The Peach 🍑

Her sex was hot. It was wet. It was ripe and ready to be eaten.

This short story was written as part of Unleash Creatively Friday Freestyle FORBIDDEN FRUIT prompt from the talented Kate Valentine. Check out more details here.

He was upstairs — working and stressed. She was downstairs — bored and hungry. But not just for food.

Hungry for life.

Hungry for attention.

Hungry for…something.

The peaches in the fruit bowl had been there for days. Not quite ready. Too firm and easy to ignore. But today was different. Now they were perfect, and just like her, desperate for attention. She took one. The fruit felt good in her hand. Just an edge of softness. Its velvet skin a joy to hold as her lustful mind turned over and over.

She headed upstairs.

”Hungry Baby?”

He hadn’t heard her approaching, her bare feet making no sound on the stairs. Peach in hand, she was wearing a white cotton vest, short shorts, and a wicked smile on her face. He tried to ignore the look. He had been fighting with the report in front of him for over an hour, a battle that was nearly won.

He said he was ‘fine’.

“OK. Suit yourself.”

But he was far from ‘fine’, and couldn’t help but look as she took a bite of the forbidden fruit. A messy bite, letting the juice run down her chin onto her spotlessly clean white vest. A vest that did little to hide her bra free chest and erect nipples.

His wife chewed the peach’s flesh — mouth closed with an exaggerated moan.

“Mmmmmmm….”

His groin quickly told him the report could wait.

He tried to match her sexiness as he got up and approached. Moving slowly. Keeping eye contact. She gave him an excited smile, but not for his clumsy efforts. She smiled because he was now playing her game.

He reached for the peach.

“Ah..ah!”

She kept the fruit in her hand, slowly offering the peach to his lips instead. He took a bite. A large passionate bite, taking nearly half the soft fruit in his mouth. Still chewing, he moved close, his hand slipping easily into her elasticated shorts. His hand then slipping down her lace fronted g-string. Her sex was hot. It was wet. It was ripe and ready to be eaten, just like the dripping peach in her hand.

He dropped to his knees, working her shorts and underwear down her legs as she continued to lick and suck the fruit. And as she did this - he began to lick and suck her. His wife’s clit far more delicious than any fruit. His probing fingers making her feet twist and her mouth moan. Her shorts still around her ankles as she leaned back against the door frame for support and came in her husband’s mouth.

Both of their chins now wet and sticky.

Two peaches eaten.