"Come with me!” Not a request, nor a question. She was tugging at my arm as soon as I walked through the door.

There was no, ‘Hello, how was your day,’ no, ‘What shall we have for dinner.’ I had half-guessed this would happen as I came through the valley. It had been a blistering hot day, following a week of rain. In other words, your typical British summer. The Sun had set and yet the temperature reading in my car was still twenty-six degrees (Celsius, nearly seventy-nine Fahrenheit).

I just about had the time to put my bag down and close the door behind me, as I was dragged back to my car. I couldn’t help grinning like the cat who was about to get the cream.

“Not a word, just drive!”

My dear wife, beautiful to me in every way. We had an outstanding sex life, but days like this put it into the shade. There is something about the summer, whether it be rainy days or sunny ones, that seemed to drive most peoples’ libidos up. This was the same with us, however, my wife had a little bit of unusual quirk. It was due to this, that we were now headed out to a parking spot we knew, that overlooked the valley.

I pulled into one of the empty spaces. We were the only people that had driven there.

“Come!”

As I got out, I locked the doors and turned to her and started chuckling. Picture yourself many years ago, when you were a child desperate for the toilet, hopping from one foot to the other. You have an idea of what my wife looked like. She could barely contain herself. Her excitement was almost becoming a physical manifestation outside her body.

“Actually, there’s something I wanted to see on TV,” I opened my eyes wide as I ran past her, heading to the side of the hill.

“I love you, so much that when I kill you for mentioning TV, it will be by fucking you to death.”

I turned and my wife was undoing the buttons on her sundress as she walked to me. I quickly shed my clothes; I knew there was no room for preamble when this mood took her. As the dress fell from her shoulders, I was reminded of another reason I loved her. It doesn’t matter what she looked like, or how big her tits were, the colour of her eyes or hair, only that she was perfect for me. At this point, picture your perfect partner, dropping the last of their clothes and closing the final few feet to you naked. She had obviously prepared by removing her underwear at home.

It really did help that we were both exhibitionists because her quirk did require us to be outside. Any other day, we would not have been overly concerned with being naked here, as you could not see much from the road. Due to the specifics of this kink of hers; it was rare that we saw other people on foot, where ever this mood took her. She took my hands and looked into my eyes, pleading to help her again. I bent and kissed her. Our lips touching and parting; tongues moving around, fighting to get past the other.

I broke our kiss and we walked hand in hand to the edge of the hill. Whenever there was a hot day after some rain, fog would settle over this valley. It was a bit spooky when you drove through. Sometimes it would be at the top and other times at the bottom, but it could settle anywhere. You could enter the valley, go through the fog going downhill and drive across the bottom with a clear view; only to ascend the other side through the same bank.

We could tell cars were passing on the road, a couple of dozen yards away, by their headlights shining through the fog. Probably, most drivers were too intent on the road and the changing conditions. Even on a clear night, they probably would not notice the two thirty-somethings; walking down the hill hand in hand with not a stitch on. She was skipping alongside me until we reached the edge of the fog and then she stopped dead. Closing her eyes as we both shivered. My shivers came from my feet being wrapped in the cool damp air; hers were a combination of this and the first release of her anticipation.

It was always the same, like a tiny orgasm rattling through her from head to toe as soon as her bare flesh touched the fog for the first time. It was almost as if this was her offering to Boreas, the Greek god of mist and fog, to thank him. Then, to ensure I was ready, she dropped to her knees which caused her to shudder again. She ran her hands up the back of my legs, leaning toward me as she pulled me to her. She kissed my pubic mound and then licked along the length of my cock. At the end, she wrapped her lips around it and pushed forward. Taking my full flaccid length was easy for her. I could feel myself growing in her mouth and knew she could feel it, as the smile spread to her eyes. Without taking my cock out, she had this trick where she made it feel like she was spiralling her tongue back and forth, around and around.

I sometimes wondered if she had been a professional in a former life. Just as my knees were starting to wobble, I put my hands on the back of her head. She countered by cupping my balls, stopping all action in her mouth and looking me in the eye. Her look told me that the next action had better be letting go of her head. I let go and she pulled back, grinning.

After another kiss, she took hold of my cock and tugged me forward. We descended until we were completely engulfed by the fog. I took her wrist and stopped her; stepping in behind and encircling her with my arms. I could feel her shaking in my arms and feel goosebumps beneath my hands as I stroked her arms and belly. I kissed her neck causing a moan to escape her lips.

As I ran my fingers over her skin, I could feel the moisture collecting on it. I knew if I felt between her legs there would be more than a little moisture gathering there. When she first told me of this quirk of hers, she had said it was the combination of the water and the chill on what were usually warm nights that seemed to do it. In my head I had worked it out that her brain could not separate the mixture of signals; hot and cold, wet and dry. It didn't really matter, I enjoyed the effects and we always went together, so there was never a question about her safety.

“Fuck me!” she demanded.

“No,” I whispered, kissing her ear.

“Please,” her plea was a whimper.

She leant her head back, putting an arm back around my neck. I drew my hands up her sides, bringing them to the front to cup her tits. I ran my fingers over her nipples, before twisting my hands back and gripping them between a thumb and forefinger. I started to pull forward. She moaned louder, the more I pulled. Eventually, she had to let go of my neck and as I kept pulling, I leant over the back of her, causing her to bend over. She was torn between the sensation in her nipples and the want to bend and offer herself to me.

I let go of her tits and put a hand on her back, mirroring it with the other on her front. I pulled them back toward me. She adjusted her stance allowing me full access to her. The hand on her front went over her mound and the one at the back turned and went between her cheeks. Over her arse and touching the back of her vulva at the same time my other hand touched the front. Her legs could take no more and she dropped onto all fours. If anyone had been in the car park, they would have heard her whimpers and moans now.

I took up my position again, kissing the middle of her back. Gently stroking her clit as I pushed two fingers into her. I was right, she was soaking, inside and out. Her back arched as she pushed her hips back onto my fingers.

“Oh, my fucking god!” she cried out.

She pushed her face into the grass to try and stifle herself. I could feel her shaking and her pussy tighten around my fingers. As she slowed down, I pulled my fingers out and took hold of my cock. I started to rub it up and down her lips.

“Me or god?”

“Huh?”

“Who do you want fucking you?”

“You!”

I pushed into her without hesitation. I started moving back and forth, in and out, building her next orgasm. I could feel her pulsing around me, drawing close once again. As her next orgasm washed over her, she pushed back onto me. I stopped my movements, holding her hips to make sure she knew I was there and keeping her safe.

As she came down, I set about employing my next trick. I pulled out and patted her bum. She looked back at me and started to grin. As I lay down on my back, she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed my cock and was positioning it and herself as she swung her leg over me. I could see the steam rising off of my arms and chest. The heat we had built up was creating our own personal fog. The effect on her raised her already high arousal. At this moment a car went past with full headlights on. The lights lit up the fog behind her and with the steam rising from her shoulders it was like a flaming angel was sat astride me.

As she lowered herself, I could see her biting her lip and as our groins touched, she threw her head back calling out once again. I wasn’t surprised at her reaction to the mist rising from me. However, this was my time, I gave her no respite and holding her hips, started driving upwards. She collapsed on my chest and I held her tightly and kept my hips moving. Her panting and swearing were getting louder. I was breathing hard, the pair of us adding to the fog surrounding us.

Finally, I grasped her cheeks, opening her to the world. This was the final barrier. She told me the feel of the cool moist air over her arse let her know every part of her had been touched by the fog. I drove into her hard as I started to cum. With each shot I drove in again, triggering a final climax in her.

While my wife’s Nebulophilia might take her to unimagined heights of arousal, once we were finished it got cold very quickly. As usual, she was in a bit of a daze as we parted, so I ran ahead. Grabbing our clothes and continuing to the car. Quickly, I put on my trousers and got the blanket out of the back. I was not allowed the time to get the blanket before. To delay longer then, would have been a risk to my health. I wrapped her in the blanket and guided her back to the car.

Next thing was a nice hot shower. Yin and yang, heads and tails, whatever you want to call it, it was great to stand under the hot water with her. It was a counterpoint to what we had just done. The other benefit was the steam from the water triggered a psychosomatic response in my wife. It was never as powerful as when we were in a fog bank, but I would take any benefit I could.

What happened in the shower and the story of how we discovered my wife's fetish are tales for another day.

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