Note: This is the last chapter of the "Midnight Snack" adventure. You might want to check out the other two chapters, though you should be able to get a good sense of what's happening as these two lovers sneak off and satisfy their appetites. Hope you like it.
Peacekeeper25
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Jenny baffled but also intrigued me. She seemed able to keep her secret life separate from her public life. The fact that she was getting married in two weeks and felt no guilt for our wild secret fucking was not an issue for her. I remember the passionate way she said, "But I love my secret life. I love my body, my mind, my freedom and no one can stop me from being me."
At dinner, she was reserved and hardly paid attention to me. No one had a clue what was going on between us. Except for a few glances and a slight smile, we were two people at opposite ends of the table. She knew I would be leaving in the morning and I wondered whether we would have another midnight snack.
After dinner she said she was going to take a walk on the beach and did anyone else want to go. Our eyes briefly met as she stood, but everyone was involved in a conversation and just waved goodbye as she walked out to the back porch. I didn't move for several minutes after she left and then got up and said, "I think I'll take a little walk myself and walk off some of this dinner."
The others continued their conversation over coffee and didn't pay much attention to my leaving. I went out the back door and saw Jenny walking down the beach towards the ocean. The full moon was low over the water and sent a long silver glow towards the shore. Jenny was now standing barefoot on the edge of the water. She heard me approach, turned and smiled, then looked back at the ocean.
When I stood next to her, she was silent and so was I. Finally, she turned to me and said, "You probably think it's horrible that I'm fucking you and getting married in two weeks."
"I'm intrigued by your secret life and how you can keep your sex life separate from your everyday life. I mean, which is the real you?"
"It's all the real me," she said. "It's just two sides of a coin."
"Does your husband- to- be know this about you?" I asked.
"Yes, and it's one of the things he loves about me—he likes hearing about my little escapades. It turns him on." She said. "We love playing games with each other."
"I see. Does your sister know this about you?"
"No, and no one else does except John, the guy I'm marrying and now you." She paused and said, "You're a great lover. I loved how you got into my little farmer's daughter game this afternoon."
"That was pretty wild," I said, feeling myself getting hard just thinking about it.
"Sex is fun and it's amazing what intense pleasure our minds and bodies can give us. Being able to imagine a scene like that or any scene and just fuck and feel free—what an amazing gift we've been given."
"Is that you or the poet speaking?" I asked.
"Same thing—It's me—the poet, the secret self, the public self—it's all my life and I wouldn't want it anyway."
"Are you a free spirit?" I asked.
She took my hand and placed them between her tits. "Feel my heart beating." she said. "My heart, my mind, my spirit, my body and being alive and able to experience the thrilling sensation of fucking is such a miracle."
I looked at the intensity of her eyes as she spoke. I held my hand on her heart and she moved it to her nipples and said, "I love how my tits feel when they're played with. I get so turned on. I love how your hands feel."
My cock was growing hard and she reached down and started rubbing it and said, "This feels delicious. Let's just tease each other and then I'll come in your room for our midnight snack."
I took my hands off her tits and grabbed her ass and pulled her towards me and rubbed my cock against her pussy. "You're so hard," she whispered in my ear, then licked the outside of it. "Ummmmmmmm you feel so good." Then she pushed herself away and breathlessly said, "Later, lover."
"What's going to happen later?" I asked, wanting to continue teasing each other with words.
Jenny knew what I was doing and smiled, "You'll see," she said.
"What will I see?" I asked.
"I'm going to sneak into your room and tease you with my naughty ways. Then you're going to eat my pussy and I'm going to suck your cock and we're going to drive each other crazy and just before you come you're going to fuck me hard." "You like to be fucked hard, don't you?"
"Yes. That's what I want. I want you to take me. Spread my legs wide so that I'm open to you and then I want you to ram your cock into me and fuck my brains out."
My cock was hard and Jenny looked down at the tent in my pants and smiled. "I bet you want to fuck me right now, don't you?"
"I do. You sure know how to turn me on," I said. "You're something else."
There was a silence and then she said, "Do you know what the word fuck means?"
"What do you mean, do I know?" I asked, puzzled by her question and amazed how she shifted gears.
"The letters are initials For Unforgivable Carnal Knowledge."
"I never heard that one before," I said.
"Well, that's what it stands for and it's the word "Unforgivable" that I hate. They take something so beautiful and make it seem like it's a sin. When I fuck I feel ecstasy. I feel so in touch with something so beautiful and holy. How did something so amazing and such a God-given gift become something "unforgivable? It's nuts."
"You're quite the philosopher, aren't you?" I said, impressed how she could go from slutty talk to serious, intellectual thinking.
"Philosopher." She repeated. "Not really, It's just I feel our society's attitudes towards sex are fucked up."
It was starting to get chilly and she said, "I'm going in now. Why don't you come back in about five minutes or so and we can keep our little secret."
"Okay," I said and watched her walk up to the house.
