Forbidden Fruit Under Moonlight (L)

The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Camping trips were our sanctuary, a place to reconnect amidst the chaos of daily life. We’d found a secluded spot deep within the state park, far from the usual crowds, and as we settled in for the evening, a comfortable silence fell between us, broken only by the crackling of the campfire. After the boys were tucked into their sleeping bags, my wife, Sarah, and I found ourselves alone, bathed in the warm glow of the flames. We’d been married for eleven years, and while our sex life had always been good, we’d both recognized a need for something more, a deeper connection beyond the routine. Lately, we’d been open to exploring new territories, both within ourselves and in our shared intimacy.

As the fire dwindled, casting long shadows across the clearing, Sarah reached out and lightly grazed my cock, the touch sending a shiver down my spine. It wasn't a demand, but an invitation, a silent question that ignited a familiar heat within me. She moved her hand, gradually becoming more assertive, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft before sliding them fully into my shorts. The sensation was electrifying, a sudden jolt of arousal that forced me to acknowledge the desires simmering beneath the surface.

Without a word, I reached for her, gently touching her face as I pulled off my shirt. Her response was immediate, her movements fluid and sensual as she disrobed beside me, leaving only a thin layer of clothing clinging to her skin. The sight of her nakedness was both shocking and exhilarating, a testament to the trust and vulnerability we’d cultivated over the years. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her waist as we lay entangled, our bodies radiating heat in the cool night air. Her breasts pressed against my chest, their delicate scent filling my senses, while my hand instinctively descended, exploring the curves of her love mound. Each touch was deliberate, slow, and full of intention, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

As I toyed with her clitoris, she began to moan softly, her breath hitching in her throat. Her pleas for more grew louder, more insistent, pushing me to escalate the pace and intensity of my ministrations. Her body arched against mine, her muscles tensing as she drew closer to the edge of orgasm. I responded by increasing my speed, my movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, as we both edged closer to the brink. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, thick with the promise of release.

Suddenly, Sarah’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure, laced with a raw, primal need. “I don’t want to get off like this,” she exclaimed, her words dripping with urgency. “I want you to FUCK ME!” Her declaration shattered the delicate balance we’d established, demanding immediate action. The thought of giving in to her lustful desire sent a surge of pleasure through me, overriding any hesitation or restraint.

Without a moment’s pause, I shifted my focus, deepening my penetration as I continued to ride her, pushing her further towards the precipice of ecstasy. Her moans intensified, morphing into guttural cries of pleasure as her body convulsed with each thrust. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating and irresistible. We continued in this manner for a while longer, lost in the throes of our shared passion, before Sarah abruptly stopped, pulling me back from her body.

“I want to fuck you too, but not here,” she said, her voice still breathless. “Where do you have in mind?”

Thinking quickly, I scanned our surroundings, searching for a discreet location where we could indulge in our desires without fear of interruption. My eyes landed on the picnic table, a weathered wooden structure just thirty feet from the camper. “What about the picnic table?” I suggested, my voice low and suggestive.

Sarah readily agreed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Wrapping ourselves in the blanket from the bed, we made our way to the table, careful to maintain a sense of privacy in the darkness. The air outside felt cool and crisp, but the fire’s glow provided just enough illumination to navigate the terrain.

As we sat on the edge of the table, Sarah removed the last of her clothing, revealing her magnificent form in all its glory. I knelt down before her, gently tracing the contours of her body before lowering myself onto her lap. Her slit was now fully exposed, and I didn't hesitate to explore its depths with my lips, licking and sucking with a fervor that mirrored her own. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with each touch.

But Sarah quickly pulled me up, her voice filled with impatience. “We’re past that point,” she declared. “Stick it in me, NOW!”

With renewed urgency, I thrust my cock deep within her, seeking the sweet spot where pleasure and pain intertwined. Her body arched against mine, her muscles tensing as she surrendered to my ministrations. The heat intensified, building into a crescendo of sensation that left us both breathless.

As I continued to ride her, she let out a primal scream, her voice echoing through the night. The force of her orgasm sent tremors through my body, culminating in a release so intense that it left me weak and spent.

After a moment of shared silence, Sarah pulled me close, her body still pulsating with pleasure. She whispered in my ear, “FUCK ME, BABE!” before rolling onto her back, inviting me to continue.

I rose to my feet, drawing her close and pulling her onto my shoulders. We stood there, naked and exposed, locked in a moment of raw intimacy, oblivious to the world around us. As I brought her to my face, kissing her neck and breasts, I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, a confirmation that our connection was stronger than ever before.

Returning to the camper, we snuggled into bed, sharing a tender embrace. As we drifted off to sleep, we both knew that this night would be etched in our memories forever, a testament to the power of desire, trust, and shared vulnerability. This adventure felt exhilarating, and I knew that we'd be seeking out more opportunities to explore the depths of our shared passion.

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