Was a nice evening here last night in Flyover Country. Wife and I enjoyed an adult beverage on the back porch while listening to the birds and gazing at the flowers in our garden. For whatever reason, she got up out of her chair, came over to me, and kissed me on the lips while I was still seated in a chair. I lifted her blouse and told her that I wanted to kiss her nipple. "I'm sweaty. You don't want that", she insisted. "It will be a margarita kiss", I insisted. So, I pulled down her bra and kissed and lightly sucked on her right nipple. I'd hoped that would lead to some outdoor sex but, no, that was it.
Damnit.