Helena and Alberto's dangerous game

The afternoon sun bathed the park in a golden light, creating long shadows beneath the ancient trees. Helena, her brunette hair gently blowing in the breeze, walked alongside Alberto, her husband, along the gravel paths. At 42, Helena radiated a mature and serene beauty, her green eyes shining with a spark of mischief that only Alberto could detect. He, a year older, with his slightly tousled blond hair and piercing blue eyes, watched her with a knowing smile. They both knew what was coming, and the anticipation made them feel alive.

The park was full of people: families with children, couples strolling, sweaty runners. It was the perfect setting for their favorite game. The adrenaline rush of being discovered, the risk of someone seeing them, was the spice that kept their marriage as passionate as the first day. Helena adjusted her light dress, feeling the soft breeze on her bare legs. She wasn't wearing underwear, a detail only Alberto knew, and it increased the arousal for both of them.

"Where this time?" Helena whispered, leaning close to his ear as they continued walking. Her warm breath tickled his skin, and Alberto felt his body respond immediately.

"There," he replied, nodding toward a small clearing surrounded by tall bushes. It was secluded, but not secluded enough to be completely alone. The risk was part of the allure.

They headed toward the clearing, feigning normalcy while their hearts pounded. Helena made sure her dress was properly tucked in, even though they both knew it would soon be on the ground. When they arrived, Alberto took her hand and pulled her toward him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, full of desire and complicity. Helena's hands slid down his back, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt. Alberto, for his part, caressed her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"Can anyone see us?" Helena murmured between kisses, her voice husky with excitement.

"I don't know, but I don't care," Alberto replied, his breath hot on her neck.

Without further ado, Alberto gently pushed her against one of the bushes, making sure she was hidden from the view of passersby. Helena's heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew that at any moment someone could walk by, but that only increased her desire. Alberto slid his hands down the curves of her body, lifting her dress to her waist. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch, and he couldn't help but moan with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Helena smiled, feeling desired and wanted. With a swift movement, Alberto unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper, releasing his erection. His penis, hard and throbbing, was ready for her. Helena bit her lip, feeling her sex moisten at the sight. Without wasting any time, she positioned herself in front of him, grasping his member with one hand as she guided it to her entrance.

"Slow down," Alberto whispered, but Helena was in no mood to go slowly.

With a determined movement, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her completely. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she began to move, her hips rocking in an increasingly rapid rhythm. Alberto held her firm, his hands on her buttocks, guiding her movements. The sound of their bodies colliding mingled with the noises of the park, but for them, the outside world had ceased to exist.

“Harder,” Helena begged, her voice choked with pleasure.

Alberto obeyed, thrusting into her hard, feeling his penis slide in and out of her wet genitals. The friction was intense, and they both knew they wouldn't last long. Helena closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the sensations that invaded her. The risk of being discovered, the pleasure of being in a public place, everything combined in an explosion of emotions that brought her to the brink of orgasm.

“Almost… almost there,” she moaned, her nails digging into Alberto’s shoulders.

He smiled, knowing she was close. He increased his pace, his thrusts growing deeper and more desperate. The air smelled of sex and sweat, and Helena knew she was about to climax. With a strangled cry, her body tensed, waves of pleasure coursing through her from her core to her fingertips. Alberto followed soon after, filling her with his hot cum as his body trembled against hers.

For a moment, there was only silence, the sound of their ragged breaths filling the air. Helena sank down onto Alberto's chest, feeling his heart pounding. He hugged her, kissing the top of her head.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his voice full of admiration.

Helena smiled, satisfied and relaxed. She adjusted her dress, making sure everything was in place, and looked around. The park was still full of people, oblivious to what had just happened in the bushes. To everyone else, they were just another couple strolling, but to them, they were two lovers who had shared a moment of passion and risk.

"Ready to go?" Alberto asked, offering her his hand.

Helena took it, feeling a deep connection with her husband. She knew their marriage was unique, strengthened by their love and their shared passion for danger. As they walked back along the path, Helena couldn't help but smile, thinking about the next time they could repeat their favorite game. Life with Alberto was never boring, and that was exactly what she loved.