After dinner, they walked along the winding path, enjoying the warm breeze blowing softly through the garden. "So, do you still think coming here was a stupid waste of money?" Lance asked
She gave him a smile. "I'll reserve my final comment on that question until later, but I will say I'm enjoying myself so far."
Lance allowed an internal smile and gave her hand a squeeze. "I love you so much. I miss having this kind of time with you. I mean, I don't mind sharing you with Adam. I know he needs you a lot more than I do, but once in a while, it would be nice to know that there's still room in your heart for me too."
"You are always in my heart."
As much as he wanted to believe what she said, her past actions spoke of something different. He'd merely been a passenger on her runaway train-ride of emotions over the last year.
He tried to think of something to say that wouldn't come off sounding condescending. The last thing he wanted at this stage was another argument, especially when they'd seemed to have made progress today. Even with her admission, he was smart enough to know that they were a long way from being the happy couple they were when they were first married. Before he could reply, she turned her attention back down the path and a wrinkle formed in her brow.
"What's wrong?" he asked, glancing in the direction she looked.
"I thought I heard something." She took a few steps and stopped, her mouth agape. She raised a hand and pointed toward a white gazebo nestled in the back of the garden, outlined in white twinkle lights.
Lance quickly joined her, only to realize they'd stumbled across another couple having sex.
"I thought public displays were off limits." Sam said, her voice barely a whisper. Lance quickly scanned their surroundings before pulling her behind a row of shrubs, concealing them from the couple's view.
"They are, but are you willing to turn them in? Because I'm sure as hell not."
Lance shifted his gaze back to where the woman lay on the bench inside the gazebo, with her unbuttoned blouse hanging wide open and her skirt pushed up around her waist. The man, with his trousers puddled around his ankles, pumped into her. Lance could see the sweat glistening off the man's bare back as he grunted with each thrust. Almost immediately, Lance's cock sprang to attention. Not because he saw the woman cupping her own breasts, tweaking her nipples, but because he could easily picture Sam in that position.
Lance reached down to adjust the growing bulge in his pants, and realized he wasn't the only one transfixed by the couple. Judging by Sam's short rapid breaths and the mesmerized look on her face, he was pretty sure she liked what she saw, too.
The right thing would have been to turn and walk away; after all, they were intruding on the couple's private moment. Then again, if the couple hadn't wanted to get caught, they should have taken it back to their bungalow.
He carefully sidled up behind Sam and wrapped a strong arm around her waist, her wonderful aroma of jasmine wrapping around him like a blanket. "Like what you see?" he whispered against her ear.
She shuddered beneath his touch before she turned her head slightly to look at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I'd be lying if I said no."
Her attention drifted back to the couple as Lance rested against a tree and pulled her to him. "It's different, isn't it?"
"What's different?" she asked, her voice husky with want as she wiggled her ass against his growing erection.
He swallowed hard. It had been so long since he'd seen her wound up, he'd forgotten just how damn sexy she was when aroused. "Watching the real thing versus a tape."
"Oh, yeah," she replied as she continued to rub up and down against him.
"The sounds are much more authentic than that overdubbed stuff in the movies," he said while his hand burrowed beneath her top and trailed over heated skin on his way to her breast. "If you really listen, you can almost hear the way his balls slap against her ass and the soft whimpers escaping from her as he pounds into her." Lance tweaked her nipple through the lacy bra she wore and felt it tighten and grow beneath his touch. "She's really enjoying what he's doing to her."
"Mmmm ... hmmm," Sam replied as she dropped her head back against his shoulder. He continued to pull and pluck at the nub until it felt like a tiny rock beneath his fingers.
"Put yourself in her place, Sam. Can you feel me filling you while the breeze kisses your skin? Adrenaline pumping through your veins as the thought of getting caught doing something so private out in public sets your insides on fire."
She whimpered and ground against him, and he knew her desire was slowly engulfing her. Just a little more and she'd be completely consumed by need. "There's nothing more erotic than watching two people who are truly in love have sex. Notice how she's looking up at him. What you do you see?"
Sam lifted her head from his shoulder and studied the couple, her breathing growing more ragged with each breath, with each stroke the pair completed. "She loves him," Sam whispered. "She trusts him implicitly, and she knows no one could ever make her feel the way he does."
"If I stripped you naked and took you right here, right now, would you look at me like that, Sam?"
She turned her head slightly and planted a soft, open-mouthed kiss on his neck. "Yes."
"Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to take you right here?"
"God, yes." She gasped as she shoved her ass harder against him.
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