A Clearing at Dusk: Rekindling a Marriage
The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over Emma’s Oxfordshire cottage as Derreck’s car pulled into the driveway. Emma stood at the kitchen window, her body still tingling from her morning with Richard, her pussy sore but sated in the best way, the memory of his thick cock and their passionate fucking in his workshop lingering in her mind. She still wore the pale blue summer dress with tiny white daisies, the same one she’d worn for her first encounter with Richard, her body bare beneath it, the fabric clinging to her skin, a reminder of the freedom she’d felt with him.
But now, as Derreck stepped through the door, his familiar smile lighting up his face, Emma felt a new determination settle over her. Her marriage to Derreck was loving, a partnership built on trust and companionship, but their sex life had always been lacking, a fact that had driven her into Richard’s arms. Derreck’s acceptance of her dalliances had given her the freedom to explore her desires, but she didn’t want to rely on others to fulfill her needs forever. She wanted to awaken their sex life, to teach Derreck how to please her, to build a deeper intimacy between them. The morning’s quick, unsatisfying sex had only solidified her resolve, and she was ready to take the first step.
“Evening, love,” Derreck said, setting his bag down and pulling her into a hug, his arms warm and familiar around her. He was in his mid-forties, average height with a solid build, his dark hair flecked with gray, his brown eyes soft with affection. “How was your day?”
Emma smiled, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him, her hazel eyes bright with intent. “It was good,” she said, her voice light but laced with meaning. “But I was thinking, how about a walk after dinner? Just the two of us. It’s a beautiful evening.”
Derreck raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “A walk, huh? Sounds nice. Let me change, and I’ll help with dinner.”
They moved through the evening with a comfortable ease, preparing a simple meal of grilled chicken and salad, their conversation flowing as they ate at the small kitchen table. Emma steered the discussion toward their shared memories, reminiscing about the early days of their marriage, the trips they’d taken, the dreams they’d had. Derreck opened up about his day at work, his voice animated as he described a new project, and Emma listened, her heart swelling with affection for the man she’d chosen to spend her life with. The conversation was lovely, a reminder of the bond they shared, and it set the tone for what she hoped would be a transformative evening.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, they set out for their walk, hand in hand, the warm August air wrapping around them like a soft embrace. Emma led the way, her bare feet slipping into sandals, her dress swishing around her knees, the lack of underwear making her feel bold and free. Derreck wore a light shirt and trousers, his hand warm in hers as they walked through the village and toward the woods where she and Richard had seen the herd of Roe deer just a week ago. The memory of that dawn, the deer, and Richard’s cock inside her, sent a shiver through her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the man beside her, the man she wanted to reconnect with.
They reached the clearing just as the light began to fade, the sky a deep indigo streaked with the last traces of sunset, the air heavy with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. The clearing was as beautiful as Emma remembered, the grass shimmering with the first hints of evening dew, the surrounding trees casting long shadows in the fading light. They crouched behind the same cluster of ferns where Emma and Richard had hidden, their movements quiet to avoid startling any wildlife, and waited, their eyes scanning the clearing for the herd of Roe deer they’d come to see.
The deer appeared just as they had before, emerging from the trees on the far side of the clearing, their slender forms moving with a quiet grace that took Emma’s breath away. It was the same small herd, eleven Roe deer of different ages, heading in the same direction as they had a week ago, their movements calm and deliberate as they grazed and explored the clearing. Emma squeezed Derreck’s hand, her voice a soft whisper. “There they are,” she said, her eyes bright with wonder, and Derreck nodded, his own expression filled with awe as he watched the deer, his hand tightening in hers.
The herd consisted of three adult does, their reddish-brown coats glowing in the dusk, their movements methodical as they nibbled at the grass, their large, dark eyes scanning the clearing for any sign of danger. Two adult bucks followed, their antlers small but elegant, covered in velvet, a sign of the late summer season, their steps confident as they moved through the grass, occasionally lifting their heads to sniff the air. Four yearlings, their coats a slightly lighter shade, stayed close to the does, their movements playful, darting between the adults in short bursts of energy, their hooves barely making a sound on the soft grass. Two fawns, born earlier in the summer, trailed behind, their spotted coats blending with the dappled light, their small ears flicking as they took tentative steps, their curiosity evident in their wide, innocent eyes.
Emma and Derreck watched in silence, their wonder growing with each passing minute, the deer’s behavior a perfect blend of caution and curiosity. The does grazed with a steady rhythm, their teeth tearing at the grass with a soft, rustling sound, their tails flicking to ward off the occasional fly. The bucks were more alert, one of them pausing to rub his antlers against a small sapling, the faint scraping sound echoing in the still air, marking his territory with a quiet confidence. The yearlings bounded playfully, chasing each other in short bursts, one of them leaping over a patch of wildflowers, its hooves kicking up tiny droplets of dew that sparkled in the fading light. The fawns grew bolder, venturing a few steps away from their mothers, their small noses twitching as they sniffed the air, their small bodies trembling with the excitement of the evening.
As they watched, Derreck’s hand tightened in hers, his voice soft but tinged with vulnerability. “Emma,” he began, his tone hesitant, “do you feel like I’m enough for you? I know this morning wasn’t good, I came too quickly, and I could tell you weren’t satisfied. I just… I don’t want you to feel like you’re missing something.”
Emma turned to him, her heart aching at the uncertainty in his voice, and she squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his with a fierce honesty. “Derreck,” she said, her voice firm but gentle, “you are enough for me. I love you, and I want us to be better together. This morning wasn’t about you not being enough, it’s about us needing to take the time to learn each other’s bodies, to understand what we need. I want you to please me, and I want to show you how. You just need to let things last longer, to explore me without rushing.”
She paused, her gaze softening as she continued, her words direct but kind. “I enjoy sex, Derreck, but sometimes it feels like you treat it as something dirty, like you’re using me and don’t want to debase me by taking too long. I don’t feel that way, I want you to take your time, to worship my body, to let us both enjoy it fully. It’s not about abusing me, it’s about connecting with me.”
Derreck’s eyes widened, a mix of relief and nervousness flickering across his face, and he nodded, his hand trembling slightly in hers. “I want that too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to make you feel good, Emma. Show me how.”
The deer moved off, their forms disappearing into the trees, their departure as graceful as their arrival, and Emma turned to Derreck, her confidence a stark contrast to his nervousness. She stood, pulling him to his feet, and began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her naked in the fading light, her small breasts and neat pussy exposed to the warm evening air. Derreck hesitated, his hands fumbling as he followed her lead, pulling off his shirt and trousers, his body bare beside hers, his cock already stirring with arousal but his movements betraying his uncertainty.
Emma stepped closer, her hands guiding his to her body, her voice soft but direct as she began to teach him. “I want to show you how to touch me,” she said, her fingers sliding down to her pussy, parting her lips to reveal her clit, already swollen with arousal. “Start here, with my clit. Use your fingers like this, light, circular motions, not too hard.” She demonstrated, her fingers moving in slow circles, her breath hitching as the pleasure began to build, her eyes locked on his to ensure he was watching.
Derreck nodded, his fingers replacing hers, his touch tentative at first but growing more confident as she guided him. “Like this?” he asked, his voice a mix of nervousness and determination, and Emma moaned softly, her hips shifting to meet his touch.
“Yes, just like that,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “Now, I want you to use your fingers inside me. Slide two fingers in here.” She guided his hand, positioning his fingers at her entrance, her pussy already wet with arousal. “Go slow at first, then curl them upward, toward my belly. You’re looking for a spot that feels a little rougher, a little different. That’s my G-spot.”
Derreck followed her instructions, his fingers sliding into her with a slow, careful motion, her pussy clenching around him as he moved. Emma moaned, her hand resting on his wrist as she guided him, her voice direct and clear. “There, right there! You feel that? Now press against it, not too hard, just a steady pressure. And move your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, like you’re beckoning someone. Keep the pressure consistent, and don’t stop.”
Derreck’s fingers curled, pressing against her G-spot with a steady pressure, his movements slow and deliberate as he followed her instructions, the motion sending sparks of pleasure through her. Emma’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his hand, the sensation building in waves as he found the rhythm she needed. “Yes, Derreck, that’s perfect,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Keep going, just like that.”
She let him work her G-spot for a moment, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, before she spoke again, her voice a mix of need and encouragement. “Now, I want you to use your tongue on my clit at the same time. Lick me here,” she pointed to her clit, her fingers brushing it lightly “in slow circles, like you did with your fingers. Don’t be afraid to get messy, just keep the pressure light and steady.”
Derreck hesitated, his nervousness evident in the way his hands trembled, but he leaned down, his breath hot against her pussy as he pressed his tongue to her clit. His first licks were clumsy, too fast and uneven, and Emma guided him with a gentle hand on his head, her voice patient but firm. “Slower, Derreck. Like this, circle it slowly, keep the pressure light. Don’t flick it too hard, just let your tongue glide over it, like you’re tasting me.”
He adjusted, his tongue slowing, the circles becoming more deliberate, and Emma moaned, her hips bucking against his face as the pleasure intensified, the combination of his fingers on her G-spot and his tongue on her clit driving her closer to the edge. “Yes, that’s it,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need. “Don’t stop, Derreck, please don’t stop.”
Her orgasm built quickly, a deep, rolling wave that started in her core and spread outward, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came, her cries echoing through the clearing. The pleasure was strong, a release that left her trembling, her body shuddering against him as she rode out the waves, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him close. Derreck pulled back, his face flushed, his lips glistening with her juices, and Emma smiled, pulling him into a kiss, tasting herself on him as they shared the moment.
They took a break, lying together on the grass, their bodies pressed close, their hands caressing each other as they talked, their voices soft in the quiet evening. “That was amazing,” Derreck said, his voice filled with wonder, and Emma nodded, her hand stroking his chest, her touch tender and loving.
“You did so well,” she said, her voice warm with affection. “I just need you to take your time, to let us enjoy each other. It’s not about rushing, it’s about connecting.”
They lay there for a while, their caresses gentle, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm, the warmth of the August evening wrapping around them. But Emma wasn’t done teaching him, and as she felt his cock harden against her thigh, she guided him into her, rolling onto her side so they could spoon, her back pressed to his chest, his cock positioned at her entrance.
“Like this,” she said, her voice soft but direct, guiding his cock into her pussy with a slow, deliberate motion, the angle allowing him to fill her completely. “Move slowly at first, Derreck. Use your cock to stroke me here,” she guided his fingers to her G-spot, showing him the angle,“and let me use my fingers on my clit. I’m not degrading you or complaining by using my fingers, they’re here to worship your action, to make it even better for both of us.”
Derreck nodded, his breath catching as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, his cock stroking her just right, with each movement, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her. Emma’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucked her, the combination building her pleasure higher, her moans growing louder in the quiet clearing. She could hear his breath catch, a sign he was close, and she turned her head, her voice urgent. “Derreck, I can feel you’re close. Step back from release, try to last longer. I want to come with you.”
He heeded her words, slowing his thrusts, his breath ragged as he fought to hold back, his hands gripping her hips as he focused on her pleasure. Emma’s fingers moved faster, her pussy clenching around him as her first orgasm hit, a deep, rolling wave that made her cry out, her body trembling against him. She came again soon after, the pleasure building more slowly this time, a longer, gentler wave that left her gasping, her pussy pulsing around him as he continued to thrust, his control impressive as he held back his own release.
Finally, Derreck couldn’t hold back any longer, his thrusts growing erratic as he came, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, his body shuddering against hers. They rested again, their bodies still pressed close, their hands caressing each other as they caught their breath, the warmth of the evening air soothing their sweat-dampened skin. To Derreck’s surprise, he felt himself harden again, his cock stirring against her thigh, and Emma smiled, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her.
“Missionary this time,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, guiding his cock into her pussy as he settled between her legs, his body covering hers. The sex was good, not as great as it had been with Richard, but far better than their usual, Derreck’s thrusts deep and steady, his eyes locked on hers as they moved together, their connection deepening with every movement. Emma came again, a soft, gentle orgasm that left her smiling, her hands stroking his back as he followed, his second release filling her pussy as he groaned, his body trembling with the intensity of it.
They lay together in the grass, their bodies tangled, the stars beginning to appear in the indigo sky above them, the clearing quiet now that the deer had moved on. Emma felt a new hope blooming in her chest, a belief that she and Derreck could improve, that their sex life could become something more fulfilling. As they dressed, their movements slow and tender, she pondered finding some guidance for him online, perhaps articles or videos that could help him learn more about pleasing her, about taking his time, about connecting with her on a deeper level.
They walked home slowly, hand in hand, the warm August night wrapping around them, their conversation soft and filled with promise. Emma felt a sense of closure, a chapter in her life coming to an end, and as they walked, she discreetly pulled out her phone, sending a text to Richard: “Thanks, you were good for me.”
Richard’s reply came quickly, his words affirming her decision: “You too, Emma. Take care.” The brevity of the message, unlike his normal rhyming texts, was clear, he knew their sexual encounters were over, a mutual understanding that closed the chapter of their affair, leaving Emma free to focus on her marriage, on the man she loved.
As they reached the cottage, Derreck pulled her into a hug, his arms warm and familiar around her, and Emma smiled, her heart full of hope for the future, knowing that she and Derreck had taken the first step toward a deeper, more fulfilling connection, one that would grow with time and care.
OxonWoods Man 