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Amber, stuck in a failing marriage, and looking to reignite the passion sought out council from Donavan. He was a well-known individual in the local scene when it came to helping curious explorers of sex and alternative relationship dynamics. As many couples that use non-monogamy to fix their relationship find out, you can’t add people to cure the root problems. What she did find was someone who encouraged her to live the life she wanted to.
In the beginning, Donavan and Amber’s relationship was a discourse of the pros, cons, and challenges of opening the bedroom to other people. They built a friendship, and an intimacy grew that introduced some significant moral dilemmas.
Amber complained one day that after putting in significant effort into her date night look, her husband was passive and dismissive about it.
“He’s just so frustrating! I looked hot as fuck and that jerk just half assed the whole date! I just wanted to be appreciated. Is that so hard?”
“I’m sure you looked great. I’m sorry you were left feeling crappy”
“You wana see my outfit? Someone should enjoy it.” Amber didn’t wait for a response before dropping an image into the chat.
That was the moment Donavan realized he was fucked. His jaw dropped. Amber had on a red off the shoulder dress that landed just shy of halfway down her thighs and fit her body so perfectly. Her normally straight hair had a gentle spiral curl, and her makeup was flawless. She looked absolutely stunning, and a shiver went down his spine. For the first time he couldn’t separate his role as a friend from someone who had an undeniable attraction. His previous annoyance with her husband’s lack of appreciation for her rose to a legitimate anger at the situation she was seemingly stuck in.
Donavan was so distracted staring at the picture and thinking about how beautiful she was that several minutes passed and he had not responded.
“Sorry. I guess I should have waited to see if you were interested in seeing it. Sorry I bothered you.” Amber’s text felt like it was saturated with defeat and regret.
Before he could choose his words carefully Donavan blurted out, “Oh. No! I was literally just stunned. You’re unbelievably beautiful, Amber. I was quite literally left speechless.”
Over the next few months their dynamic creeped closer and closer to impropriety. Donavan didn’t know exactly how Amber felt but he was experiencing significant feelings for her. The desire on both sides was undeniable but at odds with their moral compasses. The wrongness verses the roaring flame of passion fueled a storm of frustration and clouded judgement. Eventually the boundaries were crossed. The images, videos, and discussions being passed between them were no longer on the edge of inappropriate. They had begun an affair, and it was so intoxicatingly sinful.
Eventually Donavan realized it was unsustainable and, in that light, became soured. He finally put a stop to the intimate side their relationship but told her that if she ever found herself single, he’d be available for her. She agreed that it was not healthy and had to stop. They both made it a point to disconnect from their previous behavior but maintained the friendship that was at the foundation of their relationship.
Despite the efforts to focus on maintaining a more platonic relationship the conversation always seemed to find its way back to their desires and the two concluded that their only option was to disconnect almost entirely. Stories and posts muted, texts became sparce and eventually communication had discontinued completely. For a time, the two didn’t speak at all. That is, until the night Amber sent a new text.
“Hey D, You up?”
Donavan saw the notification and was hesitant to even pick up his phone. As he mustered the courage to open and dismiss the alert, a second message came through
“Remember how you said to let you know if I was single again?”
He sighed and set his phone down again. The dynamic had changed, and he was honestly pretty conflicted about it. After a few moments he returned to his phone, and they discussed what happened and what her future held. It was hard for both of them to decide how to proceed but they were talking again and after a few weeks, the interactions were returning to the passionate exchanges. It felt better this time. No more battles with their consciences. It was clear how much they wanted each other. They arranged their first meeting.
Donavan knew he had a responsibility to take things slowly. His life was not the one that just blew up and Amber, while a grown ass woman, was vulnerable and hurting. He wanted her to feel in charge of where her life was going now. Coffee seemed like a safe way to connect and spend time together in person. A nice public place that took the pressure off. They agreed that the last thing they needed was to be alone somewhere this early. Three coffee dates later, Amber expressed her frustration.
“I wish I could just get the fuck out of kapaklı escort town and away from all the drama of this separation. This whole town just feels stifling right now. Even being here having coffee feels like someone is just going to run and tell him. Like he’d even care.” She knew he did even if the only thing her ex felt was anger.
Donavan traveled frequently for swinger and kink events at the beach a few hours away. He was the type of person to always support you doing whatever you wanted to do. So, he suggested.
“Ok, then let’s get the fuck outta here,” he said as if it were grabbing dinner. “I know the perfect place over at the beach. Its off season and you can just chill the fuck out, get hammered, and leave all this shit here for a couple days.”
She scoffed then paused. “Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Hell yeah!” With a big smile plastered across his face he continued, “It’s totally your call but honestly, I think it could be good for you to decompress. And look, no expectations on my part. I just wana help you feel better.”
It wasn’t a long deliberation for Amber before she smiled back and enthusiastically agreed.
Amber and Donavan pounced at the newfound freedom and swiftly slipped away for couple days. The beach was only hours away, but once they were on the road, time started to drag. There was a palpable tension. Obviously, an intimate trip to the beach after all the sexts and allusions to their desires, and well, there was the as of yet unspoken anticipation of what could happen. That made the level of excitement a match to the anxiety.
Donavan asked, “is this what you want? You know we don’t have to keep going or do anything when we get there. I know there’s a lot…”
Amber interrupted him. “No! I want this. You know how much I want this right?” She paused with a clear catch in her throat. “It’s a lot you know. My marriage is over and as much as I am relieved, I fear what will happen next.”
Donavan was unsure what to say. He cared about Amber more than either of them was really prepared for. He began to speak but immediately stopped, searching for the right thing to say.
“…I can’t begin to wrap my head around what you’re feeling. I hope you know I’ll support whatever choice you make and again, I expect nothing of you this weekend except your truth. I will give as much or as little as you need. With me, you can be as free and unfiltered as you are able.”
Amber smiled, thanked him and reached over to hold his hand. She’d been looking forward to this as much as he had and despite her confusion and trepidations was determined to have as good of a time and she could manage.
The two road in near silence for the rest of the trip just listening to the music that they grew up with. After checking in and dropping their belonging in the room Amber said, “Jesus Christ I could use a drink! Do you know of any good bars around here?”
“There’s The Juke on 11th. Its only two blocks away.” Donavan said. “We can go for a walk afterwards. Its right on the boardwalk.”
Amber’s shoulders dropped and said, with a smile. “That sounds perfect. Maybe some munchies too?
“I’m sure we can manage that.” Donavan had been to more than one swinger takeover at the hotel they were staying at and was familiar with the area.
More than a few drinks in, the two found their way out to the tables on the boardwalk and she leaned back into him as they looked out over the water. This may have been the first time they were both truly relaxed around the other since the separation.
“Hey Amber, look at that!” He pointed out to the massive pleasure yacht that listed in the waves a few hundred feet offshore. “I bet they’ve got a whole dungeon on board!” She laughed at him and agreed that he was probable right.
She joked, “You wana swim out there and see if they want some company in it tonight?”
He laughed and spun her around to face him. He loved to look at her, and as much as he wanted to kiss her, it was actually a challenge to close his eyes in that moment. The way the light made her skin glow… He could only imagine the word ethereal. He knew she couldn’t feel what he was, given everything she was going through so he just locked the memory in and asked, “Think this is a good time for our first kiss?”
Amber knew he was never scared to sound cheesy or rupture the bubble of romance if it meant he could be clear about consent. In fact, she was actually a fan of his goofy, but direct tactics. Her hands lowered from their perch on his chest to around his waist and pulled him in.
“Seems like a great time to me.”
Her chin lifted a bit more as her eyes closed. A soft lick of the lips as he mirrored her body language to meet her. Soft at first, their lips met with the same excited and anxious energy of the car ride. For that first instant Donavan felt her hesitate and he started to back away. Her arms gripped tighter, and she came up on her toes to chase karabağlar escort the kiss. There was a deafening surge as the world fell away. The bar was gone, the waves ceased, and all worry vanished. Donavan felt her lips as if they were the blazing sun on a cool November morning. Their warmth and softness enveloped him wholly. This was passion unlike he had felt, maybe ever.
Deeper still they fell into the kiss. Her slight tongue grazed his bottom lip and his chased after. His hands slid up her frame to brace both sides of her face and her hips pressed into his.
Amber could feel Donavan’s member responding in kind and she was the first to remember they were in public. She returned from her tip toes and Donavan stood there bewildered. He was trying to smile but, frankly, he was not quite back on earth. He looked doofy as hell and she giggled at him.
“You wana close out and head back to the hotel?” Amber asked him. “I think I’ve made up my mind about this weekend.”
Donavan shuddered a bit still attempting to regain a grasp on reality. Once he was coherent again (but still a bit spacey,) he replied,
“uh yeah.. yeah.. that sounds like a good idea.”
By the time the bill was paid, and they headed out to the boardwalk, the sun had set. Because it was the off season, there were not very many people nearby. Looking around, the beach was in fact completely empty. As they walked Donavan told Amber a story about a trip to a hotel takeover a few years ago in which five of the attendees decided to so skinny dipping in the ocean.
“It was such a blast Amber! We were all quite drunk and one of the women just called out, ‘LETS GO DIP!’ The whole room cheered but only the handful of us actually bolted out the back door of the hotel and headed for the water. We splashed and goofed off for a bit.”
“Oh god! Did y’all just fuck on the beach?!” Amber asked with a hardy laugh.
“Ha! Not with the water as chilly as it was that night if you catch my drift.”
“It’s a lot warmer tonight I bet,” Amber was growing the most devilish grin and started backing toward the sand.
“Hey, it’s your trip babe. Whatever you want!” Donavan picked up the pace to match Amber’s movements.
Halfway across the sand Amber stopped and told him to kiss her again. She unbuckled his belt as they kissed, stopped the kiss and said, “last one in the water has to buy breakfast.”
She had her top off before he had again recovered from her intoxicating kiss. She was sprinting toward the water while he was still trying to jerk his foot out of his pant leg. Truly a comedic scene for anyone who may have been watching from their balcony.
Amber was right. The water was significantly warmer than Donavan’s previous trip. His company however was far superior to that experience. There was, in his eyes, no more exceptional depiction of beauty than Amber. Upon finally making it to the water and swimming out to her, he wrapped his arms around her shimmering wet form and drew her in closely. They kissed and laughed as their bodies slid and collided against each other in the lapping waves.
Holding her naked body felt surreal after all this time. As they bobbed in the water Donavan’s feet bounced off the ocean floor and Amber’s legs wrapped around his waist. The air was crisp and warm. The quiet moans that escaped as they kissed drowned out the crashing waves and they sank deeper into the moment. Beckoning their lust like the undertow pulled at their bodies.
Donavan had placed his hands under Amber when she wrapped her legs around him. He could feel her hips rolling against him. Her head tossed back when he started to kiss her neck and clavicles. Donavan loved those lines that draped across her chest. His memory flashed back to the red dress. The first time he had seen her as anything more than just a cute lady he was friendly with. The first time he felt a genuine desire for her.
“Take me to the shore please, D” Amber’s command was breathy and to him felt loaded with anticipation.
“Yes ma’am!” he blurted out with a giant grin.
Once they had reached past the lapping foam Amber released her clamped legs from around Donavan’s waist. She slid down his body and stepped back. His erection sprung out. She gripped it with one hand and stoked it gently and he leaned down to continue kissing her. She sat in the firm wet sand and grasped his hands leading him down on top of her. He slid one hand under her neck and pulled her face into his. They drank in each other’s deep kisses. Desperate to melt into her, Donavan’s free hand cupped her breast, playing gently with her nipple.
Amber wrapped her arms around his neck. As her back lifted slightly Donavan slid his hand from her breast and under her back. He pulled her into his body tightly, as though he was trying to actually absorb her. Her leg returned to its position around his hip. She could feel his tumescence glance over her vulva. In turn she shifted her hips to achieve karabük escort a greater contact with it.
Donavan’s kisses moved from her lips to her cheek, then her ear lobe. She had told him in the days of their digital sins how much it broke her down in the best way. The leg she had slung over his hip clenched and pulled him in. She felt the full pressure of his now throbbing cock wedged against her clit. This sensation elicited a nearly whispered moan right into her ear. She needed that cock, then and there.
Her leg relaxed just enough that she could slide her hand down his stomach and guide his cock inside her. The hand he had on her back shifted to her hip which he gripped firmly pushing and pulling himself in and out of her. Each time he sank into her Amber gave a warm moan. She was wearing a smile and biting her lip. She gripped his ass and pulled. He let her guide his member’s full length into her. Amber’s mouth fell open and her eyes screwed up tight.
Donavan rested his forehead against hers sharing heavy breaths and moans right into the other’s mouth. His slow, deep strokes gave ample time to absorb every sensation he felt inside her. The hand on his ass softened its grip and he started to increase the speed of his stoke. He shifted his palm from the back of her neck to the firm sand and propped himself up as his thrusts moved into a steady rhythm
Amber gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, but their half open mouths could barely manage the movements necessary. Contorted in that beautiful way they do when it all feels so good you’re trying not to give up the ghost and surrender to the ecstasy.
Donavan had no concept time in that moment. His rhythm started to studder as he unwillingly barreled toward his orgasm. He wasn’t ready for it to end but Amber had other plans. Her legs tightened their grip around him. He sank fully into her, and she rocked her hips against it. He fought it fiercely, however her grip on him was undeniable.
“Give me what I’ve wanted.”
Amber’s tone was desperate and who was he to deny her, (and himself) this release. Donavan relaxed his fight and with a last grind as deeply as he could manage, exploded all the years of longing and desire into her. Convulsing quakes throughout his whole body, twisted toes, and sweaty brow gave way to collapse.
Amber continued her grip around him as his head now rested against those exquisite collarbones he adored so much. Her arms embraced his upper body, and she kissed the top of his head.
“That was exactly what I needed,” she said. “It was amazing”
“But you didn’t even cum, did you?” Donavan’s voice had a note of disappointment.
Amber smiled, stroked his head, and softly said “I needed to feel Your desire. I needed to be craved and consumed and you most certainly gave me that”
Donavan felt his mild shame for getting lost in his own pleasure melt away.
“Next time, I’ll show you consuming.” He said before nibbling at her chest.
After several moments of this silent embrace, they moved back up the beach to their clothes but remained naked laying entwined looking at the stars. Amber rolled over to rest her head on his chest. With his eyes closed, Donavan drew a long, deep breath pulling in the salty sea air that mixed so pleasantly with Amber’s scent. He held that breath making a memory of every note he detected before releasing and instantly falling asleep with Amber still resting on his chest.
The waves crash loudly as the sun peaked over the horizon. Amber groans and begins to stretch out.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe we slept out here all night!” She exclaimed as she sat bolt upright.
Their bare skin soaked in the sun’s warm tendrils as it arose over this strip of sand. Their clothes now lay sandy, damp and matted around them.
As he looked over her enticing body, the memories of the torrid events of the previous hours stirred Donavan again.
“Last night was a lot of fun, babe.” Rolling over and propping up on his elbow, he began to let his hands travel her body again. “Your skin feels as soft and inviting as I had always imagined.”
She smiled and closed her eyes as she began to stroke his thigh. The mood was still and peaceful. They were blind to the risk of being caught, still naked, in the now growing daylight.
“You hungry D?” Amber asked as she moved in for another kiss. “Wana go find something to eat?”
“Oh, I could eat…” he said before pouncing and rolling her onto her back.
Donavan’s mind raced at the anticipation of a second round of passionate sex with this woman he had craved over the internet. Lusted over her pictures and pleasured himself with the cute video clips she had sent him. The lust took over! He began to kiss down her neck and chest. His heart raced as her nipple slides past his lip and lands on his ready tongue. With one hand in her hair, the other gripping her luscious ass, he sucked in that nipple with a hungry passion. Her hands on his head and shoulder apply a gentle bracing pressure that empowers this illicit dance between his tongue and her flesh. This guiding pressure helped his hunger move further down her stomach with veracious lapping and kissing. Devouring every inch of flesh he had access to.
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