Lake House Secrets

The relentless rain in early June hammered against the windows of the lakeside cottage, a constant, insistent rhythm that mirrored the restlessness building within me. COVID had forced us all into a strange, prolonged hibernation, and Jamie, my husband, was stuck in his office, unable to bring his usual energy home. It was unsettling, this quiet, this forced intimacy, amplified by the isolation. We’d moved here, to my parents’ summer retreat, hoping for a temporary escape, a chance to reconnect without the usual distractions of life. But the solitude, initially soothing, was now a heavy weight.

After a long, satisfying swim in the lake, the cool water clinging to my skin, I felt a primal urge, a forgotten flicker of desire that the rain couldn't quite extinguish. The sun, a pale disc behind the clouds, cast long shadows across the patio where I lay on a comfortable chair, meticulously applying tanning lotion. I felt the need to shed the pale remnants of winter, to embrace the warmth of the sun and the slow burn of a perfect tan. As I coated my body, paying particular attention to my breasts and the sensitive skin between my legs, the thought of being alone, uninhibited, became increasingly potent.

The insistent whistle of approval from Jamie, as I changed into my favorite two-piece yellow bikini, jolted me back to reality. The bright color, a vibrant splash against the muted tones of the cottage, always seemed to amplify his reaction. A genuine, appreciative smile spread across his face, and I couldn't help but giggle, a nervous, anticipatory sound. It wasn’t the first time he'd reacted so intensely to my clothing choices, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

As I prepared for my swim, I heard a faint noise from inside the cottage, something that sounded like a child crying. Jon, our two-year-old son, was likely demanding attention, and Jamie was probably struggling to balance work with his responsibilities. I gave him a quick, affectionate hug and kiss, thanking him for taking care of Jon while I indulged in a little self-care. The thought of the solitude, the lack of external pressures, felt liberating, almost intoxicating.

The water was bracing, shocking the system after the stuffy confines of the cottage. The lake, usually a mirror reflecting the sky, was choppy and dark, mirroring the churning emotions within me. Stripping off my bathing suit, I felt vulnerable, exposed, but also strangely powerful. As I applied the tanning lotion, I caught my reflection in the water, a stark reminder of my own body, my own desires. The scent of coconut and sunscreen filled the air, a sensual blend that heightened my awareness.

The feeling of arousal intensified as I explored my own body, rubbing my pussy against my thighs, a slow, deliberate act of self-pleasure. The rhythmic motion, the warmth of my own flesh, brought a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. The thought of being alone, completely uninhibited, fueled the intensity of the experience. I let out a low moan, a primal release of tension. The tears in the rain seemed to intensify, washing away the last vestiges of restraint.

Just as I felt myself nearing orgasm, a hand suddenly landed on my thigh, halting my movements. It was Jamie, dressed in a worn pair of board shorts that revealed his tanned and muscular physique. His presence, unexpected and intense, sent a jolt of electricity through my body. He stood before me, a silent observer, his gaze both appreciative and slightly uncomfortable.

“Relax, babe,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve seen you get like this before.” A nervous giggle escaped my lips, a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. He moved closer, his body radiating heat, and began to unbutton his shorts, revealing a thick, impressive cock. It was unusually large, almost aggressively so, and it definitely wasn't the size he typically sported.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees between my legs, spreading them open wide. His hand reached out, gently but firmly grasping my hand and pulling it to the side. He gazed down at my pussy, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and curiosity. My breath caught in my throat, a silent plea for him to take the first step.

I stared back, meeting his gaze with unwavering intensity. I couldn't wait any longer, the anticipation building into an unbearable pressure. With a sudden surge of desire, I thrust my hips upward slightly, a clear invitation for him to indulge my needs.

He understood the signal immediately. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against my wet opening. The sensation was electrifying, a rush of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. His tongue, thick and coated with saliva, explored every inch of my pussy, tasting my juices, teasing me with its touch. I moaned, lost in the moment, completely surrendering to his control.

The world narrowed, focusing solely on the sensation of his tongue against my clitoris. It felt like an eternity as he sucked me dry, each movement precise and deliberate. The pleasure intensified, building to a crescendo of ecstasy. My body convulsed, my muscles tensing, and I let out a piercing scream. It was unlike any orgasm I had ever experienced, more intense, more primal, more utterly consuming.

When he finally pulled away, panting heavily, I was weak and trembling, barely able to breathe. Jamie looked at me with a mixture of confusion and astonishment.

“I want to suck you,” he said, his voice husky with pleasure. “Let me take you all the way.”

I sat up slowly, regaining my composure. He moved closer, his eyes burning with desire. I pulled down his shorts, revealing his massive cock, even larger than I had initially perceived. The netting inside seemed to amplify its size, making it appear even more imposing. A wave of excitement washed over me, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

“I’ve never sucked it when it’s been this big before,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“That’s okay,” he replied, his hand gently cupping my chin. “Let me help.”

He took my hand and placed it at the base of his shaft, my fingertips barely able to reach the thick, hard flesh. As he began to stroke my hand, the sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. The warmth radiating from his body, the intense pressure of his hand on my skin, the sheer size of his erection – it was an experience unlike anything I had ever imagined.

He moved my hand in a slow, rhythmic motion, guiding me as I jacked him off. The pleasure grew more intense with each stroke, pushing me closer and closer to the brink. Instinct took over, and I began to read his body language, anticipating his every move. Tightening my grip, speeding up and slowing down, mirroring his pulsations, I lost myself in the rhythm of his arousal.

As he swelled with pleasure, I leaned closer, studying his face. His eyes were closed, his breathing ragged, his body trembling with anticipation. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was determined to satisfy him. The feeling of power, the sense of control, was exhilarating.

At the peak of the moment, he paused, holding his breath. “Are you going to cum?” he whispered, his voice strained.

I nodded, unable to speak. He released his grip on my hand, allowing me to continue my ministrations. I plunged my fingers deep into his shaft, teasing him with every touch, savoring the pleasure he derived from my attention. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of control and surrender.

As he finally reached the point of no return, he let out a primal roar, his body convulsing with pleasure. I continued my strokes, pushing him further and further toward climax. The world exploded in a torrent of sensation, and I lost all sense of self. The release was overwhelming, a euphoric wave of pleasure that left me breathless and weak.

When he finally pulled away, panting heavily, he looked at me with a mixture of shock and delight.

“Wow,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was incredible.”

I leaned over and placed my mouth over the tip of his throbbing penis, closing my lips around him. The salty taste of his pre-cum filled my mouth, a strange but welcome sensation. As I began to suck, my free hand instinctively reached for my pussy, ensuring that the pleasure continued unabated.

He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer, and began to push me down onto the patio, positioning me so that I could kneel beside him. The sensation of his hard cock against my legs was intense, almost painful, but I welcomed the discomfort, knowing that it was a sign of his arousal.

As he continued to stroke his shaft, I lost all sense of control, completely surrendering to his pleasure. The rhythm of his pulsations, the heat radiating from his body, the sheer size of his erection – it was an experience that transcended words. I had never felt anything like it before.

He leaned in close, whispering in my ear, “You’re amazing.”

I could only nod, unable to articulate the torrent of emotions that were swirling within me. The rain continued to fall, washing away the last vestiges of restraint, leaving behind only the raw, primal joy of the moment. It was a moment of perfect intimacy, a connection that transcended words and expectations.

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