Naughty Love Letters

Written By: Sebastien La Croix

There’s a lot people don’t know about Ontario. When a province is bigger than most countries that sort of thing can happen. Canadians really have no idea how spread out we are until we get out of our cities and into the country. Those long stretches between civilization and primordial being can do a lot to the human spirit. Two hours north of Toronto you can find yourself in all sorts or predicaments and delicate circumstances. Take, for example, a very wealthy family with a 5000 square foot home on a private island in Muskoka. An abode privy to neither comfort nor commodity and yet sooner or later the gods will smile down and put these feeble humans to the test. Such is the story of Mrs. Stacy Muller and young Wade Walker.

Most people’s weekend getaways consist of camping up north on the long weekend with good company and fully stocked kegs and portable coolers. The Muller’s had a summer home. Not just any summer home but a four-acre private island off the coast of Muskoka. They had a 5000 square foot family compound, fully equipped boating dock, a 1500 square foot guesthouse, a pool, a Jacuzzi,  sandy beaches, and an 80-foot waterfall. Mrs. Stacy Muller designed the extravaganza but it was her ever-absent husband Mark who picked up the bill.  So what could a rich housewife do with her time and money? She would entertain friends, family, and spend time with her children. Stacy was a very understanding mother and never put up much of a fuss when her son Eric wanted to invite friends up to the island-after all, not like space or cash was an issue.

Like every summer Stacy went up a week before to open the house up for the summer season. She had a bit of trouble with putting together summer staff and found herself doing most of the work herself this year. Her daughter Estelle was off in Europe and Eric was useless at anything domestic. Somehow she managed to put it all together in time for the kids to show up. Kids, hardly, Eric was 21 now and so were most of his friends. The only exception in the group was Wade Walker, 19, but grew up with Eric on account of them living on the same street since they were kids. Wade was an awkward youngster but really turned out to be quite the looker at 19. Wade was tall, dark hair, dark eyes, defined jaw and brow…not to mention he looked much older than the rest of Eric’s friends.

Boys, in true boy fashion, did what they normally after a long road trip: fight over shower time, sleeping arrangements, and who forgot to bring up the booze. First things first the showers and sleeping arrangements had to be taken care of. As for the booze luckily the Muller’s weren’t short on cash or resources. Eric decided after they’d all showered they’d boat it back to the shore and pick some up in town and be back to the island in time for dinner. One minor problem, all this was decided while good old Wade was in the shower…the shower in the guesthouse that is. Wade often got the short end of the stick in these situations, but, he really didn’t see it that way: in his eyes he had a 1500 square foot bachelor pad all to himself. Nonetheless, no one told poor Wade as he showered that they’d be leaving without him. So it was that as the other boys were half ways across the water Wade was just getting out of the shower. This left just he and Mrs. Stacy Muller on the island–alone. 

If anyone is truly honest with themselves they might be inclined to admit that given the right circumstances just about anyone is capable of anything-and that in itself does not make anyone person good or bad: it is simply what makes us human. Fate would have it that Stacy and Wade would find themselves alone on the island just, as perhaps the worst thunderstorm of the season would hit cottage country. Just as the skies darkened Stacy found herself closer to the guest house than to the main house and as the rain began to pour she ran around the pool and towards the guest house porch where she stayed for a few minutes hoping the storm would subside, but, it didn’t. The thunder and lightening made it hard for Stacy to hear what was going on inside the guesthouse. Not far from her was Wade, naked on the couch (she’d picked out herself) stroking a most swollen and engorged member that stood at attention from between his legs. He was oblivious to the fact that Stacy was just outside and she didn’t realize that he was left behind by the others to begin with. Soon after Stacy realized the storm wasn’t going to die down for quite some time she decided to walk through the front door of the guesthouse, well she tried, but it was locked. She could either stay out there and possibly catch her death or run round quickly to the back where she kept a spare key. The choice was clear-she ran round the back. Her t-shirt was white and under the water revealed her still supple body. Not quite like that of a young girl but something beautiful in and of itself. Her nipples hardened quickly and even at her age the thoughts of what she’d done as a young girl under rain much like this still excited her. As she opened the back door those happy thoughts would be taken over by anger and sadness, as it had been quite some time since she’d felt the touch of a lover on a stormy afternoon.

She walked inside and took off her shoes letting down her hair. Stacy had such long and beautiful hair but never wore it down. My grandfather used to say that women often feel ugly because men don’t know how to touch them…in Stacy’s case my grandpa was right. She still had no idea that she wasn’t alone in that guest-house, but, as she took a few steps forward after kicking her shoes off she heard heavy breathing and light moaning coming from the family room area. She knew those sounds. She hadn’t heard them in a long time but she could recognize them anywhere. Her heart began to beat as she took another step and another until she stopped right by the doorway. Her heart was in her throat as she watched Wade Walker on her couch with all his 7 inches of thick cut cock in his hand as his head was cocked back and his other hand was clasping his chest. She could feel herself turn flush as he breathed deeply while slowing down his stroke. She felt terrible looking at this young man she’d watched grow up with her own son, but, somehow the guilt was not enough to take her eyes off him. And just as she was ready to look away before she might do something stupid Wade lifted his head up straight and looked directly at her not stopping for even a second. His hand firmly around his shaft as he locked eyes with Mrs. Muller. Truth was he heard her come in and he could smell her perfume from miles away. Wade had never seen her hair down before and the sight of a very wet and messy Mrs. Muller excited him so much that he got up and walked over to her quickly.

It was a small stretch of corridor to the back door of the guesthouse and the family room. Wade made over to Stacy rather quickly and boxed her in gently against the wall without touching her. He just put his arms up so that she couldn’t move left right or forward. She avoided eye contact and had her eyes down but still looking at the most beautiful part of him that grazed her ever so slightly. There’s never anything anyone can say in these moments that is the right or wrong thing: it’s much more like anything is the catalyst for bad choices. Wade was breathing very hard now, his chest moving up and down as he got closer to her, so close she could feel his breath on her as he spoke.

“I really like your hair like that Mrs. Muller”. He said pushing his cock on her just a little bit while running his hand up her stomach until he cupped her breast and when she didn’t move or say a word he squeezed it just a little. He could feel her heart racing.

“This is wrong Wade, I’m old enough to be your mother.” Suddenly, the guilt was over whelming for Stacy. She covered her face with her hands and became very emotional. She was so ashamed for having watched for so long and for having let this go so far. She could feel the warmth between her legs begging for that young man to fill her up but still she could not go through with it.

“But you’re not my mother Mrs. Muller.” Wade said as he pulled her face up by the chin so he could look at her in the eyes. “This storm’s going to last a long time and Eric won’t be crossing that lake unless he’s got clear sky and waters.” He slid his had off her breast and up her thigh until he planted it between her legs watching her bite her lip. “No one has to know.” He whispered while getting closer to her lips. “No one but you and me ever has to know”.

Just like a moth to a flame Stacy kissed Wade long and hard as he pushed her up on the wall feeling every inch of her body. He pulled her damp shirt clean off and kissed all up and down her neck. He was a strong young man and picked her up effortlessly taking her to the bedroom. He tossed her on the bed and crawled up on top of her sliding his hands up under her skirt. She was trembling slightly as he peeled them down thighs, past her knees, over the calves and right off. The sight of her shaking knees turned him on even more. Wade licked and kissed his way up the inside of her inner thigh pulling her skirt up until it became annoying and troublesome to his work and the simply pulled it right off her. He spread her legs and took hold of her hips as he took the first long lick over her, and then just like in a movie the lightening lit up the room and the thunder felt as though it might rip the roof right off. He ate at her and watched as her pelvis began to move and how slowly Mrs. Muller tense and tight demeanor loosed up just enough for her to begin to enjoy this spectacular moment. She began to moan and move until her hands found their way to her breasts and clasped on them squeezing hard. Wade dipped his tongue inside her and she liked it, he could feel how tight she was and knew he’d have to really work her up if he wanted to feel that warm wet spot with something other than his mouth. Sucking and licking her Wade was amazed at how bare her mound was. He was expected the exact opposite from Mrs. Stacy Muller. She didn’t seem like the type to be so exposed as it were. Just as she was oozing all over his mouth Wade saw it was safe to slip his finger in and play with her a while. She closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow as she hung on to the sheets for dear life it seemed. He couldn’t stop smiling as he felt her so tight around his two fingers. He wanted to put another one in and just as he did she looked up at him and instantly he knew to get up and kiss her while sinking his three fingers in as deep as he could.

Just as he put his tongue in her mouth he could feel her hand on his balls squeezing hard. It hurt almost but excited Wade so much he didn’t bother to complain. Soon she let go and stroked him softly feeling every vein with her fingertips softly. She was so soft to the touch Wade cocked his head back letting out a sigh while leaving this three drenched fingers deep insider her. She’d loosen up this way…and he could just lean back a bit and enjoy her hand working his cock. So thick Stacy thought to herself. She no longer felt any kind of shame at all. She looked at Wade much like she’d wanted to look at a man for quite some time now. He was strong and agile. He felt every graze of her fingertips along his shaft and enjoyed her touch. And Stacy enjoyed his. She hadn’t felt anything fill her up like that in what seemed to be ages. She kept staring at his cock as the rain and wind hit the windows. The sound of the constant storming rhythm outside excited her so much that after stroking him for a few moments she dove down and swallowed his cock whole almost. She sucked just enough that Wade took his fingers out and had to lay back. He pulled her hair back so he could watch her suck and lick her way up and down his cock. Sucking a little on the head as she squeezed and held his balls. She filled her mouth with saliva and took his cock in as far as she could and just held it there as she moved her tongue around just a bit. Wade couldn’t believe it. Mrs. Muller was a deep throater…who’d have guessed it…who could have ever even fathomed it. The idea that the lady who used to watch him when his parents went away for the weekend was now taking care of his penis drove him crazy. And just like a dog that caught a whiff of the cat’s ass Wade stopped Stacy in mid blow job and put her on her back. He pulled her up towards him as he got on his knees between her legs. He leaned over and kissed her cupping her breast for a few moments. Wade then held his cock to the mouth of her pussy and put it in just an inch, just enough to feel her wetness. He put it in and took it out a few times until it seemed she really was wet enough to take all of him inside her. And one inch at a time he filled her up. Slowly he moved in side and out of her using his hands for support so that he made sure not to hurt her. He could feel her clenching at him from the inside.

“Don’t do that Mrs. Muller, I’ll come”. He said trying his best not to.

Stacy stopped and realized that despite his eagerness to please Wade really wasn’t all that experienced. She put her hands on his chest and worked her way around to his back digging her nails into them. Sometimes a little pain takes the mind off coming and it worked because Wade Walker soon got his vigor back. He sunk his cock deep inside her and for some reason he couldn’t control himself now. He was harder and pounding away at Stacy just like a young buck should.

“Like that Wade…” She said as she held her legs back close to her chest so he could penetrate deeper. “Fuck me harder.” She said softly. Wade couldn’t believe his ears; he was convinced it was the wind hitting the windows or the thunder messing with his mind. “I said fuck me harder!” She shouted grabbing on to his butt cheeks and pulling him into her hard as she thrust upward.

Wade was beside himself in shock. Mrs. Stacy Muller, the sweetest mom his side of the suburbs was asking him for “dirty fuck me sex”. All of this kept turning him on, especially her nails digging in to his skin. Mrs. Muller wanted dirty fuck me sex…Wade was going to give it to her. He pulled out quickly and turned her over on to her stomach holding her shoulders down as he straddled over her legs and assaulted her already salivating orifice. The storm outside wasn’t clearing up and actually began to sound like it was taking a turn for the worse. Could it be the gods smiling down at Stacy as the young thing moving between her legs was vexing her so viciously? She felt so nasty inside but she liked it, she missed it, and soon she began to think how long she’d been going with out it. She felt so vulnerable for a moment as she clasped the sheets feeling all the strength in young Wade’s hands holding her shoulders down.

“I want to feel you on me.” Stacy murmured softly.

Something so tender in her voice prompted Wade to slow down his pace and just lay his chest ever so slightly on her back as he pushed an pulled himself inside and out of her with his thighs over the side of her hips. She let out a big sigh as he penetrated deeply and just kept pushing in and out just a little. She was spread almost perfectly. Wade put his hand around and pulled her up towards him so she was bent ever so slightly. He could feel her wrapped tight around him so tight his shaft was totally immersed in her wetness. He slid his palm and fingers over her bare mound as he lingered inside her, applying pressure now and then just enough to watch her bite her lip or kick up her heals. He was in awe of this gorgeous creature beneath him. She moved in ways he couldn’t ever have imagined. Her cunt so hungry for his cock it just ached to be filled. Wade could feel her coming as he played with her just enough to quicken his pace again. He resisted just a little more as she started to move a little just begging for him to surrender the rapture his loins promised.

“Mrs. Muller..” He sighed.

“Call me Stacy, please, call me Stacy.” She answered while he kissed the side of her neck and shoulders.

“Stacy…” Wade whispered in her ear as he thrust into her sharply planting his knees firmly on the bed.

“Yes…” She answered as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Do you like it when I do this.” He asked pounding on her again hard as he planted his had firmly on her clit.

“Yes…” She said as he moved just a little faster and harder.

“Do you want me to stop?” He teased while picking up the pace just a little.

“No…” She gasped fervid and grabbing the pillow hard as she bit into it.

“Tell me what you want then.” He said taking his hand off her clit and grabbing on to her hair. He was ready to come and fighting it. He could feel he’d found the spot and that she was coming.

“Don’t stop, Wade, I’m going to come, don’t stop, please.” She begged as the thunder seemed to get louder and louder, or was it her heart beating so loudly she couldn’t tell the difference between the two.

With his lips along the side of her face and breathing hard on her he fucked hard, deep, and fast. He was so tired as it became harder and harder to move in and out of her as she clenched from with in at his thickness. Mrs. Stacy Muller reached for her own clit as she howled loudly spending all her essence. Her back so sweaty from Wade’s chest, and Wade’s brow and hair soaked from how hard he’d been thrusting. It seemed they’d been fucking as long as the storm had been going outside, and that was a very long time. Just as he thrust hard for the last time he felt himself immersed inside her deep in his own come and her juices. He just lay on her moving slowly with his cock soft enjoying how it felt to come inside a woman. He’d never done that before. He liked how it felt and wanted to savor the moment while feeling her heart beat fast as she tried to regain her breath. He’d never felt so finished in his young life.

Stacy covered her eyes when the reality of what just happened started to find it’s way into her consciousness. She started to cry. She’d just had sex with her son’s long time friend and the son of a lady she’d known for 20 years. The reality was killing her. What was killing her more was that this same young boy had just given her something she’d been missing for what seemed forever, and, the prospect of not having this again was much worse than having experienced it at all. She didn’t have the heart to feel him pull out and she didn’t have the nerve to look him in the face either. It seemed in just a few moments everything had gone terribly awry. Sooner or later the storm would be over and this would have to end.

“Stacy.” Wade whispered while pulling her hand from her face. “They’re forecasting a very rainy season. Probably the worst one in 20 years.”

She suddenly smiled uncontrollably. He rubber her arms and kissed her face and shoulder tenderly only to turn her over and neck with her a while longer until the rain stopped finally. And just as the rain stopped they knew it would be only 20 minutes till Eric and the other boys made their way back to the house. Stacy picked up her cloths putting them on one at a time until she reached the back door where her shoes were. Just as she was about to open it Wade stopped her.

“We don’t have to stop. I mean, we can do this again. We can do it when ever you want.” He said tot her sincerely. Stacy looked down at the ground for just a moment and before she could answer he spoke. “I really want to be with you again.”

And with those eight words the rainiest season of the year became the best summer of Mrs. Stacy Muller’s life, not to mention, the most educational summer for Wade.

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