Love a Duck

Up before dawn, put on warm clothes and wet weather jacket, pick up the shotgun. Stumble out of the house into the dark and walk across the unfamiliar fields to a spot that Pete had reconnoitred the day before and stated that it would be a good place to bag a few ducks. We settled in and waited for 2 hours but not a single bird came near us, let alone a duck. Just after dawn we walked around a bit and hid in some flax bushes and spotted a couple of Shags but no Ducks. I was disillusioned, had thought I would do the hunter/gatherer thing and bring home enough to feed my family for a week or two. There was not a duck in sight as we poured coffee from the flask and ate the biscuits Sue had made the night before. It started to drizzle. I thought about Sue, snuggled up warm in the bed, naked. I don't really like duck but this was a man thing to do, out before dawn with a mate, providing for my family, bonding with a fellow hunter. The drizzle turned to rain and started to drip down inside my collar, I hate being cold. Thought about Sue again, her soft curves and sweet smell, all warm and welcoming. I peered through the rain as Pete shuffled closer to me, "stay here for an hour, keep still and the ducks will come" he whispered. " I'm going to go over near the big pond and settle there for a while, if we don't get any by 7:30am well go back to the house. OK?' I nodded, a plan was better than no plan. Pete disappeared across the field while I pulled the coat over my head and squinted into the dark, listening for any duck noise. Trickle of rain somehow found its way inside my shirt, cold and wet, buggar, thought of Sue sleeping in the big bed, on her back as she did, firm, full warm breasts rising and falling, one leg cocked to the side. Stop thinking about I told myself, be a man and watch out for the ducks. I imaged sliding in beside her, leg over hers, hand stroking her thighs and then up over her nipples and back down again to cradle her arse, run my finger along between the cheeks and probe softly into the special places. Stuff the ducks I thought, I'm going back to the house and bed with Sue. Started to stand then quack, quack, so settled back down and waited for the ducks to come closer, the light was better and the rain stopped, 2 ducks flew overhead, pulled the trigger then aimed ahead of the second duck and pulled again, bang, pause, bang. Both ducks fell, whoopee, I ran forward and retrieved them then heard more, reloaded and waited, this is the life, hunting, love it. In an hour I had 8 more ducks, decided that was enough today so set off over to the big pond to see how Pete was doing. He was not there, I looked and called, no sign of him. Maybe he had given up and had headed home I thought so I walked back across the fields towards the house, thinking how Sue would reward me for my big he-man act of bringing home 9 ducks. I crept into the house, stripped off all my clothes and crept into the bedroom and into the bed, just as I had imagined it, I was hard, ready for action and snuggled up close to Sue, she pushed back into me and murmured "thought you had gone but Ohh, you're ready to do it again, OK Pete but make it quick Jack will be wondering where you are.