Cougars (32 page)

M
arshall was very excited as he and his wife, Stacy, entered the cab of the Skyride and watched as a male theme park employee closed the door and locked it from the outside.

“Make sure you keep your safety belts fastened. The Skyride is about five minutes long. The guy on the other side will let you out,” the employee informed them.

Once Marshall and Stacy were situated, the employee gave the ride operator the thumbs-up signal and the Skyride began to move forward. Marshall and Stacy were pulled along and gently hoisted high above the crowded park filled with meandering patrons who were in no hurry to get to any particular destination. They both glanced out of the window as the ride took them higher above the crowd.

“This is so wild, Marshall,” Stacy said, as she swept her hand up and down his chocolate thighs. Marshall was wearing a pair of tan Dockers with a matching short-sleeved shirt. His legs were sexy and muscular and Stacy loved stroking them, especially when she was on her knees circling her tongue around the head of his pride. “You're a state trooper and you're supposed to uphold the law, not break it.”

“This is the exception to that rule,” Marshall replied as he placed her cheeks in his hands and kissed her before she could respond.

“After all these years, your kisses are still so sweet.” Stacy looked at him as if she wanted to devour him. “How did you even come up with this crazy idea?” Stacy wanted to hear his explanation once again for what they were about to do.

“It came to me one day, while I was at work. I was thinking about you—actually I was daydreaming about you—and this fantasy came to me. Sometimes really freaky and kinky shit exposes itself in my mind.” Marshall smiled at her.

“You think I'm not going to do it, don't you?” Stacy asked, sensing that Marshall believed she wasn't as bold and as adventurous as he hoped she'd be.

“I didn't say that, but if you're not comfortable, I understand. I'll admit that this particular sexual desire of mine is rather wild and racy,” Marshall said, unashamedly.

“I've taken my panties off already and I want you to give me everything that I've got coming to me.” Stacy spread her legs open and unlatched her safety belt. “Get on your knees, baby, and do your thing.” Stacy wasn't about to deny the man she loved so much this particular sexual fantasy.

Marshall unbuckled his safety belt, repositioned himself, and got down on his knees before her. He guided her legs up on his shoulders and raised her white-and-yellow sundress higher so that he could get to her paradise.

“This is so wild, Marshall. If we get caught—” Stacy stopped talking the moment Marshall began placing sweet and delicious kisses on her thighs. “Oh, you are so wrong. You're not playing fair. Why are you doing this to me, baby?” she whispered. “You know how weak I get when you start kissing on me like this.”

“Close your eyes and go with the moment. We don't have very long,” Marshall uttered as he began sweeping his tongue around the border of her shrine of love.

Stacy obeyed her husband. She closed her eyes, surrendered to the moment, and spread her legs a little wider as the Skyride moved along. Marshall treasured her scent, her flavor and the way her body came alive when he touched her. He swept his tongue up and down the length of her goddess until her back arched with pleasure.

“Damn, you're making me too wet and lusty.” She cradled his head so that she could guide him to her most sensitive spot. Marshall moved his tongue counterclockwise around her love bead at a rhythmic pace, a signature move that he was confident would bring the prize of her sweet nectar.

“Ooo, that's my spot, baby. Damn.” Stacy became more vocal as she thrust forward. Marshall gently penetrated her with a finger. He'd found a sensitive wall inside of her and brushed against it.

“I love your long fingers, baby.” Stacy's legs began to tremble as some of her essence began to spill over. Marshall swallowed her spirit as he continued working toward bringing forth an orgasm.

“Oh, shit!” Stacy cried out. “You're going to make me cum, baby.”

“Umm-hmm,” Marshall muttered as Stacy's back arched and her thighs clapped against his cheeks.

“Oh, shit!” she hollered out repeatedly as Marshall feasted on the sweetness of her honey pot.

“Okay, stop,” Stacy begged Marshall but he refused to move. “You win, baby. Damn, you know my body so damn well.” She locked her legs at her ankles and tightened her thighs against Marshall's face. “If you don't stop, I will suffocate you,” she warned him.

“I might like that,” Marshall said the moment he came up for air.

“I don't believe that you have me with my ass all exposed in a damn Skyride in one of your freaky-ass fantasies.” Marshall smiled at her while taking a seat next to her.

“Now we're part of the Skyride club,” Marshall joked as he listened to the screams of thrill seekers being spun around on a nearby roller-coaster ride.

“I know that you don't think this shit is over. You're not about to get my ass all wet and not give me some dick,” Stacy said.

“We don't have to, babe. I just wanted to eat your pussy.” Marshall chuckled.

“That's not enough for me. You need to finish the damn job. I want to feel you inside of me right now. I want you to feel how warm and succulent my pussy is.” Stacy unbuckled Marshall's belt, unzipped his shorts and removed his pride.

“That's what I'm talking about. A big, thick-ass chocolate dick that's
standing at attention,” Stacy said as she stroked Marshall's manhood. She raised her dress above her hips, no longer caring if anyone in the cab in front or behind them saw what she was doing. She positioned herself above Marshall and turned her back to him. She lowered herself down and guided his shaft inside of her moist pussy.

“Ooo,” she cooed with sweet pain as she attempted to take all of him.

Marshall placed his hands beneath Stacy's ass and spread her cheeks a little wide so it was easier for him to get inside of her. He slapped her ass a few times. “Handle me. Ride it.” Stacy began riding his dick and the sight of his glistening dick bathing in the wetness of her pussy ignited his passion.

“I can feel you opening up for me,” he said as he flexed his ass muscles to extend himself and go deep inside of her. Can you feel me? Can you feel me hitting your walls?”

“Yes, baby,” Stacy cried out with sweet pleasure. Marshall smacked her ass a few more times.

“Ooo, I like it when you slap my ass!” Stacy said and began to ride him with more authority.

“That's it, baby. Pound me,” Marshall said, encouraging her to ride him even harder.

“Oh shit!” Stacy dug her fingernails deep into Marshall's thighs.

“Come on, I feel you. Give me my nut. Bust a nut for me, baby.” Marshall held onto her ass until he felt her thick honey oozing down on the head of his manhood. The orgasm consumed Stacy and made her tremble uncontrollably.

“That's what I'm talking about,” Marshall said as he took his focus off of her ass and placed it on their surroundings.

“Oh shit.” Marshall laughed. “The ride is almost over.” Stacy bounced a few more times on his dick before she got up and straightened out her clothing.

“This is far from over,” she said as Marshall hurriedly attempted to calm his pride down while fastening up his shorts.

“It's over for now,” Marshall continued to joke.

“You've gotten me all hot and didn't finish up. You just wait. I'm going to make your ass pay for this shit,” Stacy said.

“Now, don't write a check your ass can't cash because we can get in line again and take the ride back to the other side of the park,”
Marshall said as one of the employees opened the door to let them out of the cab. Stacy and Marshall stepped outside.

“That sounds like a plan to me,” said Stacy. Marshall could tell that she was all energized and on fire. “Come on, with your bad ass. Don't get scared now.” Marshall insisted that they take the ride once again.

“You know that Quentin, Dawn, Lena, and Kenny are waiting for us to get off this ride. Look, there they are over there waving at us,” Stacy pointed out. “Don't worry. I've got something for you later on.” Marshall and Stacy caught up with their other family members who were also at the theme park.

Marshall and Stacy's daughter, Lena, along with Marshall's brother, Quentin, his wife, Dawn, and their son, Kenny, were standing next to a musical double-decker carousel filled with children screaming out with laughter and joy.

“How was the ride?” Quentin asked.

“It was the best ride in the world,” Marshall boasted. Stacy playfully punched him for saying too much.

“It was a fun ride,” said Stacy.

“Good. We're trying to decide where we should eat,” Quentin said.

“Any place is fine with me. But, before we go, I'm going to run over there to the restroom,” Stacy said.

Marshall quickly trailed behind Stacy. “I need to do the same thing.”

When Marshall and Stacy returned, the discussion among the group had changed from where they should eat to what thrill ride they should visit next. Neither Marshall nor Stacy made any attempt to resolve the issue. Marshall discreetly slipped his arm around Stacy's waist and pulled her close to him. The moment he pushed up against her warm body, his manhood began to come alive. He craned his neck down and inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. He loved his wife and daughter. He loved their marriage and the life they'd built together. He and Stacy were married when they were both twenty-three. Now, fifteen years later, Marshall was just as openly affectionate and protective over her as he was when they first met.

“I can feel you,” Stacy whispered. “Would you calm down before you pop out of your shorts?” Stacy teased him.

“Okay, I'll stop being so bad,” Marshall said. He was about to release his embrace, but Stacy reached behind her and gave his manhood a good squeeze when no one was looking.

“I'll kill that later on,” she whispered to him before squeezing him one last time.

Marshall leaned closer to her and spoke purposely in her ear. “Baby, I can't wait that long.” Marshall's warm breath gave her goose bumps.

“I've told you to stop playing around,” Stacy scolded him.

“I think I should let you guys go ahead to ride the bumper cars and roller coasters,” Dawn said. “I don't want to stand in a long line for hours to get on a ride that's going to upset my stomach.”

“Now wait a minute,” Quentin openly disagreed with his wife. “We all came here together and we should all stick together. It doesn't make any sense for you to walk around by yourself.”

“Quentin, you and Kenny are going to want to hit the water rides and all of the other big rides, and I'm not getting on any of them. You know how roller coasters scare the hell out of me,” Dawn countered.

“That's the point, Dawn. That's why people ride them.” Quentin was clearly irritated with her.

“Why don't we vote on it?” Marshall stepped in and presented a solution to a problem, hoping to avoid watching Quentin and Dawn get into an argument that would spoil the spirits of everyone.

“Everyone who wants to stick together from this point on, raise your hand.” Everyone, with the exception of Dawn, raised a hand.

“It's settled then; we all stick together,” said Quentin as he re-adjusted his blue Chicago Cubs baseball cap.

Dawn huffed and Marshall noticed how Quentin shot warning daggers at her with his eyes. It was clear to Marshall that Quentin was in no mood to deal with Dawn or her attitude.

“Then where are we going to start?” Dawn asked, giving in to the will of the group.

“The bumper cars, Mom. Let's hit the bumper cars first. They are up there and to the left,” said Kenny, who was eager to drive.

“That's a great place to start,” said Quentin. “Let's go.”