What she always wants him for...

When he got there, Keith saw Ginny shucking her hastily donned snow suit, standing in the pale light of one of the lanterns they had found in the cabin. Her side was turned just so the light made her skin appear to have a golden glow as she pushed her snow pants down her legs and then stood up slowly, her fingers dragging up each leg. Keith's eyes stayed riveted and his cock returned to its preferred state of rock hardness. She slowly turned and ran her coat zipper down, her thighs spreading, showing her partner the glistening dew of her opening flower. As his gaze shifted upwards, watching the coat fall away from her naked torso as the zipper exposed more and more of her flesh and burgeoned out around her perfectly shaped tits capped by her pale pink nipples. In this light, the dusty rose color almost blended in with her alabaster skin and Keith felt his tongue wet his lips as he subconsciously started stripping.

"Going to finish what we started?" Keith said, his hands seeming to guide themselves to the zippers on his survival gear.

"We'd better soon or I'm going to burst. Seeing that Julia girl minxing around here naked has got me all hot, especially knowing she's just putting on a show for my husband," Virginia said quietly. As Keith's pants slid down to the floor, joining his boots, gloves, and coat, Ginny closed the distance between them and wrapped her body around her husbands, trapping his manhood against her belly, his boiling balls resting against the top of her trim little bush, the thick and still glistening head snuggled up to the base of her rib cage. Keith felt the tips of her nipples like hot little pokers trying to brand his skin as her tits crushed into his body. In a well practiced motion, he grabbed two handfuls of tight and toned ass cheek and lifted her off her feet, her body dragging against his and the little tuft of muff sliding up his shaft. As the top her slit hit his meat, Keith felt his dick throb in response to the heat radiating from the tight pink meat and he felt more than the heat; he felt that she was absolutely dripping wet.

By the time his powerful arms had slid Ginny to the top of his meat and his head was stroking down her volcanic tsunami of a pussy, they heard a loud clanging bang come from the other room and Matt's voice yelling for them. With a sigh, Keith flexed his kegels, making the tip of his dick dance across his wife's slit and then set her back down on the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he whispered as he thought about whatever he could to get his dick down and quickly pulled his clothes on. Ginny smiled lustily back at him and started stepping into her boots.

"I fucking hope so, I'm so horny right now I could fuck anyone or anything, but I'd prefer it to be you," she whispered. Keith's head cocked at the word "prefer" and he got all kinds of crazy images in his mind; most of them dealt with a three way finger and tongue fest between the redhead and the native girl.

There was no way he was hiding the iron in his pants as he walked out of the back store room.