Lake House Temptation

The moment I stepped into the lake house, the air crackled with forbidden heat. My boss, Elena, stood by the wide glass doors overlooking the water, her crisp white blouse clinging to full breasts that strained against the fabric. She was my friend Mark's wife—strict, untouchable, the woman who had hired me just two weeks ago and already made my cock twitch every time she gave orders. Now we were alone for the weekend team retreat that never materialized, and the tension in her dark eyes said she felt it too.

"Close the door, David," she said, voice low and commanding, turning to face me. Her heels clicked on the hardwood as she stepped closer, perfume mixing with the faint scent of pine from the surrounding woods. "Mark's not coming. Something came up at his office. It's just us."

My pulse hammered. "Elena, are you sure this is okay? I mean... you're his wife."

She smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips that made my dick harden instantly. "Don't pretend you haven't been staring at me in the office, David. I see how you look at me when you think I'm not watching." Her fingers brushed my tie, loosening it with deliberate tugs. "And don't lie—you want this as much as I do."

Desire won. I pulled her against me, our mouths crashing together in a hungry kiss. Her tongue slid hot and insistent against mine, tasting of the wine she'd been sipping. My hands roamed down her back, gripping the firm curve of her ass through her tight skirt. She moaned into my mouth, pressing her hips forward so her mound rubbed against the bulge in my pants.

"God, you're already so hard," she whispered, breaking the kiss to nip at my jaw. "Take off my blouse. Slowly. I want to feel your hands on my skin."

I obeyed, fingers trembling at first as I undid each button, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her heavy tits. The fabric whispered as it fell to the floor. Her nipples were dark and stiff, begging for attention. I cupped one breast, thumb circling the peak until she shivered.

"Yes... like that," Elena breathed, her strict boss facade cracking into raw need. She reached down and palmed my cock through my trousers, squeezing firmly. "You've got a big one, don't you? I've imagined it stretching me while I sat across from you in meetings."

We moved to the plush couch facing the lake, sunlight dancing on the water outside. She pushed me down and straddled my lap, hiking her skirt up around her waist. No panties—just a smooth, shaved pussy already glistening with wetness. I groaned at the sight, my fingers tracing her slick folds, finding her swollen clit and rubbing slow circles.

"Fuck, you're soaked," I said, voice rough. She rocked against my hand, her juices coating my palm.

"Put your fingers inside me," she demanded, eyes half-lidded with lust. I slid two thick digits into her tight heat, feeling her walls clench and flutter. She rode them shamelessly, tits bouncing as her breath hitched. "Deeper... yes, right there. Make me cum on your hand first."

Her pussy gripped me like a vice, growing wetter with every thrust of my fingers. I leaned in, sucking one nipple hard while my thumb worked her clit. Elena's moans grew louder, echoing off the wooden beams. "I'm close... don't stop, David. Oh god—"

She shattered, her cunt pulsing around my fingers, a hot gush of cream spilling over my wrist. Her body trembled, nails digging into my shoulders as she gasped my name.

Before she could catch her breath, I flipped her onto her back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. My cock sprang free as I shoved my pants down—thick, veined, and leaking pre-cum. I rubbed the head along her dripping slit, teasing her entrance.

"Look at me," I growled. "I want to watch your face while I fuck my friend's wife."

Elena's eyes locked on mine, dark with lust. "Do it. Fill me up. I need your cock inside me now."

I thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying myself balls-deep in her scorching pussy. The wet slap of skin filled the room as I pounded into her, her walls stretching around my girth. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me harder.

"Harder... fuck me like you own this pussy," she panted between thrusts. The couch creaked beneath us. I changed angle, hitting that spot deep inside that made her eyes roll back. Sweat slicked our skin, her tits jiggling with every powerful snap of my hips.

I pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the emptiness. "On your knees. I want you from behind."

She scrambled into position, ass high, back arched like a cat in heat. Her juicy cheeks parted to show her winking pink hole and dripping cunt. I gripped her hips and slammed back in, the new angle letting me go even deeper. The sound of my balls slapping her clit mixed with her muffled cries into the cushion.

"Yes! Right there—I'm going to cum again," she sobbed. Her pussy fluttered wildly around my shaft, milking me as another orgasm ripped through her. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I roared, burying myself to the hilt as thick ropes of cum flooded her spasming walls, spilling out around my cock in creamy leaks.

We collapsed in a sweaty tangle, hearts pounding. Elena turned her head, a wicked smile on her flushed face.

"That was just the start of the weekend," she murmured, tracing a finger down my chest. "Mark won't be back till Monday. Think you can keep up?"