In the Middle of a 12-Mile Trail Run, My Wife and I Fucked Behind a Rock
As she leaned against a boulder in a canyon, I pounded my sweaty bride. Who says exercise isn’t fun?
We’d traveled by foot deep into the canyon, surrounded by towering walls of red rock. Lauren ran in front of me, moving at an aggressive clip. She climbed the hills powerfully, working up a good sweat under the rising mid-morning temperature.
Though my attention needed to be on the technical trail we ran, I couldn’t help but admire how scintillating she looked in her tight black capri leggings, which hugged her firm, round ass cheeks. She’d pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail that flowed through the opening in the back of her hat, and she wore a hot pink jog bra with a low cut, accentuating her breasts.
She looked incredibly sexy.
At the six-mile mark, having climbed 1,500 feet up and into the canyon, we came upon the end of the rugged out-and-back trail. Both quite warm, we sat down on large boulders, sipping from our bottles as we took in the spectacular setting and the soaring walls around us.
I looked around the canyon as we rehydrated and noted a few particularly large boulders behind us, all of them considerably taller than both of us. Seeing an opportunity for naughty fun, I looked over at my sweaty 48-year-old wife with a smile on my face.
“How about a quickie?” I playfully asked.
“What? Here?” my Swedish queen replied playfully, as if she had expected the question but was feigning surprise.
Earlier in the morning, I’d joked with Lauren about getting in an express fucking on our run if we found a quiet place. “We’ll see,” she’d offered. And now here we were.
“No one’s here, baby,” I countered, dripping with perspiration while I sipped on my water.
Ever the analyst, Lauren surveyed our surroundings to assess the risk of getting caught. This was, after all, a popular destination for hikers and trail runners.
“We could go behind those boulders over there,” I added as I pointed toward the massive rocks.
With a look of curiosity, she got up and boulder-hopped to get back to the particularly big ones where I suggested we could have our fun. That she had so eagerly ventured to the proposed location indicated her interest.
She was now about 20 feet away, and I couldn’t even see her behind the gigantic rocks.
“The footing’s not great, but it’s private,” she said, almost propositionally.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” I queried.
“Sure,” she replied, giggling.
Eager for sexual pleasure with my Scandinavian wife, I quickly joined her.
Over the years, probably like many happily married couples, we’ve gotten in quickies in all sorts of places, including in dressing rooms, in the family changing room at our neighborhood pool (a favorite location of ours), on the side of trails, in our sauna, in our tent while wilderness camping, etc.
Now behind the large boulder with Lauren, I pulled down my shorts to reveal my throbbing manhood. Almost reflexively, she held my cock in her hand, smiling approvingly at my offering to her. We kissed deeply, our tongues meeting. Her heavy perspiration, her sweaty smell, her taste and her dirtiness excited me.
As she said, the footing wasn’t great due to lots of scree, and the pitch was a bit tricky. This would be a challenging place to make love, but it would have to do.
Lauren turned around, rolled down her leggings (no panties), and leaned forward, her hands against the boulder. Behind her, I slid in, delighted to discover her dripping wetness. She looked back at me, biting her lip and showing her erotic pleasure. As I typically do during quickies, I looked at my watch. The time read 9:32 a.m.
I grabbed Lauren’s ass cheeks and rammed her. She breathed hard and quietly whimpered, reaching between her long legs to massage her clitoris.
I could see she was physically uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“I can’t keep my balance with these pants on. Lemme take them off,” she said, sitting down on a smaller rock as she removed her shoes, rolled off her leggings, and then put her shoes back on (the ground was way too rocky to go barefooted). She resumed the position, and I slid back into her, a la standing doggy-style.
“Yes,” I whimpered as I gripped her round ass cheeks, tickling her pink bum with my thumbs as she giggled. I hammered her hard and deep, giving her every one of my seven inches. The mid-morning Arizona sun beat down on us and we continued to sweat profusely.
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” Lauren whimpered. This jackhammering from behind, combined with her clitoral play, had her quickly approaching orgasm. “Was a good idea. Are you enjoying it?”
“Having a great time,” I answered, pounding away.
“Hopefully no one comes,” my Nordic beauty added.
She chuckled when she realized what she’d said and then clarified: “Actually, hopefully no one but us comes.”
We laughed.
We often talk while making love, and I always enjoy it when we do. I could feel her fingers pleasuring her clit.
“How’s it feel, sweetheart?” I asked, teasing her a bit.
Overcome with pleasure, she responded, “Mmmmm, so good.”
Silence as I pummeled my wife.
She got wetter and wetter and began to orgasm, whimpering as she came.
I reached under her damp jog bra and grabbed her sweaty breasts, cupping them as she climaxed. Her nipples felt delightful.
Listening intently to our surroundings, I heard nothing but skin-slapping and the sound of a breeze cutting through the canyon. The sun bathed us. This was so perfect. We couldn’t have asked for more.
“I’m close to cumming,” I announced, still pounding her as hard as I could.
Lauren didn’t have any panties or clean-up tissues, and we still needed to run the six miles back to our car. So I knew ejaculating in her pussy (as we typically do) or on her ass wasn’t a great idea.
“How close?” she asked.
“Super close,” I responded, now feeling the build-up of semen in my balls.
Ever the generous wife and always happy to please me, Lauren quickly removed her hat, turned around, and dropped to one knee, nearly swallowing my cock, covered in her vaginal wetness. Sucking my dick, she expertly pumped the shaft with her index finger and thumb as I ran my hands through her sweaty hair. She looked up at me, and our eyes met as I gave her my creamy, salty goodness, spurt after spurt.
She kept sucking, eager to get every drop out of me.
Once she drained my balls, she took my erect dick out of her mouth and stood up, swallowing my semen.
“Wow,” she said, laughing after she’d gotten it down.
“What?” I asked.
“You definitely were in need of that,” she added. “That was a huge load.”
“I did need it,” I explained.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, licking her lips as she pulled her jog bra back down, removed her shoes, and slid her leggings back on.
“And you didn’t also want it?” I countered.
“I did,” she answered, smiling.
I looked down at my watch; it read 9:44. We’d just had 12 minutes of bliss together.
“How about we hang out at this rock for a little while more and then go for round two once we’re both ready?” I propositioned.
She laughed. “We’d better get back,” she commanded, taking a swig of her drink.
Just as we stepped out of our little hiding place, three attractive middle-aged women arrived at the trail’s dead-end. Incredulous, Lauren and I looked at each other, relieved by our good fortune that we’d completed our quickie before their arrival.
After exchanging pleasantries with the three women, who clearly had no idea what Lauren and I had just done behind the boulders, we commenced our run back to the car.
