It had been six months since I met Tom, and yet, he lingered in my mind like an unforgettable dream. Sometimes, when my husband thrust into me during our regular intimate moments, I close my eyes and see Tom’s face instead. His dark, hungry eyes, his hands gripping my hips with unrelenting passion. The memory of his body moving against mine was a flame I couldn’t extinguish, no matter how much I tried to push it aside. Those thoughts only made me burn hotter, my body writhing under my husband’s touch as my imagination filled in the blanks. When I came, screaming like a banshee, it was Tom who filled my mind, not the man lying with me.
Now, as the sun shone brightly, warming my skin and glinting off the pond and the slight breeze rustling through my yellow summer dress, my mind was wandering idly over thoughts of Tom as I strolled on through the park. My husband and I had come into town together but split up to shop. I was on a mission to find the perfect birthday present for him.
I knew there was a small board game shop tucked away in the shopping centre on the other side of the park, the kind of place that sold niche strategy games he loved. Cutting through the park was the quickest way to get there. The path was quiet, lined with trees just starting to green in the early spring, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. My mind wandered as I walked, caught between thoughts of the errand at hand and the memories of a night I couldn’t forget.
That’s when I saw him. Walking toward me, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jeans, wearing a faded plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows. Tom. He strolled through the park with the same easy confidence that had drawn me to him that night, his dark hair catching the sunlight. My steps faltered, my breath catching in my throat as our eyes met. His face lit up with a grin, slow and knowing, a grin that promised lecherous debauchery without a single word.
Heat pooled low in my belly, my stomach coiling tight with a visceral, immediate reaction. That grin. It was as if no time had passed, as if he’d read my thoughts and knew exactly how often I’d replayed our night together in my head. I couldn’t stop myself. My feet carried me forward in a rush, and before I knew it, I had leapt into his arms.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!” I squealed, clinging to him as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. My heart thundered in my chest, my body responding instinctively to his presence.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, carrying the same magnetic pull it had that night. His grin widened, and the heat in his eyes made my breath hitch.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” I confessed, my voice breathless. “About how you made me feel.”
“And how do I make you feel?” he asked, his tone playful yet edged with desire.
Without answering, I grabbed his hand and guided it under the hem of my dress. His fingers brushed between my bare thighs, where he found the heat and wetness gathering between my legs, I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Horny,” I whispered, my voice thick with longing.
His grin turned feral, his fingers pressing against me, teasing as he murmured, “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?”
I nodded, my cheeks flushed as my body leaned into his touch. “Do you have time?” he asked, his voice low and edged with anticipation.
I nodded, though a mischievous smile played on my lips. “Not much though. We have to be quick,” I said, glancing toward a cluster of trees just off the path. “There are some trees over there.”
His eyes widened at my suggestion, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
“What?” I asked, feigning innocence as I leaned closer. “It’s a warm, lovely day, and I’d like to feel the breeze on my skin. Sorry, it’s no cozy pub with a fire.”
He laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Oh, I’m not complaining. I’m just surprised by how eager you are.”
I leaned in again, close enough that my lips nearly brushed his ear. “You have no idea,” I whispered, my breath warm and heavy with intent.
His wicked grin widened, his hand closing around mine as he dragged me toward the treeline. My heart raced, a wild thrill coursing through me as we moved quickly, the shelter of the trees promising a brief, stolen moment away from the rest of the world.
Once in the trees out of sight of the path, I turned, kissing him again, my hands roaming feverishly over his body. I was desperate, as if the months of longing had sharpened every sensation to a razor’s edge.
His hands slid under my dress, rough and confident, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush. His fingers grazed me through my knickers, finding me wet and eager. A knowing smile curved his lips as his fingertips teased through the damp fabric, sending electric shocks of pleasure racing through me. He moved with a deliberate, torturous pace, brushing lightly against me, his touch igniting a deep, insistent ache. “You’re so ready,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire, sending shivers through me that made my knees weak.
The world outside the canopy of branches faded entirely as my back pressed against the trunk of a sturdy oak. His hands moved over my body in a way that made my pulse race, igniting sparks that radiated through every fibre of my being. His voice, low and husky, murmured against my ear, “God I’ve wanted to do this again for so long.”
I responded with a breathless moan, pulling him even closer. Time felt suspended, every touch, every kiss reverberating like the echo of thunder through my veins. The breeze carried the scent of budding leaves and earth, mingling with the heady charge of our entwined bodies. I had forgotten everything but him, lost in the fire we couldn’t seem to extinguish.
I undressed, pulling my yellow summer dress over my head in one fluid motion. He reached out and unhooked my bra with a practiced ease that sent a thrill through me. I stepped out of my sodden knickers, standing bare before him. His gaze swept over me, dark and hungry, devouring every inch of my exposed skin as though I were a feast laid out just for him, and he hadn’t eaten for days!
I reached for him, intent on stripping him of his clothes, but he stopped me with a firm yet gentle grip on my wrists. In one swift motion, he scooped me up and carried me to a fallen tree, his strength effortless. Sitting me down, he spread my legs wide, his hands warm and commanding against my thighs.
He knelt between them, his lips trailing soft, deliberate kisses along the sensitive skin of my thighs. Each touch of his mouth was a spark, igniting a growing fire within me. His kisses grew slower, lingering, teasing as he worked his way higher. I shivered, my breath catching, his touch promising more while driving me wild with anticipation.
I could feel his breath as he kissed around my slit, teasing but never quite touching, his warm exhalations sending shivers over my skin. The contrast of the cool breeze against the damp heat of my bare cunt heightened every sensation, leaving me trembling under his touch. His tongue flicked out, light as a feather, tracing the outer lips with maddening precision. I moaned, a sound pulled from the depths of my chest, he responded with a low, amused chuckle.
His strong hands still gripped my thighs, firm and unyielding, keeping me spread wide and completely at his mercy. His tongue finally dipped beneath the outer lips, the sensation soft yet electric as he tasted me. He began to nibble gently, his teasing made my hips buck instinctively, seeking more. “Fuuuuck,” I moaned, the word drawn out, my hips thrusting towards him in desperate longing.
His eyes gleamed with mischief and desire as he looked up at me from between my legs, revelling in my desperate need. He lingered in his teasing, letting the tension build before his tongue finally slid deeper, circling my vaginal opening with excruciatingly slow precision, each movement designed to drive me to the brink of madness.
“OoOoh god” I cried, my voice wavering as my desire built to a fever pitch.
With maddening slowness, his tongue slid upwards, inching closer and closer until, after what felt like an eternity, he flicked my clit. The sensation made me quiver, a shuddering gasp escaping my lips. He pulled back slightly, a sly grin playing on his face. “Well, I think that’s all I have time for. I should be getting off.” he quipped, his tone light but teasingly wicked.
I laughed, the sound breathless and incredulous, before reaching down and tangling my fingers in his hair. With a firm tug, I pulled him back down, my body burning with need. His laughter was rich and unrestrained, as he pressed his mouth against me once more. This time, he dove in with fervour, his tongue flicking vigorously over my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Oh fuck yes, yes YES!” I cried as my need finally started to be sated.
His fingers danced teasingly around the entrance to my core, circling in tantalising patterns that left me breathless. Finally, with a deliberate and confident motion, he slipped them inside, curling them expertly to coax another moan from deep within me. His touch was commanding, his mouth relentless, driving me higher with every stroke and flick until I was completely at his mercy.
I lay back on the rough bark, my back curving upwards as his mouth and hands played me like an instrument. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks coursing through me, his fingers skilfully coaxing my body closer to the edge. My quiet moans soon turned to gasps and cries, the intensity building with every moment. His mouth never faltered, his eyes locked on me, drinking in my every reaction with a mix of mischief and determination. The world around us blurred, my focus narrowed entirely on him as he drove me closer and closer to an earth-shattering climax.
A tidal wave of ecstasy surged through me, leaving me gasping and shuddering as the climax overtook me. My body arched off the bark, trembling uncontrollably as the overwhelming pleasure radiated in wave after wave.
His tongue continued its relentless motion, prolonging the peak as my cries echoed through the trees, raw and unrestrained. Every nerve in my body seemed alight, the intensity blurring the edges of reality until there was nothing but the exquisite sensation and the man driving me to such heights. When the waves finally subsided, I collapsed back against the fallen trunk, my chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me utterly spent but not entirely satisfied.
I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Turning my head, I watched him as he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savouring the moment. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a broad, strong chest that glistened slightly in the dappled light filtering through the trees. My eyes followed the contours of his muscles, the sharp lines of his shoulders and the way his chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths. The way the muscles of his abdomen pointed in a V down towards his crotch.
When he slid his trousers and boxers down, my gaze followed the lines of those muscles down to his manhood. His arousal was undeniable, standing proud and hard, already glistening with precum. The sight sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.
I slid off the fallen trunk and turned around, resting my hands on it while thrusting my rear out toward him. I could almost hear his grin as he stepped closer, his body radiating heat against mine. “Ass or pussy?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
“You choose,” I purred, the lingering bliss of my orgasm leaving me pliant and willing. In that moment, I would have let him fuck anywhere he wanted.
His hand came down on my ass, the sharp crack echoing through the trees. A gasp escaped me as the stinging heat bloomed, followed by another slap, and then another, each one igniting sparks that sent tingles straight to my core.
I braced myself, expecting him to thrust into my ass, but instead, he aligned himself and slid slowly into my pussy. The stretch was exquisite, drawing a moan from both of us as he filled me completely.
One of his large strong hands gripped my hips, holding me firm as he began to move, his thrusts slow and unhurried. His fingers, however, roamed further, teasing the sensitive area around my ass. I shivered, the dual sensations sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.
As his pace increased, his fingers became bolder, sliding inside me in tandem with his thrusts. The feeling was overwhelming, a perfect storm of sensations that left me gasping and crying out. He drove into me harder, the force of his movements making the fallen trunk beneath me creak. His fingers worked skillfully, stretching and exploring as his cock plunged deep, filling me with every thrust. My moans turned to long, drawn-out cries of ecstasy, each one louder than the last as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
The tension coiled tightly in my core, a storm building slowly, each thrust stoking the fire higher. His low, guttural groans mingled with my cries, the sound of our shared pleasure echoing through the trees. His pace was relentless yet controlled, his movements designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure. My body trembled beneath him, teetering on the edge but not yet ready to fall.
“You love the way I make you feel, don’t you?” he rasped, his voice dripping with confidence. I could only whimper in response, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. “Tell me,” he demanded, his tone firm yet teasing, “how much you want me.”
“So much,” I gasped, my words spilling out in a breathless moan. “I want you, all of you, all the time, filling every one of my holes, fucking me sensless.”
“Good girl,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “You take me so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
“Yes, fuck I was made for your cock” I cried out, my body arching into him, his words igniting a fire that burned even hotter.
“You’re my dirty little slut” he murmured, the insult sounding like high praise, his lips brushing against my ear. “The way you moan for me, the way your body reacts to every touch. I could stay like this forever.”
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, my voice trembling with need, every word fuelled by the desperate longing for him to keep driving me wild.
Time seemed to stretch as we moved together, our rhythm a perfect harmony of need and desire. His fingers pressed deeper into me, thrusting, rubbing, caressing the inside of my ass as his cock filled me, over and over again.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion. I nodded, barely able to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. I could feel him trembling, his body taut as he held himself back, waiting for me.
When my climax finally broke free, it was like a tidal wave, engulfing every part of me in its intensity. My cries filled the air as I clenched around him, my orgasm triggering his own. His deep groan was raw and guttural as he buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against mine as we came together, perfectly in sync. His seed pulsed deep inside me, I could feel it filling me, as his cock throbbed against my walls.
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the shared ecstasy binding us in a moment of pure connection. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, we collapsed together, our breaths mingling, our bodies still trembling from the aftermath of our shared release.
We lay panting for a while, catching our breath in the quiet aftermath. I reached for my phone, checking the time. “Shit, I have to run. My husband’s waiting; we’re meeting for lunch.” I scrambled to pull on my clothes, the urgency a stark contrast to the languid satisfaction still coursing through my body. He remained sprawled by the tree trunk, his cock softening as he watched me with a lazy grin. I leaned down and kissed him deeply, savouring the moment. “Fuck, that was amazing. Thank you.”
As I dashed to lunch, I did my best to fix my hair, smoothing it down with my hands. Meeting my husband at the agreed spot near a café, I sat down, acutely aware of Tom’s cum leaking out of me into my underwear. I shifted uncomfortably, praying it wouldn’t seep through onto my dress.
After ordering, my husband leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. “You won’t believe what I heard walking over here. I took a shortcut through the park, and there were people doing it in the trees. God, she was moaning like hell. She must’ve been enjoying it.”
Feigning surprise, I forced a laugh. “Oh my God, that bold? Being that loud in public?”. Forcing down my blush.
He smirked. “I guess he must’ve been very good.”
“Must’ve been.” I met his gaze, and saw a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “You want to try it, don’t you?”
He laughed, shrugging casually. “It’s a nice warm day, it might be nice to feel the breeze on our skin.”
We traded flirtatious banter as we rushed through lunch, a playful tension building between us. When we finished, he grabbed my hand and led me purposefully back to the park.
We were giggling excitedly as we entered the tree line, the thrill of secrecy adding to our shared anticipation. His laughter quietened as I began to strip for him, my movements slow and teasing, exposing my bare skin to the dappled sunlight streaming through the trees for the second time that day. As my dress slipped off, I quickly discarded my stained underwear, tossing them aside before he could notice. I don’t think he was paying attention to my clothes.
His eyes roamed over me hungrily, his own excitement evident as he hastily shrugged off his clothes. The sunlight highlighted the contours of his body, and like Tom earlier, his arousal was unmistakably visible, standing proud and ready.
The tension crackled between us, and I wasted no time, pushing him down onto the soft grass with a playful laugh. Straddling him, I leaned forward, my hands trailing over his chest as our laughter dissolved into breathless desire. “You’re so ready for me,” I murmured, echoing Tom, grinding my hips against his, drawing a deep groan from his lips.
His hands found my waist, gripping firmly as he arched into me. “How could I not be? Look at you,” he replied, his voice thick with longing. “You’re so beautiful.” The raw honesty of his words sent a rush of heat through me as I leaned down to capture his lips in a heated kiss.
I started to grind down onto his cock, my movements slow and deliberate at first, revelling in the parallels between now and what had happened here only an hour ago. The thought of it drove me wild, igniting a raw, primal energy within me. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping my hips firmly as he thrust upward to meet my movements, our rhythm building in perfect harmony.
I moaned in response, my head back as the pleasure consumed me. “Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling with desire. “Oh fuck yes, that feels so good.”
“I can see,” he groaned, his grip tightening as I moved faster, the friction driving us both closer to the edge. “You’re incredible. I can feel how much you want this.”
“I want you so bad, my love,” I whispered, leaning forward to kiss him deeply, our bodies moving together with growing urgency. The sun filtered through the leaves above, casting a golden glow around us as our excitement grew, the intensity of our connection pushing us ever closer.
The climax between us built with agonising slowness, every thrust and movement amplifying the heat between us. Both of us were gasping, our breaths mingling as our bodies melded together. His hands tightened their grip on my hips, and I could feel his restraint slipping as his movements grew more desperate, matching the fevered rhythm of my grinding.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured through a groan, his voice ragged with passion. “This is so perfect, fuck, ohh fuck.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine as the tension coiled tighter within me, ready to snap. “Yes, like that,” I whispered, my voice breaking as a moan escaped me. “Ooh yes just like that.”
Our movements grew more frantic, our shared desire pushing us closer to the precipice. I clutched at his chest, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. His low, guttural groans sent vibrations through me, and I could feel him so close, ready to burst under me.
As the climax finally overtook us, it felt like a dam breaking, a rush of heat and pleasure that engulfed us both. He tensed beneath me, his body shuddering as he thrust up hard, groaning deeply as he pulsed inside me. his seed joining Tom’s that was already in me. I cried out, my own orgasm crashing through me in waves, leaving me trembling and gasping as we reached the peak together. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, riding out the final pulses of pleasure as the world around us seemed to fade away.
I collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily as we lay tangled together in the soft glow of the sunlight. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath me as he caught his breath, and I traced lazy circles on his damp skin. The sunlight warmed my back, but his touch ignited an entirely different fire within me. Our lips met again, slow and unhurried, the kiss a gentle affirmation of the connection between us.
It wasn’t long before I felt his cock twitch inside me. “Ready for another round, are you?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as a mischievous smile played on my lips. He chuckled, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. “Always,” he replied, his voice filled with love and desire, capturing me in another deep kiss that set my body alight again.
We spent most of the afternoon in that sunny little spot in the park. People passing by could surely hear the sounds of our passions but we didn’t care, and no one bothered us. It was a perfect afternoon. Although it did mean I didn’t have time to buy him a present.
Two weeks later, on the morning of his birthday, I handed him a small, neatly wrapped gift, my heart pounding with nervous excitement. His brow furrowed curiously as he carefully unwrapped it, his fingers trembling slightly. When the paper fell away to reveal the contents, his eyes widened in shock and then softened with pure joy as he looked at the pregnancy test, the positive result unmistakable.
“That day in the park,” I said, my grin wide and playful as I watched his expression shift from surprise to elation. “I think that’s when it happened.”
He stared at me, speechless for a moment, before breaking into a radiant smile that lit up his entire face. Without a word, he reached for me, pulling me into his arms and holding me tightly.
His hands cradled my face as he kissed me deeply, the love and gratitude in his touch leaving me breathless. “You’re going to be an amazing mum. This is the best present you could ever have gotten me,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. The warmth of his words filled me with joy.
His smile was radiant as we embraced. We had been trying for four months, something I had entirely forgotten when I saw Tom. Though I wasn’t certain who had fathered the child, a deep, unshakable intuition whispered the answer to me. For now, I pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the joy and excitement on his face as we embraced the news of this new chapter in our lives.
