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The Beach (Romance, Couple)
It was the week of the millennium and we had gone to see Sarah and her family at their new home in Kuala Lumpur. Each day the routine involved my going to the market while her husband stayed back at the house with my wife and both our kids. And each day the conversation would be the same:
"Don't touch me. I am not interested. It is over." And I would reply: "Why are you doing this to me? I would not have come to visit if I knew you were going to be so cruel."
Neither of our spouses suspected we had been having an affair for four years, and heir move to KL from Europe had slowed things down. I did not suspect that it might stop.
Then we packed off to go to a beach near KL. A lovely, isolated island. It was something like paradise. We split into two cars, with Sarah and me trailing behind their van. And then the old Sarah started.
"Tell me a story about what we are going to do when we get there."
"What kind of story?"
"What you want to do with me." "You start."
"Well, we are chatting in the kitchen alone, as everyone else has left to go to the beach. And I notice you have a bulge in your pants..."
I picked up on the story right away, and slowly moved my finger down her pants so that I could feel her wetness as we drove along. I expanded on her story, and had us making love the whole way to our destination, as my children slept in the back.
Then we arrived and it was back to miss prim and proper. For two days, stripped down to our skimpy bathing costumes, I was beginning to go insane for desire. And she knew it.
On the third day, at lunch, Sarah said to my wife, "I need to use your bathroom. I find the public washrooms really disgusting here."
I saw her move away from the table, and mumbled something about going to get my camera. I was only a few feet behind her s we walked along, but she seemed oblivious.
She turned into the small alcove where our condo was, and I reached out to open he door with my key. She walked in and looked at me. She backed to the wall, and I reached out and pulled the right strap from her bathing suit, exposing her right breast. She did not move. I began to suck her nipple, which by now was very hard. She began to moan, and place her hands on the back of my head, massaging me and moving them rhythmically.
"mmmmmmmmmm...." she moaned...and then stopped, looked at me, reached out and kissed me with a passion and intensity I had rarely felt in those four years.
"That's it. Leave me be." "Fine." I said.
She went to eh washroom and I went to my bed and began to read a book. She came out and said, "See you later." Then she, and I, in our turn, went back to lunch.
After lunch I went to the room to read again. I was engrossed in my book, a gift from a woman friend in Geneva. A woman who was to be my next lover.
"What are you doing here?" she said, appearing suddenly with her daughter in tow.
"Don't you want to come outside?" "Not yet."
"Come here." I came over and she started to kiss me and tell me how much she wanted me. "I want you inside me now.." I put one, then two fingers in her pussy and she was soaking.
She pulled y very hard cock from my bathing suit and twisted it around in her hand, and continued to kiss me and fondle me. Then her daughter came out of the washroom.
"Go along dear; Mummy will be there in a moment."
Then we were alone. She held me close and pulled off my trunks, all the while insisting in a hard voice I had never heard before, "I want you inside me! I want you to fuck me!"
I did as I was told. I laid her down on the mattress just beside the bed and well out of view, even with the blinds drawn, so that no one could see. I was huge, bulging and bursting and straining to be inside my lover, who I had not touched for almost a year.
"Am I deep enough?" I said. "I want you deeper. Deeper." I kissed and sucked and forced myself into her tight cunt. Her red hair waving back and forth as we rocked. Only 50 feet away, her husband and my wife were chatting on the beach and playing with our children.
The sweat was pouring everywhere, when she began to shiver and shake as she came...."ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
Then she commanded "I want you to come, to come, to come.." and I came crying in her ears, "I love you I love you I love you."
Afterwards, we slowly made our way back to the beach, taking our turn, and washing off the cum and sweat all over us.
I learned that she soon moved to another lover, who was far more intense than me, and was perhaps already seeing her, as she seemed so different, so demanding, less soft. I presumed her husband never knew of this man, who was a close colleague.
But she was thousands of miles away now, and I never saw her again.
But for that moment, she was still my Sarah, my lover. That last day of hot love by the beach.