Break Up to Make Up

Lynne was sitting on the porch wearing a blueish flowery sundress. Her arms were wrapped tight around her legs as she pinned them close to her chest. Her chin was resting on her knees as she stared blankly into the back yard. The hot tub hummed in the background as the heater kicked on to maintain the set temperature; 104 degrees. The setting sun lowered past the branch that was obstructing it from view causing her to close her eyes to avoid the sudden glare.

Thomas stood at the sliding glass door watching his beautiful wife sit in silence. He wanted to walk out there and poke her in the side with his finger causing her to startle and jump in her seat, like he had done millions of times before. They would laugh and she would playfully punch his arm or perhaps kick him on the leg and call him a jerk. They would smile at each other and continue to discuss how each other's day had been as he sat next to her outside. They might even end up in the hot tub together in their underwear or completely naked. They could make love or have passionate sex. Thomas played out all these scenarios in his mind as he watched her sit like an angelic statue.

None of that would be happening this evening, however. If he walked out there, things would start off rigid and only grow colder. They were both out of energy from yelling and screaming, they had exhausted all their energy and passion in anger and still hadn't fixed the problem or moved past it. They had moved into the phase of the conflict where resentment and passive aggressive looks and attitudes were all that there was between them. The house was like a lonely tundra, void of love and emotion. Thomas looked away from Lynne in her chair and scanned the back yard. Somehow even the trees seemed to be sporting a darker shade of green. The grass looked pathetic and weak. The ray of light shining on Lynne's face, looked more like a dying orange flashlight than a "ray of sunshine".

Thomas felt powerless standing by the door. He lowered his head and gave an internal shrug as if to say, "I guess this is it" and decided to go into the bathroom and take a shower. As he turned to walk away his foot accidently thumped into the glass door causing Lynne to jolt in her seat and look in his direction.

"Babe, you scared me." Her voice was soft and sweet and barely audible through the glass.

Thomas opened the door and leaned his head through the opening and smiled sheepishly.

"I am sorry beautiful; I was being creepy and watching you sit there. I could watch you do just about anything, including watching you do nothing, apparently." They both chuckled at his joke. Lynne knew he actually wasn't kidding and loved that he had a way of making jokes even while speaking the truth.

"it's ok babe, you've definitely watched me do worse." They both laughed at her joke and the mood lightened in an instant. They locked eyes as their laughing faded into genuine smiles; she continued, "I was wondering if we could just talk. Not about what happened, but just... you know, talk. Like we used to do before everything went haywire."

"You mean, before I fucked everything up?" He smiled pathetically and raised his brow.

"Yes, yes Thomas, before you single handedly almost destroyed this marriage." Her returned smile let him know she was attempting at a joke. She was never very good at making jokes. They were always hit or miss. Mainly because she had a very dark and strange sense of humor. A fact that likely is the reason she found Thomas so funny in the first place.

Thomas stepped completely through the sliding glass door opening and pulled the chair opposite hers toward himself. He sat down facing his gorgeous wife, slightly tilting his head sideways like a dog trying to hear something from down the street. He was uncertain what was about to happen next, was she leading him into a false sense of security? Trying to get him off guard by making jokes and being playful? Only to have her next question or sentence be a designed arrow aimed straight at his heart! The couple stared at each other for several long moments as the sun dropped past the privacy fence, removing the glare and brightness it had brought with it.

"Thomas, I love you. I feel like we've said everything we are going to say about this. I think it's time to make a decision. I have heard your side of the story, and I believe you are sincere in your apology and I almost understand what you're saying and how it happened." She paused and looked away.

Thomas using her pause as a cue started, "Lynne, I don't know what else to say..."

Lynne interrupted softly, "That's the point dumb dumb," she smiled as she kept on, "There is nothing left to say. I think it's time to make a clear and decisive decision. Do we choose to work this out together, or do we go our separate ways?" Now it was her head that tilted sideways allowing her dark silky hair to fall onto her shoulder. She watched in curious anticipation for what Thomas was going to say next. Thomas didn't say anything. He licked his lips and closed his eyes and started biting his bottom lip as if trying to decide to cut the green or the red wire on a Hollywood bomb. Thomas decided to cut the green wire. He opened his eyes, leaned in towards Lynne and placing both hands around her neck and ears, started kissing her softly. His first kiss landed just above her left eyebrow, followed immediately by another on her right cheek bone, another right next to her right eye. He sensually and softly bombarded her face with light and passionate pecks while continuing to wrap his hands around her ears and neck beneath her hair.

Lynne closed her eyes and allowed the sensual assault to continue, taking in the love and energy she could feel being transferred from each one. Their lips finally connected and without hesitation they both opened their mouths and engaged in a long and enthusiastic kiss. Thomas was now standing, leaning over Lynne as they continued to kiss on the darkening back porch. His hands gripped firmer to the back of her neck and he could feel her hands steadily moving on his stomach and around his waistband.

He straightened his posture slightly while keeping her neck in his grasp to look her in the eyes.

"I am sorry Lynne; I love you with all my heart."

"Shut up and fuck me," Lynne demanded with a hungry smirk.

His belt buckle was undone before he could even register that Lynne was even trying to free him. His now swelling love was exposed to the air before being blanketed again by her firm but gentle grip. Thomas returned the smirk at his beautiful wife and darted back towards her mouth. He resumed kissing her like her kiss was the last drop of water in the desert of life. Her hand methodically caressed him until he was full and thick with adrenaline and testosterone.

Thomas, still holding on to the back of Lynne's neck with both hands, stood tall and escorted her head towards his midsection. Lynne eagerly allowed herself to be guided towards her target and loyally placed her tongue on Thomas's tip when she arrived. Lynne made several dabs as she tasted him before opening up and absorbed Thomas completely into her mouth.

A surge of warmth and pleasure caused Thomas to shake from head to toe. His grip tightened around the back of her neck, pulling the hair that was tangled in his grasp. Lynne took notice of his pleasure and used it to fuel her hunger and desire as she took him as far into her windpipe as she could manage. Allowing him to ease back towards her lips, she cupped his sack and sweetly toyed with him as she licked around his top with her tongue before once again taking him as deep as she could. Each time she relaxed her throat to receive him his grip tightened, and he let out a satisfying grunt. She repeated her maneuver one final time before leaning back to look up at her scruffy faced husband. A zipline of saliva still connecting her to him as she smiled up at him with her mouth and eyes. She looked so amazing he thought to himself as he returned the smile. The zipline snapped as he released her hair with his right hand and traced his thumb across her lips.

Thomas leaned in again to kiss her with feverish intensity. He could taste himself on her lips which only made their kissing seem more reckless and wilder. Continuing the savagery make out, he placed both hands on her delicate shoulders and eased her to the back of her seat. When she was finally in place, he moved his hands to the inner of her thighs and somehow managed to charmingly spread them apart. She was already misting beneath her panties. He could feel the warmth from under the fabric as he massaged her with his hand. Allowing his fingers to find the lining of her garment, he slipped under the stitching and instantaneously pulled them to the side.

The sun had made its full descent and the glow of the moon had taken over on the porch. Thomas gazed at her shimmering sweetness as the moonlight danced around every dew-covered inch of her meticulously groomed flower. He studied her dreamily as if engaged in some sort of magnificent trance. Still holding her thin panties to the side with one hand, he leaned closer until his mouth pressed lightly on her mound. He placed a single kiss above her entrance and wrapped his free hand around her back. She arched herself with subtlety and gripped the arm of her chair in an expecting embrace. His tongue connected with her sensitivity setting every fiber of her being into orbit. Thomas worked his tongue and his lips together in harmonious perfection around every corner and edge of her. He lightly nibbled and kissed his way around and around until burying his taste buds into her open and now throbbing pathway.

Lynne, feeling suddenly restricted by her blue sun dress, tugged and pulled excitably until it was over her head and eventually lying on the floor. Her breasts now exposed to the calm wind and being kissed by the light of the moon. They bounced mischievously as she tried to return to her original position for Thomas. He had stopped exploring her with his mouth and with both hands behind her lower back scooted her to the edge of her chair. Her breasts once again bouncing in the light magnificently. Her backside reached the edge and she clasped both sides of the chair for security. Thomas lifted Lynne's legs, so they rest on his shoulders placing soft kisses on each ankle as he did.

His long hardness throbbed with anticipation as he aligned himself with her ready and inviting sexual sanctuary. Thomas elegantly placed his tip between Lynne's folds as he looked her in the eyes. Leaning in he fully penetrated her opening in a joyous combination of tender kissing and carnal lust. Her flesh was warm and tight around him as he pushed into her depths. Her mouth was sweet and soft as they continued kissing in the night. Thomas steadily manipulated him self back and forth as he drove himself a little further with each pass.

Really feeling the momentum and starting to lose himself in the moment, Thomas straightened up, locked his hands on both her curvy hips and started letting the fury inside him loose. Lynne, loving every inch that Thomas was giving her moaned and gasped as her husband built up to a frenzy.

"Yes baby! Please don't stop! I love feeling you inside me!"

Hearing her words always drives Thomas wild. Releasing one of her hips he relocated his hand to her breast and started fondling her nipples. He pinched and tugged as his hips continued to deliver a mountain of build up that any minute would avalanche from Lynne's core.

"Oh baby, you're going to make me cum! Oh, shit baby, I'm gonna cum! Can I cum on your cock? Can I please, baby? Please?

Her words causing a riot to build inside him as he continued to pump and pump himself deep to shallow; shallow to deep. Hitting every spot in this beautiful woman's portal along the way. Her hands lashed out and crashed into his chest. Her fingernails dug into his skin through the shirt he was still wearing.

"You gonna cum for me? Huh? You want to cum with this cock inside you?"

"Yes, baby please! Please let me cum! Oh, shit baby, I'm cumming!"

Her orgasm erupted and Thomas could feel her insides tighten and convulse as he continued to move. The fluid was hot as her gushing explosion flowed all around him. He could feel her melting past his shaft and onto his balls and legs. The porch and yard were filled with the sounds of flesh colliding into pools of dripping pleasure. His grip tightened on her hip and breast as his rhythm quickened and his strides shortened. Lynne knew this was what happens before Thomas was going to orgasm. One of the beautiful things about married sex; knowing each other's bodies so well.

"Yes, baby! Please cum! Don't pull out! I want to feel you inside of me! Please let me feel you inside of me!"

Once again, her words sent an emergence of ecstasy through his shaft, he gave one more powerful thrust then stiffened his entire body as he unleashed himself into her abyss. Lynne's hands slowly released his chest from their grasp and the sting from where her fingernails had dug into him brought a cheeky smile to his face. The couple laughed as they panted and collected themselves emotionally. Slowly coming back down from the high of a good orgasm.

"I think I just put all my pent-up frustration inside you." Thomas joked as his manhood softened.

"I think I liked it." Lynne declared, starting to correct herself in her chair before continuing, "we are getting too old for back porch chair sex, babe." They both laughed. "Remember when we tried to have sex in the car?" Another laugh.

"We didn't try, we finished as I recall."

Clearing her throat, she instantly chimed in, "You finished, as I recall. I don't remember a 'we' finishing in that car." Again, they both laughed.

"I don't feel like taking a shower yet, let's go in the hot tub." Lynne nodded her head in the tub's direction with a grin.

"If you were expecting me to argue, I hate to disappoint." Thomas rose fully to his feet and started towards the tub.

"When it comes to disappointing me, you never disappoint." Lynne playfully punched him in the arm after her joke. "Too soon?"

The two made their way to the hot tub. Thomas appreciating his wife's curves and beautiful face as she stepped diligently into the water. He always felt like the luckiest man in the world when he got to see her naked.

"What are you staring at?"

"The most beautiful woman in the world."

"Where is she? I'll kick her ass!" her face immediately splashed with a wave of water courtesy of Thomas.

The couple sat in the hot tub in silence after that for a while. Both pondering things inside themselves. Both, almost afraid to speak in hopes to avoid ruining such an amazing make up. Lynne was thinking about how good of a man Thomas was to her and the kids. How much she loved and valued him as a friend and a partner. She wasn't thinking in depth about their sex, but it was amazing. She could say things she's never said before with Thomas. Allow herself to fantasize about anything with him and share it with him as well. More than that, they were friends. Genuine BFF's. She loved him, there was no doubt about that, and she couldn't imagine ever coming home to another man or sharing her life with another man. Like it or not, Thomas was her person. Luckily, she liked it.

For Thomas, the thought of another woman in his life was as foreign and absurd as putting pineapples on pizza or having breakfast on Jupiter. Lynne was it for him. He never strayed or even so much as wanted to stray. He was one of those "pussy whipped" guys that "real men" make fun of and he was completely fine with that. He loved his wife, every smell and every hair on her body. This didn't make him a perfect husband. It didn't even make him a good husband. He still was able to piss her off and let her down and completely and utterly fuck things up, like this past fiasco they were in. But he would rather watch Lynne have sex with a stranger than to have sex himself with another woman. He would rather watch Lynne fold laundry than ...fold laundry himself... Thomas chuckled out loud at that thought.

"Did you say something?" Lynne asked sincerely.

"No, I was thinking about how lucky I am."

"You're so full of shit, Thomas." This time it was Lynne who did the splashing, pushing water directly in his face.

Lynne's breasts bounced out of the tub as she forced the wall of water in his direction. Thomas noticed, and while wiping his eyes, he watched as they seemingly floated on the top like two amazingly beautiful... Well, breasts. He loved her breasts even if she, like most women, didn't. After two kids and a couple years over 18, sure they weren't what ever they used to be. But Thomas found that more appealing in women. Not only are they soft and sexual but they have provided life. He always found that amazing and sexy.

He watched dreamily as they floated up and down at the top of the water. Like a moth being drawn to a streetlight he found himself gravitating in their direction. Placing one in each hand he politely cupped around them taking in the softness and beauty. He imagined all the times he watched them bounce back and forth from having sex. Every time he got to see them going in and out of the shower. He recalled all the times he almost broke his neck trying to get a glimpse of them. For some reason an image of Lynne with her breasts exposed in all their beauty while they were in a hotel on vacation stuck out. There was a mirror placed in just the right spot, so that he could watch them bounce as he took her from behind. He recalled how amazing her ass looked that night and instantly wanted to see her ass now. He looked up into Lynne's face to find her staring at him with a puzzling look.

"May I help you?"

Thomas feeling his second erection of the night, replied. "Yes, actually you can. Lean over the edge of the hot tub please."

"Thomas, how did we just go from you ninja grabbing my breasts, to me leaning out of this warm water with my ass in the cold air?"

"My cock defies logic, now please let me lick you from behind."

"Oh, well you should have started with that then." Lynne chuckled as she rose out of the water and turned around.

Thomas put one hand on each of her cheeks and slowly pried them apart. He stared for a second at her tightly closed button before dancing his tongue around the outer circle.

"I am not complaining babe, I'm really not. But I did not see this coming." She turned back slightly toward him as she spoke and then relaxed in anticipation of whatever Thomas suddenly had in store.

"You are far too hot for me not to lick you right now. That's about as far as my thought process got, and here we are."

He went back to splashing his tongue around her backside before slipping it into her crevasse. Lynne let out an awkward gasp as he entered her. This wasn't something he typically did. Not that it would have mattered to Lynne, but Thomas never really had a butt fetish or whatever. She wasn't going to protest this from happening regardless, that's for sure.

Thomas's hands simultaneously worked together, one keeping her ass exposed so his tongue could achieve maximum potential, while the other started massaging the inside of her still soppy love. Using her hands to balance over the edge, all Lynne could do was enjoy being pleasured while completely exposed in such a vulnerable fashion.

Thomas was getting riled up while he continued to plant his tongue in her backside and massage her slit with his free hand. Feeling his shaft throb again as it filled itself with blood and excitement, he lifted himself out of the water and with no warning or hesitation, he once again pierced her still soaked opening. They both simultaneously let out a gasp of pleasure as she encompassed all of him with ease. The water around their legs started thrashing around like a stormy sea making more noise than Thomas was expecting. He slowed his speed and calmed himself without taking exit. He grazed his palm across her smooth back side as he casually continued swaying his hips back and forth.