It’s a stunning August day in 1977, near Rodez in Aveyron. Sun beats down hot. I gaze at Caroline, my wife of two years. Slim brunette, 5’7″, perky little tits, piercing blue eyes glowing against her tan. Guys stare. I’m jealous, but damn, good taste.
Our sex life’s vanilla. Strict upbringing. She gave me her virginity after months dating. No kinks, ever. But today? She’s borrowed my Aphrodite erotic novel. Collection of filthy tales. I’m watching her sneaky. She’s on the lounger in just a long t-shirt with rose print, mid-thigh. Acts like a beach dress. Underneath? Tiny white panties peeking when legs cross, uncross. No bra, nipples poking. She’s fidgety, hooked on the pages.
The Awakening
Time for groceries, I say. Crowds coming. She snaps the book shut, annoyed. Stands. We hop in the car. She skips changing. I tease about the book. Hand on her thigh, stroking up. “First time reading this shit. So fucking troubling,” she murmurs.
I slide higher. Expect rejection. Nope. Legs part. Pussy heat radiates. My cock strains in shorts. Fingers hit panty edge. Dip under. Damp. “Take ’em off,” I growl. Shock—she yanks them down, stuffs in glovebox. I slow the car. She slumps back, thighs splayed wide, shameless.
Fingers on her slick lips. Circle clit. Plunge one, then two inside her tight cunt. She moans loud, eyes shut. Juices coat my hand. City nearing. Stop. She’s pissed, soaked. Wants panties back. “Stay bare for me.” Wicked grin. Puts ’em on anyway. Morning’s electric.
Parking lot packed. Squeeze into spot by thuja hedge. Caddy time. She struts ahead. Knowing she’s naked under? Mind-blowing. My dick tents shorts, caddy hides it. She bends for low shelf, no knee bend. Full view: pale ass cheeks, pussy glimpse. Torture boner.
Changing room for swimsuit. Drop shorts, briefs. Hand grabs my ass through curtain. Her. Spins—grips my throbbing cock. Strokes hard. Cups balls. Gone. Heart pounds.
Back at car. Van next door. Loading trunk. She leans in deep—ass flashes white. Snap. I press against her. “Crazy! Someone’ll see.” “Hidden everywhere.”
The Forbidden Release
Hike shirt to back. Drop shorts. She braces, pushes butt out, legs spread. Dripping wet pussy begs. Cock spears in easy. Pump fast. Pinch her hard nipples. Groans mix with crowd noise. Slaps of flesh. Bestial rush. Gotta be quick, intense. She twists, face contorted, cums crying. I flood her deep. Collapse, kiss sloppy tongues. Laugh, dress hasty—total indecency.
Drive home, suggest river picnic spot. Our secret cove. Agrees eager. Unpack eats. Short hike to paradise: stream pool, flat rock beach.
“No suits.” “Mine’s in car. We’re alone—skinny dip.”
She strips. No panties on. Hesitates at cold water, dives. I join. Splash, kiss, grope. World ours. She lounges on rock, legs dangling. Kiss thighs up. Nuzzle pubes. Spread lips. Suck clit hard. Tongue fuck her hole. She bucks wild, louder than ever. Orgasms shatter her.
Picnic devoured. Nude all afternoon. Bliss.
Years before matching thrill. Thanks, Aphrodite. Secret fire burns.