Cole, my husband, had a big project due, which meant he receded into his office — not unlike a turtle hiding away in its shell. Typical for Cole, so I wasn’t surprised. But it’s hard for me not to get bored when he does this.

Dinners out, dancing at the club, strolls on the beach, fucking — it all goes on hold until he meets his deadline. That’s the way it’s always been.

So, when I hit the local farmers market in search of produce, I also knew I was in search of something more. Something to feed an entirely different appetite.

The honey guy was set up by the market’s entrance. He leaned against a red vintage truck, and my heart kicked up a notch. He smiled at me, and the muscles in his big arms flexed — and that notch turned into notches.

He stood up straight with his faded jeans hanging low on his lean hips. I licked my lips and then forced my gaze to settle on his wares, so I wasn’t totally obvious about what I was actually craving.

“What can I do for you?” he finally asked.

Heat rose in my cheeks, and I shifted my stance. Inside my panties, my pussy had grown wet, swollen and demanding. I had to harness my thoughts before opening my mouth.

“Something sweet,” I said softly. “But not too sweet.” I looked up at him, hoping he got my meaning.

Something in his dark eyes told me he did.

“Something that goes with everything. Dessert or appetizers. Sweet or savory. Something sticky,” I babbled.

He grinned at me, and a little jolt of arousal shot straight to my cunt.

“I think this variety is what you’re looking for: Clover Supreme. But I also think maybe you’d like a tour of my farm.” He paused and waited for my response.

I made an affirmative sound as I felt my heart beating crazily in my chest. Then I finally said, “I would like that.”

He moved closer to his side of the table and leaned forward to say, “I’ll be packing up to head out in about an hour.”

I nodded, chewing my lower lip. He noticed and licked his own lips. My cunt clenched in hopeful anticipation.

“I can keep myself busy until then,” I told him.

“Perfect. Meet me back here.”

I couldn’t wait.

I wandered the market until an hour had passed. I returned to his stall and guessed he was also eager for our meetup because he was already packed up and waiting for me.

I agreed to follow him in my car, and my little VW Bug practically purred in sympathetic excitement. The next thing I knew I was trundling down a backcountry road behind a hunky guy driving a big red truck.

I shoved my hand under my skirt, knifing the edge of it against my sex through my panties. The pressure on my clit was both wonderful and terrible. It made me want to come that much more. It made me increasingly desperate.

If I hadn’t been so horny, I’d have better appreciated the rustic landscape and the leaves that were transforming from vibrant green to a riot of autumnal colors. But screw that; I wanted to fuck.

So instead, I flew down the road in the old truck’s wake.

At the farm, he parked by a barn, and I thought how very cinematic the whole thing was. But the thought was fleeting because he whisked open my door and tugged me out. I went to him, my white skirt flying out behind me.

Our connection was pure animalistic attraction and desire, and it was perfect.

We kissed passionately. Names weren’t important.

He turned me to face his truck. I put my hands on the tailgate and let him hike up my skirt to my waist. He slid my white panties down my legs, and I shivered.

His hands explored me, his palms gliding over my bare ass. He stroked my inner thigh, his touch so ticklish and light I felt goose bumps rising on my skin. My pussy let loose a small flood of warm desire, and he found it with his fingers. He slid a finger inside me and hummed softly as he pressed his lips against the back of my neck.

I made an appreciative sound, and he added a second finger to the first, thrusting deep. His suckling at my neck was followed by the scrape of his teeth, and my whole body reacted with a shudder. I braced my hands against the sun-warmed metal of the truck and rocked back toward him.

He moved behind me, and I heard the jingle of his belt buckle and the rasp of his zipper. His pants pooled around his feet, and his hands clutched my hips as he thrust his cock into me hard and fast. I lifted up on my tiptoes, grunting appreciatively. He gripped me more tightly, folding his muscular body over mine as he fucked me. Every thrust drove his shaft in deep.

I clenched my cunt around him tightly and heard him gasp. I tipped my head back, letting my long hair drape down my back. He took a hank in his hand like a rein and pulled it gently. He tugged my hair back and down, repeatedly thrusting up and into me. I felt my whole body grow tight with passion.

I clenched my pussy again, and that was that. My orgasm shook me, and I let go as my climaxed consumed me.

Once I caught my breath, I pushed off the truck and moved, causing him to withdraw from my snatch. I grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the nearby field. It was vibrant and lush, and I’d always wondered what it would be like to fuck in grass like that.

He’d left his sneakers and pants behind and yanked his tee off over his head. I pushed my skirt off and tossed it to the side. I laid back on his shirt and spread my thighs wide. I wanted him to see how ready I was for him to fuck me some more.

The sun warmed my skin as he studied me for a moment. Then he got down on his hands and knees and brought his mouth to my pussy. I hummed happily, put my hand on the back of his head and bucked my hips up to meet his mouth.

His tongue was hot and wet as it toured my pussy folds. He found my clit swiftly and tickled it over and over again with the tip of his tongue. I was drunk with pleasure and held his head to my crotch as I pushed up against his face shamelessly. He thrust his rigid tongue into my cunt. But when I groaned with frustration, he returned to my clit.

I held him there, moving with him, as he brought me up, up, up — until I came with a shout.

His movements were hurried as he pushed his body between my thighs. His mouth toured my neck and shoulder, and then his lips captured one nipple. He sucked on it, and the ensuing sensation swirled from my chest to my pussy.

“Again,” I demanded.

He moved to the other nipple and repeated his action. He sucked greedily, then used his tongue to trace the nub of flesh. He nipped me hard, and I yelped, thrusting my hips up wildly. He shushed me and pushed my hips down, holding me steady.

Next, he slid his cock into me slowly. Very slowly. So slowly I nearly started to beg. But then he was seated fully inside me, and I gripped his broad back. He glistened with sweat in the bright sunlight as he started to move inside me. He looked like some great sex god come to Earth.

He soon found his rhythm, and I pulled my legs up to wrap them around his trim waist. The movement fully opened my body to him, and he groaned with pleasure.

I held him and once more squeezed my internal muscles, and he sighed softly.

“Don’t come in me,” I said, clutching his buff body. God, he was hard all over. What a pleasure! “I want you to come on me,” I told him.

“Where?” he asked, practically panting.

“My chest, my face — wherever you want. Where do you want to come?” I cooed.

He made a caveman-like noise, and a thrill unfurled deep inside me.

I love to drive a man wild. I love to see a guy come unhinged with lust.

“On your ass,” he finally said. “Your sweet, shapely ass.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I assured him.

I grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking him toward me and kissing him roughly, all the while bumping my pelvis up to meet his bucking body.

He was so deep in me that every movement pushed me closer to another sensational climax. But I wasn’t one to argue with pleasure and succumbed to another sinfully sweet orgasm.

He hissed between his teeth. It was the sound of a man barely holding on to his self-control. I pushed him back, and he sprawled in the grass with a stunned look on his face. I laughed softly, getting on my hands and knees and shaking my ass at him.

“Come on, tough guy,” I said. “Double entendre intended.”

He rose to his knees and grabbed my hips. He thrust into me again roughly. He was following his own needs, now that mine had been sated repeatedly.

He fucked me like a madman, and then a gasp escaped his lips as he pulled back. I swear I heard the slide of his callused hand on his cock.

Wet, sticky goodness splashed against my skin. I felt the heat of his release coat my rear.

I never liked being bored, but truth be told, I didn’t mind so much when Cole had projects. It gave me a chance for some extramarital fun.