"Are you hungry?" Katie stretched against me, groaning like a lazy cat.

"That's code for, you want dinner.” I flirted, watching her eyes twinkle back at me. "I know female-speak. I pay attention."

"Well, if you know 'female-speak', then where's my dinner?" she grinned mischievously, snuggling her naked body tighter against me in the sleeping bag. She looked so unbelievably cute, her big grey eyes sparkling, and her tangled mop of long auburn hair resisting any attempt to be tamed.

I begrudgingly emerged from the tent, coming out into the driving rain. The freezing droplets pelted my bare shoulders like stinging pebbles. I scurried in under the blue tarp Katie had strung up between the towering eucalypts that overlooked the river. On all sides, the dark, heavily-wooded mountains loomed above me, judging me.

Shivering out by the barbeque in my still-wet towel, I surveyed the river below. It had finally burst its banks, and was easily twice as wide as it had been in the morning. Large branches and other forest debris raced from right to left, crashing into each other and the submerged trees along the edge with loud, frightening cracks.

It was an interesting metaphor, I thought.

My blood chilled as I watched the symbolic ruins of my marriage violently washing away beneath me. I had just masturbated all over another woman. Twice! Hell, I had actually fingered her while she jacked me off.

And she was my best mate’s girlfriend to boot. “Good one, Dickhead,” I sighed under my breath.

To hell with Rob. He’d have to take care of himself. I was focused on what I should do about Melissa. Oh, God, Melissa, I sobbed in my mind, my eyes welling on the outside. What the fuck did I do? Eleven years of marriage pissed away, and for what? A couple of cheap orgasms. Brilliant.

I flinched at a loud crash from the debris below. Another chill of guilt washed over me. I couldn’t tell her, I knew. It would destroy her. Coming clean was all about alleviating my own guilt. It had nothing to do with Melissa. I’d just have to wear it alone.

Alone, I silently snorted to myself. I hadn’t been alone in this. Katie was just as much to blame as me. For some reason, albeit a stupid one, I was comforted that she was in it with me.

I remembered my dad’s story about the two National Geographic photographers, all his fatherly advice dispensed in joke form. I snorted another laugh. They had been approaching a pride of lions, when suddenly, one of them stopped to put on a pair of sneakers.

“What are you doing, Mate?” the other one asked. “You’re not going to outrun a lion in those.”

“I don’t need to outrun the lions,” he said. “I only need to outrun you.”

“Fuckin’ Dad!” I chuckled as I poked at the sausages on the Weber. He was right though. I did feel better.

Besides, I rationalised to myself, it wasn’t like we had sex. It was only masturbation. Hell, I had jerked off thinking about Katie more times than I could count over the last four years. The nubile twenty-five-year-old had featured in my fantasies from the day Melissa had hired her at her restaurant.

Sure, she’d been in the sleeping bag with me when I had done it, but still. It wasn’t that much worse, I lied to myself. But the line moved with every new detail I remembered. I touched her ass while I did it. I came on her. I put my cock in her hand and let her wank me. I finger-fucked her to an orgasm. I kissed her.

Looking back, I couldn’t see where the original line in the sand had been. All I knew, all I hoped, was that wherever the new line was, I hadn’t crossed it.

"Where's the car?" Katie asked, scaring the shit out of me as she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, pressing her cheek against my bicep.

"It might still be where we left it," I replied, regaining my composure and turning the sausages. Then waving the tongs down the steep valley to the left, "But I'm guessing it's most likely somewhere down there."

She gave me one of those disinterested Generation Y grunts of hers and continued caressing my stomach. The little, dried globs of cum stuck to my hair pulled annoyingly as she went, but there was no way I was going to stop her.

"More importantly," I went on, unable to help myself, "where is your pubic hair, Young Lady?"

She giggled into my arm, "I wax, Will."

"The whole lot?” Even then, especially then, the inappropriate conversation about her intimate grooming rituals thrilled me, my cock rising against the heavy towel.

"Uh-huh, the whole lot -- legs, bush, armpits, everything." Then another giggle, accompanied by a tussle of my chest hair. "You could do with some attention yourself. You're like a big teddy bear!"

"Yeah, Melissa’s always at me to get the old back, sack and crack done. Kind of a job lot, I suppose.” I paused at the mention of my wife, then deflected, “There's going to be no manscaping in this backyard."

"Good." She squeezed me tightly with a giggle. "I like you all rough and manly."

Katie’s flirting washed away the last tatters of rational thought. She seemed to want this, whatever this was, as much as I did. I tried to think through it, but with my erection doing its best to push the towel into the barbeque and set me on fire, I wasn’t thinking at my best, at least not with my brain.

We retired to the tent with our sausage sandwiches and another bottle of the cheap stuff. Katie sat beside me while we ate, my free hand wrapped around her. With no hair on her delightfully smooth tummy, my dried cum crumbled and flaked off her skin as I found excuses to touch her and brush over it. We sat like that, talking well into the darkness about life, love and all the gossip at the restaurant.

"Can I teach you about wine?" she begged, pressing her breasts into my chest as she leaned across me in the dark.

Sure," I smiled. I didn't give a shit, but if she was happy, I was happy.

She began with a brief tutorial on aromas, but given we had no glasses and could only smell the wine from the bottles, it was a lost cause. She went on with a general description of sauvignon blanc, explaining how it was crisp and elegant, and perfectly matched with fish and cheese.

"And what will Melissa say when she finds out you think it goes well with a steak sandwich?" I teased with a tickle in her ribs.

She softly giggled in my ear. "We're not going to tell her. This little camping trip of ours is a secret. It's just for you and I."

"What happens on tour, stays on tour?" I whispered back, letting myself get carried away with the forbidden thrill of the moment again.

"Exactly!" she slurred slightly, showing the early signs of inebriation.

Katie continued with her lesson, teaching me how to taste wine properly. I rolled my eyes with impunity in the darkness. But obviously the test bottles we were working our way through were having an effect on me, because I just couldn't get it.

"Look, just take a small bit into your mouth," she repeated. "Hold it on your tongue and let it flow all over it. You've got different taste buds in different parts of your tongue. You've got to make sure you coat them all.

"No! Don't swish it around like mouthwash." She slapped my arm. "Look, like this."

I was about to explain to her that it was pitch black in the tent and I couldn't look at anything, but as I opened my mouth, she slipped her tongue between my lips. It was so soft and warm, and wet. And tasted sweetly of wine.

I don't know how that was supposed to teach me anything, and wondered if she'd actually intended it to. Regardless, I sucked her tongue gently, swirling and probing my own back into her mouth. Judging by the way she kissed me back, it was definitely a ruse on her part.

We collapsed onto the mattress, kissing passionately. I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through her soft hair. She was breathing heavily through her nose, whimpering into my mouth as we lost ourselves.

Katie's legs parted as I rolled on top of her, bouncing comically on the inflatable mattress below. I brushed her long hair out from under her shoulders, fanning it over the edge of the pillow, and continued to kiss her. I felt her left hand clutching at my right hip, her smooth thighs hooked tightly over my own.

Her right hand burrowed down, finding my shaft and gripping it tightly. I let a moan escape into her mouth as she manipulated my cock in the non-existent space between us. I felt my super sensitive head squelching against her sodden lips, just rubbing back and forth.

Oh shit, this was it, I thought. We were going to have sex. Any pretence of not having cheated on Melissa before was about to be shattered. I stiffened, trying to hold myself back with the last ounce of willpower I had left. "What are you doing?" I gasped, finally pulling myself away from her kiss.

"I'm wanking with your cock," she moaned.

I suppose that’s all right then, I bullshitted myself.

I kissed her deeply again, working my way down to her neck with gentle little bites and kisses. I then sucked her earlobe into my mouth and whispered how much I wanted her in her ear.

Katie continued rubbing her pussy with my cock. She spiralled my head against her clit, periodically running it down the length of her soft folds to her opening. About half a dozen laps in, she let my swollen glands rest at the bottom of her downstroke, her wet labia softly clasping the end of my penis in a perfect kiss.

A gentle tug and a roll of her hips engulfed the first few inches of my cock in her tight, wet pussy. She bore down on me with her nubile cunt, pulsing around my hardness. I couldn't believe it. I was inside her. Every filthy, adulterous desire fulfilled in a single wanton moment.

That line in the sand had been kicked smooth.

Then, without warning, she unsheathed me and slid my engorged head back to her clit. She teased me like that for an eternity, deeply kissing me and moaning seductively into my mouth.

Once again, she dipped the end of my cock into her molten core. An agonizing infinity later, her right hand released my shaft and slid around to my hip. I trembled with anticipation, unable to believe this was really happening.

"Oh, Will," she exhaled, as her fingers dug into my buttocks and pulled me into her.

Her hips bucked up to meet my full length. I was instantaneously buried to the hilt in this gorgeous young woman. I cried out in ecstasy. Katie's hands moved up from my ass, stroking my back. I slowly pumped myself in and out of her.

"Oh, Will," she moaned breathlessly. "God, I’ve wanted this for so long."

"Me too. You feel so good," I panted back. "You are so sexy, Katie. I’ve wanted you since the first moment you walked in that restaurant."

Katie's pussy was a hot, slippery glove around my cock. Her toned, silky smooth thighs were the perfect vice, along with the confines of the sleeping bag, holding me tightly to her. And her whining moans were music to my ears in the pitch darkness.

My thrusts in and out of her picked up speed, exaggerated by the bouncing of the blow-up mattress beneath us. We both grunted like animals, licking at each other's mouths and faces. Katie snorted in between grunting moans, trying to speak. Finally, she managed to get out a series of disjointed words that announced she was coming.

Her nails dug painfully into my back as she convulsed in spasms underneath me. She desperately fought to stifle her pleasure, holding her breath and sounding like she was trying to stop a sneeze. But finally the dam burst, and she overflowed with a primal, guttural scream.

She completely let go, letting herself be swept away by the euphoria.

Her sopping cunt drowning my cock, her total, utter abandon swamped me. My own orgasm built like a tsunami, filling my body with impossible tension, before crashing ashore in a torrent of unadulterated pleasure.

I exploded inside Katie's beautiful pussy, flooding her womb with my seed. One electric spasm after another had me blasting spurt after spurt of spunk into her until I just couldn't move anymore.

I collapsed, spent on top of her, puffing and moaning like a madman. Katie ran her fingers through my hair and kissed the side of my face until I calmed down.

"I am so perfectly happy, Will. That was incredible,” She sighed. “Are you okay?”

"Uh-huh.” I kissed her again, completely enamoured with her.

"Listen," she said, the smile audible in her voice.

"What?"

"The rain. It's stopped."

Sure enough, the drumming rain on the tent had fallen silent. Only the roar of the swollen river remained.

I fell asleep on top of her, inside her. The next morning when we woke to the sound of the rushing river and birdsong, we lazily made love in the sleeping bag. We stared into each other's eyes the whole time, her grey orbs sparkling in the muted blue tones of the tent.

There was nothing for it anymore. There was no line, at least not in front of us. We were adrift in a full-blown affair. No regrets, no second thoughts, just the moment.

The sun was out as I barbequed up the last of our bacon. It’s warming rays emitted a fresh natural scent from the wet vegetation around us. Eucalypt and wattle filled the air, unusually, but pleasantly blending with the aroma of the sizzling rashers. And while the river had obviously peaked overnight, it still raged beyond its banks. The Prado was nowhere to be seen.

"I reckon we've still got another day here at least," I said, laying an egg on top of the bacon already in Katie's bun. "It'll take a while for that river to go down."

She juggled the bun lids into place. "It'll at least give us a chance to dry out these clothes.”

"And that sleeping bag," I grinned.

"You're terrible," she laughed knowingly, bumping me with her hip.

The sleeping bag never got a chance to dry out. We spent the rest of the day snuggled up inside it, and made love twice more before falling asleep that night.

The faint sound of diesel engines woke me the next morning. I slowly became aware of Katie snuggled in tight against me, her hair in unruly tangles across my face. Brushing the web-like strands from my mouth and smoothing them over her head, I let my eyes focus on the seam of the blue dome tent above. Our legs were interlocked, and my cock began to stir against her hip.

“Will?!” a booming voice echoed in the distance. “Katie?!”

“Oh my God!” It was a woman’s voice, familiar, but too distressed to identify. “Will?! Will, where are you?! Oh, God, Will, please! Where are you?!”

“Huh?” Katie stirred next to me, nuzzling into my neck. “What’s that?”

Rob’s voice joining the desperate calls outside was the first I recognised. He had joined the others, screaming for Katie and I. I sat bolt upright in the sleeping bag, half throwing Katie clear like a ragdoll. “Oh fuck!” I gasped. “It’s Rob and the others. They’re here.”

“Oh shit!” Katie cried, tearing open the sleeping bag zipper and frantically grabbing for her underwear.

I fell over myself as I struggled to get my own undies on. We exchanged a panicked look as we desperately kicked ourselves into our pants and wrestled with our shirts. Shoving my head through the sleeve of my t-shirt, I ripped it open. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

My entire world became not getting caught in such a compromising position with Katie. And judging by the look of terror on her face, she was thinking exactly the same thing. Finally getting my sodden hiking boots laced up, I tore open the zips on the flaps. I tumbled out of the tent, leaving Katie behind to re-button her shirt.

I bounded past the barbecue to the edge of the plateau. Down the grassy slope, by the river, two Toyota Landcruisers were stopped on the track, one white, one silver. They were Ian’s and Rob’s. Two women were in front of the white one on the bank: the brunette comforting the blonde as she kept calling my name.

“Will?! Answer me! Where are you?!” It was Melissa. Sally tried to hold her back, but my wife was slowly dragging them downstream.

I scanned left to see Rob splashing thigh-deep through the river, pumping his arms to gain the necessary momentum. Farther on, another fifty metres or so, Ian had already scrambled up onto my maroon Prado, which was half-submerged on its side. He lifted up the driver’s door and almost fell inside to check if we were there. Not finding us, he crawled towards the back of the wagon and lifted up the rear door for another careful inspection.

“Ian?” Sally called out, causing me to tennis-spin my head back to the right.

“They’re not inside.” Ian’s deep voice boomed back.

I stuck my thumb and index finger in my mouth, and whistled as loud as I could to get their attention. All four of them froze and looked up at me. I could see Ian and Rob both slump with sighs of relief. The girls, too, were elated, Melissa holding her hand over her mouth.

“We’re okay,” I called down. “Everything’s fine.”

“Oh, thank God!” Ian shouted back.

Katie appeared at my side and waved down at Rob. “Hey, Babes,” she smiled, almost too softly for him to hear. But he did, and he flashed her a wry smile, still standing in the river a dozen or so metres away from my shipwrecked Toyota.

I left them to it and trotted down the slope towards Melissa. As I approached, she tentatively let go of Sally and padded forward. Her green eyes were filled with tears, her bottom lip quivering.

“Hey,” I soothed as I swept her up in a tight hug, cupping the back of her head and stroking her curly blonde ponytail. “It’s okay. Everything’s all right.”

Melissa leaned back to look into my eyes. “I missed you. I was so worried. And when I saw the car…” Her eyes darted over my shoulder to the trashed Prado in the river. Then she started to cry.

I held her close, letting her release the tension. Then gently lifting her chin, I stared into my wife’s eyes. I softly smiled, “Okay, that’s enough. Lock it up now.”

Melissa snorted a laugh through her tears, and then playfully slapped me on the chest. “Shut up.”

I caught her smiling lips in mine and kissed her. As our tongues found each other, I was struck with how totally in love with her I was. This woman, this incredible woman who had chosen to share her life with me. I was so lucky to have her.

I was such a fucking dumbass.

The fact that I had spent the last two days cheating on her cut me to the bone. What the fuck did I do?

All I knew in that moment was that I would never do anything to risk losing her again. No matter what, she was mine. I would forever honour that. What’s done is done. Melissa was my present, and God willing, she would be my future.

I couldn’t help but scoff a laugh at the irony of it all.

“What?” Melissa looked up at me.

“Nothing,” I smiled. “I’m just glad to see you.”

“Hmm, I can feel,” she teased, pressing her pubic bone into my growing erection.

“All right, you two, don’t make me turn the hose on you,” Rob interrupted as he came over, already reunited with Katie.

Melissa let me go to give Katie a big hug.

Despite being only ten years older, she was overly motherly, making sure I had done everything possible to look after her. “I’m sorry,” Melissa said after the clucking had finished. “I needed to borrow some of your clothes. All mine were in there.” She pointed over to our Prado.

“That’s okay,” Katie smiled.

Seeing them both together, my wife and my…mistress, there was no comparison. Melissa was who I was supposed to be with. I knew it. I was drawn to her.

Katie on the other hand: I was actually repelled. I didn’t want to look at her, or talk to her. I wanted to get away from her. Turning away, I gave Sally a big hug, thankful to divert my attention.

Releasing Sally, I gave my wife the once over. I was immediately drawn to the blue yoga pants, which showed off a visible panty line. She was about Katie’s size, but her bum was a little bigger, and her boobs a little smaller. She was also wearing a red t-shirt with FIGJAM printed in white block letters across her chest. “Sounds about right,” I snorted.”

“What?” Melissa was oblivious.

“Fuck I’m good, just ask me,” I explained.

“Oh my God!” Melissa blushed and held her hands across her breasts. “Rob!” She slapped him in the arm. “How could you let me wear this?”

“Trust me,” he replied. “That’s the most respectable thing she has.”

“Hey!” Katie punched Rob, the poor bastard copping it from both sides.

Ian strode ashore, letting Rob off the hook from the girls. He gripped me with hands the size of shovels and checked how I was, before engulfing Katie in a giant embrace. “I’m so glad you two are okay,” he boomed after letting her go. “What the hell happened?”

I gave them all a detailed, albeit edited account of our adventure. Katie and I explained how we had become stranded in the river, and ultimately abandoned the vehicle. Ian seemed impressed that I had at least managed to keep the Prado upright during the ordeal. Sally, on the other hand, was more chuffed that we had been able to salvage so much camping equipment and stayed relatively comfortable during the downpour. But that’s unfortunately where it ended.

Things soon degenerated into a double-barrelled lecture about the dangers of river crossings, with both Ian and Sally giving me a stern talking to. I took my lumps as best I could, trying to make light of the situation. Melissa and Rob fighting to keep straight faces really didn’t help. But as always, it was often more expedient to just own the fuck-up and move on.

Eventually Ian outlined an elaborate plan to recover the Prado. They would cross the river and head downstream, using their winch to pull my car upright. Then doubling back across the river to where we were, they would winch it out of the water. And finally, they would tow me back over the river and into town. It seemed like a lot of fucking about, but Ian knew what he was doing. I was certainly in no position to argue.

He waded through the river, surveying the condition of the track, while Sally eased their white Landcruiser into the water behind him. The rest of us climbed up the slope to take down our campsite.

“So, how’s that Prado working out for you?” Rob stirred with a big shit-eating grin as we trudged up the hill.

“Shut up, Dickhead,” I laughed back, punching him in the arm. He returned the blow, and we were soon wrestling like a couple of adolescent brothers, much to the amusement of our respective partners.

When we reached the plateau and I saw the blue dome tent, my blood ran cold. Katie and I had been fucking each other’s brains out in there the previous few days. That sleeping bag, I knew, was covered in cum stains. To say nothing of the smell. Katie realised too, her head whipping around to give me a panicked second or two of eye contact.

“Hey, Honey,” I suggested to Melissa. “How about you and Rob sort out that tarp and barbeque? Katie and I’ll pack up our shit in the tent.”

“Sure,” Melissa chirped, leading Rob over to the Weber and directing him to reach up and untie the tarp.

Katie and I shared a silent moment of relief as we nonchalantly tried not to sprint into the tent to cover up our indiscretions. We dived inside, and I bundled up the sleeping bag and shoved it into its nylon case. Luckily, everything we had done had been contained inside that bag, so as long as I got it into the wash before Melissa got to it, I was convinced we would get away with it.

Careful to check there were no other tell-tale signs of our infidelity, we piled the rest of the gear out onto the grass. We ferried everything down to the bank in a couple of trips each, Rob and I doing the lion’s share, while Melissa and Katie faffed about deflating the mattress and taking down the tent.

Ian’s plan to recover the Prado, of course, went off without a hitch.

Rob and Katie decided to go back to the campsite with the others, While Ian and Sally towed us into town. We said our goodbyes, Katie and I overcompensating with an awkward ass-out hug, rather than her usual full-body press. Melissa and Rob seemed to do the same, and then we were off.

We got to Cessnock at about lunchtime, Ian and Sally towing us to a local smash repairer. Thankfully, they were affiliated with our insurance company, and they assessed the damage while the four of us had lunch at a quaint café in the centre of town.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back with us?” Sally pleaded. “We’re still going to be out there another five days.”

“No thanks, Sal,” Melissa smiled warmly. “It’s been a bit much. I just want to get everything sorted out here, and then get home. There’s an Avis over there.” She pointed across the street. “We’ll just rent a car and go home.”

Ian and Sally were disappointed, but they understood. Our camping trip was over. We walked them back to their white four-wheel-drive and farewelled them back to the wilderness.

“Next time we’ll all head out together,” Ian offered solemnly, swinging open the driver’s door.

“No worries, Mate,” I agreed as I shook his hand and slapped his shoulder.

We waved goodbye as they drove off, before we headed across the street to rent some shitty little Hyundai. Back at the garage, the repairer hadn’t finished quoting the repairs to our Prado. It was going to be another couple of hours until he was ready for us to sign the paperwork.

“We can take some of these clothes and shit to a Laundromat while we wait,” I suggested, making a mental note to include the sleeping bag in the load.

“Let’s just check into a nice little bed and breakfast somewhere.” Melissa looked up at me hopefully as she pressed herself against me. “Get them to wash them for us.”

“Great idea,” I grinned. “Like Sally said, we’ve still got five days until we have to go back.”

“Ha! Five days? You’ll never make it, Lover Boy.” Melissa laughed, snatching the keys out of my hand and skipping around to the driver’s side.

“Wanna bet?” I landed a smack on her ass before she danced out of reach, her squealing giggle hardening my cock.

We jumped in the car and headed off in search of somewhere to stay, eventually finding a cute guest house about forty minutes out of town. The owners were lovely, gladly taking care of our laundry after showing us to a gorgeous little cottage, nestled in between a few dozen rows of grapevines and a small lake. It was perfect - plush and homely.

Melissa loved it.

She jumped in the shower while I waged war with the open fireplace. It took me about a month’s worth of newspapers to get the damn thing lit. But when I did, it popped and crackled nicely, filling the darkening space with a beautiful warm glow.

Far too pleased with myself, I stood up and headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. It was then I realised that I was covered in dry cum and God knows what scent from Katie’s pussy. In an instant, my blood froze as my terrified heart pumped it at high speed throughout my body. Swallowing, trying to return some moisture to my mouth, I uprooted myself from the spot and eased forward.

Melissa was standing naked at the sink, teasing her hair with a hairdryer. I approached from behind, catching her gaze in the mirror. She watched me with those emerald green eyes of hers as I kissed her left shoulder, just above her blue butterfly tattoo.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she playfully scolded as I cupped her ass. “Get yourself hosed off first, Smokey.”

I stripped off my clothes and shoved them into the plastic laundry bag with Melissa’s, or more accurately, Katie’s. Unable to stop myself from wondering if she’d borrowed her panties too, I jumped into the shower and got to work on that dried cum. As I stood there, letting the hot water wash away the sins of the previous few days, I took stock of what had happened.

I had cheated on my wife.

Despite my guilt, in fact, because of it, I reasoned that if I could just make love to Melissa, get her back, it would smooth over everything I had done with Katie. Like painting over some terrible graffiti. Absurd logic, I know. But it felt somehow natural.

As I dried myself after my shower, Melissa studied me intently with her big green eyes. I stood up after towelling off my calves and feet, and smiled at her. She was standing there in the nude, with her head tilted to the side.

"Come on," she smiled, leading me back into the bedroom.

Two steps onto the carpet, Melissa turned to face me. Without saying a word, she ran her hands down my chest to my stomach. As she got lower, she went down onto her knees in front of me. Her eyes locked on mine, Melissa took my cock in her hand and kissed the head softly. I stared down at her, running my fingers lightly through her freshly shampooed hair. She smiled, then sunk her mouth halfway down my length.

The sight of my cock disappearing into my wife’s mouth was incredible, to say nothing of how it felt.

Her lips gripped my shaft and slid back to the sensitive glands, her wet tongue cradling my cock as she went. With just the head in her mouth, she licked at the seam, then sank back down on my prick again. The visual and tactile sensation of Melissa sucking my cock like that was amazing. She bobbed up and down on me, holding my hips for leverage. My own hands were on either side of her head, pulling her closer as I fucked her mouth.

I got carried away in the heat of the moment, and pulled her head into my groin a bit too hard. I felt the head of my cock wedge into the back of my wife’s throat, and she started gagging.

"Oh, Honey! I'm so sorry," I cried.

"It's okay, Sweetie," Melissa smiled up at me, wanking my shaft with her hand while she caught her breath. She took my cock back into her mouth, but kept her hand gripped around the base to protect herself as she fellated me. Her other hand, I saw, had slipped between her legs and was feverishly rubbing her pussy.

Melissa sensed I was getting close to orgasm. She pulled herself off my cock briefly, but still pumped it with her hand.

"Are you okay?" I gasped.

"Uh-huh. I want to taste you, Sweetie," she breathed. "I want you to come in my mouth."

And with that, my raging cock was warmly enveloped in my wife’s mouth again. She pumped her fist up and down my shaft as her lips clamped around the head, with her tongue swirling around and around.

"Oh, Melissa...!" I cried, ejaculating spurt after spurt of thick, ropey semen into her mouth.

"Mmmm," Melissa smiled, as she sat back onto her feet. She looked up at me, still with her hand on my prick. I could see her moving her tongue around inside her mouth, making sure my cum coated every single taste bud. She closed her eyes as she swallowed. Then she licked and sucked at her lips, and ran her tongue around her teeth to clear my sticky cum away.

I lifted her back to her feet by her shoulders, then kissed her deeply. I could taste my pungent, earthy cum on her lips and tongue, and the thought of it, more than anything, drove me wild: my wife just swallowed my come.

I lowered Melissa gently to the four-poster bed a few steps away. She scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard. I crawled onto the bed, moving up between her legs. But she seemed to be holding them together, almost denying me access to her pussy. She tried to pull my face up towards hers, but I resisted. I wanted to taste her, gorge on her.

Caressing the outside of her thighs, I coaxed her legs apart. Melissa’s pretty little vagina blossoming open before me. The sticky smell of her pussy was overwhelming, much stronger than I was used to. Her glistening petals were stunningly beautiful. I dropped down onto my belly and buried my face in her cunt.

I licked and sucked like a man possessed. I nibbled her clit, sucked her labia and plunged my tongue deeply into her canal. There was no technique. It was a frenzied feast. As I fucked her with my tongue, my nose mashing against her clit, her body seemed to relax.

She giggled in between her moans. "You're getting carried away again, Sweetie."

"I'm sorry, Honey," I smiled, "I just love the taste of this 1979 vintage."

“Katie bored you shitless about wine, huh?” she giggled, wrinkling her nose at me, before pushing my head back down to her pussy.

I felt myself blush at the mention of Katie’s name, my forehead prickling. I prayed Melissa didn’t notice, or read anything into it if she did. She knew me too well. And if there was any indication that I had done something wrong, she would be all over me.

Fortunately, she seemed happily distracted with my oral performance. I found comfort though in the fact that I hadn’t gone down on Katie. That was something I had thankfully saved for my wife.

I regained my composure, and licked and sucked at her clit, while I fucked her with my index and middle fingers. Melissa moaned loudly as I spiralled my tongue around her button and rubbed hard at the change in texture on the front wall of her vagina. Before long, Melissa bucked her hips as she came, crushing my face with her thighs, the increased wetness in her pussy flowing around my fingers.

It was our well-practised routine, finely honed over many years. She would suck me off until I came, usually on her breasts, but sometimes on her face or in her mouth. I would then go down on her until I got hard again, often bringing her to a couple of orgasms. And then we would make love. You could set your watch to it.

Far from boring, it was tremendously comfortable. And now that I desperately needed this routine to press some sort of sexual reset button, I was more excited than I had been in years.

We stared at each other a moment, silently communicating we were both ready for the next step. Melissa jumped up and spun around onto all fours in front of me. She was looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes blazing with anticipation. I knelt up behind her and fed my cock into that hungry little pussy. With my hands on her soft hips, I fucked my wife for all I was worth.

The sound of my wife’s grunting, and the wet slapping of my hips into her ass was hypnotic. I stared down at my rock hard prick plunging in and out of her tight, wet hole, and could imagine no better sight. Melissa threw her head back in ecstasy as I thrust in and out of her. Her long honey blonde hair falling across her back in glossy waves.

The whole time Katie and I had been together in the tent, I'd never actually got a good look at her, wrapped up tightly in that sleeping bag. I smiled to myself, somehow reassured. This was something else only Melissa and I shared. This was ours.

With every stroke, my dalliance with Katie became a more distant memory.

But it didn't seem right somehow, fucking my wife doggy-style like a dirty slut in a strange bed. She deserved better from me. I wanted to honour her, make her feel special.

I slowed my pace, and caressed my hands from her hips up towards her head. As my fingers passed in under her flowing curls, I felt the delicate contours of the muscles in her back. I savoured the touch of her slender body. When I reached her shoulders, I pulled her up close to me, and wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you, Melissa," I breathed into her ear.

"I love you back," she smiled, kissing me over her shoulder.

We fell down onto the bed into a spooning position, my hands cupped around her modest breasts. I gently squeezed and kneaded her soft globes, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as I slowly rocked in and out of her. Melissa held my hands, interlocking her fingers with mine. I needed to be so close to her. It was so perfect.

"Melissa, I'm going to come," I said after an eternity of making love so tenderly.

She brought our hands down her soft belly to her pussy, and together, we rubbed her clit. I felt my cock sliding in and out of her slippery cunny, her gentle folds sucking at my shaft. Melissa's whines and moans increased in pitch. The roll of her hips intensified. I lost myself in the moment, and pulled her close as I came deep inside her. The hot torrent of my cum pushed her over the edge, rocking her in a trembling climax of her own.

I lay there holding my wife in the afterglow, caressing the sexy curve of her hip. The warmth of the fire embraced us, its flickering crackles punctuating the rise and fall of our synchronised breathing. With her, I was home. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. There was no one else I wanted to be with.

I had found redemption, if only in my own mind.

“So, you got along well with Katie then?” Melissa purred, a smug edge to her tone.

Huh?” I furrowed my brow, wondering why she’d mentioned Katie. “What do you mean?”

Melissa giggled, the same way she did when she knew she had me beaten long before I ever did. “Will, you called me Katie when you came.”

My blood ran cold, my heart pounding out of my chest. I even think I stopped breathing. “What?” I croaked, my voice catching in my throat.

Melissa rolled over, unsheathing my cock from her sopping pussy as she turned. I fell onto my back, overcome with terror. But she snuggled into me, resting her head on my chest and sweeping her smooth thigh up over my legs. She giggled again, fingering the hair on my chest.

“It’s okay, Sweetie. I know you’re mine,” she whispered. “I know I’m yours. Besides, what happens in the bush…”

“Really?” I blurted, before my feeble mind could warn me to continue the charade.

Melissa lifted her head up and stared into my eyes. There was genuine peace in hers, and her smile was so beautifully sincere. “Really,” she whispered. She gently kissed me. “I love you, Will.”

“Oh my God. I love you so much, Honey,” I breathed, my eyes welling. I really was deeply in love with her. I kissed her again, then kissed the top of her head as she laid it back on my chest.

Melissa squeezed me tightly, groaning with contentment as she did. She really was the most amazing woman.

She was so incredibly understanding, pragmatic even. She had patiently given me space to pack up the tent without her. She had been awkward when hugging Rob goodbye. She had tried to stop me going down on her.

Hang on a minute! “What did you do?” I balked, my heart thumping for an entirely different reason.

She giggled wickedly, “Obviously nothing you didn’t.”

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