Chapter 38

It was Sunday, and we could hear the peel of several church bells in the air. There were no stores open, so we strolled along the streets, looking in different storefronts. I appreciated Lana’s sensual beauty reflected in the window glass.

As we walked, I enjoyed the gentle sway of Lana’s breasts to her stride. She gave me a sly smile and unfastened the last three buttons on her dress, her beautiful breasts now barely contained. My arm went around to rest on her hips and lower to feel the flexing of her ass cheek as we walked.

I could feel the material of my shorts rub against my cock, causing it to grow a little. The head was able to peek out, covered by my shirt. I made the mistake of stopping Lana and showing her the head of my cock out of my shorts. She hugged me close and kissing me I could feel her hand at my cock, going in the opening. Her hand cupped my loose hanging balls, releasing them and my cock from my shorts.

Lana lifted the hem of my shirt, admiring my exposed cock and balls. She caressed the shaft, stroking it several times. She looked in both directions, smiled at me then knelt to one knee. Her pose relaxed I could easily see her bare pussy. She took my cock in hand and boldly began to suck on it. My head was like a swivel, looking in every direction as her warm mouth sucked on me.

I couldn’t believe the emergence of my sexually-liberated wife in such a short time since we first met. She stood, kissed me, and I slipped my cock and balls back into my shorts. She quickly showed them again, her hand motioning me to leave them out.

“Je bent trots op mijn lichaam, ik ben trots op je pik. Vrouwen zouden het kunnen zien.”

“You proud my body, I proud your cock. Women might see,” she said, pointing to the words.

I looked in the reflection of a storefront window at me. My cock made the bottom edge of my shirt stick out, with my loose hanging balls slightly in view. Lana took my hand, and we resumed our walk.

I could feel the fresh air around my cock and balls as we walked. There were several people on the street, their eyes were immediately drawn to Lana’s figure in her skimpy dress. She held my hand tight as I resisted the natural urge to hide my cock and balls. I think their eyes were more interested in the lack of clothing Lana was wearing compared to my cock and balls slightly in view.

We continued our walk to the park, and I must admit, I did like the freedom of my cock and balls hanging loose out of my shorts. We walked around the pond with the central fountain. Swans had returned to the area, swimming in the pond, and pigeons were pecking at the ground.

She led me to a wrought iron bench, and we sat. My balls seemed to puff up like the breast of a bird, my cock trying to withdraw, like a turtle’s neck into its shell. She cuddled close to me, crossing her slender legs, my arm going around her waist. I looked at her mostly revealed breasts, and I had to slip a hand inside her dress to take one in hand.

Lana turned to me, and we kissed. I could feel her hand go to my cock and touch it. She didn’t object to my hand going inside her dress and cupping her bare breast. As we shared more kisses, she placed her right leg over my left, completely opening her pose. She took my hand from her breast and guided it between her legs. I felt her pussy, moistened with excitement, and began to finger her.

I looked around to see if people were nearby as my fingers entered her pussy. She looked at me as my thumb massaged her clit, making her body jolt. I was highly aroused by Lana’s lack of inhibition, wearing such a revealing dress for the times, and enjoyed fucking outside.

She kissed me, stroking my cock as I fingered her pussy, until a shadow cast over us. I broke our kiss to see Ekle standing close to us. My immediate reaction was to take my hand away from Lana’s pussy, but she placed her hand on mine to keep my fingers in her.