Seaside abode
"Thanks for delivering the apples." Elliot's disheveled, blonde hair was bundled into a messy bun at the top of his head. He gave me a playful smirk as we struggled to carry the crate between us. "Haven't seen you come to the beach much before to drop stuff off."
The distance from my farm and apple orchard to the beach wasn't too great, but it was still a bit of a hike. I brushed aside a strand of hair that had escaped my bun.
"That's what friends are for," I replied. I was slightly winded, but Elliot was carrying the majority of the weight, and only appeared to be slightly tired. His ability to pack on muscle surprised me.
"You've never changed," Elliot remarked. "I remember telling you that we'd still be able to maintain our friendship."
After I married, it was Elliot who first caught my eye. We'd flirted... built our relationship slowly over time. I'd even learned how to cook his favorite meal. We'd dated briefly before I settled down. It had been a passionate romance, sometimes even fierce and primal. The memory of that old canoe by the dock where he'd first tasted me sent a shiver through me.
Elliot hadn't changed either. He still resided at his cabin, which was nestled in the natural surroundings. Unlike my spouse who preferred to isolate himself indoors, Elliot appreciated nature.
As we made our way across the sand, the salty sea breeze grazed my face. I was dressed in a tank top and shorts, and already felt the sun kissing my shoulders.
"We're almost there," Elliot said between pants. His words were familiar.
The cabin held many shared memories of past trysts, warm moments against the wall, passionate nights under the stars. I could feel the heat rising in my core. My husband was back home, safe and sound in front of his computer, blissfully unaware of our affair.
Once inside Elliot's cabin, we both panted heavily from the exertion, but I'm sure it wasn't only due to the weight of the apples. The cabin held some tough memories... but also some of the best.
"Almost there," he uttered, pausing to release his breath.
We both exhaled noisily and glanced around the cabin. The familiarity of the space was intoxicating. As I scanned the room, I recognized the wood creaking under the strain of my breath. Giving in, I closed the door and leaned against it, my back stiff. Elliot remained still and eyed me in anticipation. The thudding of our hearts resonated in the small space.
"I'm married," I said hurriedly, feeling my heart race for unknown reasons.
Elliot nodded, the lines on his face slightly relaxed. His chest expanded with his heavy breathing.
"But the past is in the past," I added.
"Definitely," he agreed.
We stood in silence, both aware of the deeper meaning hidden between our words. After a brief pause, he stepped forward. I made no move, my core tightening in anticipation. The scent of his shampoo wafted up to me as he got closer. I inhaled deeply, and moaned slightly. The urge to surrender to him grew within me.
"Good memories, though," I whispered, allowing my eyes to drift down his well-built physique.
"The best," he nodded, advancing even closer. His palms pressed against the door on either side of my head.
"I wonder," I breathed out, lost in the fractured thoughts inside my head. "Do you think it's okay... for old time's sake?"
He nodded hungrily, his hands leaving the door and wrapping around my neck and back. I leaned my weight into his chest to allow him to press me more firmly against the door. Our deep kisses grew more intense as he indulged me.
"You can touch me," I breathed, my eyes on his torso that held so many treasured memories. He sighed in anticipation and enveloped me in his arms.
"Touch me," he begged. The wood of the door groaned from our weight, but I ignored it. "Just kissing," I added.
They didn't need permission; his hands encircled my head and we continued our heated exchange. He tasted so good that I felt the warmth forming between my legs. I clung to him as the kiss deepened, biting him when my need outweighed my desire for expertise. My moans were suffocated by his powerful chest as he growled in response. At one point, I bit him, eliciting a forceful groan from him that made the wood doors squeak and groan under his grip.
"This moment... I wonder," I murmured. "Do you think we should--" I gasped, unable to express my thoughts.
"Always," he mumbled as he pulled me closer. "Always."
Gradually, he glided his palms down my spine, allowing me enough time to decline if necessary, till he encircled my bottom. It was almost enough to propel me over the edge, but I managed to repress my mounting desire by slightly moving my hips against him. He was becoming erect. The realization of his manhood, combined with the way he was fondling my rear end and his tongue exploring my mouth, made me retreat. Elliot paused and withdrew, maintaining our crotches in contact.
He queried, "All good?" His voice had deepened.
"It might be acceptable... if you actually touched me like before. But nothing beyond that."
Elliot gazed into my eyes and abided, delicately sliding his hands from my backside to my stomach. He stroked the surface there, almost eliciting a groan from me, before moving his hands upward. He paused, offering me a final inquisitive look.
"Yes," I breathed, all but begging.
Without further ado, Elliot lowered my top, exposing my breasts that weren't wearing a bra...
My substantial chest swelled outward, and then his warm hands were there, massaging, twisting, and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Exactly how he utilized to. He held them in his hands and weighed them, jiggling them.
"You know what I yearn for..." He murmured, pressing his growing arousal more firmly against my hips. "You know what I've desired since the previous time."
"Yes." And then I whimpered in delight as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. His mouth was warm and moist, and he sucked at my tit fervently. He lapped at it and bit me with his teeth, spawning a squeal from me when he transferred to the opposite side.
While he occupied my breasts, I moved my hand down to his trousers. He grunted as I grazed a palm upon his rigid penis, through the denim of his pants. He sucked harder, and I relinquished to temptation. Without considering the consequences, I slid my hand within his trousers. He bit me more firmly, and I whimpered as I explored him with my hand.
"I want it too," I mustered the strength to say as he nibbled on my nipple. He apprehended, and next thing I knew, he was eliminating his trouser. I yearned for his hands to be back in contact with me.
"Now," I breathed, directed my gaze to his penis. "Finger me and - and get your hands dirty... and then masturbate for me."
He had no words. Afterwards, he mischievously slid his fingers towards me. I tightened my teeth in anticipation.
The initial push of his fingertip into me was an inconceivable indulgence. I was on the brink of collapsing, but he upheld me from toppling over by pressing my back against the wall. He inserted another two fingers, instantly adapting to how I preferred it. He vigorously inserted and withdrew his fingers, generating audible sounds as they chafed against my vagina. He recommence to make out with me as he finger-fucked me.
When his fingers were saturated, he withdrew them gradually and wrapped his hand around his penis. I experimented with my breast-massaging as he commenced wanking himself. He moaned, and banged a fist on the wall.
"Should I end it?"
Every scenario flashed before my eyes. Myself and Elliot's history, my marriage, my husband supine at home--and us, here, in secrecy, adoring every inch of each other's bodies. I ought to have proclaimed yes. I shouldn't have let it progress so far.
"No," I said. "Fuck me."
The bed groaned as Elliot flung me onto it. He unfastened my shorts and tore them and my soaked undies in one pull. Totally exposed now, I fondled his abs. He shivered, then raised one of my legs. Mating our hips was easy, like we were customized to do it, and subsequently, I felt his sizable head touch my entrance.
"One final opportunity to alter your thoughts," He grunted, tapping my opening with the pinnacle of his penis. Instead of replying, I wrapped my knee around him and pushed my hips downward. Elliot roared in pleasure as his dick penetrated me. I could sense it stretching the confines of my vagina--it had been ages since I'd been with someone his size.
He bent my leg under him, then lifted me into a sitting spot on his lap. He fucked me aggressively, claiming me hard. My chest slammed into his chest with each movement, making my big boobs bounce. He pulled my hair back and revealed my neck to him, then sucked right beneath my jaw as he moved me rapidly.
The tension inside of me grew heavier with every thrust. It had been months since I'd cum, and it was because I could only achieve it in a specific position - but my husband had never gotten it right that way. Elliot did though.
"Are you about to cum?" He whispered, kissing me between words and nipping at my lips as he fucked.
"Make me cum." I pleaded. "Fuck me there, Elliot."
He growled in pleasure, then drew me onto my knees. I arched my back and offered him my pussy and ass, letting him take me again with my hips leaning back. His balls slapped against me as he fucked me wildly - and then he did what had been missing from my life for so long.
"You ready?" He roared. I gasped my response. "You're mine--" And then he shoved his fingers between my legs and started stroking my clit as he fucked me.
"Ohhh my god." My voice was a sigh of pleasure. "Yes, I'm there--take me--take me there Elliot. Show me what you can do to me."
His stroking and rubbing increased, and then he pinched that tiny, sensitive nub. My orgasm erupted through me, the first one I'd had in many months. The muscles in my pussy tightened and dragged against his dick.
"I'm about to cum."
"Cum inside me."
"Is there any chance of us getting caught?"
"I want you - fill me, Elliot. Claim me. Cum for me, Elliot -- yes -- yes!!"
My cries and the sound of my own orgasm still echoing through me propelled Elliot over the edge too. I pushed my hips back, grinding against him even as he pulled me away, and I rolled my hips against him as we reached our peak together. I could feel his sperm filling me and oozing out of me, but he kept thrusting until we were both completely exhausted.
Finally, my orgasm subsided, and when Elliot withdrew, our juices sprayed my legs, staining the bed.
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