Monica drove along the ocean highway, tears flooding her blue eyes. She drove east, the sun setting behind her, and the sound of the waves filling the car.
She drove for miles along the weaving highway that hugged the sandy beach. Blinking, she spotted what she was looking for. The small dirt road that led to a promontory. She braked, turned onto the road and followed it to the end.
Cutting her motor, she took a deep breath, inhaling the ocean air. This was where Steve had busted her cherry, two weeks before their wedding day. It seemed so long ago. Tears pilled from her eyes. She had ruined everything. Jealousy had turned her into a tramp, unworthy of her husband's love.
She shivered, watching the waves crash against the shoreline, enjoying the sparkle of the setting sun on the water.
Quietly, she sat in the station wagon, vowing never to go home and wondering where she would go.
Steve sped recklessly down the highway, his jaw firm, his eyes hard, filled with rage, hurt, and a fear that he wouldn't find Monica.
He put the gas pedal to the floor. The small sports car zoomed forward, racing along the highway.
"Goddamn," he muttered, going over in his mind the short cryptic note she had left him. "Why, dammit… why?"
Expertly, he tooled the car along the winding shore highway, hoping his hunch was right. He prayed if it were, she would still be there.
The small car hugged the road, the wind rushing by, echoing in his ears. His eyes searched for the small dirt road that led to the knobby cliff overlooking the ocean. Mentally, he crossed his fingers and uttered a small prayer.
A nervous smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he saw the road up ahead. "Be there. Be there, baby," he said, wheels squealing as he turned onto the road. He sped down the road. He spotted the station wagon, heaved a sigh, and slammed on his brakes, screeching to a stop.
Monica heard, turned her head. "Oh, no!" Steve jumped from his car and threw open the door of the station wagon. "Why?" he shouted, climbing in beside Monica. "Why, for chrissakes… why?"
"You shouldn't've followed me!" she bawled. "I'm not coming back."
Steve grabbed her arm. "Yes you are," he snarled.
"You don't want me," she said through sobbing tears. "You have your job, and…" She stopped. Accusing him of cheating would be ridiculous after the things she had done… "I love you, baby."
Through eyes glistening with tears, she looted at him. "You wouldn't, if you knew the things I've done to hurt you."
Steve winced, knowing the things he had done. He had neglected her, shelved her for money, success, shut her out of his life. He couldn't blame her. "It doesn't matter," he said.
"It should!" she wailed. "I'm a tramp. A whore."
"No, you're not." He rationalized the situation in his mind. "So you cheated once." Monica was always blowing things out of proportion, exaggerating things.
She laughed hysterically. "Once?" She faced him, her eyes filled with shame, her bottom lip trembling. "I said I was a tramp. Didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you. It was my fault. You're only human." He pulled her into his arms, reveled in the joy of holding her, ashamed of himself as he remembered how long it had been since he held her this way.
For a second, Monica melted against his chest, sobbing softly. Suddenly, she struggled free, hugged the door. "No! No! I'm a whore." Hysterically, she jumped from the car.
Afraid of what she might do, Steve climbed out and ran around the front of the car, grabbing her just as she was about to run down the path to the beach below.
"Let me go!" she cried, struggling to be free of his grip.
"No!" he shouted against the wind. He dragged her back to the car and forced her inside. He climbed in beside her, his fingers gripping her arm. "You're not going anywhere. We have to talk."
"I have nothing to say." She became sullen, staring blankly out the window, watching the darkness begin to fall over the ocean.
Steve pulled his emotions under control. "I love you. I want to start over."
"Not with a whore," she said, still staring out the window. "Go back to your girlfriend." It was out, and she was sorry. Her calm faded, and she began crying again.
Steve started to speak, but stopped. He shook his head. He had cheated on her. Business had been his mistress. It had caused the same problems another woman would have caused. He had ignored her, for how long he refused to think about. The future was all that mattered. He turned her tear-stained face to his. "Nothing matters except us, baby." He brought his mouth to hers, kissed her.
Gurgling sobs came from her throat as tears ran down her cheeks. She clung to him desperately. "The things I've done," she sobbed, her head on his shoulder.
"The past is dead." He caressed her back, brought his hand around, found one large tit. "God, do you know how long it's been?"
Monica moaned. The touch of her husband's hand sent hot shivering goose bumps up and down her spine. "Ohhhh, Steve. Too long… too long." She squirmed and pressed her tit into his hand.
"Baby," he groaned, fumbling, pulling at her buttons. "Never again. Never." He had her blouse open, warm supple tittie meat filling his hand. "So soft." The nipple, like a red-hot bullet, burned into the palm of his hand.
Monica leaned back against the front seat, both tits exposed for her husband's pleasure. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. "How did you know where to find me?" she sighed dreamily, reveling in the firm touch of his hand.
Steve opened her blouse completely and devoured her tits with his eyes. The sight of her exquisite flesh made his cock stiffen. "Did you think I'd forget where I took your cherry?"
"Ohhhh, Steve," she murmured through a stream of tears. "You remembered." She threw herself into his arms, showering him with kisses.
Steve's hand roamed Monica's body. He massaged her hip, worked his hand down her thigh, and touched silky flesh. "Baby," he moaned. "Sweet, wonderful baby!"
Monica was out of her head. His hand was driving her wild. "Mmm, Steve. Like before. Let's do it again. Right here in the car." Saying it made her cream.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. His fingers touched her panties. He wormed under the elastic and stroked one finger through her heated cunt gash.
Monica went into spasm. She spread her legs, found the cock-bulge in his pants and squeezed. "Nnnnn, it's so hard." She was hot and ready to start her life over again.
"Take it out, baby," he groaned, squirming on the seat. "Take out my cock."
"Let me get my panties off first," she moaned. She lifted her ass and skimmed her panties down. A hot smile crossed her lips. "I'm not as shy this time."
"Neither am I," he groaned, grabbing her hand. He rubbed her hand over his throbbing prick. "It needs your mouth."
For a second, Monica withdrew her hand. She looked at Steve, her eyes filling with tears.
"None of that," he said. "The pasts dead."
"Yes, my darling." She pulled her skirt up around her waist, presenting her blonde cunt to her husband. "I'm all wet for your cock."
"I'm all stiff for your hole."
She pulled his zipper down, fished in his pants and pulled out his prick. "Ooooo, Steve." Lovingly, she stroked his bloated cockshaft, thrilled by each throb of his prickmeat against her hot palm.
Steve's face froze in a mask of passion. "Christ, baby. I need you so damn bad." He jerked up, fucking his cock through her fist.
Monica leered at his prick. "I was too shy to suck you, remember?"
Steve groaned, looked at his beautiful wife, and feasted on her tits. His gaze dropped to her bare legs, her blonde-haired pussy. "You were even too shy to jerk me off."
"I did though," she said. "You busted my cherry too."
"I don't have to now." He grinned. He grabbed a big creamy tit in his fist. "Suck me, baby! Get me ready to cum."
"Yes, Steve." She squirmed on the front seat, dropped her face to his lap and gobbled his cock quickly into her mouth.
"Unnnn," Steve groaned, fucking into his wife's face. "Baby! Baby!" He stared down at her. He realized now he had been crazy to neglect her. "Chew it, Monica. Bite it!"
Monica devoured her husband's cock, her mouth a wet furnace of desire. She sucked, bobbed her head, chewed, blending it with a steady slashing of her tongue.
Steve's hands roamed her flesh, kneading, exploring her, enjoying her body once again as if it were the first time. "Baby! Baby!"
His fingers found her cunt. He fucked three fingers into her wet steamy cunt gash. He twisted them, gouging the cushiony walls of her overheated pussy.
Spasms racked her cunt. Sucking his cock, she humped her cunt against his fist, her spongy pussy dining on his fucking fingers.
She pulled her mouth from his prick, gasping for air. "No cherry to stop you this time." Her eyes rolled as he twisted his fingers inside her pussy. "Ooooo!"
Steve popped his fingers from her tight grasping cunt. "You ready for my cock?"
"I've been ready for ages," she panted. She scrambled up. "In the back, or up here?"
"Here, baby. You climb on top!"
"Ohhh, Steve, just like the first time." She swooned, straddling his body as he yanked his pants and shorts down.
"Now there's nothing in the way." He grabbed his prick, and guided his cock through her steamy cunt gash, his gaze glued to her melon shaped tits and large round nipples.
Monica shuddered. The head of his prick was tormenting the entrance to her pussy. She kept herself above him, tits jutting out, her body quaking. "Move you hand," she gasped. "I want it all."
Steve moved his hand away from his cock, grabbed her bare hips under her skirt. "Take it then. It's all yours."
"Oooooo!" Monica squealed, slamming her pussy down and capturing Steve's cock in one mighty gulp. "Oooo, Steve. It went in so easy." She was shivering with bliss. "Soooo easy!"
Steve groaned. Hot frothy pussy juice bathed his cock, greased it in sticky heat. "Unnn, baby. So wet… so tight."
Blue eyes blazing with fire, she stared into his face. The cock she loved was buried deep in her hole. "Ooo, my darling!" she gurgled dreamily. "Oooooo, Steve!"
Her pussy muscles grabbed his thick buried cockshaft. She rolled her hips, watched the expression on his face fill with lust. "Unn, Steve. It's wonderful."
Steve humped up, his groin whacking into Monica. He twisted his hips as she twisted hers, their groins mashing, fusing. His hands mauled her hips, then circled and cupped the cheeks of her soft yielding ass. "Unnn, baby!"
Monica wriggled in spasm. "Oh, darling. I'm creaming your prick. Creaming all over you!" She stiffened her back, slapped her large fleshy tits over his face. "Ooooo." Her body quivered. "Bite them, Steve. Chew my tits."
Steve gobbled on her jiggling globes. He snatched a nipple with his teeth and bit down.
"Oooo, Steve!" She crushed him in her fleshy tits. "Oooo. Make me cream."
Feasting on Monica's tits, he lunged up, quickening the tempo of his cunt-skewering cock. Muffled groans escaped his mouth, the sounds trapped in tittie flesh. His muscles tightened. Hard upward thrusts had Monica squealing and her tits bouncing.
"Oh, Steve… I love you!" Recklessly, she thrashed about, keeping her pussy impaled on his hard thick prick. She twisted her hips, letting his cock go as deep as possible. Spongy cunt muscles, dripping with ooze, tattooed a rhythmic beat on his cockshaft.
Lunging up, Steve fucked at her with all of his strength. He quickened his pace, but kept each upward thrust calculated for optimum pleasure. "I'm going to make you cum, sweetheart… like never before." He leered into her lust-crazed face. "Like never before."
He thrust up. "Unnn!" He ravaged her pussy with his fucking prick, making Monica shake and bounce. He grabbed her tits, mauling them.
Monica's breath quickened. An orgasm swept over her. "Oh, my darling… I'm cumming!" She ground her pussy against his groin. "Oh! Oh, my God!" Orgasms bombarded her senses. Her hips lunged forward and her ass swiveled sensuously. "Steve! Ohhhh, Steve, I'm cumming!"
Steve fucked deep. Cunt juice, hot and thick, clung to his cockshaft, dribbled out over his balls. He stared into her face and saw the gleaming sheen of passion in her blue eyes. He watched her jerk and twist, his hands on her hips, guiding her, keeping her from falling.
"Oh, Steve." Her head snapped back, tits floundering, ass jiggling. She felt the bloated head of his prick fuck deep. Each downward thrust filled her cunt with his thick ready to explode cock.
She fucked him harder, with a loving unleashed passion. She fucked herself on his cock and at the same time pounded her adulterous acts from her mind. She had. Steve again, and she was never going to let him go.
Savagely, Steve lunged up, his ass coming off the front seat. Each fuck went deep, causing more cunt-cum to wash over his piercing prick. He had a lot of making up to do.
"Your cock… it feels, so wonderful. Cum, Steve. Cream me make it happen again." She skittered at the peak, needing a load of his jizz to take her higher. "Cream me!"
Grunting, his balls churning and ready to blast, Steve mangled her tits, tearing her blouse completely away. He pinched the nipples and made her howl. "Getting ready," he groaned, "My cock… gonna blast!"
"Yessss," she hissed. "Cum! Cum!" She wriggled on his prick. "I want you." Moans of passion replaced her words. Wildly, she churned her hips, ground her cunt into his groin and gobbled his cock into her exploding cunt.
They worked together, each trying to please the other, each trying to erase the past. His cock fucked deep. Her drooling cunt bathed his hulking prick with gooey pussy-cream. Her tits jiggled, and her ass quivered. He lunged up, his balls swelling, ready to erupt. Their eyes locked. His groin smashed into her pussy. Her pussy gobbled his cock.
"Baby. I'm ready!" He lunged up with all his might, making his wife scream in blissful anguish.
"Yeahhhh!" she wailed, her blonde hair thrashing across her face. She was ecstatic. The man she loved was fucking her cunt with his cock and was going to cream her. "Now, Steve! Now!"
She plunged herself down on his prick and used her muscles to torment him, to coax the cum from his balls. She rode his cock with wild abandonment.
"Cum!" she shrieked, needing his wad of jizz to take her over into bliss. "Cum!"
Suddenly, his prick exploded. A thick stream of white cum jetted from his cockhead. Thick globs quickly followed the first spraying stream. "I'm cumming! Creaming, baby! Creaming your hole!" Thick wads splattered deep.
"Ooooh, darling… I feel it… your cum. Ohhh, it's heaven!" Her cunt greased with their cum, she jammed up and down on his bulky cockshaft. The heat of his cum, spurting deep in her pussy triggered another orgasm in her cunt, mote intense than the first. With insane twists and violent bucking thrusts, she washed his cock again with her hot buttery pussy-cum.
"Baby!" Steve roared, his hands mangling her floundering tits. More jism squirted from his cock. Heavy wads white washed the spongy insides of Monica's cunt. He could feel each squirting load shoot through his cock. He felt her grabbing cunt muscles along the entire length of his prickshaft.
Monica fucked like a maniac. She whimpered and sobbed, hysterically happy. She climaxed again, falling forward, crushing Steve with her tits as another load of hot jizz splashed deep in her cunt hole.
Their groaning voices filled the car, then drifted out and blended with the crashing waves. They fucked frantically on the front seat, proving, with their, passion, their love. Grinding twists and upward hinges came together as they fucked each other.
He grabbed her hips, humping, dragging her back and forth along his cock. He felt the cum, sticky and hot, dribble down his balls, searing his hairy ball-sac before it formed a dark stain on the seat. "Baby! Baby! Fantastic! Aghhhhh!"
Monica swayed precariously on his buried prick, her head lolling, her eyes glazed. Babbling moans escaped her drooling mouth. "Steve!" She froze, almost as if in mid-air, then went into a series of wild convulsions that made her scream at the top of her lungs. She collapsed, twitching as she toppled back from the dizzy heights of her orgasms.
Steve held her tight, lunging up one last time as he emptied the rest of his cum into her pussy. "Baby," he moaned, easing her limp body off his cock. "Let's go home."
Monica snuggled close. "Hold me."
They held each other, watching the last rays of the sun disappear and the ocean turn black. Then, with Monica behind the wheel of the station wagon and Steve leading the way in their tiny sports car, they headed home.