I ate my wife out in a canoe under the stars.

Drops of water fell off the paddle as I lay it across the gunnels, ripples moves across the water. The stars and moon reflected iff the calm lake. It was dark but warm, the sounds of cicadas filled the air.

She sat at the front of the canoe, backwards facing me. She lay back, resting against the bow of the boat. Lifting her legs, she placed them over each gunnel, her feet slipping into the water.

With a mischievous smile, she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, revealing her pussy, a tuft of hair visual on her pubic bone.

“Come eat me” she said softly, but firmly. Pulling iff my t-shirt I gripped the gunnels and moved somet toward her.

Settling on my knees in the middle of the boat, I gripped her outer thighs. I could smell her excitement before my tongue lapped at her. She was wet, and ready. She moaned as I ran my tongue up her slit and over her clit.

“Harder” she demanded.

Laying my tongue flat I pushed against her and felt her push back. Grinding my tongue against her clit, her hands ran through my hair, gripping my hair and pulling me tighter.

I pushed my tongue into her hole. She groaned and pulled me back up to her clit.

“Faster”

My tongue moved up and down, hard and fast. I could feel her nectar covering my chin and dripping down my neck.

She growled and came, the boat shifting slightly her hands pulling my hair into her. Her body shook and she moaned as I teased out the last of her irgasm.

Gently licking her juices from her thighs and asshole..

“Let’s go back to the tent”

I turned myself around and climbed back to the stern. Picking up my paddle, my cock hard in anticipation.