7 comments/ 6518 views/ 7 favorites Forbidden Lover By: sultrysiren4000 My forbidden secret lover. In my mind, I delight in being able to unleash my full sexual potential on your begging self. I know how much my naughty messages turn you on; they turn me on, too. I love knowing that just reading little pieces of my fantasies can make you hard. I take you seductively by the hand and we lay down together on my bed. At first you are a little hesitant, but by now your sexual hunger for me is not going to be denied. I'm imagining how it would feel to be pressed up against you fully, to kiss you deeply. The kiss would start out slowly, just a soft meeting of our lips. Slowly reaching out with the tips of our tongues to trace the outlines of the others lips, dipping into the seam and touching them together gently, then sliding them in deeper. Our tongues wrapping around each other, learning the taste, the texture; our lips locked together in pure pleasure from the kiss. As I imagine this amazing kiss I feel my breasts become firmer and there is a softening deep in my pussy as my desire takes hold. You slip my top off over my head and begin to alternately suck my already hard nipples and kissing me. You kiss your way down my body to my shaved smooth pussy. You begin to kiss and lick my already moist slit and I begin to thrash wildly on the bed moaning. I look down and see you kissing me, going deeper and deeper with each move. My eyes roll and my back arches as your tongue sends me to heaven. I cup my breasts and squeeze them with delight. Then you slip your finger deep into my heat, then two, then three. My breath gets faster and chills run up my spine as you slide it in and out. Putting my hands on your head I place your tongue where I want it, and you begin to flick my sensitive spot. I use my hips to grind against your mouth and as your finger slides faster into wetness, I explode. My juices flow into your mouth and my pulsing causes me to yell out. I cum in convulsive groans and my pussy becomes flooded with juices that you eagerly lap at. I beg you to come up and kiss you with a fierce desire as I pull you back up the bed. I then have you roll over on your back. You feel my tongue begin a trip up and down your thick hard cock. You grab my ass with both hands and pull my inviting pussy down on your tongue and proceed to tongue fuck me. This spurs me to deep-throating you and you feel my mouth engulf your cock in my warm wetness. As you wrap your tongue around my clit and lick fiercely at my slit, I alternate between loud groans of pleasure and whimpering Oh Gods and a subtle slurping as I waver between sucking your cock and your balls. As I begin a rhythmic fucking you with my mouth, you feel the cum begin to boil in your balls and you warn me to stop unless I want to have to choose between spit or swallow. I begin to bob my head up and down even faster and as you begin to spurt mouthful after mouthful of cum into my hungrily sucking mouth, I take even more of your cock in my mouth and you can feel my throat working to swallow the cum in my mouth. Rather then stopping my oral assault on your cock I continue to suck on your still hard cock as you flick your tongue over my clit in a pattern that brings quivering orgasms from my sweat slicked body. I finally come up for air and face you while straddling you. I pull my sopping wet pussy open with one hand while guiding you into me with the other. Your dazed eyes go wide with surprise as my tight wet pussy is spread wide on your thick cock. I take a moment to revel in the feeling of having you all the way in and i then begin a rhythmic grind on your hard cock as i sit up on you. You grab my round tits with erect nipples in each hand and thrust up into me in time with my grind. You begin to lean back as I start an up and down fucking that we time to pull you almost all the way out and then slam us together in an obscene wet sucking noise of your cock in my pussy. I lean forward and cover you with my body as I grind my clit against the base of your cock as I cum. I moan Oh God your cock feels so good as you feel hot streams of my pussy juice run down your balls and I go still. A few minutes later I climb off of you and I start to turn around on my hands and knees and say I want you to fuck me from behind. I move my ass up in the air. While rubbing my swollen and soaked pussy lips, you move behind me and grab my ass while I position your cock at the entrance to my steaming pussy. You plunge all the way in with one motion that slams me down on the bed and elicits an Oh yessss, fuck me hard from me. You pound into me and it isn't long before I am savagely fucking you back. You can't hold out any longer and you slam all the way into me and spurt your hot cum deep into my pussy. I keep fucking back at you as I use the muscles in my pussy to fuck you dry. I finally let go of you a few minutes later. I gaze into your eyes and smile. I lean forward and gently rub my lips against yours, teasingly kissing you. Then I melt into your arms, breasts pushed against your chest and my pulsing pussy still wet with desire. Forbidden Lovers Starlight and candlelight gave warmth to the night as nobles and royalty danced intricately choreographed dances to the soft sighs of strings and the rolling trills of woodwinds. In the flickering light, priceless jewels shone darkly against powdered white skin. Brightly colored dresses that billow from tightly laced waists swirl gracefully as those who wear them are twirled around by their partners in the elegant courtyard. The air is heady with the scents of many different perfumes mingling together, and their wearers also mingle as they laugh and flirt with each other. Despite the light and music and plentiful women (whose morals became progressively looser the richer they were), Luc Devaux was utterly bored. He was not royalty nor nobility, but a very wealthy businessman. A businessman whom held the purse strings of a great many of the nobles who were now dripping in the very same jewels his loans helped them to keep. That alone would have given cause for his invitation to a royal ball. It was for his devastatingly handsome face, perfectly sculpted body, and a reputedly sinfully, experienced mouth that kept the invitations continuously flowing from shamelessly expectant hostesses. His current hostess, the unfortunately plain Madame Le roux, the first cousin of the King of France, was all but plastered against him as he waltzed her around the dance floor. Each step he took was done with all the grace and elegance his royal partner did not possess. To all those watching, he was an attentive partner - smiling and gracious as he responded to her questions with poetic ease - yet his mind a million leagues away. So, when the song ended, Luc bowed low and excused himself from Madame Le roux's none so subtle hints and poorly executed flirtations. Desperate to get away, he snaked through the crowd before the woman could suggest they retire to one of the dark niches that was so thoughtfully provided for the guest's convenience (not to mention their impatient lusts). Luc snatched a glass of Champaign from a wandering servant, downed it in a single gulp, and took another. This one he nursed as he leaned against a wall. The tangy taste of the wine bubbled and snapped in his mouth while his golden eyes languidly surveyed the revelers. Everyone was having a good time eating delectable food, drinking expensive wine, and dancing to fine music. It was a party for the rich and powerful, and though he was now both, he did not feel as one of them. He remembered a time of cold and hunger; a hunger that none of these puffed up popinjays could ever imagine. The old fears he held as a child continued to haunt his dreams, though none would ever believe it of the exceptionally self-possessed man he had become. Luc inwardly grimaced at himself, at the way his thoughts had turned. Here he was in high society, and all he could think of was his pitiful past. Suddenly determined to drown that past in the man he had become, he cast his critical eye about the courtyard for a suitable candidate. There, trying unsuccessfully to avoid the advances of Madame Le roux's portly husband was the answer to his prayers. She was small - more than a head shorter than he - and exceptionally exquisite. Her waist was so tiny Luc imagined that he could easily circle it with his hands. Delicately pale skin was flushed from her attempts in keeping the large, sweating man's hands off her breasts. Those breasts, Luc noticed, were rather large for her small stature, and they rose invitingly from the low bodice of her fashionable gown in soft ivory swells. He could not blame the hideous man for trying his hand at her, but Luc wouldn't have it. The moment he laid eyes on her, every nerve in his body cried out: mine. And he would have her. He made his was to the couple, ignoring the hands and eyes of women (and a few men) that caressed him as he went, so intent was he on obtaining his woman. "Monsieur Le roux, I do believe your lovely wife is looking for you," Luc said in an amused voice, watching as the man snatched his hands off the woman as if her lovely curves could burn. Not out of guilt that his wife might see him with another woman, for both husband and wife enjoyed the flavor of variety in lovers, but that he was going about it in such an indiscreet and reckless manner. As the King's cousin, it would shame the Madame Le roux to have her husband so scandalously blatant in his infidelity. "Ah, yes, thank you Monsieur Devaux," he turned towards the woman, bowed, and hastened away to find his wife. The now very relieved woman faced Luc, and he could now see that her face was just as tempting as her body. It was a small oval of porcelain, with green eyes commanding the center. She had a small nose and a forehead that rose till it gave way to ebony curls. Plump red lips parted and a husky, low voice spoke; "Monsieur Devaux? I am very much grateful for your timely rescue." "Not at all, Mademoiselle..." "Madame Rousseau. Jessamine Rousseau." She stressed emphasis on her married title, and offered him a charming smile and a small hand. It fit neatly in the palm of his, and he curled his fingers around hers and whispered a kiss along the satin smooth skin. "And I am Luc. You are quite enchanting, Jessamine," he said, addressing her by her given name, though propriety required otherwise. Instead of being insulted, he received another smile, so continued; "You took my breath away from across the room." Instead of giggling foolishly like the other women, Jessamine raised a perfectly curved eyebrow, "My, my, such compliments. This can only mean you want something." Not just a little taken aback, Luc stared in surprise before he broke out in laughter. Never before had he met such an intelligently brazen woman. She had accurately summed up his intent in less than five minutes into conversation, delighting him with the realization that he would actually have to work for this conquest rather than have her falling into his arms like all the other woman of Paris. So, instead of trying to deny what was so obvious to them both, he said, "Am I that transparent?" He enjoyed the way her emerald eyes roamed over his physique, hesitating ever so slightly in the general vicinity of his growing desire, before meeting his golden gaze. When she dryly answered, "So it would seem," he threw back his head and laughed again. "Madame, would you do me the honor of the next dance?" He offered an arm, and she promptly took it. "I would be delighted." He led her out onto the dance floor, took up a fragile hand into his large calloused one, and then wrapped the other around her waist. As the music began, Luc led her into the steps of the dance. Though her back was rigidly straight, she moved like flowing water beneath his hands. She drifted into each turn with soft little footfalls, keeping her face diverted just so that her profile was presented to him. The column of her throat was long, the skin so fine that he could see the light, steady beating of her pulse. "Where is your husband, Madame?" Jessamine turned her head slightly so that she could see his face, "Oh, he's over by the buffet table with Madame and Monsieur Le roux." Luc glanced over and saw a tall man speaking with the hosting couple. He was old - nearly sixty years in age - and looked every minute of it. His face sagged with age, his hair, still fully black, was nothing but a wisp that was combed over his age spotted skull. Though Luc had never actually met the man, he knew that Monsieur Rousseau was reputed to be a ruthless man in business, yet impeccably pious in the church. "My dear, you have my complete admiration." "How so?" Luc swung her closer to the opposite side of the courtyard from her husband's prying eyes. "That you are able to speak of your husband without the slightest sign of revulsion. I commend you." Jessamine laughed, stunning the cynical Luc Devaux with the beauty of her unabashed amusement. She stood on the tips of her toes, and breathed in his ear, "A great deal of money is a fantastic incentive to marry such a nauseating old man. I don't suspect he shall live much longer." "I dare say you are correct." He had long since given up being shocked by her behavior. She was as cold-blooded as a man, with the beauty of a goddess. Such a formidable creature she was. Luc made sure that the Monsieur Rousseau's attention was elsewhere before he tugged Jessamine off the dance floor. He was about to speak - to make certain she understood - when she pulled him behind the inadequate shelter of a large bush. Knowing now that they were of the same mind, he hauled her up against his hard body. Without hesitation, he plundered her mouth with his. Jessamine's lush lips parted willingly beneath his, and she slid her tongue alongside his. The friction was so erotic as they twined and caressed with only their mouths, nipping and tasting ferociously as if they were battling. Luc groaned when she rubbed a hand over his hard, throbbing shaft. "Oh no, now this won't do," she mumbled into his mouth, "everyone will hear you." He broke away from her, chest heaving with the effort of controlling himself just long enough to get her into a somewhat secluded place. After a moment of looking around, he took Jessamine by the hand and strode into the grand house of Le roux. All around were couples looking, as they were, for a bower where forbidden lusts and cravings can be assuaged discreetly. Yet all the rooms that were not taken by guests staying overnight were taken by incestuous lovers. Unwilling to wait, they went out onto the balcony that rose directly over the courtyard where the party was taking place. From there, they could see everyone. Likewise, everyone could see them if they stood by the balcony wall. "What are we going to do up here?" Jessamine sounded exasperated as she leaned against the half wall and found her husband still standing by the buffet table. "Not what are 'we' going to do, my dear," he said from behind her as he ground his erection against the cleft of her derriere. They then both waved at her husband who had just spied them from their perch, "but what I am going to do." Hidden by stone, he lifted the heavy folds of the front of her gown up to her waist and quietly commanded her to hold them in place with her body and the wall. Then he dropped down at her feet when Jessamine's husband was excusing himself from the Le roux's company. Monsieur Rousseau strode closer to the balcony and called out to his wife, "Where now did Monsieur Devaux run off to?" "I believe he went home, husband," she answered clearly, despite that Luc's tongue had just then slipped between the lips of her womanhood. Jessamine widened her stance just enough to provide him better access to her without looking suspicious to her self-righteous husband. When Luc's rough fingers spread her delicate folds, exposing the sensitive core to the cold air and his hot tongue, she gasped slightly at the unbelievable sensations that assaulted her body. Suddenly her nipples hardened into tight nubs, and they rubbed with painful pleasure against the fabric of her gown. Her hips rocked unconsciously with each lapping of his tongue, her body silently pleading Luc for more, more, more. "My love, are you well? You seem a bit pale" Jessamine could barely hide her distaste at the man whom she was pledged to love until death. Only her hope that his death would come soon made her face and answer a pleasant; "Very well, sir. Just getting some fresh air and a lovely view." "Would you like some company, now that Monsieur Devaux is gone?" Just as her husband said the word "gone," Luc drove two fingers into her dripping wet well. He continued to work her with his mouth, nipping and lapping at her until Jessamine thought she would scream with pleasure. Instead, she managed; "Of course not, husband. Do not concern yourself with me. I may very well go home soon anyway. Stay and enjoy your friends." "As you will." And with that, he turned and went back to his friends, not sparing his lovely wife another glance. With his back and attention turned away, Jessamine could focus completely on what Luc was doing to her. His fingers were no longer buried in her, his teeth no longer sending jolts of wicked ecstasy through her body, his tongue no longer slipping between her lips that were pulsing with anticipation. Instead, he was tickling that spot that made her want to melt with the very tip of his tongue, and though it felt exquisite, Jessamine's body craved to be filled with this man. "More, Luc." Her husky whisper nearly undid him, nearly forced him to bend her over the wall and pound his need into her body in front of her husband and the fancy world of Paris. But he managed to chain the monster that demanded to take, and delved in again into Jessamine's moist heat to give. She tasted of the sea; hot and salty. He ran his tongue over the little nub before drawing it into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it, bit down gently, and sucked as hard as he could while he swirled his tongue around it. The small, muffled cry of surprise made him feel like a god. He ran his hands up the insides of her long silken legs, his thumbs leading the way to the very core he was feeding upon. When they reached the apex of her thighs, he slid his two thumbs inside as deep as they would go. Then, in tandem with his violent sucking, he thrust his fingers into her body. Jessamine rocked her hips back and forth with each thrust, absorbing the impact of the deep penetration with wordless rapture. Only the heavy rise and fall of her breasts could give her away to those below. Otherwise she was the picture of silent contemplation. He continued to push her higher into wild abandon, until he tasted a sudden gush of salted wetness, and felt the sudden clench of her muscles on his fingers. Luc, high on the musky pheromones of her orgasm, jumped up and dragged her just out of sight from the eyes of society. Jessamine's legs were weakened from the force of her release, so he picked her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist. One hand loosening his breeches, the other holding onto her derriere, Luc pressed his woman against the closed glass door. He freed his cock, and, without hesitation, plunged wildly into her still convulsing body. Again and again, he lost himself in her wet fire. Her hands were grasping at his shoulders; soft little whimpers urged him on. He paused a moment long enough to free a breast from its confine, and ravished it with his mouth. While he bit and kissed and sucked her pebble hard nipples, his hands caressed the insides of her thighs. He spread the cheeks of her plump ass, and stroked the line from the hilt of his cock to the base of her spine. Each time his fingers brushed lightly across the puckered hole between her cheeks, her body jolted. Everything that Luc did to her was a lot sinful and a little depraved. He didn't hide their affair behind closed doors, but flaunted it before an unsuspecting audience. Instead of rising over her, like most men, with gentle needs, he punished her with pain all while soothing it with pleasure. Luc touched her body in places that were forbidden even to her; so much so that she would not willingly tell him to stop or continue. And oh, did she want him to continue. With each thrust of his hips, his thick cock dived deeper and deeper. It filled her up, caressing her walls all the way to her womb. As he pulled back, Jessamine felt his smooth thickness of his shaft swelling to the hard edge at the head of his cock, give way to emptiness, just before he plunged back in again and again. There was nothing she could do but hold on, and let him ride her till they both exploded from the intensity. They rested there for a moment, against the cool glass doors, Luc's forehead pressed against Jessamine's. His hand that had been stroking between her thighs, made one last careless caress. When her body quivered with one last orgasm at the touch of his hand, Luc grinned naughtily. "Like that, do you?" When she tried to deny it, he dragged his fingers more deliberately over the tight little hole, eliciting an involuntary convulsion of her muscles around his deeply imbedded cock. "Oh yes," he moaned, "you like that a lot." Luc pulled himself from her warmth, air hissing from between clenched teeth from the cold that softened his desire. He let Jessamine slide down his body till her toes touched the ground. She arranged her skirt so that it fell again to the floor, yet a breast still hung enticingly from her gown. Before she could tuck that in, his big hand covered it. He massaged it, twisting and swirling her nipple between his expert fingers, as he looked down at her as if absorbed thought. Jessamine watched as his big tanned hand elicited little sparks of desire that ran straight to the core of her, wondering how she could possibly want more of this man after everything they had already done. Then Luc seemed to come out of his musings. "Yes, " he said, as he slipped the breast he had been fondling back into its place, "I think we should do something about that." He tucked her arm into the crook of his, opened the glass door they just made love against, and swept her back into the house. "Do something about what?" Jessamine asked. He opened the front door for her, and when she moved to precede him out the door, he stepped up close behind her. "About this," he said, discreetly rubbing a hand over the cleft of her derriere. When Jessamine blinked up at him in surprise, he laughed delightedly. He finally had shocked the woman. "Shall we away, then, to my home? This is no place for such a lesson!" Forbidden Lovers A Holiday Retreat "This story is fictional and a continuation of my Forbidden Lovers series" So the holidays arrived and the ground outside was covered with white flakes of snow. It would be the first white Christmas in years. The tree was trimmed and the stockings hung with care. The usual crowd had gathered on Christmas Eve, as was the tradition. Ever since he could remember Christopher's parents had hosted this party. All of the neighbors and close family friends would gather together at his house, talking and eating and enjoying the night. It was a nice time for catching up and seeing some of the people that you never see as often as you would like. But this year he could just not get into the holiday spirit as much as he would have liked. The evening passed and people went home for the night and Christopher crawled into his bed underneath the warm covers. He tried to sleep, but he only tossed and turned. His mind was not on the holidays so much but elsewhere. He wondered what MaryBeth was doing these cold days and if she was thinking of him the way he was of her. He missed her and wanted to be with her more than anything. He half expected to wake up and find her under the Christmas tree maybe naked wearing nothing but a bow. Or dressed in a slinky Santa like suit with her beautiful legs showing. It was a crazy idea of course, but it made him smile and he only wished the answer for them would be that easy. However, he knew that was not so and even if she came to him and professed her love there would be obstacles to overcome. He was willing to deal with them, but he hoped he could convince her that she needed to feel the same way. The sun rose the next morning and he awoke to a new day. The holiday passed and family came and went. The ball dropped and the New Year was rung in. The New England air was cold and the ground covered in a blanket of snow. Christopher was happy that he and some friends had decided to head for warmer weather. He was on his way to Hawaii, which was somewhere he had always wanted to go. Kind of last minute some of his friends had just convinced him that they would all go because when else would they have this chance? It was a group of the four people from his home that he was closest with. The day after New Years they headed for the airport and away from the cold. Back closer to school MaryBeth was also packing her bags somewhat unwillingly. Her husband suspecting that something was wrong looked for a quick solution. Alejandro was not the type to talk things out and listen to her. He had stopped all that a few years back. He figured that a vacation on a tropical island would be enough for them to fix everything. Basically he thought the beach and the ocean and the mentality of it all would make her horny, then they would have some hot sex the way they used to and things would be back to normal. MaryBeth knew otherwise and she knew that a vacation would not magically make everything better. The passion had died and gone out of her marriage and it wasn't coming back. Her husband did not respect her and she believed he was just scared of responsibility. Or lazy and not wanting to do any of the household things like laundry. She wondered where the man she knew and had loved had gone and when exactly had the lump coach potato emerged. Plus now she had Christopher and the love she knew they shared. She did not feel she needed to be dependent on Alejandro anymore. But the bags were packed she would do this one last thing to try and show him that they needed to end this charade. As she was packing she began to think about how the two of them had met and how it had been those days. She had been in Peru doing research for her thesis on the cultural habits of the indigenous people that had lived in Machu Pichu. One night she had gone into a local bar/restaurant to have dinner and a few drinks. She hated the tourist places because that was not her style. She liked to mingle with the locals. She had the grasp of the language and she sometimes struck up conversations that were useful to her research. She had been slowly sipping some wine when she noticed a man enter the room. He was tall and handsome. Slightly dark skinned, but not too dark. A nice milk like shade of brown that was very fair. He was very handsome and sexy, more modern and less like the old more rugged people of the mountains. He walked over to the bar and ordered a shot. He took it back and said something to the bartender. Salsa music began to fill the air. The man walked across the room he took a small glance as he passed MaryBeth at her table. The gaze was intense. She had to turn her head as not to show the smirk on her face. At the very next table while still looking at MaryBeth he took the hand of some young woman. No words were spoken. He pulled her against him and they began to move to the music. Their bodies just seemed like they knew what to do. As if it was an automatic reflex like quickly pulling your hand away from something hot. MaryBeth watched in amazement as he guided this woman through what to her seemed like complicated movements. She liked to dance but had not so much experience in dancing of this style. Just a few classes on and off when she had the time. The man noticed that the foreign woman was still watching him, as he was she. She was quite attractive he thought. Was she from the United States? He could not be sure because she had such a look that she could be European. And what was she doing in this bar he thought? All alone away from the places he would have expected. Had she gotten lost and just wandered in? Did she even speak Spanish? He knew he had to talk to her. After the song ended he tossed the young woman aside and walked over to MaryBeth. He offered his hand trying to be a perfect gentleman. "Quierias bailar?" (Would you like to dance?) He asked. She had been a little embarrassed at how she had been staring that she hadn't known what to say. "Bueno no hablas Espanol." (Well you don't speak Spanish) he said as he began to turn away. It was then that she felt the need to prove to him that she was not just a wide-eyed tourist. "Yo hablo perfectamente gracias, nada mas no se bailar tanto como tu." (I speak perfectly well thank you. I just don't know how to dance like you do.) She said. Hearing her speak so well he turned back and said "Te ensenare." (I will teach you.) With that he offered his hand again. She accepted and they began to move to the music. Well she remembered thinking it wasn't quite mutual movement. It was more he was moving her body and passing her through all the movements. Of course she had to follow him but it was he who moved her more than her moving herself. It was in a way intoxicating the fast movements and the look in his eyes. The way his hands touched her and he pulled her close. He was in no way groping her but there was a sexual aura all the same. After a few dances she made it obvious that she really needed to be going. He had a certain look in his eyes as he asked if she would come back the next night. She said she would think about it. But in truth it was easy for her. She came the next night and again after. His name was Alejandro and he lived in the area and worked on his family farm. However, he claimed to have bigger ambitions. He just didn't have the money to make a move to anywhere else. By the third night he made the move to kiss her and she let it happen. It was very much an experienced kiss and this she knew. They went for a walk in the warm streets with the stars out. He kissed her again and his hands ran over her body gently touching certain places. He had a touch that just made her think "Latin Lover!" As if he knew just how to please a woman. Which maybe he did. But for Alejandro he saw what most people of his kind would have. The appeal of a foreign woman and everything that was different from what he was used to. And that is what truly appealed him. It was like a conquest to say he slept with an American woman. That night MaryBeth was sort of intoxicated in several senses. The alcohol, the dancing, the moon and stars, Alejandro's eyes and his kisses. His strong, but seemingly sensitive hands. So she invited him to her hotel because that is what she thought she wanted. And they made love or had sex really is what it was. It was so raw and so intense unlike anybody she had ever been with. The way he touched her so firm and so strong. But it wasn't like he hurt her or forced himself on her. He was just such an intense lover with his movements and his power. She felt herself almost being violated, however she loved the feeling. She was so caught up in the whole sensations and intensity of the act. The way she felt as if she was constantly building up and having an orgasm the entire time. After that night they kept on meeting and the intensity of it all continued for a few weeks. She was totally overwhelmed by him and the sex. Alejandro also had his feelings. He was in control he thought, and whenever he wanted having sex with this American woman, and making all his friends jealous. It wasn't until two weeks later when she was to return to the United States that things changed for him. She explained she needed to go home and hand in her thesis and get her degree. That she thought she loved him and she didn't want to leave. Alejandro didn't have to think hard to see a way out of this problem and the misery that he considered his life to be. So he said take me with you and marry me please. And then he kissed her in a way that she just had to say yes. And with that they were off to the USA. It was all down hill from there. Once they got married he changed. All her family had been quite surprised when she just brought him home like that. This man from the mountains in the third world. Alejandro seemed to just take to his new life. MaryBeth was hired to teach and he liked the prestige her job allowed them as well as the money and the freedom of the USA. He found odd jobs to do, but his work ethic started to slack. And MaryBeth soon saw his ambitions if there were any were limited and lacking. He became lazy and sometimes harsh when she would question him about that fact. And whenever he was at the college she would notice him glancing at all the young girls. It was all too obvious and she hated that. And their time in bed also had changed. She felt as if he was more doing it to release his stress. Or perhaps it was also that the intoxication of it all began to wear off. She wanted tender lovemaking but that was not how he was. And she had managed to get pregnant and that was even worse. He never really wanted a child and the distance between them grew and the fighting started. They had never been able to resolve those conflicts. And now there was this trip. And what good would it do? She had serious doubts. She thought it was a waste of money considering she probably wouldn't even enjoy herself under the circumstances. And in Hawaii of all the places she hated to think of such a romantic setting lost. However, they dropped off Erin, their little girl, at grandma's house and headed off to the airport. It was time to grin and bear it she thought. Go through the motions and then break it to him afterwards. As MaryBeth's plane took off Christopher had already touched down and him and his friends were settling into their hotel rooms. The resort was amazing to them and they were living it up in style. Each of them had worked a lot over the summer and as students were able to get cheap rates. Christopher wanted this trip to be as wonderful as he always imagined this island would be. He only wished that MaryBeth could have been there by his side to walk along the beach and look over the expansive ocean. He knew that if he did not stop those thoughts it would ruin the time he had here. But thinking of her had become something he just did without really noticing it or being able to control. He would just try and have a good time he decided and that was that. She may not have been there with him, but that didn't mean she had to ruin his vacation. After the bags were unpacked Christopher and his friends spent the day relaxing on the beach and swimming. Later that night MaryBeth and her husband unknowingly arrived at the same resort and checked into their room. MaryBeth extremely tired decided she was going to shower and get in bed. Her husband threw his bags on the floor and headed off to the bar for a nightcap. MaryBeth slowly stripped her clothes off as the water heated up and the steam filled the shower coating the door. She stepped in and the hot water felt refreshing against her stiff body. She needed to loosen up from that long plane ride. She lathered up the hotel bath sponge with the body wash they provided. She slowly rubbed it all over body covering herself with the smooth white substance. Then she dropped the sponge and slowly began to run her hands over her body. She closed her eyes and began to massage her breasts running her fingers around her sensitive nipples. She imagined that Christopher was there with her touching her and kissing her in the way that only he knew how. Then she ran her hands lower and pushed a finger inside of her wetness. She began to play with herself there at first slowly but then faster moaning to herself. She began to move her hips back and forth imagining that she was riding her lover. She gasped for breath and she climaxed and she collapsed against the wall. Then she washed her hair and climbed into bed. She usually wore a nightgown of some sort, but it felt so nice to be naked and she drifted off to sleep without a second thought imagining Christopher's arms around her. It was about 1:00 am and at the bar MaryBeth's husband was being cut off from drinking. He had already had one too many and the bartender told him enough was enough. In his stupor he looked around and noticed a sexy young local woman with dark skin. He walked over and sat next to her. He tried to start up a conversation but she ignored him. Mumbling and babbling he tried to pick her up, but she got up to walk away. He stood up and grabbed her ass squeezing it in his hands. She slapped him across the face so hard that it stung and left a red mark. But, he hardly cared because he was so horny he did not know what to do with himself. Him and his wife had not really been communicating lately and he could not get her to give him any either. It was about 2:00 am when he finally stumbled back to his hotel room. He saw his wife sleeping and knew it would be wrong to wake her. With the tight young girl still on his mind he walked into the bathroom. He masturbated pretending that he was ravishing this girl who in his thoughts wanted him more than anything. Then he collapsed onto the bed and passed out not to wake until morning. When the sun rose Christopher and his friends were up and ready for a day of exercise and excitement hiking around a volcano that lie on the outer edges of the island. Christopher was excited about this because seeing volcanoes was something he had grown to love while he was in Central America. They hiked as far up as they could go and ate lunch and enjoyed the forest and the wildlife. Meanwhile back at the resort MaryBeth woke very refreshed next to her hung over husband. She could still smell the horrid stench of alcohol on his breath. But soon enough he awoke determined to spend the day with his wife hoping that quality time would fix things between them. He walked out onto the deck outside their room where MaryBeth was sitting on a lounge chair reading a book. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight tank top blouse taking in the sun's rays. Most men would have noticed how amazing and sensual she looked there with her well-shaped legs glistening in the sun. However, he was so sexually frustrated that all he could think of was how he wanted to take control of her right there on the deck. He sat down next to her and began to run his hands up her legs and her skirt. She pushed him away and stood up to walk back inside he took her hand and said we will go eat breakfast now and start our day. The restaurant was a nice open-air hut with a buffet of eggs and waffles and fruit and anything you could want. During the meal MaryBeth sat bored stiff as her husband recounted how they were going to spend the day playing golf and having lunch and then maybe another 18 holes. "Golf is what he planned for a romantic get away?" She thought. He had no class and no idea what she needed it was quite pathetic. But, this week had been his idea and she had promised herself to try and enjoy this island as much as possible. So they headed off to the course to play but it was more of a nice ride in the cart. MaryBeth's husband tried to show her the proper swing but he himself was so far over par. However, he was too selfish to notice and felt he was playing like a pro. It was early evening when Christopher and his friends returned to the resort for dinner. They enjoyed a nice meal and then decided to hang out at the beach. They talked and watched the sunset and listened to the waves crashing against the shore. At this same time MaryBeth and her husband were finishing up their dinner. MaryBeth just wanted to escape this awful situation in which her husband was knocking back his beers like they were glasses of water and babbling nonsense. Once she became disgusted by the fact that he was completely drunk she got up and tried to leave. He latched onto her asking her to go back to the room with him. She figured she would take him back and then take a walk on the beach. When they got to the room she tried to lay him down on the bed. He grabbed her and kissed her and pushed her down onto the bed. She tried to get him off but he held her still. "Come on baby," he said. "You used to like it this way, nice and rough." She tried once again to fight him, but he was too strong and too big. She then lay motionless as he pulled apart the buttons on her shirt, yanked her skirt down and ripped off her panties. He undid his pants and as she heard his zipper she closed her eyes because she did not want to see the look in his eyes. He shoved himself into her and began to thrust as hard as he could. He grabbed onto her breasts squeezing them painfully while he ripped into her. She could feel the pain fill her body as he pounded into her and she felt as if she was going to suffocate. Then he began to moan loudly. "Oh man isn't it so good baby?" He whispered into her ear as he continued to force himself on her. Then he swelled up and she felt him release his fluids inside of her. Feeling his limp cock slide out of her MaryBeth pushed him aside and he just lay there with a sick grin on his face. MaryBeth grabbed up her clothes on the floor and ran outside to the deck with tears streaming down her face. As she dressed she could not believe what her husband had just done. She knew how he was and how his reasoning worked. Tomorrow he would tell her that as his wife it was one of her duties to give herself to him whenever he wanted. He had the macho man mentality that women were meant to be submissive no matter what. Christopher's friends all wanted to go to the resort club and dance, but he was not in the mood for that so he decided to stay on the beach alone. He needed sometime to himself and he loved to just look at the stars. He walked along the water's edge looking up at the stars and the moon shining bright. MaryBeth came running onto the beach escaping the terror of her room where her husband lay most likely with that grin, still plastered on his face. She collapsed in the sand and began to sob. She curled up holding herself and shaking with fear. At this moment Christopher heard what sounded like whimpering and noticed the figure of a woman huddled in the sand. He slowly approached to offer his help when he realized that it was MaryBeth. Even though her face was buried in her chest he knew it was she. He recognized her hair and her legs and her beautiful hands that were clenched around her knees. "What did he do to her this time," he wondered. "What was she doing here?" The chances of them being at the same resort at the same time were slim to none, but that was not on Christopher's mind at the time. He knelt down beside his love who was obviously scared and wrapped his arms around her. MaryBeth jumped, but he held onto her. "It's ok," he said. "I am here now." She turned around at the sound of that voice she knew all to well. He was here she could not believe her eyes, but she needed him so much and he was here. She buried her face into his chest and held onto him as if her life depended on it. He held her gently and let her cry. Forbidden Lovers A Holiday Retreat After much time had passed Christopher lifted MaryBeth's head and wiped the tears from under her eyes. He kissed her on the forehead and pulled her closer to him. All she could think of was how safe she felt in his arms. It was almost like nothing bad could happen because he would protect her. With this feeling she fell asleep in his arms nestled close to the man who she truly loved and was destined to be with. As she drifted off to sleep she felt so calm and secure and she knew it was time to end things with her husband. It was time to be with Christopher forever. Christopher sat there watching her peacefully sleeping in his arms. He was happy that he had been able to relax and comfort his love. He knew much like MaryBeth that it was time for them and that he was not going to leave her anymore. They would have to tell many people and some might not understand but they could handle that. Soon he lied back on the sand and fell asleep still holding close the woman he loved. At the first sign of the sun rising above the ocean Christopher awoke and realized he was still on the beach and had not returned to his room last night. His friends were probably worried, but they would have an explanation soon enough. He looked down and MaryBeth was still sound asleep in his arms. He hated to wake her, but he knew that they should not be found on the beach like this. He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips and whispered, "wake up honey," into her ear. MaryBeth opened her eyes and saw Christopher smiling down at her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled herself up kissing him sweet good morning. "You're here," she said. "It was not just a dream." "That's right I am here," He said. "What had you so upset my love?" he asked her. "What did your husband do this time?" "It's not important," she said. You are here with me and that is all that matters. "No I want to know because I love you and I want to be with you and that means protecting you," he said. So please tell me. She tried to remember and it was all just a haze, but she could see him overtop of her holding her still while he thrust into her. "My husband." "Last night." She stumbled over her words. "You can tell me it is ok," He said. "Well, I didn't want to but he forced me I tried but he, oh god it hurt so much," she said almost crying. "That bastard," Christopher shouted. He grabbed MaryBeth's room key that had fallen out of her pocket during the night and stormed off. She stood up and ran after him begging him not to do this. She caught up to him as he reached the room and was opening the door. She grabbed onto him and trying to restrain him, but he was too strong. Christopher noticed a man out on the deck and assumed it was his target. He opened the door and walked out with MaryBeth still clinging onto him. "So this is where you have been?" Shouted her husband. "Who is he?" Christopher stepped over to this man who he now hated with a passion. He yanked him off of his chair and threw him against the wall. Alejandro tried to regain his composure but he was not quick enough. Christopher stepped forward again and raised his fist pounding it against Alejandro's face. "Stop that please," begged MaryBeth. Christopher listened this time and did not raise his fist again. MaryBeth's husband rose from the floor and wiped the blood away from his face. There was a sick look in his eyes almost deranged. "Explain yourself," he barked at MaryBeth. "What the hell is going on?" "She doesn't have to explain anything to an invalid like you," shouted Christopher. "No I have to do this, I owe him that much," MaryBeth continued. She explained to her husband how the passion had gone out of their marriage a long time ago and how she had met Christopher. How he loved her and she loved him and how she had planned to tell him everything after the trip and how Christopher's being here was just a coincidence. She then said it was over she wanted a divorce so she could move on. Her husband stared at her and began to spurt reasons for why he was not going to give her up. "You are my wife and you belong to me and not him," He started. "I got a taste of what I have been missing last night and I have to admit I was more then pleased." "That tight body, those cute firm breasts and that sweet little pussy." "I realized I don't want to give that up and in fact I could go for some more right now." "Come here baby," he said walking toward MaryBeth. As he reached for her Christopher stepped in front of her. Her husband became angry and took a swing at Christopher. He ducked and managed to counter attack with a swift jab to the chest knocking his opponent to the floor. Then he took MaryBeth's hand and they ran off to find refuge somewhere else. They were unsure of where they could go at this time of day where they could be alone. Eventually they made their way down to the far end of the resort where the Hot Springs lay. Since it was early morning and it was almost deserted. Most people frequented that part of the resort at night. There was this one pool that lay off to the side of the rest up the hill. Christopher led MaryBeth and they sneaked in the side on the ledge underneath the small man made waterfall. She seemed very upset and she was rambling on. About how her husband had never acted that way before and she was scared and how where they going to fix things. He held her close and told her that everything was going to be all right. That they would get a lawyer and force him to except the fact that the marriage was over. MaryBeth felt comforted by the fact that the man she loved was willing to protect her and to do whatever it took to ensure that she was happy. She kissed him passionately and lovingly showing him that she wanted him. He took her into his arms as he continued to kiss her. The water fell all around them and the steam from the springs rose making the heat intense. They made love in this beautiful paradise like environment and it was just like Christopher had always imagined. This time they went slower enjoying every little movement and every moment. Christopher ran his hands over her entire body as he kissed her paying attention to all of MaryBeth's beautiful parts. He rubbed her entire body massaging everywhere removing the tension from her body. Then he began to kiss her neck and move to her breasts. MaryBeth arched her neck enjoying the sensation, which she so loved. Christopher kept at this for a good few minutes letting his lover enjoy the feeling for a prolonged period of time. They continued to kiss each other passionately as their bodies became entwined. Once again he was inside of her and MaryBeth could feel him growing and pulsating and she loved the feeling. The heat was intense as they rolled around at times allowing the waterfall to run over their bodies. Christopher moved slowly pumping himself up and down taking his time and letting the tension build up. Although, they had been together before this time felt different for the both of them. MaryBeth felt like she was making love and it was so wonderful and such a long time in coming. She could not remember the last time that she had experienced emotions that were this strong. Christopher also had the feeling that he was making real and true love for the first time in his life. He had been with girls before, but MaryBeth was different she was a woman unlike any he had ever known. When they had finished they laid there together for a while holding each other and enjoying the magic of this perfect moment. Their bodies were still hot and recovering not to mention exhausted from the passion they had just shared. Meanwhile Christopher's friends had given up being worried. They knew their friend and that he would resurface when he was good and ready. They had all noticed that since he had returned home for break that something was going on with him. They had no idea what it was and he would not talk to them. They just had noticed that he had wanted more space and alone time then usual. They wanted this trip to relax him and help him, but it did not seem to be working. So they decided to go ahead with their plans for the day and catch up with Christopher later. They left him a note saying that they had rented a ski boat for a few hours and that they would try and call him. Back in his room MaryBeth's husband tended to his wounds. His nose had stopped bleeding, but it was all swollen and he held an ice pack to his face to stop the swelling. He also had a small black eye, but at least the pain in his chest had subsided. Keeping a hold of his wife was not going to be as easy as he had first thought. She seemed determined to be done with him and moreover her new lover was quite skilled when it came to protecting her. He really thought it was his right to keep his property. In his mind MaryBeth belonged to him the same way his car did or the clothes he was wearing. However, he was going to have to take a different approach to avoid another beating. He was unsure of his plan, but he was not ready to sign divorce papers and just hand her over. That night he had taken control of her had felt too good and he wanted more. He decided he could always play the daughter card using the family unit as his basis of argument. MaryBeth and Christopher arose from their sanctuary under the waterfall and walked hand in hand to one of the resort's restaurants that overlooked the ocean. They ordered some lunch and discussed what came next for them and how they were going to handle her husband. "You heard what he said," she stated. "He is not going to give up so easily." "Well when you file for divorce and say that he forced himself on you he will have no choice," Christopher said. "But we have to dig out all the dirt on him and spare nothing because our affair needs to seem justifiable." "I know," she continued. "He has been quite negligent for years now so I don't they think we will have a problem." After lunch they took a walk on the beach and MaryBeth called her lawyer telling him that to prepare the papers for her return and they she was really going to go through with it this time. She had threatened divorce before, but until now she had never had the initiative. Now she did thanks to Christopher and he was all the reason she needed. The two of them spent the day together swimming and relaxing on the beach building sand castles and just being carefree for as long as they could. Once evening came they decided it was time that they tried once again to face MaryBeth's husband. They decided that they would ask him to just leave and go home a day early. Christopher would exchange tickets with him whether he liked it or not. Then MaryBeth could have one more day to spend alone with Christopher before the two of them would return together to face the drama that lie ahead. Of course MaryBeth's husband did not agree to this easily. However they sat him down and explained to him that he did not have a choice. That if he did not cooperate that Christopher would have to give him another beating and he knew he wanted to avoid that. So he decided that he would just do what they wanted this time. When his wife got home he would lay down the law when they had some time alone. He would have her again and show her that she belonged to him and with him. That decided the next morning Christopher threw the bags out of MaryBeth's room her husband followed off to the airport leaving them alone. Christopher phoned his friends telling them that he was ok and they should go ahead home without him and he would be leaving tomorrow. He told them he would explain everything when he got home. He hung up the phone and took MaryBeth into his arms. They danced around the room feeling quite free. The feeling that her husband knew and they were not sneaking around was liberating to MaryBeth. She was ready to tell everyone to shout out to the world that she loved Christopher and they were going to be together. Together they walked hand in hand to a remote part of the beach where Christopher laid out a blanket and took out a basket he had filled with a picnic breakfast. They sat together, laughing and smiling and enjoying the morning air. Christopher took MaryBeth into his arms and held her close smelling her sweet scent. As his arms wrapped around her MaryBeth felt a sense of peace and security envelop her. They kissed each other over and over again their tongues dancing as their lips locked. But this time they did not make love they just wanted to enjoy their time together while it lasted. Their last day in paradise was spent exploring the ins and outs of the island swimming in the ocean near the waterfall. They rode horse back across the beach and watched the sunset. It was a gorgeous site to see an intense bright red a seeming representation of the love and passion that they felt for each other at that moment. It was so perfect and neither of them wanted it to end. But they knew it had to and would. Together they rose hand in hand and walked to dinner. That night they soaked in the Hot Springs to relax their bodies. Later in the privacy of their room the two lovers explored each other's bodies once again. Christopher always found something new that he loved about MaryBeth as well as a part of her body that gave her pleasure. They touched each other gently running their hands all over enjoying the feel and texture of all their parts. They kissed each other on the lips first but then elsewhere as well. Letting their lips caress every inch of their already sweaty bodies. They then became one as Christopher entered MaryBeth and slowly began to pleasure her. They rolled around in the soft sheets for most of the night until they grew tired. Then he took his love into his arms and curled up beside her. She rested herself against his warm body as they both fell asleep. The next morning Christopher awoke before MaryBeth, as was usually the case. He glanced over at the clock and seeing it said 6:00 am was relieved that they had plenty of time to make their mid-day flight. He stayed in bed for a good 15 minutes just watching his love asleep curled up in his arms. Then he arose and walked out to the deck looking out at the ocean as the sun was just rising shining its light on the already beautiful view. A few moments later MaryBeth awoke and rolled over reaching out for her lover. She jumped up confused when he was not in arms reach. However, she calmed down as she saw him through the glass doors standing outside on the deck. She threw on her silk robe tying it loosely and she walked out onto the deck. She wrapped her arms around Christopher and kissed his neck. "Good Morning my dear," he said. "Good Morning," she also said. He turned to face her and kissed her lovingly. He thought she looked so erotic in her robe there in the morning sun. He ran his hands all over her allowing the smooth silk to rub slightly against her body. Then he untied her strap opening her robe. He began to kiss her neck working down in between her breasts. He took them into his hands and gently rubbed them. Next he kissed them and circled his tongue around her nipples. MaryBeth moaned softly enjoying the sensation as she ran her hands down taking a hold of Christopher's hardening cock. They played with each other for a while. "I love you so much," Christopher said. "I love you too," she said and "I want you so much right now." "I want you more than anything," he said. "But, we don't have the time." "I need some satisfaction," she continued. "I can't wait." With that Christopher kneeled down and began to kiss and rub her thighs. He then took a firm hold of her beautiful ass and pulled her close. He began to lick and kiss her pussy at first slowly, but then quickly. MaryBeth moved her hips to meet him as she let her hands play with her hard nipples. Christopher moved faster and faster until MaryBeth gasped with her orgasm as her juices streamed onto her lover's face. "Satisfied?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "Thank you." "I would do more," he said. But, we really should be going. "I know," she added. Then they dressed and collected their belongings and headed off to the airport. To board the plane that would take them away from this paradise and back to the lives and people they knew. There was no more putting it off. They would have to face everyone and explain everything. Christopher only hoped that everyone in both of their lives would understand. MaryBeth was only worried about her husband and what he had planned for her return. She knew others would understand in time, but he could ruin everything. However, she knew that together her and Christopher could handle anything and they would.