Lake House Secrets (L)

The Tennessee air hung thick and humid, clinging to my skin as I watched my wife, Sarah, expertly twist the lime in her margarita. We’d inherited this cabin from my grandfather, a rustic retreat nestled on a secluded cove of the lake. It was one of those places that felt like stepping back in time, a welcome escape from the relentless demands of modern life. This weekend, it was just us, the dog, Buster, and the vast, shimmering expanse of the water. My parents had declined to join, citing a sudden family emergency, leaving us with the freedom to indulge in whatever our hearts desired.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dock as Sarah turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Honey, I’m feeling a little restless, and frankly, incredibly hot. No one else here, just us and Buster. Let’s go skinny dipping.”

I hesitated for a moment, a flicker of apprehension crossing my mind. It had been a while since we’d done anything quite so daring, so uninhibited. But the thought of her, stripped bare and vulnerable in the cool water, ignited a primal heat within me. Without a word, I grabbed my swimsuit and stripped off, joining her at the water’s edge. The shock of the cold lake instantly sent shivers down my spine, but the sensation was quickly replaced by an overwhelming wave of arousal.

Sarah, already in the water, held onto a bright yellow float, her body a sculpted masterpiece of sun-kissed skin and confident curves. Her breasts bobbed gently on the surface, their weight a silent invitation. It was impossible to deny the immediate surge of desire that ripped through me. I plunged into the water, following her into the depths, and the world narrowed down to the feel of her body brushing against mine.

“What brought this on all of a sudden?” I asked, my voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the waves.

“Just a whim, darling,” she replied, a playful smile gracing her lips. “I was feeling frisky and I love the sensation of the water on my skin. Besides, we're the only ones here, so let's not waste a perfectly good opportunity to indulge our primal instincts.” She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, a knowing glint in their depths. “You know, skinny dipping always makes me horny, and unlike in high school when I snuck off to the lake with my friends, I now have a husband who can satisfy those urges. You’ll be more than happy to take care of me, won’t you? Maybe multiple times before the night is out.”

The thought of her words, her body, her desires, sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. “I’m always ready to fool around with my sexy wife,” I responded, my voice low and husky.

We swam together, our bodies intertwined, the water swirling around us like a passionate embrace. We rubbed against each other, clinging to the float, our skin slick with moisture. The sun beat down on us, intensifying the heat, while the cool water provided a welcome contrast. It felt like a forbidden pleasure, a secret indulgence shared between two souls desperate for connection.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the lake, we decided to head back to the cabin. We dried off, wrapping ourselves in a towel, our bodies still buzzing with the thrill of the water. I took a moment to admire her, tracing the curves of her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.

Then, she turned her head, a challenge in her eyes. “This has been amazing, but I need you to fuck me hard on this dock right now!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with anticipation.

Without hesitation, I followed her back to the dock. The planks felt warm beneath my feet, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my nostrils. She rolled over next to me, her body radiating heat, and began to rub my cock, her touch sending shivers down my spine. It wasn’t long before the sensation intensified, the heat building within me until it became almost unbearable.

She then straddled me, her weight pressing down on my hips, and began sucking on my hard cock, her wet lips leaving a trail of pleasure across my skin. Her nails dug into my flesh, intensifying the sensation, while her hands caressed my balls, teasing and tantalizing. It was an exquisite torture, a symphony of pleasure and pain that left me gasping for breath.

“You cannot cum yet,” she said, pulling away slightly, her eyes locked onto mine. She placed her pussy in my face, demanding that I lick her out, savoring the anticipation. I reached my hands around her, pulling her closer, and began rubbing her breasts, feeling the firm swell of her nipples beneath my fingertips. She turned her head, allowing me to suck on her tits and pinch her nipples with my fingers, intensifying the pleasure.

“I need your cock in my wet pussy now!” she commanded, her voice a low growl. “Roll over and fuck me hard from behind!”

I complied instantly, rolling over to face her. I slid my cock into her wet pussy, feeling the initial resistance give way to a rush of pleasure. I pumped my cock hard, deep, and rhythmic, determined to reach the summit. She moaned with each thrust, her body arching against mine, begging for more.

“Harder, harder, but don’t cum yet!” she yelled, her voice filled with urgency. Her wet pussy felt like silk against my skin, a tantalizing invitation that left me on the edge of ecstasy.

Finally, she said, “I am going to cum! Cum with me!”

I pumped one last time, pushing the boundaries of my endurance, until finally, the dam broke. A torrent of pleasure surged through my body, culminating in an explosive release that left me weak and breathless. She came too, her body convulsing with pleasure, her cries echoing across the lake.

We lay back down on the dock, naked and sweaty, the remnants of our passion clinging to our skin. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the water.

“That was awesome,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. “Let’s not get dressed and just be naked together until we go to dinner.”

We spent the rest of the evening exploring our bodies, losing ourselves in each other’s embrace, forgetting the world outside the confines of our secluded cabin. We continued our exploration throughout the night, fueled by desire and a shared sense of abandon. The lake, once a place of tranquility, had become a sanctuary for our passions, a testament to the power of our connection. As the sun rose, casting its golden rays across the water, we knew that this weekend at the lake would be one we would never forget. It was a primal, exhilarating experience, a reminder of the wildness that still lingered within us, waiting to be unleashed. And we knew, without a doubt, that we would return to this hidden gem again, seeking solace and pleasure in each other’s arms.

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