Olivia jumped slightly as her husband's arms embraced her from behind. She stood on her balcony looking out into the garden. Everything seemed to be rather dull, including her garden. As her husband kissed the back of her neck. Her husband was definitely full of life; point in fact by the question he asked her. "I have a surprise for you, are you free?"
She turned in his arms and looked up at him mischievously, "what did you have in mind?"
"A picnic." That simple answer delighted her to no end. Trevor saw his wife's eyes light up at his suggestion. "I have a change of clothes laid out for you on the bed, if you're interested." He was rewarded with a quick peck on the lips and a promise that she would be back in a few minutes.
Twenty-five minutes later they were nestled beneath a large oak tree on a blanket, Trevor with his back to the tree and Olivia in Trevor's lap. She was amazed at Trevor's picnic. He had obviously planned in advance. They had arrived to a chilled bottle of none alcohol wine and an assortment of fruits, cheeses, and finger sandwiches. Olivia was attempting to open the bottle, while Trevor was attempting to discretely open his wife's summer dress while kissing her neck. His actions were making hers decidedly more difficult. When he reached the third button, she finally relented and gently pulled his hands from their task to the bottle saying, "Open this instead."
As Trevor made steady work on the wine bottle, Olivia leaned back against him. He certainly had been in an affectionate mood this week. This morning made the eighth time they had made love since the weekend, and it was only Wednesday! She wondered why this week he had been overly attentive to anything she desired. As Trevor handed her a glass, she moved to sit next to him.
She rested her head on Trevor's shoulder. He kissed her forehead and then proceeded to fill a plate for her.
They ate in silence for a while then Olivia gently kissed his neck followed by a gentile kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, then a rather passionate one to his mouth. Her tongue gently brushed against his lips begging for admittance into his mouth, as she shifted in his arms so that she was now facing him slightly. He opened his mouth to her and gently pulled her against him.
As his kisses became more insistent, she pulled him to her as she lay back on the blanket. Her fingers began working on his shirt and he wanted to make light work of her dress, but knew that they were not in the most private of areas. As she began kissing his chest, he found it hard to speak. "My darling, we're not in the most discreet of locations." She gently nipped him then rolled them over so that she was in the dominant position.
She surprised herself with the response of "It doesn't matter." She began unbuttoning her dress, but the tiny buttons were taking too long. Instead, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and flung it off, not caring where it landed. She then proceeded to make light work of her underwear, and then of Trevor's clothes. As she lay back on the blanket with Trevor looking down on her, a phrase kept running through her mind. Yes, this was definitely making love. Her husband had given her the most earnest of confessions and she had wanted to express her gratitude and love for him. As he slowly sank into her.
A while later, they were again nestled beneath a large oak tree on a blanket, Trevor with his back to the tree and Olivia in Trevor's lap. Olivia was attempting to open the container of fruit, while Trevor was attempting to button his wife's summer dress while kissing her neck. A small chuckle arose from her. "Can you believe we just did that out here?" Trevor also chuckled. She continued, "can you imagine if Don or someone saw us, and find us in the throes of passion?" She continued to laugh, but noticed that her husband didn't share her merriment.
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