Forbidden Waves

The moment I saw her step onto the deck in that tight white sundress, my cock twitched like it remembered every filthy thing we used to do. Elena. My ex from five years ago, now married to some rich prick who owned this sleek yacht we were all partying on. The Mediterranean sun glistened on her tanned legs, and the way her nipples poked against the thin fabric made my mouth water. Tension crackled between us instantly, thick as the salt air. Her husband was below deck, mixing drinks with the other guests, clueless.

“Fuck, you look even better than I remember,” I said, cornering her near the railing as the boat gently rocked.

Elena’s breath hitched. She glanced over her shoulder, cheeks flushing. “Mark… we can’t. I’m married now. This is dangerous.”

But her eyes said something else, dark and hungry, flicking down to the bulge already straining my shorts. The desire that had never really died flared up hot and immediate. I stepped closer, my hand brushing her hip, feeling the heat of her skin through the dress.

“You saying you don’t think about my cock stretching that married pussy anymore?” I whispered, voice low and rough.

She shivered, biting her lip. “God, you’re such an asshole… but yeah. Every damn night when he’s on top of me, I remember how you used to fuck me senseless.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the private cabin at the stern, the one with the big bed and locked door. The party noise faded as we slipped inside. The second the door clicked shut, Elena was on me, shoving her tongue into my mouth while her hands yanked my shirt off. We stumbled toward the bed, mouths clashing, her sundress hitting the floor in a puddle.

“Fuck me, Mark. Make it quick and dirty before someone notices,” she gasped, unhooking her bra. Her full tits spilled out, nipples hard and begging.

I pushed her onto the silk sheets, spreading her legs wide. Her shaved pussy was already glistening, lips swollen and wet. “Look at this married cunt dripping for me. Your husband know what a slut you still are?”

“Shut up and eat it,” she moaned, grabbing my hair and pulling my face down.

I dove in, tongue dragging up her slit, sucking hard on her clit while two fingers plunged deep into her tight heat. She tasted like sin and seawater, tangy and sweet. Elena bucked against my mouth, thighs trembling around my head.

“Oh shit… yes, right there! Your tongue’s so much better than his… fuck, I’m gonna cum already!”

Her juices flooded my chin as she came hard, back arching, a sharp cry escaping before she clamped a hand over her mouth. I didn’t stop, licking her through it until she was shaking. Then I stood, shoving my shorts down. My thick cock sprang free, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Elena’s eyes widened with that familiar greedy look. “Give it to me. I need that big dick inside me now.”

I flipped her onto all fours, admiring the way her juicy ass jiggled. Gripping her hips, I slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. The wet slap echoed in the cabin. She was tighter than I remembered, walls clenching around me like a vice.

“Fuuuck, you’re so deep!” she whimpered, pushing back against me. “Harder, Mark. Fuck someone else’s wife like you own her.”

I did. I pounded her relentlessly, balls slapping her clit, one hand fisting her dark hair to yank her head back. The bed creaked under us, her tits swinging with every thrust. Sweat slicked our skin, the scent of sex mixing with the ocean breeze slipping through the window.

“Tell me how much better I feel than your husband,” I growled, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.

“So much better… his cock is tiny compared to this. You’re ruining me for him again… oh god, I’m cumming on your dick!”

Her pussy spasmed, squirting a little down my shaft as another orgasm ripped through her. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and drove back in missionary style, hooking her legs over my shoulders. This angle let me grind against her clit with every stroke, watching her face contort in pleasure.

“Look at me while I fill this cheating pussy,” I demanded, thrusting faster, sweat dripping from my brow onto her bouncing tits.

Elena’s nails raked down my back. “Cum inside me, baby. I want your hot load leaking out of me when I go back to him. Please… flood me!”

The words pushed me over. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her married womb. She came again with me, walls milking every drop, her moans turning into breathless sobs of ecstasy.

We collapsed tangled together, breathing hard, the yacht’s gentle sway rocking us like a dirty lullaby. Cum trickled from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets as I kissed her slowly, tasting the lingering salt of her sweat.

“Shit, we’re going to get caught one day,” she whispered, tracing my chest with a guilty but satisfied smile.

“Worth it,” I murmured, already feeling my cock twitch for round two. “Now clean me up with that pretty mouth before we rejoin the party. Your husband’s probably wondering where his perfect wife went.”

Elena laughed softly, sliding down my body. “You’re impossible… but god, I missed this.”