The forbidden fruit is sweetest [MF] - FINAL

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There I sat, cigarette in hand, on the bench outside the hotel, my skin crawling and my heart racing. This was either going to be incredible, or it's a disaster waiting to happen. I couldn't but sit there and think, what the actual fuck am I doing?

Some details and context I've missed is, between when I first met Ada, and up to now, we had been messaging/flirting/sexting nearly every single day. I discovered that she and I actually had a lot in common, even if she was a decade older than me. We had complimentary astrological signs so the compatibility was in the stars, we liked the same bands, we had similar worldviews and personalities, we wanted the same things out of a relationship. She was perfect. But her housemate, Matt, was not too thrilled at all about the idea of her dating anyone, since he was in love with her and was being weirdly and insecurely possessive. I'd spent time at their place hanging out before and after we hooked up in their garage and I cucked Matt, but he still was not my biggest fan. "I like hanging out with you, dude, but fuck you." He was an emotional mess.

So I'm having a smoke, waiting for Ada to arrive at the hotel I booked, just praying Matt doesn't somehow crash our one good day. Or that she would even show, she said she would but she had also been very hesitant because she knew once it was over, she's going to go home to Matt and it's going to be a big fight for her.

Suddenly, I see her white sedan pull into the parking lot. My heart skips more but also relaxes. I can let go, at least a little bit.

I greet her at her car and give her a hug, and she lights up a joint for a few puffs and I have a couple. I escort her up to our room and I shut the door behind us, locking it.

Here we are. Finally.

We agreed to shut our phones off, this was a day that was only for us, since it's the only one we'll ever have.

We're very slow to start as we kiss and my hands trail. She tells me to get undressed and get into bed, and I do, when she says she has a surprise and disappears into the bathroom.

After what seems like eternity, she finally comes out, and she's wearing nothing but a black garter belt and black stockings. My jaw drops. She smiled and she was bashful - she hadn't been intimate like this in a long time with anyone, she says. She hops onto the bed and straddles me, and our arms are immediately around each other as we let loose.

Her kisses were more like pecks, she seemed rusty but I know she loved it. Within minutes she was shifting down on the bed so she could take my dick into her mouth, her favorite activity. I'd had blowjobs before of course, but as I mentioned in a previous post, she sucked dick like she was born for it. She was the first woman to blow me and was genuinely enthused by the prospect, so in effect, I consider this my "first" blowjob because of house good it was. She was slow where she needed to be, attentive where she needed to be, I barely had to tell her anything as she sucked my dick perfectly every time. She just somehow knew what I liked, and I loved watching my shaft disappear into her mouth repeatedly.

I asked her to shift positions around so we're 69ing and I'm on my back. If her favorite thing was giving oral, then so was mine. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her pussy to my mouth, taking her clit into my mouth as I suckled lightly, my tongue exploring her folds sensually and passionately. The feeling of her mouth on my dick and my mouth on her pussy was exquisite, it's certainly one of my favorite positions made all the better by her being almost as tall as I am. While I'm going down (up?) on her, I notice her asshole is right there, staring at me. I knew from our talks that she loved anal, and the passion and intensity and the weed and the wine and everything, in that moment, compelled me to reach up and lick her asshole. I'd never done it before, and as soon as she felt my tongue there she let out a groan all around my dick, I felt it vibrate. Barely 20 minutes into our day, and we're already in heaven.

We're not giving each other oral for too much longer before she shifts position again and lines me up with her entrance, slinking down easily as she starts to grind back and forth on me. I watch her with glee as she rides me, my hands reaching up to play with her A-cup breasts and pinch and twist her nipples lightly. She isn't riding me for very long when she lets out a groan again and she pulls her legs together, and I feel her clench around my cock rhythmically. "I feel it," I whisper, a delighted smile on my face, knowing that she just came. "I always cum when I'm on top," she says.

I flip her over onto her side with her back facing me and I slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling every ridge of her walls as I go in and out. I didn't care about cumming, I wanted to savor every second with her, pour all of the feelings and potential I knew we had into her for just one day. Stay in an everlasting present.

We swap positions once again and this time, it's my head buried between her legs. I couldn't get enough of tasting her essence and her clit in my mouth, she clearly ate a good diet because she was my favorite meal. Up and down, tip of my tongue, then flat, then her clit is back in my mouth, then I have two fingers in her while I feast on her clit, everything. I wanted nothing more than to make her feel godly and she did, the look of bliss on her face I can still remember.

We stop for a little bit in the evening and she unpacks a bag. She brought a lot because of snacks. She brought snacks for us to eat in between fucking each other's brains out. I was grinning like an idiot at how cute and sweet it was.

After we snack we get back to business, and by now her garter belt and stockings were off, we're both just naked as we keep going to town on each other. The sight of her on her side, lying in bed as we try to sleep, and fail, only maybe getting 2 hours before my hands are on her and hers are on me again, will always be a happy memory for me.

After many rounds of fucking and swapping back and forth for oral for us both, I'm on top of her with her legs wrapped around me, and her face is in ecstasy. She quietly whispers "cum inside me," and what man can resist? I quicken my pace and her moans get louder, my weakness, and within seconds, I'm buried as deep into her as possible as I groan, feeling my cock throb and pulse as I empty my balls into her. She and I are both panting at this point as our eyes open, and we match gazes, me leaning down for deep and sensual kiss as her hands cradle my face and her legs wrap around me, my dick softening inside of her. I dare not pull it out.

We go a couple more rounds in morning before we have to check out, and I feel her pulse and clench on my dick again as she moans. We jump into the shower together and we're kissing and making out, one of her hands gently wrapping around my shaft and I almost jump - the feeling of someone touching me down there is somewhat new to me still since I'm not often getting laid, but the perfectly gentle caress of her hand is nothing short of heavenly.

We pack up, leave the hotel, and go get brunch at a diner after our marathon lovemaking. Once we finish she drops me off at my place, not before final makeouts, a brilliant smile on her face as she drives off. The way she looked at me, it was like she had been reborn.

As much as I wanted it to, it never worked out. It turns out she had reservations about dating a man 10 years younger than her, and she knew I wanted kids but in her mid-40s, she wasn't sure she could, which I respected. Even giving up on kids to be with her would have been worth it, but she made me promise that I'd find someone and have children, since their names are already picked out. Not to mention Matt being an all around shitty human being and the roadblock that would create.

But I'll always remember her fondly, our one day in heaven as we both got lost, truly lost, in each other. I hope I feel a connection like that again someday, ideally with my future wife. That one day was a gift for us both that we had to take for ourselves, and I will never regret doing it, even if Matt thinks I "fucked his wife." I'm ashamed to admit I still reach out to her sometimes, but our moment is truly done and gone. I'm just grateful we got to have one day together at all.

Thank you all for reading, I hope this final part makes the long wait worth it!