Staring down at that beach. All those people. A nudist resort and me, a wife who hasn’t been satisfied in so long.
This vacation was meant to rekindle things for us, it was meant to be a new start for our relationship. But even here in the woods with nothing to distract us my husband has no interest in me. This is the final straw. Now I know we’re done.
When the stranger catches me watching he knows what I’m looking for. When he offers me the chance I can’t help but indulge. I’ve needed it for so long.
Hitting the trail through these woods to clear my head. Running and putting the path behind me. Lost in the woods I find this resort, and on these grounds I find far more than I could have ever imagined.
Out here and exposed while the rain washes my past clean. Out here in the wilds with my wild man whose name I don’t even know. Out here I am free.
Free to cheat.
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He stopped and I noticed his hands sort of tensed and then unclenched. He took his time and looked me up and down and I swear I felt his gaze on me, each place it landed on my body sending a ripple and a shudder through me, making it difficult to keep from shivering in the wake of his piercing gaze.
“I’m on vacation,” I went on, “Rented a cabin with my husband and we’re taking a few days out here in the wilderness. I saw the resort from the path on the top of a cliff when I got lost and I figured that maybe you guys would have a map of the area or something, be able to give me some directions to get back home.”
“That surprises me,” he said.
“I thought it was a good plan,” I replied meekly, noting that he was fully relaxed now, obviously satisfied that I wasn’t a threat.
“Not the plan,” he went on, “No the fact that you’re here with your husband. The fact that you have a husband surprises me.”
I swallowed hard, trying not to look but finding it impossible not to notice. This man, this stranger, was getting hard right here in front of me.
It was like now that he’d decided I was no threat to him he decided on other things. Like he took one look at me and saw me, witnessed me, for what I was.
God I couldn’t help but glance at him, seeing him thickening and throbbing in front of me. His length starting to rise in front of me, starting to pulse with the same desire that I felt in my own body.
“Why would that surprise you?” I asked, my lips on autopilot, “Why would it surprise you that I’m married?”
“Because you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off my body since you first saw me,” he said, “And because I work at this resort and I know a lot about reading people. For a woman who is married, you certainly don’t look at me like a married woman should. Not a woman who wants to keep true to her vows.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked, watching his hand move to his cock and start to slowly and deliberately stroke it in front of me, “Does it bother you, the way that I look at you?”
He shook his head, “You can look at me whatever way you want. But what would your husband think?”
I snapped back into reality, pulling my gaze away from his cock and staring up into his face with frank openness, “Honestly, I don’t know that he would even care anymore.”
And then I broke that space between us. Without even really thinking about my husband, without really thinking about anything but what I wanted, I moved to this man with one intention on my mind.
No limitations. No holding back. Getting what I needed.