took a long deep breath and I could feel her begin to come. I licked and sucked her clit as well as I could and held on as her body shook with orgasm. As she slowed down, I continued to lick and suck, but eventually she pulled my head away and whispered "Thank you." I kissed her on the pussy hair and somehow found the towel on the floor. I started to dry her feet but she tugged at my shoulders inviting me to stand up. I stood and she said: "You're still wet, let me return the favor a little." With that, Barb started to dry my chest and neck. She pressed herself against me while she reached around me to dry my back. She put the towel over her shoulder and slid my bathing trunks down my legs. My cock was sticking straight out and she took it in one hand and brought the towel down on it with the other. She toweled my cock and balls then the front of my legs. She let go of my cock and steadied herself on my hips as she knelt down. She continued to dry my legs down to my ankles. My throbbing cock was right in front of her face and I could feel her breath on it. I could feel my cock twitch every time she breathed on it. Barb put the towel down and rubbed her hands up the front of my legs from my calves to my hips. She brought her hands together on my cock and kissed it very lightly on the tip. She started to use her tongue around the head. I was dizzy with the excitement. Barbara slowly took the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She started to suck ever so lightly. She moved her hands around me and sort of cupped my ass cheeks while she took more and more of me into her mouth. I put my hands on her head and stroked her hair as she slowly drew the length of me into her mouth and out again. I guess that she could sense somehow that I was getting ready to come. I didn't want to come in her mouth. I had never done that in all the years that we have been married. But something tonight was different with her. She tightened her grip on my butt cheeks and pulled me into her mouth. I started to push her back away from me but she shook her head 'NO' and continued to suck me. I couldn't stand it any longer and I let go. It was glorious. I came in her mouth and the waves of orgasm went through me like a lightening bolt. I honestly lost track of time and where I was. When I came to my senses, Barbara was standing up in front of me. I took her by the shoulders and started kissing her on the mouth. I wanted to show her that I really appreciated what she had done. I parted her lips with my tongue and pushed it into her mouth. It was empty. Either she had swallowed the load or somehow spit it out without my knowing. In either case, I was ecstatic and I wanted her to know it. A weak "Thank you, too." Was all I could muster. Thermomall After a couple of minutes, we picked up our towels and went inside the house. It was COLD in there! Barbara quickly retrieved a blanket from behind the family room sofa and we wrapped it around us and stood there in the middle of the room for a couple of minutes. We went over and sat on the couch and kept the blanket around us while we tried to figure out our next move. I suggested a hot chocolate and barb just nodded. I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. I found a couple of mugs and the mix. "Marshmallows?" I yelled. "Please" she responded. I danced the chilly dance in the kitchen until the pot warmed. I didn't wait for the whistle. When I could hear the water rumbling in the pot I knew that it was hot enough and I poured it into the mugs. I had found some cookies on the counter so I took them along with the two mugs and went back into the family room. She wasn't there. I figured that she had gone into the bathroom or went to get something warm. I sat down on the couch and wrapped the blanket around me again. I was starting to get used to the change in temperature from outside now. I checked the clock - quarter past ten - Tom would not be home for another three or four hours. Good thing, I was sitting on the couch sipping hot chocolate totally nude except for the blanket. After about five minutes I realized that barb had not returned. "Hey, your hot chocolate is getting cold." I called out. "Bring it in here," she called back. I picked up the two mugs and went into our bedroom. Barbara was lying naked on the bed. She was on her belly and had pulled two pillows under her hips so that her beautiful butt stuck right up. This was a totally awesome sight. I almost dropped the two mugs of chocolate. I set the mugs down on her dresser and walked over to the bed. As I sat down I looked at her and she had her head turned toward me. She smiled and said: "go turn out the lights, I'll wait right here." I flew back into the family room. I turned the light on to low for Toms return. I put the kitchen light off and noticed that the night light was still on in there. I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. We have a small glow light in one of the outlets so there was just enough light for me to get around. I sat back down on the bed and looked at her again. There, right next to her on the bed was the tube of Astroglide from my drawer. This woman thinks of everything. It surprised me that I started to get hard again. It had not been that long since our adventure on the back deck. But I was getting hard again -this was great. I started to rub her shoulders and neck slowly with my hands. Barb responded with a soft moan and said: "Please continue." I continued to rub her neck, shoulders and back. I was waiting for a signal for when to proceed further. After a few minutes of the massage, Barbara said: "Do my legs a little, please." I started at her calves and worked up and down the backs of her legs. I kneaded her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. I went back down her legs to her calves and as I started back up, she spread her legs for me. This time I rubbed on the insides of her thighs and eventually found her crotch. Again a soft moan let me know that I was on the right track. I slipped my hand under her and proceeded to give her one of my reach unders. I know now that she really likes when I do this. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and found her clit. I rubbed it softly and was able to concentrate on it with the middle finger of my hand. I started to feel her hips moving up and down so I picked up the pace on her clit. Pretty soon her hips were going up and down and she was grinding herself against me. When she drew the deep breath in, I new she was about to come. Sure enough, she had an orgasm that sent her writhing against my hand and the pillows. She squeezed by hand between her legs and rode the waves for a brief moment. When it subsided, she lifted herself up in her usual signal for me to remove my hand, which I did. "How are you feeling now?" I whispered. "Maybe a little feverish, you'd better check." She replied. That was all I needed to hear."Thank you again," I said. She turned her head and put her face into the pillows. I found the tube of Astroglide and squeezed out a generous blob onto my fingers. With the other hand I spread her butt cheeks and located her rosebud. I applied the lubricant to her anus and massaged it around a little. Eventually, I probed into her ass with my pinky, then my middle finger, and then two fingers. She was loosening up. She indicated that she was ready for me by spreading her legs again. This time they went out nice and wide. I climbed up onto the bed and knelt between her legs. I quickly put some of the Astroglide onto my cock and spread it around. Barbara started lifting herself up to a kneeling position and I put my hands onto her hips to guide her into position. I started rubbing my cock into the crack of her ass and was able to find her opening right away. I pressed forward a little and gave her time to adjust. Barbara pushed back against me and I pushed forward a little harder. The head of my cock slipped into her and I went motionless to let her get used to it. After about a half a minute, she pushed back against me and I pushed myself into her. I held onto her hips and guided her back down onto the pillows. When she was there I was able to start a little in and out motion that allowed me to get all the way into her ass. I kept moving and gradually increased the tempo and stroke until we were in full fuck. This was grand and glorious. I was wailing away at her ass and she appeared to be loving it. I could feel the orgasm starting way down in my legs. It rolled up through my balls into the small of my back. When I let loose, it was if I hadn't come in a month. I could feel six or seven big spurts shooting into her bowels. This was another magnificent orgasm and the second one tonight. I pumped myself out and relaxed against her. We rolled off the pillows onto our sides. I tried to stay inside her as long as I could but I soon got soft and sort of fell out. We stayed in the spoons position for another few minutes. Then Barbara got up and picked up a small towel from the floor on her side of the bed. She placed the towel on my cock and went into the bathroom. I wiped myself down while I heard the water running for Barb. She returned quickly and laid back down along side me. "Thank you," I said. "Thank you very much. I really do love you - you know." "I know that," she said. "And thank you, too. Isn't this better when we keep it for special occasions? "It sure is, it sure is," I repeated as I drifted off to sleep.