The Lake House

The screen door slapped shut behind me, and I heard her laugh before I even turned around. Maya was standing on the dock, a glass of white wine in her hand, wearing nothing but a damp bikini that was doing absolutely nothing to hide her curves. Her husband, Tom, had gone into town for supplies, and she'd invited me over to "help with the boat."

The boat was fine. We both knew it.

"Took you long enough," she said, her eyes traveling down my body in a way that made my skin prickle. "Tom won't be back for hours. I figured we could... fix the engine."

I stepped closer, close enough to smell the lake water on her skin, the sunscreen, something floral underneath. "Engine sounds fine to me."

"Does it?" She set her wine glass down on the dock, and I watched her, the way her hips swayed as she walked past me toward the house. "Maybe you need a closer look."

The screen door banged again, and then we were inside, and her hands were on my chest, pushing me back against the wall. The kiss was hungry, desperate, like she'd been thinking about this as long as I had. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting of wine and something sweeter, and I grabbed her ass, pulling her hips against me so she could feel exactly how hard she'd made me.

"Jesus, Maya—"

"Shut up," she breathed against my lips. "Just shut up and touch me."

I didn't need to be told twice. My hands found the tie on her bikini top, and one tug sent the fabric falling away. Her tits spilled out, perfect and full, her nipples already hard. I dipped my head, taking one into my mouth, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

"God, yes... that's it..."

I sucked harder, rolling my tongue over the sensitive tip, and she arched her back, pressing herself deeper. Her hands moved to my shirt, fumbling with the buttons, and I laughed against her skin.

"Need help?"

"Shut up and take it off."

I pulled away just long enough to yank the shirt over my head. She grabbed my belt, undoing it with practiced efficiency, and then her hand was inside my jeans, wrapping around my cock. I hissed through my teeth at the contact, already slick with pre-cum.

"Fuck, you're big," she murmured, stroking me slowly. "I've been thinking about this cock for weeks."

"Me too," I managed. "Every time I saw you in the yard—"

"Show me." She dropped to her knees, looking up at me with dark, hungry eyes. "Show me what you want."

I pulled my jeans down just enough to free myself completely, and she wrapped her lips around the head without hesitation. The heat of her mouth was almost too much, and I groaned, my head falling back against the wall.

"Christ, Maya..."

She took me deeper, inch by inch, her tongue working the underside of my shaft. Her hands gripped my thighs, steadying herself, and she looked up at me, her eyes watering slightly, and I knew she was going to take all of me. I threaded my fingers through her hair, not forcing, just guiding, and she moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine.

"That's it," I breathed. "Take it all."

She gagged slightly, pulling back, then took me again, deeper this time, her nose brushing against my pelvis. Her throat relaxed, and I felt myself slide all the way in, her lips pressed against the base of my cock. I held there, trembling, and she stayed, looking up at me, her hand stroking my balls.

"Fuck, Maya... you're going to make me—"

She pulled off with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "Not yet," she said, her voice hoarse. "I want you inside me first."

She stood, and I stripped off the rest of my clothes while she shimmied out of her bikini bottoms. She was already wet, glistening, and I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and heat, and I positioned myself at her entrance.

"Please," she whispered. "Fuck me."

I pushed inside, and she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders. She was so tight, so wet, and I stilled for a moment, letting her adjust, letting myself feel every inch of her.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Please, don't stop."

I started to move, slow at first, savoring the sensation of her heat around me. But she was impatient, bucking her hips against mine, and I gave in, picking up the pace. The bed creaked beneath us, and she moaned, a litany of filthy words falling from her lips.

"Yes, yes, fuck, right there..."

I grabbed her hips, pulling her onto me harder, and her legs locked around my waist. The angle shifted, and she gasped, her eyes rolling back.

"Oh my God, that's—"

"Good?" I asked, pounding into her.

"So good... don't you dare stop..."

I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her moans as I fucked her harder. Her hands found my ass, pulling me deeper, and I could feel her rising, her walls clenching around me.

"I'm close," she gasped. "I'm so fucking close..."

"Come for me," I growled against her ear. "Come on my cock."

She shattered, her body convulsing around me, and the feeling of her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, my forehead pressed against hers.

We lay there, panting, tangled together, the only sound our ragged breathing and the lapping of the lake against the dock outside. She traced a finger down my chest, a lazy smile on her lips.

"Tom's going to be back soon."

"Let him come," I said, pulling her closer. "The boat's fixed."

She laughed, soft and warm, and I felt her heartbeat slow against mine. We lay in silence, listening to each other breathe, the afternoon sun filtering through the window blinds.

CATEGORIES: [Mouth fucking, Just the Two of Us, Cheating wife]