Bare Skin, Endless Nights (L)

Life was a relentless cycle of diaper changes, tantrums, and the endless demands of two small children, and I was drowning in the chaos. My husband, Mark, and I desperately needed an escape, a stolen evening just for us. The babysitter was a luxury we hadn’t afforded in ages, a small but significant indulgence. As I prepped for our night out, a familiar weariness settled over me, the heavy weight of responsibility pressing down. The only antidote to this exhaustion was the raw, uninhibited pleasure of losing control, of indulging in a wild, unashamed desire.

I chose a dress that whispered of both confidence and allure, a long, flowing garment that clung to my curves while offering just enough coverage to maintain a semblance of modesty. It was a perfect fit, designed to highlight my body in a way that always ignited Mark’s attention. As I considered the perfect thong to complement the dress, a rebellious thought struck me: why bother with anything at all? The idea sent a shiver of anticipation through me, a thrilling prospect of unbridled freedom. I pulled out my favorite pair of black lace panties, discarding them with a decisive flick of the wrist. The liberation felt immediate, a release from the constraints of expectation.

Mark arrived home, his face etched with the fatigue of a long day at work. But even through the weariness, I saw the flicker of desire in his eyes, the yearning for connection that mirrored my own. We spent the evening lost in conversation, a welcome respite from the demands of parenthood. But the spark between us felt muted, distant, like a beautiful melody played softly in the background. We needed more, something to break through the routine, to reignite the flames of our passion.

Miniature golf by the beach seemed like the perfect solution, a silly, lighthearted distraction that would force us to confront our desires. I dreaded the prospect of the game itself, knowing my competitive spirit would inevitably lead to frustration, but I was determined to make it memorable. I began to deliberately flaunt my body, letting my hips sway suggestively, pushing my backside out provocatively as I hugged Mark close, whispering dirty secrets in his ear. I deliberately lowered my dress, allowing him a glimpse of my ample curves, and then leaned in close, my breath hot against his neck. It was a blatant invitation, a playful challenge that sent a jolt of excitement through both of us.

As Mark took his stance, aiming his shot, I shifted my position, angling my body to maximize the impact of my posterior on his view. It was a calculated move, designed to distract him, to pull him off balance. And it worked. With a grunt of effort, he grabbed my ass, pulling me closer, his touch sending shivers down my spine. This was the catalyst, the moment that unleashed the torrent of desire within me.

His steel-blue eyes burned with a primal intensity as he felt the absence of my undergarments. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure satisfaction and transgression. "You naughty girl," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, "I know your secret." As he pressed firmly against me, my hips flexed against his crotch, a wave of pleasure washing over my body. I moaned in response, losing all control as his hand moved to explore the sensitive flesh between my legs. I bit down on his ear, letting him feel my hot breath against his neck, whispering, "I'm going to win!"

And indeed, I did. My next shot was a hole in one, a testament to my dominance. I teased him with the victory, reveling in his frustration, as he continued to assault my senses with his powerful thrusts. The miniature golf course, with its dark hall lit by black lights, became a sanctuary for our shared lust.

As we entered the dimly lit area, he immediately pinned me against a wall, holding my hands above my head, denying my attempts to push him away. He pressed his lips hard against mine, demanding to feel my tongue against his, engaging in a frenzied dance of mouths and bodies. The force of his grip was immense, crushing me against the wall, but I found myself enjoying the sensation, surrendering to the pleasure of his control. I moaned, my body arching in response to his dominance, desperate for him to take me completely. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, to exploit my desires, to leave me begging for more.

He overpowers me physically, becoming a master manipulator who sees my vulnerability as an opportunity. He lets me know he's the one in charge. His strong body controlling mine is one of the greatest thrills I have ever experienced. I started panting and was ready for him to take me right then and there. He loves to see me desperate for him and suddenly pulled away and lined up his next shot on the course. I staggered after him trying to refocus on the game we were playing. I still wanted to win of course, but my dripping pussy was a bit of a distraction at that point. We moved on to the next hole and I saw my husband looking around scoping out the cameras on the course.

He suddenly grabbed me by the hand and threw me into a different dark corner and lifted my long dress. His strong fingers worked their way up my thighs to my open pussy. He easily slid in two fingers between my folds. He pumped in and out while his thumb circled around my hard bud. My knees were shaking and I had to hold on to him so I didn’t fall as waves of pleasure overwhelmed my whole body. At this moment we heard another couple enter into the same area we were in! Quickly we pulled away from each other and moved on. They didn’t see us but the idea of getting caught always made me even more horny. We stumbled out of the dark hall laughing so hard. I was worried that my wet pussy might show through the thin material of my dress but I grabbed him anyway in the bright light and gave him a big kiss. I didn’t care at this point who saw us groping each other. Under normal circumstances I am very modest, but when I am this horny my lust for my husband overwhelms me. We still had half of the course left to play and that was the last thing in the world I wanted to be playing with! We walked up the stairs to the second level of the course.

I was in such a hurry to be done with the game that apparently I smacked the ball WAY too hard and it went flying over the edge of the railing into the little pond. We both looked at each other startled, then bent over laughing harder than we have in a long time. I was almost crying I was laughing so hard at this point. We decided it was best that we just be done with the silly game.

As we hurried out of there, before they could kick us out, I said “I told you I would find a way to win!” He playfully pushed me which riled me up again and I pushed his back against a wall. I had him pinned and mischievously smiled. I grabbed his dick and said “It’s going to be a long drive home for you buddy.”

“What makes you think that I’m going home until I have properly enjoyed you first?” He responded. My eyebrows raised as I tried to imagine what he was thinking. I am the one who likes to take risks and have sex in places we wouldn’t usually, and he is more cautious (which I am often thankful for!). He led me by the hand down to the beach. My mind was reeling now because I couldn’t believe he was serious about having sex on the beach when there were other people walking around. He found a perfect bend on the beach in the shadows of the night where we would not be seen easily by others. He sat down, unzipped his pants from which sprang forth the most beautifully swollen cock at full throttle.

“Sit on my lap” he ordered.

I eagerly followed his command and lifted my dress allowing my wanting pussy to slip right over his shaft down to his balls (my second hole in one that night!) The sound of the crashing waves, the star lit sky and my pulsating taint engulfing his huge dick was simply amazing. I started to grind on his lap hard as he bumped me up and down. He grabbed the shoulder straps on my dress and bra pulling it down with such ferocity I was afraid he would tear them. My tits escaped into the cool evening air. My nipples were standing tall saluting the only man that can make me this crazy in love. The contrast of his hot mouth on my bouncing tits in the cool night was an exceptional sensation. My already wet cunt started to gush. The sound of our juices slapping together sent us both over the edge as we came hard together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed him tight.

“I’m never wearing underwear again!” I laughed.

We walked back hand in hand, our hot cum still dripping down my legs. We looked at each other and my heart flooded with the an incredible feeling of love and awe for this man who is my best friend, a wonderful father and the most exciting lover.

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