Salty Waves and Swallowed Loads

The moment I stepped onto the hotel balcony overlooking the moonlit sea, my cock twitched at the sight of her. Elena, my married neighbor from back home, stood two doors down in a thin white sundress that clung to her full tits and wide hips like a second skin. The ocean breeze pressed the fabric between her thighs, outlining her pussy lips, and the tension between us crackled hotter than the salt air. We'd flirted for years across our backyards, stolen glances while her husband mowed the lawn, but here on this Greek island getaway, with him stuck in meetings back in the city, the rules felt gone.

"Couldn't sleep either?" she called softly, her voice low and husky, leaning on the railing so her cleavage spilled forward.

I walked over, pulse hammering. "Not with you next door, Elena. That dress... fuck, it's killing me."

She laughed, a throaty sound that made my balls tighten. "Good. I've been wet since I saw you at check-in. Mark's gone for two days. I need this. Need you."

We didn't waste time. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her room, the door clicking shut behind us. The air smelled of her coconut lotion and the faint brine from the beach. Before I could speak, Elena dropped to her knees on the cool tile, yanking my shorts down. My thick cock sprang free, already leaking precum at the tip.

"God, it's bigger than I imagined," she whispered, wrapping her soft fingers around the shaft. She stroked once, twice, her wedding ring glinting in the lamplight. "I've wanted to taste you for so long."

Her tongue flicked out, lapping the bead of precum from my slit. I groaned, threading my fingers through her dark hair. "Suck it, Elena. Show me how bad you've been wanting this dick."

She moaned around the head as she took me into her warm, wet mouth, lips stretching wide. The wet slurping sounds filled the room, mixing with the distant crash of waves through the open balcony door. Her head bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, one hand cupping my heavy balls while the other pumped the base she couldn't swallow yet.

"Fuck yes, just like that," I growled, hips bucking gently. "Your husband's never seen you like this, has he? On your knees for the neighbor's cock."

She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening dick. "No. He thinks I'm a good little wife. But I love cheating on him with a real man. Your cock tastes so fucking good." Her eyes locked on mine, dark with lust, before she dove back down, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

I fucked her face with slow, deliberate thrusts, her gagging noises turning me on even more. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tits, soaking the thin dress until her hard nipples poked through like diamonds. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously through her soaked panties.

"Touch that married pussy while you choke on me," I ordered, voice rough. She whimpered in agreement, fingers circling faster.

After a few minutes of her eager deepthroating, I pulled her up, spinning her toward the king-sized bed. "Bend over. I need to feel that pussy first."

Elena hiked up her dress, revealing no panties underneath—just a glistening, shaved slit already dripping down her thighs. She spread her legs, ass high. "Hurry, please. Fuck me hard. Make me cum before you feed me that load."

I didn't hesitate. Grabbing her hips, I slammed my cock into her tight, soaking pussy in one thrust. She cried out, gripping the sheets. "Oh shit, you're stretching me so good! Deeper... yes, like that!"

The bed creaked as I pounded her from behind, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing. Her juicy ass rippled with every impact, and I reached around to pinch her clit, making her squirt a little onto the floor. "You're such a slut for this, Elena. Squeezing my dick like you never want it to leave."

"I'm your slut tonight," she panted, pushing back to meet my thrusts. "Fuck my married cunt. Harder!"

I flipped her onto her back after her first orgasm ripped through her, legs shaking, pussy clenching around me like a vice. Now face to face, I drove in again, watching her tits bounce under the dress. We kissed messily, tongues battling as I railed her deep, her heels digging into my ass.

"Pull out when you're close," she gasped between moans. "I want it in my mouth. Want to taste your cum while my husband calls later."

That dirty talk sent me over. I fucked her through a second, screaming orgasm, her walls fluttering wildly, then yanked out and stood beside the bed. Elena scrambled to her knees again, mouth open wide, tongue extended like a perfect target.

"Give it to me," she begged, stroking my slick cock with both hands. "Cum down my throat. Fill your neighbor's cheating mouth."

I exploded with a guttural groan, thick ropes of hot cum shooting across her tongue and straight into her eager throat. She swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, her eyes watering with effort but locked on mine. "Mmm... so much," she murmured around the pulsing head, milking every last spurt. The taste made her shiver visibly, a fresh gush of her own juices trickling down her leg.

When I finally softened between her lips, she licked me clean, sucking gently until I twitched from overstimulation. She stood, wiping a stray bit of cum from the corner of her mouth and licking her finger with a wicked smile.

"Round two on the balcony?" she asked, voice raspy from the throat fucking. "The sea air will make it even hotter. I still need more of that cum in my mouth before dawn."

I pulled her close, kissing her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. The waves kept crashing below, but nothing compared to the storm we'd just started.