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🕑 Added 2022-10-21 19:38:32 +0000 UTC“I feel like I owe you so much.” The words burst out of Mary Jane. “I wish there was some way I could pay you back for all this.”
“How about a Coke and a kiss?” Eddie asked, pushing Mary Jane’s leg up over her shoulder until he was above her as well, flashing Mary Jane a wide smile with gleaming white teeth.
“The Coke, sure… but that’s all.”
Properly stretched, Mary Jane bounced up and went to get Eddie his drink. She felt in far more turmoil than such an innocuous comment deserved. Why, all of a sudden, should she care if Eddie wanted her to kiss him? Most men did; it didn’t mean anything. It was just how she looked and how men were.
“Here you are. On the house,” Mary Jane said, returning with the can of soda.
She held it out to Eddie. He caught her outstretched arm and pulled her off-balance, bringing her far nearer to him than she’d intended to get.
“And now how about that kiss?” he asked, again holding a surprisingly charming smile on his thick lips.
“No, Eddie…”
His closeness was hard to ignore. Even without him touching her, she felt his nearness. There was a swell in her breasts, an itch down between her legs. It distracted her. Made her world half-fantasy—what if she could do what she couldn’t? And by the time she sorted fiction from reality, she realized his mouth was pressed to hers, stealing a passionate kiss. Pulling her so close that Mary Jane felt the bulge of his erection against her stomach.
His tongue was like a flame dancing inside her mouth; the hardness of his muscular chest was almost as hot. It burned where her nipples rubbed, making them jump into erect stiffness. The next thing Mary Jane felt were her panties. On her twitching cunt, they were soaked through. It felt so different from what Eddie was doing to her. This she’d done to herself. Her body, not his.
Then again, it hardly felt like hers. It was doing things she didn’t want to do—or at least, that she didn’t know she wanted to do. Like how she rubbed against Eddie, rubbed against him as much as he was rubbing against her. Rising to her toes so that hardened push of his erection was closer to her sex than it had been before.
“You want this, I’ve made you want this,” Eddie gasped, taking his face from hers. “But I had no idea you’d want it this much.”
“Want… want what?”
Eddie smiled more than spoke: “It’s about time you had someone man enough to remind you you’re a woman. I can’t stop thinking you’re a woman. Can you stop thinking about how I’m a man?”
Dazedly, and long after the horses had left the barn, Mary Jane moved to slap him. She had not even cocked her hand before Eddie pulled her body tighter against his and gave her the same desirous kiss that had stolen her breath away in the first place, left her panting even now.
Mary Jane moaned—even in her head, trying to conjure up protests, she only heard how good it felt and the sound was happily abandoned into his mouth. His body crushed against hers. She felt the warm presence of his hand, both solid in its need and trembling with excitement, between her thighs. Touching her through her leggings.
It moved upward, up to the bare swath of skin where her top ended above her waistline. Though that seemed like a reprieve, MJ knew how dangerous it was. One step closer to going underneath her leggings. The very notion should’ve repulsed her, driven her to resist, but his other arm was wrapped tightly around her, hand caressing her pert buttocks, so there was no escaping anyway. She could stay locked to him forever and know only that it was not her fault.
She hadn’t encouraged this. Maybe she’d wanted it a little—but he couldn’t have known that. She would never let Eddie know.
At last Eddie broke the torrid kiss. “Yeah… you feel even more like a woman than before,” Eddie groaned. “Starting to remember what it’s like to be with a man, aren’t you?”
“Maybe that… maybe that is this feeling,” Mary Jane gasped. “It’s been a while—no—no, it’s just that you’re not my husband. It’s strange… new… that’s all…”
Eddie’s smile grew wider, more ferocious. “Maybe. If you meet another man that can do this to you… well, maybe.” He stepped back a little, not crowding Mary Jane anymore, and she immediately felt adrift. Without him being so close, why was her heart racing? Her lungs working like bellows, sucking in so much air but it still didn’t feel like enough… “But do you think he’ll have this? Do you think you’ll do this to him?”
Mary Jane looked down. The thick shaft of his erection barreled down one thigh, almost to where the pantleg of his trunks ended. The sight was obscene—intoxicating—it called to MJ, begging her to lift the fabric just a little and see the seeping end of his cock. See exactly what she’d felt when their bodies had been joined so tightly that it had to be the last thing before they were merged together, the very edge of the precipice she was being pulled over…
MJ was so shocked by how the spectacle of him smashed through her thoughts and swirled anew all the memories of feeling him, being touched, kissed and fondled, that she suddenly had the energy to vent her outrage. She drew back her hand, slapped him, then ran for the door. Once she was on the other side—somehow knowing he wouldn’t pursue her—she buried her face in her hands and let herself sob.
He was just like all the rest. There was no support there at all, nothing she could rely on. Only another man who sought to exploit her… to take what was Peter’s and would remain Peter’s.
She wouldn’t cheat on her husband. Not ever!
***
Mary Jane didn’t know how to go back to Eddie. She didn’t even know if she should, but she needed the training. Yet how could she tell him that she didn’t want him? After how they’d kissed, how they’d touched, what could she say to make him see how wrong it was?
Thankfully, she didn’t have to—not yet. Her and Peter and Annie were going on a camping trip. Mary Jane was anxious, maybe even horny. The energy that she normally would’ve purged in sparring bouts had now returned to her tenfold. It jittered inside her. Normal, everyday activities she did in a frenzy.
Mary Jane contained herself during the campfire dinner, then waited while Peter took Annie to her tent to tuck her in. She walked to the river and bathed, meditating, letting the running water wash away all but a warm simmer of energy.
It was the first part of her plan to seduce her husband. After all, she couldn’t be very seductive when she smelled from a day of a hiking and an evening of campfire smoke. Tonight, she wanted to be sexy—sexy in a way that had nothing to do with Eddie. Sexy for Peter.
Mary Jane stepped out of the cool current and briskly toweled herself off. The soft moonlight played on her skin, coming off it with a milky white glow. Mary Jane admired her reflection in the water. She still didn’t have a superhuman physique, but she was at least a supermodel still—if she wanted to be.
Her breasts were firm, each topped with a plump bud that seemed designed to fit within a pair of lips. Her ass and hips were curved and rounded, while the rest of her was trim, yet toned with muscle. The flat tautness of her statuesque height buzzing with power under the surface.
It was the type of figure any other woman would envy: Mary Jane had come by it naturally, in her teenage years, and maintained it with the accentuation of a keen fashion sense and on-point make-up. But even bare naked, even without make-up, she had a natural beauty that captured the admiring gazes of men.
Except with Peter.
Mary Jane shook her head, her crimson hair tumbling around her shoulders. She wouldn’t think that way. Tonight would be different. She was different.
She’d placed a robe on the river bank, with a small bottle of perfume on top of it to weigh it down. Carefully, she dabbed droplets on the few vital points of her body. The fragrance spiked the air like a shot of liquor in an otherwise innocuous drink. It was a perfume she’d worn when she and Peter first started dating. It would spark Peter’s interest again—she was sure of it!
Capping the bottle, Mary Jane slipped on her robe and tied it loosely around her waist, leaving the neck virtually open in a wide vee that only really hid her nipples, not any of her cleavage. She’d thought of going for some wicked black lingerie—something lacey and see-through—but that would been too much. Everything had to be natural, exquisitely simple, like it was between them. There was nothing complicated about it. They were husband and wife. They would do the things that husbands and wives did… that even animals did, when they were mated.
Mary Jane breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the tinged air and steadying herself. Then she went back to the camp.
By now, the fire was only glowing embers. The tent lanterns were out, except for the one in hers and Peter’s tent, showing her husband’s shadow against the fabric wall. She tingled with anticipation, excitement flooding her veins like a chemical reaction kickstarted by the perfume she’d inhaled. She knew Peter would feel the same way; that he was waiting for her.
But was he looking forward to this the same way she was? Or would it be like all the other times she’d tried to rekindle their sex life?
MJ refused to consider the possibility. She couldn’t. She was sexy, desirable—good enough for Eddie. How could Peter spurn her when that man wanted her so much?
Reaching out, Mary Jane lifted the tent flap and slipped inside. Peter wore his pajamas. He laid on top of his sleeping bag with a paperback in his hands. His eyes stayed focused on it. “How was the river?”
“Lonely,” Mary Jane said, wishing Peter had accompanied her or at least told her to wait for him when she’d said she was going for a swim.
But that was too much for the conservativism he’d aged into. Someone might discover them together. He’d let that happen to MJ, but couldn’t bear the thought of it befalling him.
“I thought it would’ve been cold,” Peter said—his excuse for not joining her.
“No. It was warm,” Mary Jane replied, pulling out the sash to her robe.
Naked, she straddled him, grinding her inflamed mound up and down on his supine form, feeling his clothed body rubbing between her legs to continue the arousal her imaginings and anticipation had started.
Peter responded—thank God he responded. She kissed him and he took her hand, leading it down to his crotch. She did the rest: drawing down his fly and working his thickly jerking cock out into the open air. Peter reached between her legs as well, thrusting his middle finger up into her hot, slippery sex. She stroked his impatiently throbbing manhood while he fingered her.
Mary Jane felt her climax charging through her hungry cunt, sweeping over her in blinding flashes as his finger went in and out. I’m going to come, she thought, just from his finger in my hot little cunt!
As more and more of her arousal flooded between her wetly clasping inner walls as if to drown Peter’s finger, his throbbing erection trembled wildly in her hand. She pumped harder on his quivering shaft, feeling its girth swell up and grow as impossibly thick and stiff as she could’ve hoped for. Was he as big as Eddie? Mary Jane couldn’t recall in detail when her body was so heated—she’d gotten such a quick glimpse at him fully erect—she didn’t want to think of him now, only Peter, she didn’t care about Eddie, only that Peter was so big and hard and hers!
Then she looked down and saw his bulging cockhead spewing its seething white load into the gentle cup of her hand. It happened so fast that Mary Jane’s arousal flipped like a playing card into a deep sense of disappointment. There was no way to maintain her passion when Peter had pulled ahead of her so inconsiderately—had not even tried to share his arousal with her. He’d touched her, Mary Jane realized, like he’d just needed something to do with his hands while she got him off.
MJ managed to remain composed. She kissed Peter goodnight, then crawled shakily to her own sleeping bag. Realizing only now how prescient she’d been to bring two on this camping trip.
