WARNING: this short story contains the following.... bxg, adultery, age gap.
As the water ripples around us, Mr. Calvin gently strokes my cheek, his eyes dark with a mixture of satisfaction and promise. The weight of our actions hangs heavy in the air, yet the thrill of it still courses through me. His gaze drifts to his wife, still snoring softly, oblivious to the sin we've committed.
"Lavender," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine, "we should get out before she wakes up."
I nod, unable to trust my voice, and we silently disentangle ourselves. As I climb out of the pool, water cascades off my body, and I quickly wrap my towel around myself. Mr. Calvin does the same, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Meet me in the guest house," he whispers urgently, his breath hot against my ear. "Ten minutes."
He slips away, leaving me standing by the pool, my heart pounding. I glance back at Mrs. Calvin, still blissfully unaware. With a final deep breath, I gather my resolve and head towards the guest house.
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The guest house is a small, secluded structure at the far end of the property. It's used mostly for storage and the occasional guest, but today, it's our haven. I make my way through the lush garden, my steps quick and silent. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, adding to the sense of secrecy.
Inside, the air is cool and the room dimly lit. I take a moment to catch my breath, the quiet hum of the air conditioner the only sound. Then, the door creaks open, and Mr. Calvin steps in, locking it behind him.
"Lavender," he says, his voice thick with desire, "I can't stop thinking about you."
He crosses the room in a few strides, pulling me into his arms. Our mouths collide in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. His hands roam my body, pulling away my towel to reveal my still-damp skin. I moan into his mouth, the heat between us reigniting with every touch.
"Mr. Calvin," I whisper against his lips, "I want you."
"Call me Nathan," he breathes, his hands cupping my face. "Just Nathan."
"Nathan," I repeat, the name feeling foreign yet intimate on my tongue.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure about this, Lavender? We can't go back once we start."
I nod, the decision already made. "Yes, I'm sure."
With a growl of approval, Nathan lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the plush bed in the corner. He lays me down gently, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed skin.
His towel falls away as he climbs on top of me, his naked body pressing against mine.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. "I want to taste every part of you."
His mouth moves lower, kissing and nibbling at my collarbone, my breasts, my stomach. I writhe beneath him, my skin tingling with anticipation. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his eyes locking with mine.
"Spread your legs for me, Lavender," he commands softly.
I obey, parting my thighs and exposing myself to his hungry gaze. He groans in appreciation, his fingers gently parting my folds. The first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.
"Oh, Nathan," I moan, my hands tangling in his hair. "That feels so good."
He laps at my clit with slow, deliberate strokes, his fingers sliding inside me. The combination of his tongue and fingers drives me wild, and I can feel the pressure building within me. I arch my back, pushing against his mouth, seeking more.
"Please," I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Don't stop."
