After our shower, we put on our clothes and get ready to head out.

"Hey, I am going to call Shelby for a quick check on the kids," Kira says, picking up her phone.

I walk out of the bedroom and hear her happily chatting on the phone. Then, she walks into the living room holding out her phone, "Shelby wants to talk to you."

I wave my hands signaling no in the air, but she thrusts the phone at me smiling.

Sigh. "Hey, sis."

"Okay. Listen up. Kids are great and Kira sounds happy, so whatever you are doing, keep it up, and Shawn ... do not fuck up!" spats the redhead on the other end of the phone.

"Have you ever thought about being a motivational speaker? Well ... don't," I say hanging up on her. 

Deep breath. "Ready to go, baby?" I ask while handing her phone back to her.

"So ... where to?" she says, with excitement in her voice.

"Fishing."

"Fishing? Really? Oh Shawn, seriously you are taking me fishing? You know I talked about trying fishing lots of times."

"I remember. And I found a great little stream just down the road." Applause, please. I am rocking these adventures.

On the car ride, Kira excitedly talks about how far she thinks she can cast, and how many fish she thinks she will catch. This is our most enjoyable car ride on the trip. We laugh together, tease each other, hold hands, and really enjoy each other's company.

I stop the car and gather the fishing supplies hidden in the trunk, a blanket to sit on, and another bag with a surprise in it. I'm not telling you what's in the bag, so don't ask.

She takes the blanket from me to carry and we head downstream to find our perfect secluded fishing spot. I want to make sure we have plenty of privacy.

I point her to a nice, flat clearing on the edge of the stream. She spreads the blanket as I get the poles baited with lures. She picks up the lures wiggling them around commenting on how cute they are. Women! I hand her the pole and move in behind her to direct her movements for a proper cast. Her first try lands her lure about two feet from us. But, her second cast is pretty good for a beginner. She is ecstatic and I appropriately applaud her. I love seeing this playful side of my wife. She is touching me quite a bit and more relaxed than I have seen her in a long time. The air is lighter between us.

We enjoy the next hour of fishing. She is an impatient fisherman and constantly reels in her bait and recasts if she doesn't get a bite within a few minutes of casting. I try to explain the art of patience, but finally, give up. All that really matters is we are having fun together.

She casts one more time then plants her pole in the soft ground beside our blanket.

"I am going to rest a bit and see if I get a bite," she says. 

I sit beside her, putting my arm around her, drawing her in close. She turns her head to me, initiating kissing. I gently cup her face, and enjoy our sensual lip dance. Our kissing is still slow and gentle, not what I would call passionate, but not without feeling either. 

She pulls back from our kiss and lays her head on my shoulder as she stares out across the water, obviously in deep thought. This could be a good thing or a bad thing. Finally, she breaks the silence.

"Babe, could we talk about something?" she says somewhat timidly.

"Of course. You can talk to me about anything."

"Do you remember I used to get really excited horseback riding?" she glances up at me with troubled eyes.

"Of course, I remember, baby. How could I forget that one ride where you jumped me behind a tree," I say laughing.

She pokes me in the stomach and continues, "I know. That was crazy. I did kind of jump you, didn't I?"

"Yes. And I loved it."

"Well, I am worried I didn't feel anything when we rode yesterday. I mean nothing. I am worried I can't get excited anymore," she whispers.

"I think you are putting too much pressure on yourself again and thinking too much. Just because you haven't felt like sex, doesn't mean you can't get excited or aroused, when stimulated."

We sit in silence as I wrestle with an idea. Fuck it, just do it.

"I bought a little something to try and think this might be a good time to try it. Will you trust me, baby?"

"Ummmmm, I guess so. What are you talking about?" she asks looking a bit nervous.

"Please, take your jeans off, and lay back against my chest inside my legs."

"What? What for? Out here?" she says abruptly sitting straight up.

"No one is around. I can cover you with a blanket if someone comes. Just trust me. I will stop anytime you tell me. I am not trying to have sex with you, I just want to try something. Please."

She bites her pouty lower lip, and slowly slides her jeans off, placing them on the blanket beside her. I help her maneuver between my legs, leaning her back against me.

"Now, place your feet on the ground with knees up," I instruct.

She eyes me curiously but obeys.

"Now trust me. Close your eyes. No matter what you feel, keep your eyes closed, listening to the wind rustling the leaves in the trees. Hear the water rushing in the stream."

When I see her close her eyes, I reach over to my bag and pull out the surprise. I reach one hand around her left side and pull her panties over to one side, exposing her sweetness between her legs. My other hand moves my surprise in front of her clit. I press it against her clit while turning it on.

"Whoa!" she exclaims at the first sensation, closing her legs tightly.

"Just relax, baby. Close your eyes and focus."

I put the wand back in place and go to work on her clit. She immediately reacts, sucking in her breath, and slamming her body back against mine. I see her hands grip her thighs until her knuckles turn white.

"Oh God, baby. Don't stop!" she gasps.

I turn it off.

"What? Babe, no, put it back," she pleads.

I play dumb saying, "But you told me to stop."

"No. Don't stop!"

"I know. Don't. Stop. So, I stopped."

"No! Put the fucking words together and put that thing back where it was!" she frantically cries out.

I have had my fun and press it back on her aching clit. She grows wild, tapping her toes, thrusting her hips. I can tell when my wife is about to come, and she is about to come within just a few minutes of stimulation. Holding the wand steady, I wrap my other arm around her tummy holding her in place. She cums. Screams out into the forest. Scares the fish for sure. I pull the wand away after she settles down and she slumps back against my body. I lean down kissing her sweaty cheek.

"Oh God, Shawn. What was that? Oh my goodness, I loved that," she says still moving her hips with the aftershocks.

"You are right. I don't think you can get excited anymore. I will return this useless toy I bought," I say teasing, kissing her neck.

"Shut up."

She reaches out and takes my little pleasure tool from my hand. She turns it over and curiously tries out the different settings against the palm of her hand. 

"It seems you like our new friend," I say hugging her tightly.

"Yes, I do. I have never used one before. Oh my goodness. I can't believe how fast I came. I don't even know what to say, baby." Her breathing is still ragged, as she snuggles back against me turning her head seeking a kiss.

Kissing her lips, I pull her down beside me on the blanket. I pry my lips from hers and prop up on an elbow to study my gorgeous wife, basking in the glory of her orgasm. She looks so satisfied, fully satiated. I can tell she is thinking again though. Her hand slips down to my button on my jeans and her eyebrows raise, asking me a silent question. Hmmmmm. My instinct tells me to stop her. I pull her hand back and hold it.

"Don't you want me to?" she whispers.

"I want you to if you want to. Please don't ever do it because you feel obligated. I couldn't take that, Kira. Let's just wait right now."

"But...,"

I put my fingers to her lips to shush her. 

I pull her towards me and we make out like teenagers. Slow kisses, then open mouths with tongues roaming. I kiss her neck, her sensitive ears, while she makes those erotic noises I love to hear. We snuggle in closely with one another. This is one of the best days we have had in a long time. I love her so much. I feel her love for me. This is the way it should always feel. Her body is responding to my touches, my kisses. She is reawakening. Intimacy is returning.

After some time, she puts her jeans back on and we pack up. We walk back to the car with me holding onto the best catch of the day. We are quiet on the car ride back, both deep in thought. I am thinking about how everything has changed over the years, but we are finding our way back together. I hope she is thinking pleasant thoughts as well.

We return to the tree house and sit in the rockers on the porch. The sky is growing dark and night noises begin in the trees. I hold her hand as we rock. She caresses my hand with her thumb, occasionally glancing over at me. I warmly smile back at her. God, I love this woman.

"Kira," I begin. "I think we just need to realize our lives are different now, so sex will be different too. Like today, you came in under two minutes, and loved it, right?"

"I did love it," she giggles, squeezing my hand.

I smile, "Yes, you did. And I loved watching you. We just need to find our intimacy when we can and it doesn't have to always be fucking. If you are tired, or I am tired, or we just don't have time, it's okay. We just need to keep kissing, touching, and I think the sex will work out. We should have known it would change once our lives got busier and the kids came along. Do you agree?"

"I think so," she says.

"I don't want you doing anything you don't want to do. We just need to communicate better about our feelings and leave anger, and egos out. I want to feel safe telling you if I want to make love to you. And I want you to feel safe telling me you don't feel up to it. But, we need to do something to keep our intimacy in these moments." I glance over looking for a response.

"Yes. And I have enjoyed what we have been doing ... really enjoyed it again. I am so sorry, Shawn. I know I have hurt you by not having sex with you. I am very sorry I hurt you."

"I know, baby. It will be okay. It will. I showed you this afternoon, you can opt for a quicker release. And you know I can cum within a few minutes as well. I hope we can still work in the longer lovemaking sessions, but it doesn't have to be all or nothing anymore."

Then, she surprises me. She moves off her rocker and kneels before me, places her hands on the buttons on my pants. I start to talk and she puts her fingers to my lips.

"Just close your eyes, Shawn," she whispers.

This time, I don't stop her. I can't stop her. I take a mental picture of my wife at this moment and close my eyes. She opens my pants and takes my cock out, softly stroking me. I am about to cum already. God, her fingers feel like Heaven. Then, I feel it, her perfect little mouth on my cock. I can't stifle my groans as she works my cock with her warm mouth and tongue. I am somewhat embarrassed to tell you this goes on for about a minute before I pull out and shoot my cum all over the porch. Just call me the minuteman. Her head leans against my leg, cupping my loosening balls, as I recover. Fuck! That felt amazing!

Not bothering to button my pants, I reach down, scoop up my adorable wife, and carry her to the bedroom.

to be continued ...