M rested on a lounger outside the hotel where she's spending her 2-years anniversary with her husband. She’s sunbathing, wearing only a black bikini and a brown summer skirt.

“Sorry honey, it's my manager” her husband said, checking his phone. She gave him a puppy eyes look.

“I’ll be back soon” he said, giving her a peck on the lips and leaving.

M sighed and closed her eyes again, trying to relax.

Unable to fully relax, M opened her eyes and noticed a guy - age in his late 20, medium build, black hair - by the swimming pool, staring at her, and she gave him a playful expression like to say "what do you want from me?"

The guy exited the pool, wearing nothing but his wet swimsuit and approachesld her.

“Hi… you're M, right?”

“Yeah! And you are…”

“...Richard” they shoke hands.

“Can I sit down?”

“Of course” she replied, smiling.

Richard grabbed the nearest lounger and movesld it close to M’s before sitting. He explained he's a huge fan, and she enjoyed the conversation. They briefly talked about all her major roles and they each picked their favorite.

“Hey M… I have something to ask you” he then picked up his phone. “You and me?”

“Yeah, sure!” She smiled. They got closer, faces looking at the camera, and he took a pic.

“A different one?” He then asked.

“What… what do you mean?”

He mimics a kiss with his lips. “A small one… here” he pointed at his left cheek.

“Uuum… okay” she's a bit surprised by the request but she agreed nevertheless.

She pressed her lips against his cheek while he takes another picture.

The warmth of the sun lingered on M's lips as she pulled back from Richard's cheek, a faint flush creeping across her cheeks despite the playful nature of the moment. The scent of chlorine and sunscreen mingled in the air, and the distant hum of hotel guests chatting by the bar only heightened the intimate bubble they'd created. Richard lowered his phone with a satisfied grin, his dark eyes sparkling with something more than mere fandom, and she couldn't ignore the subtle pull of attraction in the way his wet hair clung to his forehead, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw.

"Hey M," he said, leaning in slightly, his voice low and inviting, "how about we take a dip in the pool together? It'd be fun to cool off." She smiled, tilting her head with a teasing arch of her brow, her brown eyes meeting his. "Aren't you getting a little too forward? I should remind you—I'm married." Richard chuckled, his medium build shifting as he gestured casually toward the sparkling water. "Come on, I just want to spend some time with my favorite celebrity. Nothing more." The sincerity in his tone, laced with that boyish charm, made her pulse quicken just a touch, and after a moment's hesitation, she nodded, standing up and letting her brown summer skirt slip to the lounger. They moved to the pool's edge, the cool tiles underfoot a contrast to the heat building between them, and with a shared laugh, dove in together—the splash echoing as the water enveloped them in refreshing embrace.

Beneath the surface, the world blurred into shimmering blues and greens, and as they resurfaced, M felt the brush of his arm against hers, sending a spark of unexpected electricity through her. Richard's smile was warm, genuine, drawing her into easy conversation again about her roles while droplets traced paths down his chest. Yet in the back of her mind, a flicker of guilt mingled with the thrill, the anniversary ring on her finger a quiet reminder as the afternoon sun cast golden hues over their shared moment.

The water rippled around them as playful splashes erupted from Richard's hands, sending cool arcs cascading over M's shoulders and drawing a surprised laugh from her lips. She retaliated with equal vigor, her fingers cutting through the surface to drench his chest, the droplets clinging to the light dusting of hair there and tracing paths down toward the waistband of his trunks. Their game intensified, bodies twisting and turning in the shallow end until a misstep sent her forward, her bare skin sliding against his as she tumbled directly into his arms. Richard caught her firmly, his hands gripping her waist with a possessive warmth that sent heat blooming low in her belly despite the chill of the water.

"You're incredible, M," he murmured against her ear, his voice husky with admiration. "Not just as an actress—those roles you play, the way you command every scene—but physically too. God, the way you move, the curve of your body, it's been driving me wild since I saw you on that lounger." His words hung in the air like the scent of wet skin and chlorine, and before she could fully process them, his mouth claimed hers in a deep, insistent kiss. The taste of him—salt and faint traces of mint—flooded her senses, his tongue teasing hers with a hunger that made her nipples tighten against the thin fabric of her swimsuit top.

She froze for a heartbeat, the weight of her anniversary ring pressing against her finger like an anchor, and pulled back just enough to whisper, her voice trembling with conflict. "Richard... I'm married. My husband could come back at any moment." The admission lingered between them, laced with the guilt that tightened her chest even as her pulse raced with forbidden electricity. But the pull was too strong; her hands rose of their own accord, fingers threading into his wet hair as she surged forward to recapture his lips, devouring him with a passion that matched his own. Their mouths moved feverishly, tongues tangling and breaths mingling in wet, desperate collisions, while their bare feet brushed and sought each other on the pool's tiled floor, toes curling and interlocking in silent urgency.

Without breaking the kiss, Richard guided them toward the steps, water streaming from their bodies as they climbed out in a tangle of limbs and shared heat. They stumbled to the lounger, her back meeting the warm fabric where she'd lounged earlier, and he followed her down, his weight settling partially over her without pause. His lips trailed from her mouth to the sensitive line of her neck, sucking gently at the pulse point there before descending to her shoulders, teeth grazing the strap of her top as his hands roamed her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. M arched into him, a soft moan escaping as guilt warred with the thrill coursing through her veins, her skin alive under his touch and her core aching with the intensity of their connection.

She felt his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh, the hard length of his cock straining through his trunks and sending sparks of desire straight to her pussy, which throbbed in response, already slick with more than just pool water. Her fingers dug into his back, pulling him closer as he alternated those kisses—mouth claiming hers again with bruising fervor, then back to her neck where he nipped and soothed, shoulders bared as he tugged her top lower. The sun warmed their damp skin, heightening every sensation, yet the distant sounds of the hotel only amplified the risk, making her heart pound with a mix of fear and exhilaration that left her breathless and wanting more.

Richard's hands slid up her sides with deliberate slowness, fingers hooking under the thin straps of her bikini top before he tugged the fabric down in one smooth motion, exposing her full tits to the warm air. Her nipples hardened instantly in the open, and he wasted no time lowering his mouth to them, tongue flicking wetly over one stiff peak before sucking it deep between his lips, the obscene sound of his mouth working her flesh mixing with her sharp gasp. He lavished attention there, teeth grazing lightly as he switched to the other breast, leaving glistening trails of saliva across her skin while his hands kneaded the soft mounds, thumbs circling the swollen tips until M arched beneath him, her breath hitching into a low moan. The guilt still flickered in her chest, but the wet heat of his tongue on her sensitive flesh sent fresh waves of arousal straight to her cunt, making her thighs part instinctively around his hips.

He dragged his lips lower after that, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the center of her belly, tongue dipping into her navel before continuing south, pausing to nip at the soft skin just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms. His palms roamed outward, caressing her hips and then sliding down the length of her legs, spreading them wider on the lounger as he kissed along her inner thighs, the stubble on his jaw scraping deliciously against her damp skin. M trembled when he reached her calves, then lifted one foot to press his tongue flat against the sensitive sole, licking slowly from heel to toe before sucking each toe into his mouth one by one, the wet suction making her pussy clench and drip. The public setting only sharpened every sensation—the distant chatter of other guests, the possibility of someone glancing over to see her half-naked and writhing under him—yet she couldn't bring herself to stop him yet, her body betraying her with every shiver and soft whimper.

When his fingers finally hooked into the sides of her bikini bottoms, ready to peel them away, M tensed and placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice shaky as she whispered, "Richard... maybe we should stop. This is too much, even if... even if you're making me feel so good." Her cheeks burned with the admission, the words tasting hollow even as her body throbbed with need, her exposed tits rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. Richard looked up at her, eyes dark with lust, his voice low and rough as he pressed a slow kiss to the inside of her thigh. "That's what makes it hotter though, isn't it? Being out here where anyone could walk by and see me licking your tits, tasting every inch of you, spreading you open right under the sun. The risk of getting caught at any second—fuck, it's got my cock throbbing so hard."

His words hit her like a spark to dry tinder, melting the last thread of resistance. M surged up to kiss him again, voraciously, her tongue thrusting deep into his mouth with desperate hunger, tasting herself on his lips as she moaned into the wet collision. She tugged at his hair, pulling him closer while her other hand fumbled with the ties at her hips, silently urging him on. Richard groaned against her mouth and yanked the bikini bottoms down her legs in one fluid motion, leaving her completely naked on the lounger, the cool air kissing her slick pussy lips and making her shiver with raw exposure. His eyes devoured the sight of her bare cunt, already glistening with arousal, before he settled back between her spread thighs, hands gripping her knees to hold her open wider.

He leaned in to resume his slow exploration, tongue tracing the crease where her thigh met her hip before moving inward, the tip just barely grazing her swollen outer lips as M's fingers tightened in his hair. Her nipples ached from the earlier attention, still wet and stiff in the breeze, while the knowledge that they were partially hidden only by the angle of the lounger and scattered plants sent fresh wetness trickling from her entrance. Richard's breath ghosted hot over her pussy as he spoke against it, voice thick, "Look at you, all bare and dripping for me out here. I could spend hours like this, tasting every fold." His tongue finally dragged flat and slow up her slit, collecting her juices with a hungry sound that made her hips buck. She could feel his own arousal pressing hard against the lounger, the outline of his thick cock straining visibly in his trunks, precum likely soaking the fabric from how worked up the public risk had made him.

Richard's tongue dragged flat and slow up her slit, collecting her juices with a hungry sound that made her hips buck, and then he sealed his mouth over her swollen cunt, sucking hard on her slick folds while two thick fingers plunged knuckle-deep into her dripping pussy. The wet, obscene squelch of his fingers pumping in and out filled the air as his tongue lashed her clit in tight circles, sucking the sensitive nub between his lips with filthy, slurping noises that made her thighs quake. M bit down on her own wrist, clamping her hand over her mouth to muffle the scream of pleasure building in her throat, her muffled whimpers vibrating against her palm while fresh cream coated his thrusting digits and dripped down the crack of her ass.

He worked her open with relentless rhythm, fingers curling to stroke that spongy spot inside her cunt that made her vision blur, all while his mouth devoured her pussy like he was starving, tongue fucking into her alongside his fingers before sucking her labia with loud, wet pulls. Her free hand clawed at the lounger, back arching as her nipples tightened painfully in the open air, the risk of discovery making every slick thrust of his hand feel ten times more intense. Richard groaned into her folds, the vibration shooting straight through her core, and only when her legs started shaking uncontrollably did he finally lift his glistening mouth, chin shiny with her arousal.

Panting, he stood just long enough to hook his thumbs into his trunks and shove them down, his thick cock springing free, veined and flushed dark, the head glistening with precum that stretched in a thin strand to the fabric. Completely naked now, he knelt between her spread thighs again, one hand stroking his shaft slowly from base to tip as he looked down at her exposed body. "You ready for this, M?" he rasped, voice rough with need. Her answer came out breathless, desperate, her eyes locked on his throbbing dick: "Yes... God, yes. Fuck me. Please, fuck me right here."

Richard leaned over her, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss that sucked her tongue between his lips, their saliva mixing in hot, messy strokes as he positioned the blunt head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed forward in one slow, relentless thrust, stretching her pussy wide around his girth until his balls rested flush against her ass, both of them groaning into the kiss. Buried to the hilt inside her, he began to move, hips rolling in deep, measured strokes that dragged every inch of his cock along her clenching walls, the wet sounds of their fucking growing louder with each thrust. His face pressed into the curve of her shoulder, breathing hot against her skin, while she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tighter, nails raking down his spine as she urged him deeper.

Nothing else existed now—no ring on her finger, no husband, no public space where anyone could catch them. Her cunt squeezed greedily around him, slick and fluttering with every powerful drive of his hips, her juices coating his balls and dripping onto the lounger. Richard grunted filthy encouragement against her neck—"That's it, take every inch of this cock, your married pussy feels so fucking good"—and she answered with broken moans, "Harder... don't stop, fill me up," their voices low and ragged as the lounger creaked beneath them. The camera of the moment lingered on their bare feet tangled at the end of the lounger, toes flexing and curling against each other in time with the wet slap of skin on skin, their bodies fused and rocking in raw, urgent rhythm while obscene murmurs and guttural moans spilled between them.

Richard's thrusts began to slow, each deliberate roll of his hips dragging the full length of his thick cock through her slick, clenching walls with agonizing precision, the wet suction of her married cunt gripping him tighter as if reluctant to let go. His breath grew heavier against her neck, hot and ragged, while his hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he ground deeper on the final few strokes before easing to a complete stop, his cock buried to the hilt and throbbing inside her. M whimpered at the sudden stillness, her pussy fluttering around his girth, juices trickling out around the base to soak his balls where they pressed against her.

With a low groan, Richard withdrew slowly, his cock sliding free from her dripping hole with a lewd, wet sound, strands of her arousal stretching between them before breaking. He shifted back just enough to lie flat on the lounger, the sun warming his bare chest and stomach as he guided her with firm hands. M moved between his spread legs, her eyes locked on his glistening shaft standing rigid and flushed, veins pulsing along its length. She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking him in long, twisting pumps that spread her own slickness up and down, her thumb circling the swollen head to smear the fresh bead of precum leaking from the slit.

Her strokes grew firmer, twisting on each upstroke as she leaned in, parting her lips to take him into her mouth. The thick head stretched her lips wide, salty and musky on her tongue as she sank down, inch by inch, until the tip nudged the back of her throat and triggered a sharp tingling that made her eyes water. She pushed further, swallowing around him until her nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base, her throat convulsing and spasming around the intrusion while Richard let out deep, guttural moans that vibrated through his chest. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down his shaft in shiny rivulets as she held him there, throat working and gagging softly, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping every throbbing inch.

When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, a thick strand of spit connected her swollen lips to his cock, leaving it even wetter and slicker, shiny under the sunlight. The sight sent a fresh rush of heat straight to her core, her pussy clenching emptily as she turned around, swinging one leg over his hips to face away from him. She reached down, gripping his cock to line it up with her entrance, then sank down in one smooth motion, impaling herself fully on his length until her ass settled against his pelvis. In reverse cowgirl, the new angle drove him impossibly deep—M felt every ridge and vein stretching her inner walls in a fresh, intense pressure that made her gasp, her clit throbbing with each inch claimed, a wave of fullness radiating through her core while her thighs trembled from the stretch. Richard's view from below was exquisite: the curve of her ass cheeks spread wide, her puckered hole winking above where his cock disappeared into her slick folds, her back arched and spine glistening with sweat under the sun. He groaned at the tight, velvety grip enveloping him anew, the heat of her pussy clenching rhythmically around his shaft as if milking him, her juices already dripping down to coat his balls in warm rivulets. For M, the sensation was overwhelming—the head of his cock nudged against her G-spot with every subtle shift, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine, her nipples tightening further in the open air as she adjusted to the depth that bordered on too much. Richard's hands gripped her hips possessively, feeling the flex of her muscles as she began to move, his own breath hitching at the sight of her ass bouncing and the wet sounds of their joining.

The rhythm ignited instantly, her hips rising and falling in frantic bounces while Richard thrust upward to meet each descent, his cock slamming into her with wet, slapping impacts that echoed across the lounger. His large hands clamped hard onto her ass cheeks, fingers digging in possessively, spreading them apart and squeezing the flesh as he pulled her down onto him harder with every thrust. M rode him with wild abandon, her tits bouncing freely, nipples stiff in the air, her juices coating his cock and balls in a messy sheen with each squelching plunge. All thoughts of her husband, the ring on her finger, or the risk of being seen melted away, leaving only the raw, forbidden ecstasy of this wrong, dangerous, and utterly thrilling fuck that consumed her completely.

M's frantic bounces gradually slowed, her hips rolling in languid circles as her thighs quivered from the relentless effort, the slick grip of her pussy clinging to every veined inch of his cock with wet, sucking resistance. She came to a trembling halt, both of them panting heavily, sweat-slicked skin glistening under the sun while his thick shaft throbbed deep inside her, her inner walls fluttering around him in desperate pulses. With a shaky breath, she lifted herself off his length, a thick strand of her arousal and his precum stretching between her swollen cunt lips and the flushed head of his cock before snapping as she stood. Richard followed her lead, and they shifted without a word, M easing onto her back on the lounger, legs spreading wide to welcome him between them once more. He settled over her, his medium build pressing down, the head of his cock nudging her slick entrance again as he pushed forward in one steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her drenched pussy that swallowed every millimeter with greedy, squelching ease, the mix of her squirt and his leaking precum turning their joining into a slippery, natural glide.

Their breaths came short and ragged, chests heaving as they hovered on the edge of release, neither willing to stop despite the intensity building in their cores. M wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him flush against her so her full tits pressed into his chest, nipples scraping deliciously over his skin with each movement. The rhythm resumed with wild urgency, his hips snapping forward in deep, pounding strokes that drove his cock into her soaked depths again and again, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air alongside the squelch of his shaft plunging through her clenching walls. Her bare feet lifted to brush against his from above, soles sliding and toes intertwining in a tender, intimate tangle at the foot of the lounger while he fucked her with increasing force, her juices coating his balls and dripping down to the fabric beneath them.

Richard's mouth found hers in heated kisses between thrusts, tongues sliding wetly as her pussy milked him tighter with every roll of his hips, her clit grinding against his pelvis on each descent. The public risk only heightened the fire, her body arching up to meet him as moans spilled from her throat, muffled against his lips. He groaned low, grinding deeper on a particularly hard thrust, his cock pulsing hotly inside her as they both teetered closer to the brink, sweat and arousal mingling in the heat.

Suddenly, her phone lit up on the nearby table, the screen pulsing with an incoming call, the name "sweetheart ❤️" flashing brightly. Without breaking their rhythm, both turned their heads to glance at it, the sight of her husband's name hanging in the charged air as his cock continued its relentless thrusts into her dripping cunt. M reached out blindly, silencing the call with a quick tap before flipping the device face down, the ignored ringtone leaving only the sounds of their fucking and ragged breaths. The interruption fueled them further, their mouths crashing together in a passionate, devouring kiss, tongues thrusting deep as they muffled frantic moans, bodies fused tighter while his cock pounded her slick folds without pause, the thrill of the ignored call making every wet slap and grind even more intensely erotic.

Their pace turned feral, his hips driving into her with powerful, urgent strokes that made her pussy spasm around his girth, her juices squirting faintly with each withdrawal only to be fucked back inside. M's nails raked down his back as she clung to him, her bare feet still brushing and curling against his at the lounger's end, toes flexing in time with their joined rhythm. The possibility that anyone—her husband included—might wander by and witness their naked forms locked together, her tits crushed to his chest, his thick cock stretching and penetrating her glistening vagina in explicit view, only sharpened the spiral of lust, pushing them deeper into the forbidden heat without a single thought of stopping.

Their bodies slammed together with increasing desperation, Richard's thick cock pistoning relentlessly into M's soaked cunt, the wet squelching sounds growing louder as her juices sprayed around his shaft with every brutal thrust. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered wildly around him, milking his veined length as he ground deep, his balls slapping heavily against her ass while her clit rubbed raw against his pubic bone. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her heaving tits, her nipples scraping against him as she moaned into his mouth, her tongue thrusting hungrily to match the rhythm of his hips. The lounger creaked under their weight, her bare feet still tangled with his at the end, toes curling tight as the pressure built unbearably in her core.

Richard's pace turned frantic, his cock swelling even thicker inside her dripping pussy as he pounded harder, deeper, each stroke forcing a fresh gush of her arousal to leak out around his girth. She felt him throb and pulse against her spasming walls, his breath hot and ragged against her neck as he grunted, "Fuck, M, I'm gonna cum—your married cunt's squeezing me so tight." Her own climax crashed over her first, her pussy contracting in rhythmic, vice-like pulses that squirted around his buried shaft, her thighs shaking violently while she clawed at his back and cried out into his shoulder. He thrust through her orgasm, burying himself to the root one final time as he came extremely deeply inside her.

Excess semen flooded out in thick, creamy spurts, painting her spread pussy lips, clit, and inner thighs in heavy white streaks that overflowed from her stretched entrance and trickled down toward her ass. M gasped at the sight, her body still twitching, and reached down with trembling fingers to scoop up a generous glob of the warm, sticky load from her glistening cunt. She brought it to her lips without hesitation, licking it slowly from her fingers with a low moan, the salty, musky taste coating her tongue as she savored every drop, her eyes locked on his as she sucked her digits clean. More cum continued to ooze from her well-fucked hole, and she gathered another dollop, spreading it across her tongue before swallowing with a satisfied hum, the obscene act sending a final shiver through her exposed body.

They lay there panting for a long moment, skin slick and overheated under the sun, before Richard shifted to grab his phone from the nearby table. "We have to do this again," he murmured, voice hoarse as he handed it to her, their fingers brushing. M nodded, still tasting his cum on her lips, and quickly entered her number before passing it back, adding her husband's contact name with a wicked little smirk. "Text me when you're free," she whispered, leaning in for one last deep kiss, their tongues sliding wetly together as they promised to meet again soon, the risk and thrill already sparking fresh heat between them despite the danger of her husband returning.

Richard pulled his trunks back on while she tugged her bikini into place, the fabric clinging damply to her cum-smeared skin, and with a final lingering touch on her thigh, he slipped away toward the pool just as distant footsteps echoed from the hotel path. M settled back on the lounger, heart racing, the faint ache in her pussy a secret reminder of what they'd shared.

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