Forbidden Fruit

Samuel slipped through the trees and headed toward me, just as I knew he would. Since these woods provided a shortcut between his tracts of land, he took this path every day except the Sabbath. It was a routine he'd maintain until the harvest was finished in autumn.

These woods also happened to be located behind the house where I lived with my husband. I stood in the cool shade, as if I had a right to be waiting on Samuel. For months now, I'd broken a commandment by coveting what wasn't mine. Today, I was intent on breaking another.

Samuel was my neighbor, but I considered his wife more than that. Why, she and I were good friends. Just yesterday, I'd walked over to check on her, for she was with child yet again and had looked rather peaked as of late.

My own children were grown, or just about. My sons worked the fields alongside their father, and my only daughter helped me in the house. Earlier this afternoon, I'd sent my girl on an errand to her aunt's, knowing she'd dawdle there a long while. I couldn't risk anyone seeing me disappear into the woods, as I had no good reason to be out here.

Upon spotting me, Samuel came to a halt. His eyebrows lifted in expectation. I figured he would ask me what I was doing out this way. Instead, his surprise morphed into a knowing smile.  

"Martha," he said in greeting. His tone was low and familiar; I imagined it was the same he used to speak to his wife when they were alone. If he was concerned about being caught here with me, his face didn't show it. My husband and sons would stay in the fields for another hour yet, working themselves to exhaustion. 

Samuel's gaze dropped to my hand at my side. "What have you got there?"

Lifting my arm, I offered him the peach I held. It was among the finest from our tree, its skin blushed with ripeness.

"For you." I lowered my eyes, unable to witness his reaction. He surely realized the small gift was more than a neighborly gesture.

Slowly, he approached. I started when his fingers brushed against mine.

"Why, thank you," he said. "Nothing better than a juicy peach on a hot summer day."

I allowed myself to look as Samuel brought the fruit to his lips. I took in the sight of his blond hair, damp with sweat, and the mirth in his light brown eyes. 

He sank his teeth into that peach, mindless of its fuzz. His moan sparked a heat between my thighs. Flustered, I patted at my hair, which was drawn back into a bun. The strands were no longer as soft now that they'd mostly turned gray.

"Here, have a bite." He stepped closer, inviting me to taste of the fruit. I stared at the exposed flesh, and the juice pooling between his fingers.

Then I bit into the exact place where his mouth had been. He laughed at my boldness, and I giggled, foolish as a schoolgirl. Juice trickled down my chin, but before I could wipe it away, Samuel leaned toward me.

He slid his tongue along my skin and over my lips. The sensation sent a jolt through me, so strong I wondered if it journeyed through my feet and into the earth itself. 

"I bet you have something even sweeter under that dress," he whispered.

I let him back me up against a tree. I turned my head so he could easily kiss my neck. Breathing in, I smelled his sweat, along with the need of my own body. 

The peach fell from his hand, landing on the ground with a soft thud. When he lifted my faded housedress, I made no attempt to stop him. His eyes widened at the discovery that I wore no undergarment. Only a thatch of curls hid my sex from his view.

He made a sound like a growl. The look on his face would have struck me as dangerous if I hadn't wanted this so. 

With slick fingers, Samuel explored parts of me only one other man had been privy to. He found that little nub which brought me such pleasure, but which my husband always neglected.

"You're as juicy as that peach," Samuel told me. 

Though I flushed hot, the hard kiss he planted on my mouth chased away my shame. 

"I'm going to give you what you're asking for, Martha." His words sounded like a warning.

Just seconds later, he'd freed his prick. I caught only a glimpse of it, enough to realize this man was thicker than my husband. Samuel guided my left leg upward so I could wrap it around him. We fumbled into position until I found myself spread open, pinned between my neighbor and the tree. 

I felt him at my entrance; I heard his grunt when he thrust inside me. The intrusion was both rough and satisfying. Never before had I been taken like this. 

Clinging to Samuel, I groaned as he started rutting away. His breath was hot on my face, and his fierce grip threatened to bruise my skin. 

He lacked all restraint, wild from his own hunger. At his mercy, I listened to the wet sound of our coupling. A primal odor drifted to me on the breeze. 

My body began a violent trembling, far beyond my control. Though this had never happened with my husband, my past moments of self-pleasure let me know what I could expect.

Still, the sensation was different, even more blissful, with Samuel's cock inside me. My fingers couldn't bring me to these heights! By some miracle, I stayed quiet while my muscles seized.

Samuel moaned in response, his hips never slowing. I choked out a helpless cry.

"Gonna make a mess of you," he said.

I didn't plead for him not to. Perhaps I wanted to be ruined like the half-eaten peach at our feet.

He gasped, finally growing still inside me. I felt his release, along with the accompanying shudder that traveled through him. 

Though I continued holding on, Samuel pulled away just moments later. When he slipped entirely free of me, I sensed that emptiness in my very core. 

Wrapping my arms around the tree behind me, I tried to catch my breath. Already, Samuel's seed was leaking from my opening.

He put away his cock before giving me a tender kiss. "You're a lovely woman, Martha."

Not beautiful. Not comely or fair. But I was plenty satisfied with being lovely to this man.

While straightening my dress, I averted my stare. "I'll try to make it out here again in a week or so," I dared to say. "If you want me to."

"Oh, I want you to." Samuel's hand was gentle on my cheek. "And I know you'll bring me something sweet."