This story only available on Lush Stories.“Is she really there, darling?” he whispered near his wife’s ear as he slid his penis between her oily breasts.“Mmmm…” she smiled in answer as she lapped at his helmet with her tongue every time it emerged from her deep cleavage. He stepped up his pace, knees on either side of her as she lay below him, almost parallel to the window, lit from either side with little lamps placed to shine directly onto their bodies.She gripped his buttocks, feeling the muscles tauten as he pushed his cock through her hot, heaving breasts. She tweaked and pulled on her nipples as he placed his hands behind his head, allowing the eyes from the oak tree to see as his shaft entered and returned between the two rippling mountains. Sweat began to drip from him as his mind began to go blank. He knew he should be fingering Elena’s pussy, but it was just so good feeling her mouth breathing hard and her tongue and lips desperately trying to get purchase on him.Sliding, sliding, faster and faster…“George!” She snapped his name, and he was mentally dragged back. Elena wriggled under him until he moved enough for her to turn her back to the window. Then she leaned down until her head and shoulders were on the soft floor rug, her breasts slightly drooping now, and leaving the eyes in the oak tree a grand view of the whole stretch of her inverted body. Her hips were only just on the edge of the bed, legs splayed, and George shuffled round to gaze upon a stunning display of her gaping, dripping pussy.His cock immediately grew harder and he grabbed her legs, pushing her down so that she was further down on her back. Then he climbed off the bed and slightly squatted over her. They were right by the window, and the eyes in the oak tree watched as Elena leaned her body against George, with her knees near her shoulders, and he took hold of his gleaming, pulsating cock. He slid it, deep red with raised veins pumping for all they were worth, between Elena’s open, swollen lips, sliding her juices around the short, curly hairs, that shone so stickily in the lamplight.“You want it, sugar? You want my cock inside you?”“Oh god, yes! Fuck me!” she gasped.With the patience of a rather filthy saint, he slowly slid into her pussy, struggling to resist the urge to fuck hard and deep until he knew the watcher got to see the entry. He heard the little rustle of the leaves, and took that as his sign to fuck her hard. And he did.Withdrawing until he was just inside Elena’s entrance, he plunged in as far as he could, forgetting the display he was trying to give, and grabbing her legs so roughly to get her closer, that he heaved almanbahis her up and off the floor. Suddenly staggering back and onto the bed, Elena climbed her way up, frustrated.“Damn you, George! If you can’t stand to bang my pussy hard, you can lie there whilst I bang your cock!”She squatted low over him, knowing the watcher had a perfect view of her oiled breasts and George’s sack and rock-hard cock, with a long, shining string of pussy nectar dangling down from her poised hole just above.“Oohhh…” said the oak tree.Elena grabbed George and lowered herself onto him. When she was satisfied she was balanced safely, she began to move up and down, slowly at first, and then increasing the pace until the eyes in the oak tree could hear her ass cheeks slapping up and down with the force of her thrusting.“Ahhh, fuck… fuck…” George was paralysed on the bed, thinking fireworks and shooting stars as his cock exploded deep into Elena’s pussy, and her continued thrusting on his spurting splashed the hot cum over them both. She frantically fingered her clit and came in spasms, suddenly grinding herself into George in circles as the waves of molten fire gushed through her and spread over George’s balls.She collapsed backwards onto him, letting the watcher see George’s softening cock still deep in her hole, with dripping cum from both of them oozing down onto the sheets. The cool night breeze fingered them both, lapping at the mess, just like the watcher was fingering herself too, sucking on her own pussy juice-covered fingers as she came in hip-thrusting, buttock-clenching joy. What a great fucking session that was!George and Elena lay there gasping and panting, enjoying the gentle breeze on their hot skin, and resting a moment. They did not move until they heard the rustling of the oak leaves, the gentle sounds of their watcher climbing down the ladder from the little treehouse, and the swishing noise as her little legs took her through the long grass and away from the house.Elena rolled off George, stretched out for a cigarette from the nightstand, and lit it with trembling fingers. She took a long, hard drag, and held it to George’s lips, knowing he was too far gone to do it himself. He took a drag, holding the smoke in as long as he could, and then blew it out in a long, controlled stream.“I’m glad our little voyeur is back,” she said, sucking more of the nicotine haze in hungrily.“Me too, darling. Me too.”They lay there and slept a while, happy and sleepy in the cool-down of their session. ***********************************************George and Elena had been married for twenty six years, and people who have almanbahis yeni giriş been married for twenty six years know when the spark has died. It isn’t always instant. Sometimes, they just wake up one day, and think, “Oh crap. The spark’s gone out.” Usually, they just wake up, and carry on as they had been doing. It is only when the spark has been re-lit that they realise the spark had died at all. And that’s how it happened for George and Elena.This is not some long, drawn-out exposition about the ins and outs of George and Elena’s marriage and the details of their boring sex rituals, you will be glad to know. It is simply a little tale to show how sometimes, the spark can be rekindled in the smallest way, a tiny way that you could never have even dreamed up. But if you are watching for it, and if you are aware of your surroundings, you may suddenly see the source of the ignition of that dead spark you’d not even realised was missing. To not watch for it may mean that you miss it altogether, and the spark stays dead and long gone.For both George and Elena, they discovered the new spark at the same time, although neither of them was aware of it. It was whilst they were having sex. The usual sex. The passionless, boring, ritual sex that they usually had. It was more of an affirmation that they shared a bed together, and beds were not just for sleeping. Sometimes, George thought it was good to test the springs out, and he usually lacked the energy to jump on the mattress. For Elena, it was nice to have some sheets to wash that actually looked dirty for a change.Elena preferred doggy-style sex, ass up, head down, deep penetration, less wear and tear on her back. George preferred cowgirl style, lying down, so he could watch Elena’s full breasts bouncing, and save his twinging knees slight discomfort the next day.They began one spring evening as they always did, lying side by side, with one lamp on, and Elena stroking George’s cock. She did it more from habit than from desire, but George rather liked it, so he never complained. After a while, George would lift Elena’s cotton nightie, and run his finger through her cropped hairs, just long enough to curl a little. Then he would finger her pussy to make sure she was wet, before they both got naked, and ran their hands cursorily over each other’s bodies. Next stop was Elena’s ass raised high and George working his way deep. When he began to groan more from knee pain than his cock buried in her wetness, he would lie down, and Elena would finish the deed. And then they would sleep.So there they were, dead spark, one cock being stroked, one pussy being fingered. almanbahis giriş And it just so happened, that Elena glanced out of the window into the oak tree with its half-formed leaves still leaving the little treehouse window visible. George had made it for the children, now two gangling post-graduates who lived elsewhere. It was at the back of the house, which faced open meadowland and solemn, grass-chewing cattle.But tonight, as Elena felt her pussy fingered by steadfast fingering George, she stroking his familiar cock, and blankly looking out the window for lack of anywhere else to look, she saw the face. The face was watching them, and she quickly looked away, her breath catching in her throat. George heard the gasp, and thought he’d suddenly seriously turned her on. So he put a bit more effort and concentration into what he was doing, and changed his rhythm and pressure a little. Elena couldn’t help moaning with this delightful new touch, and enjoyed the feel as she thought of the face watching them.It was a small, heart-shaped face, with round apple cheeks and almond-shaped eyes. Was it a dream? Had she imagined it? She slyly sneaked a peek past George, who was now raised on one elbow and administering flickering fingers to Elena’s clitoris with a new enthusiasm. Yes, the face was still there. Watching.Cripes, Elena was wet! George was delighted. All of a sudden, Elena raised herself up, pushing George down onto his back, and, smearing her fingers through her juices, she wrapped them round his cock and began to suck him as if she discovered a delicious new drink that she couldn’t get enough of. And she had. She really, really had. She remembered how she used to do this to him when they were courting, out in the meadows in their first summer together, and she loved it. And mostly, she loved the fact that there was somebody watching her, ass in the air and sucking her husband’s twitching cock.George lay there, feeling this wife of his, who had suddenly developed a suction-pump for a mouth, suck and lick his cock for all she was worth. He put one arm behind his head, and reached down for her juicy fingers, sucking and licking them even as she sucked and licked him. He watched the lamplight bouncing off the two orbs of her ass behind her, pointing towards to the window, naked and vulnerable. And then he saw the face. The face was watching them, and he quickly looked away, his breath catching in his throat.What an exquisite little face it was, the tiny snapshot that burned itself into his mind in that one fleeting moment. It was definitely a her, definitely a female. Was she a sprite? A piskie? A fairy? Either way, she was watching him get sucked hard and fast, and… mmmm… His hips thrust involuntarily as he came into Elena’s hot mouth.“Fuck…” he moaned, biting his lip and letting the happy blackness overtake him for a few seconds.