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After our shower, we put on our clothes and get ready to head out.”Hey, I am going to call Shelby for a quick check on the kids,” Kira says, picking up her phone.I walk out of the bedroom and hear her happily chatting on the phone. Then, she walks into the living room holding out her phone, “Shelby wants to talk to you.”I wave my hands signaling no in the air, but she thrusts the phone at me smiling.Sigh. “Hey, sis.””Okay. Listen up. Kids are great and Kira sounds happy, so whatever you are doing, keep it up, and Shawn … do not fuck up!” spats the redhead on the other end of the phone.”Have you ever thought about being a motivational speaker? Well … don’t,” I say hanging up on her. Deep breath. “Ready to go, baby?” I ask while handing her phone back to her.”So … where to?” she says, with excitement in her voice.”Fishing.””Fishing? Really? Oh Shawn, seriously you are taking me fishing? You know I talked about trying fishing lots of times.””I remember. And I found a great little stream just down the road.” Applause, please. I am rocking these adventures.On the car ride, Kira excitedly talks about how far she thinks she can cast, and how many fish she thinks she will catch. This is our most enjoyable car ride on the trip. We laugh together, tease each other, hold hands, and really enjoy each other’s company.I stop the car and gather the fishing supplies hidden in the trunk, a blanket to Anadolu yakası escort bayan sit on, and another bag with a surprise in it. I’m not telling you what’s in the bag, so don’t ask.She takes the blanket from me to carry and we head downstream to find our perfect secluded fishing spot. I want to make sure we have plenty of privacy.I point her to a nice, flat clearing on the edge of the stream. She spreads the blanket as I get the poles baited with lures. She picks up the lures wiggling them around commenting on how cute they are. Women! I hand her the pole and move in behind her to direct her movements for a proper cast. Her first try lands her lure about two feet from us. But, her second cast is pretty good for a beginner. She is ecstatic and I appropriately applaud her. I love seeing this playful side of my wife. She is touching me quite a bit and more relaxed than I have seen her in a long time. The air is lighter between us.We enjoy the next hour of fishing. She is an impatient fisherman and constantly reels in her bait and recasts if she doesn’t get a bite within a few minutes of casting. I try to explain the art of patience, but finally, give up. All that really matters is we are having fun together.She casts one more time then plants her pole in the soft ground beside our blanket.”I am going to rest a bit and see if I get a Escort Kurtköy bite,” she says. I sit beside her, putting my arm around her, drawing her in close. She turns her head to me, initiating kissing. I gently cup her face, and enjoy our sensual lip dance. Our kissing is still slow and gentle, not what I would call passionate, but not without feeling either. She pulls back from our kiss and lays her head on my shoulder as she stares out across the water, obviously in deep thought. This could be a good thing or a bad thing. Finally, she breaks the silence.”Babe, could we talk about something?” she says somewhat timidly.”Of course. You can talk to me about anything.””Do you remember I used to get really excited horseback riding?” she glances up at me with troubled eyes.”Of course, I remember, baby. How could I forget that one ride where you jumped me behind a tree,” I say laughing.She pokes me in the stomach and continues, “I know. That was crazy. I did kind of jump you, didn’t I?””Yes. And I loved it.””Well, I am worried I didn’t feel anything when we rode yesterday. I mean nothing. I am worried I can’t get excited anymore,” she whispers.”I think you are putting too much pressure on yourself again and thinking too much. Just because you haven’t felt like sex, doesn’t mean you can’t get excited or aroused, when stimulated.”We sit in silence as I wrestle Maltepe escort with an idea. Fuck it, just do it.”I bought a little something to try and think this might be a good time to try it. Will you trust me, baby?””Ummmmm, I guess so. What are you talking about?” she asks looking a bit nervous.”Please, take your jeans off, and lay back against my chest inside my legs.””What? What for? Out here?” she says abruptly sitting straight up.”No one is around. I can cover you with a blanket if someone comes. Just trust me. I will stop anytime you tell me. I am not trying to have sex with you, I just want to try something. Please.”She bites her pouty lower lip, and slowly slides her jeans off, placing them on the blanket beside her. I help her maneuver between my legs, leaning her back against me.”Now, place your feet on the ground with knees up,” I instruct.She eyes me curiously but obeys.”Now trust me. Close your eyes. No matter what you feel, keep your eyes closed, listening to the wind rustling the leaves in the trees. Hear the water rushing in the stream.”When I see her close her eyes, I reach over to my bag and pull out the surprise. I reach one hand around her left side and pull her panties over to one side, exposing her sweetness between her legs. My other hand moves my surprise in front of her clit. I press it against her clit while turning it on.”Whoa!” she exclaims at the first sensation, closing her legs tightly.”Just relax, baby. Close your eyes and focus.”I put the wand back in place and go to work on her clit. She immediately reacts, sucking in her breath, and slamming her body back against mine. I see her hands grip her thighs until her knuckles turn white.”Oh God, baby. Don’t stop!” she gasps.

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