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“Good morning ,” Linda purred from over her coffee cup. She surveyed her wife, clad in grey-green cargo shorts and a white tank and sports bra, her thick curls were woven in an efficient knot at the nape of her neck, exposing her strong jawline and broad shoulders. Her muscled calves and forearms were, much to Linda’s sheer delight, completely on display as well.
Initially oblivious to the blonde’s leering, Brenda leaned down to peck Linda’s forehead. “Morning, love,” she said happily as she helped herself to her coffee that Linda had prepared and went to stand by their kitchen window to observe the yard through the glass. She hummed appreciatively around the rim of her cup.
Linda leaned back in her chair, bit her lip, and stared unabashedly at her wife’s exposed skin. Brenda turned around at the sink, and caught the blonde’s lecherous eyes.
“Whatcha looking at?” Brenda teased, very much enjoying the glint in those beautiful blues.
Linda shrugged. “Just taking in that dashing outfit you’ve got on.”
Brenda snorted into her cup. “S’hardly a fucking suit, babe. It’s yard-wear, I’ve gotta cut the grass today. Apparently that’s my job around here,” she said pointedly.
“When you’re able to scrub down the kitchen and bathroom without moaning about it, we’ll switch jobs.”
“It’s not my fault you picked the most porous tile you could when we renovated,” Brenda complained.
Linda ascended from their table to stand between Brenda’s legs. “I am going to ignore that insult, but only because you look so damn good in your yard-wear. ” Her hands slipped under Brenda’s tank and her thumbs gently traced the soft skin of her rounded belly.
Knowing her wife well enough to understand exactly where this was going, Brenda reached behind her to place her coffee cup safely in the sink. Her hands cupped Linda’s ass, pulling the blonde closer to her until their noses were brushing against one another. “Okay, but how good?” she fished, winking mischievously.
Linda responded by leaning forward to capture the brunette’s pout in a searing kiss. Her hands slipped higher, cupping and gently squeezing Brenda’s soft, heavy breasts through the lycra of her sports bra. Brenda moaned into their kiss as Linda’s thumbs circled her nipples and her tongue slipped and slid against her own. She arched against her wife, pressing her upper body as flush as she could against the blonde.
“You fucking know how good,” Linda purred against Brenda’s kiss-swollen lips. She lowered her mouth against Brenda’s neck, eliciting whimpers as she worked her tongue and lips against the straining muscle. She angled a thigh between her wife’s spread legs and pressed against Brenda’s heat.
“Fuuuuck,” Brenda hissed, her fingers dug into the tight material of Linda’s athleisure pants against her ass and she rolled her hips slow and hard against the sturdy thigh pressed against her heated cunt. “Couch? Bed?” she asked, panting as Linda started to suck on that spot just beneath her ear that always sent sparks straight to her clit.
“Right here,” Linda asserted. Her hands pulled away from Brenda’s tits to grasp her hips. “Turn around and bend over,” she instructed.
“Window’s open,” Brenda panted.
“And?” Linda challenged.
“Fuck, I love you,” she moaned. Brenda did as she was told, and felt Linda’s hands reach around to unzip and then tug her shorts and briefs down her hips and legs. She kicked the offending garments away and braced her hands on the sink. “Fucking exhibitionist,” she chuckled dirtily as she felt the blonde’s hands sweeping across her lower half.
Linda’s mouth was at her neck again, one hand reached around to reacquaint itself with her breast from under her shirt and bra. The other was tickling the skin of her inner thigh. Brenda pressed her bare ass against the blonde and groaned as the delightful warmth from her growing arousal swept through her.
“Maybe I just like showing off how hot my wife is.” she licked the words against Brenda’s jaw. While their kitchen window provided a view into their backyard, the fence and landscaping did most of the work of providing them with cover. Still, there was a lingering chance of their getting caught that thrilled the pair of them deliciously.
Brenda gasped as Linda’s mouth worked its way down her neck to settle against her shoulder. Linda’s hand became firmer against the brunette’s thigh, travelling up the soft, thick curls of her sex. Brenda widened her stance and sighed as Linda’s hand cupped her moistening cunt.
Linda slipped two fingers between her wife’s lower lips to play in the wetness, “you feel so good,” she cooed.
“Fuck, so do you,” Brenda groaned as she rotated her hips against Linda’s gentle exploration. One hand left its place on the sink to reach back and squeeze a hip. She leaned her head back against Linda’s shoulder, exposing her neck and sighing blissfully as the blonde’s hands roamed the expanse of her body, plucking from her flesh, increasing tendrils of pleasure.
Two of Linda’s fingers circled her slick pearl, painting it with abundant wetness. “Fuck Brenda, you’re always so wet for me,” she kissed against Brenda’s neck. Her fingers lowered, sinking into her silky heat.
“Oooh!” Brenda hissed against the welcome penetration. Her hips rolled against Linda’s slow, deep fuck, Linda’s other arm came around her middle, securing her as they squirmmed against one another in broad daylight, in their kitchen. “Gimmie another,” Brenda begged, and she whimpered as Linda obliged, slipping a third finger into her on the next thrust.
Linda ignored the strain in her wrist and forearm as she fucked and curled her fingers inside of Brenda at this odd angle. She focused instead on the silky wetness pouring from her wife, the breathy moans that filled their sunny kitchen, the heat of Brenda’s skin against her hand and mouth, the deepening pull of her inner walls with each thrust, and the way that her clit twitched against the crush of Linda’s palm against the hard nub.
She nuzzled the back of Brenda’s jaw, teeth kissing the prominent birthmark on her cheek there, “you’re getting close, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Y-yeah,” Brenda groaned.
“Come for me,” Linda whispered against the flushed skin of Brenda’s neck.
“Fuck, fuuuuuccc..,” Brenda whined as her hips worked against the blonde’s thrusts. She could feel the beginnings of an incredible wave of pleasure curling low in her belly. “So close,” she whimpered.
Knowing exactly what she needed to push her into that sweet release, the arm wrapped around Brenda’s waist loosened so that Linda’s hand could travel up to cup and squeeze a heavy breast. Linda’s mouth wrapped around a fleshy earlobe, and she sunk into the delectable morsel of flesh. Brenda’s eyes flew open and a deep groan was ripped from her sensuous mouth as her cunt began to contract around the blonde’s fingers. She slumped forward, hips jerking and stuttering as Linda fucked every last drop of pleasure out of her. Brenda’s sweaty palms splayed across the cool granite of the countertop, her head was bowed as she took in heaving gulps of air. Linda gently extracted her fingers and wrapped her arms around her wife, her lips danced across broad tank-clad shoulders and she listened, rather smugly, as Brenda tried to regain control over her breathing.
On shaking legs, Brenda drew herself up to her full height and turned around in Linda’s arms. Broad hands cupped the smirking face of her spouse and brought their foreheads together. “Remind me,” she panted through a face-splitting grin, “to do the yard work more often.”
Linda yelped against pouty lips as Brenda’s hands came down to smack her ass. “Yes, darling,” she purred before losing herself in a tender kiss.