Our Secret Inferno
Deep in the whispering pines of the Cascade Mountains, where the air hung heavy with pine sap and distant thunder, Alex and Lena escaped the grind of city life. Their sleek SUV crunched over gravel as they pulled up to the isolated cabin, a rustic haven with smoke curling from the stone chimney. This wasn’t just a getaway—it was their ritual, a place to unleash the raw hunger they kept locked away from prying eyes. Chapter 1: The Cabin Beckons | Chapter 2: Trail of Temptation | Jump to Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: The Cabin Beckons 🔥
The door swung open with a groan, releasing a rush of cedar-scented warmth that wrapped around them like a lover’s arms. Lena stepped in first, her auburn waves cascading over sun-kissed shoulders, athletic curves hugged by tight hiking leggings that clung to her firm ass like a second skin. At 42, she moved with the grace of her yoga classes, but here, away from students and suburbia, her green eyes sparked with something feral.
Alex followed, his broad shoulders filling the frame—late forties, salt-and-pepper stubble framing a jaw that could cut glass, muscles honed from construction sites rippling under his flannel shirt. He dropped their bags with a thud, the sound echoing off log walls adorned with faded quilts. “Fuck, this place always feels like ours alone,” he growled, voice low and gravelly, pulling her close. His hands roamed her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her waistband.
She twisted in his grip, pressing her back to his chest, feeling the hard ridge of his cock already straining against his jeans. “Our little secret hideaway,” Lena murmured, her breath hitching as his fingers slipped under her shirt, tracing the underside of her full breasts. No bra today—just the faint jiggle of her C-cups, nipples hardening to peaks under his rough palms. The cabin’s hearth crackled, casting flickering shadows that danced across exposed beams, while outside, wind rustled needles like a thousand sighs.
They’d built this tradition over years, ever since that stolen weekend when they first fucked like animals in a similar spot. Back then, it was their dirty secret—married but craving more than vanilla routines. Now, with kids off at college, they dove deeper, no holds barred. Lena spun, dropping to her knees on the worn rug, her fingers yanking at his belt. The metallic clink mingled with his sharp inhale. She freed his thick shaft, veined and throbbing, already leaking precum that glistened like dew. “Missed this monster,” she whispered, tongue flicking the slit, tasting salt and musk.
Alex tangled fingers in her hair, guiding her deeper. Her mouth enveloped him, hot and wet, lips stretching around his girth as she bobbed, gagging slightly when he hit the back of her throat. Spit trailed down her chin, dripping onto the rug’s fibers. He groaned, hips bucking, the scent of her arousal rising—tangy, feminine, mixing with the woodsmoke. “Suck it harder, baby. Show me that yoga throat.”
She hollowed her cheeks, humming vibrations along his length, one hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The other slipped between her legs, rubbing her soaked pussy through fabric. Tension coiled in his gut; he pulled out with a pop, strings of saliva connecting them. “Not yet. Unpack later. Bed. Now.”
The bedroom loomed at the end of the hall, king-sized bed piled with flannel sheets, windows framing twilight mountains. Lena stripped en route, leggings peeled down toned thighs, revealing a trimmed landing strip of auburn curls above puffy lips already slick. Naked, she dove onto the mattress, ass up, spine arched. Alex shed clothes like shackles, his cock bobbing heavy as he climbed behind her.
He slapped her ass—crack echoing—leaving a pink handprint. “Spread ’em.” She did, fingers parting glistening folds. His tongue plunged first, lapping from clit to asshole in broad strokes, savoring her earthy tang. She moaned into the pillow, fists clutching sheets that smelled faintly of last summer’s sweat. Then he rose, tip nudging her entrance, slamming home in one thrust. Her walls clenched, milking him as he pounded, balls slapping wet skin.
“Fuck me like you own it,” Lena gasped, pushing back. Sweat beaded on their skin, the room filling with the squelch of penetration, her cries building to screams. He gripped her hips bruisingly, railing deeper, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. Orgasm ripped through her first—body convulsing, juices squirting around his pistoning cock. He followed, roaring, flooding her with hot spurts that leaked out as he kept thrusting through aftershocks.
They collapsed, tangled and panting, the secret fire of their bond reignited. But night was young.
Chapter 2: Trail of Temptation
Dawn painted the peaks gold as they laced boots, steam from coffee mugs curling in crisp air. Lena wore tiny shorts that rode up her crack, sports bra barely containing her tits, bouncing with each step. Alex’s gaze lingered on the jiggle, his cargo pants tenting already. “Hike first? Or you wanna bend over that stump right there?” he teased, slapping her ass as they hit the trail.
The path wound through ferns and mossy boulders, birdsong piercing the quiet—sharp trills like nature’s alarm. Pine resin stuck to their soles, earthy dampness soaking socks. Lena led, hips swaying hypnotically, sweat trickling down her spine. Half a mile in, at a secluded overlook, she paused, leaning against a massive fir. “Feel that breeze on my pussy? Shorts are soaked.”
Alex pressed against her from behind, grinding his erection into her cleft. “Secret spot like this… no one’s watching.” His hand dove into her shorts, fingers finding her clit, swollen and slick. She whimpered, grinding back, the bark rough against her palms. He freed his cock, yanking her shorts aside—not off—just enough. Sunlight dappled their skin as he thrust in, her pussy gripping like a vice.
“Oh god, yes—fuck me raw out here,” she begged, voice husky. He obliged, one hand over her mouth to muffle screams, the other pinching nipples through fabric. Wind whipped her hair; distant waterfall roared like applause. She came hard, thighs quaking, but he pulled out, spinning her. “On your knees. Taste us.”
Lena dropped, dirt grinding into knees, mouth engulfing his pussy-smeared dick. She slurped greedily, ass high, shorts wedged exposing her holes. Alex fingered her asshole while she blew him, two digits stretching the tight ring. “Gonna claim that later,” he promised, pulling her up as his balls tightened. He bent her over a log, re-entering her cunt savagely before switching—spit-slick head breaching her ass.
Pain-pleasure twisted her face; she pushed back, taking every inch. “Deeper, you bastard!” The burn faded to bliss as he sodomized her under open sky, grunting like a beast. Cum erupted, filling her bowels hot and thick. She fingered her clit to a shuddering climax, his seed leaking down her thighs as they caught breath amid chirping birds.
“Our secret trail fuck,” she laughed breathlessly, kissing him with earthy lips. They hiked on, delicious ache lingering.
Chapter 3: Hot Tub Inferno 💋
Back at the cabin by noon, muscles humming from the hike, they craved heat. The redwood hot tub steamed on the deck, bubbles churning like boiling lust. Lena stripped first, diving nude into frothy water, tits floating invitingly. Alex watched, stroking lazily, before joining—his body submerging with a sigh, waves slapping her skin.
Bubbles tickled sensitive folds as she straddled him underwater, guiding his renewed hardness inside. “Ride me slow,” he murmured, hands kneading her ass cheeks, spreading them under jets. She rolled hips languidly, water sloshing, chlorine mixing with their sex scent. Steam rose, veiling them in mist; mountains loomed like silent witnesses.
“This is our dirty little secret—no kids, no neighbors,” Lena purred, nails raking his chest, drawing faint red lines. He thrust up suddenly, water splashing over edges, hitting her G-spot. She yelped, grinding harder, clit rubbing his pubes. Tension built; she leaned back, one hand bracing deck, exposing breasts to cool air—nipples pebbled, begging.
Alex sucked one savagely, teeth grazing, while his thumb circled her back hole. “Want my fist there?” Crude words ignited her; she nodded wildly. He pressed, one finger, then two, scissoring as she bounced. Orgasm crashed—walls pulsing, squirting into bubbles. He flipped her onto the edge, ass out of water, pounding her pussy doggy-style, jets blasting her clit.
“Gonna fill this sloppy cunt,” he snarled. She begged, “Yes—breed me like a whore.” Ropes of cum jetted deep; she milked him dry, collapsing into ripples. They floated after, sharing lazy kisses tasting of sweat and spa chemicals, the secret intensity binding tighter.
Afternoon shadows lengthened; hunger stirred—not for food.
Chapter 4: Dinner of Depravity
Kitchen lights glowed warm as Lena chopped veggies, naked apron barely covering her curves—ass peeking with every sway, tits spilling sides. Alex sipped whiskey, eyes devouring. “Stir-fry? Or you?” He poured a shot down her cleavage, lapping it from navel to neck, bourbon sharp on tongue mingling with skin salt.
She giggled, turning into him, grinding her mound against thigh. “Play stranger tonight. Seduce me.” Roleplay ignited—his voice dropped to stranger’s timbre. “Ma’am, saw you through the window. That body’s criminal.” He bent her over counter, hiking apron, tongue delving her ass crack, rimming puckered hole sloppy wet.
“Filthy stranger… fuck my holes,” she moaned, counter cool against hot tits. He lubed with spit and her juices, sliding cock into ass first—slow burn stretching her wide. Granite edge dug into hips as he reamed, one hand fisting hair, yanking head back. “Take it, you secret slut.”
Pans sizzled forgotten; veggies charred faintly, smoke adding haze. She reached under, rubbing clit furiously. Anal orgasm hit like lightning—ass clenching, milking him to eruption. Cum bubbled out as he withdrew; she spun, dropping to suck clean, savoring musky tang.
They ate then—naked at table, feeding bites between fingers, juices dripping plates. “No one knows our freak side,” Alex said, eyes dark. Conversation turned flashback: their first secret tryst in a dive bar bathroom, years ago—quick, dirty, life-altering. Tension simmered anew.
Chapter 5: Midnight Confessions 🔥
Fire roared in hearth as midnight loomed, blankets strewn before flames. Lena lay spread-eagle, Alex between thighs, worshipping with mouth. Tongue delved folds, sucking clit like ripe fruit, fingers curling inside hooking relentlessly. Her taste flooded him—sweet-sour nectar coating chin.
“Tell me a secret,” he demanded between laps. “That time with the neighbor… you fingered yourself watching him mow.” Confession spilled as pleasure mounted. “Yes—imagined you joining, double-teaming my holes.” Honesty fueled fury; he mounted, cock slamming balls-deep, missionary fierce—eyes locked, souls bared.
Sweat-slick skin slapped; flames crackled syncing heartbeats. She wrapped legs, heels digging glutes. “Harder—ruin me.” He did, pounding mercilessly, her tits bouncing wildly. Dual climax shattered—her squirting arcs hitting his abs, his seed painting womb white, overflowing in creamy mess.
Post-bliss, they whispered more secrets: hidden toys in city home, fantasies of public risks. Exhaustion pulled, but dawn promised more.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Savage Farewell 💋
First light filtered through pines, birds awakening with shrill calls. Lena woke him stroking cock to steel. “One more—before we leave.” She mounted reverse cowgirl, ass cheeks spreading to take him anally, slow descent gripping vise-like. Mirror across room reflected depravity—her pussy lips parted, clit engorged.
He spanked riding cheeks red, reaching around to vibe clit with thumb. “Our secret ritual—leave marked.” She bounced savagely, bowels churning his length, moans echoing cabin. Climax quaked her; he pulled out, flipping her to blast ropes across face and tits—pearly strands dripping like obscene jewelry.
She scooped, licking fingers clean, sharing cum kiss salty-sweet. Packing bags, aches throbbed reminders. SUV rumbled away, cabin shrinking in mirror—their secret inferno banked, ready to flame again.
Back to city drudgery, but echoes lingered: slick thighs, bruised lips, souls intertwined in forbidden heat. What a life they’d carved, wild and unyielding.
