Waiting for Joy: a Forbidden Affair
Copyright© 2026 by Lina Da Silva
Chapter 2: Hunger
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Hunger - She waited her whole life for love—just not like this. In her forties, Rose meets Steve, a man she cannot have but cannot resist. Their connection ignites into something raw and consuming in a secluded winter escape. But when desire clashes with reality, she must face the truth: is stolen passion enough when your heart demands more?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating BDSM DomSub Interracial White Male Oriental Female Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
Their first snowfall together has been magical. To Rose, seeing Steve silently cry with joy in front of her is a fire piercing through this cold night. It is her first winter, and she has no words to describe the thrill of seeing its beauty with the man who has shared almost everything with her – except a ring on her finger.
“I don’t want to marry,” she always tells herself.
But how come she feels like she wants something more stable that holds her lingering want and need with this man holding her in this chair right now?
He just made her sore when they made love. Yet she wants more. More of him, more of his touch, and probably more of his soul.
So does he. Steve has never learned to verbalise his feelings this much until she came into his life. And now, crying in front of her? He has seldom shown his feelings, even to his wife. He has always chosen to stay tough on the outside, even if he has been crushed deep inside. But one touch from Rose just melts the icicles around his heart. She has changed him more than she knows. How he wished he could let her know.
“I’m just dying to have that massage that you promised right now...” Steve whispers in her ear.
Rose smiles, gets off him and leads him to the big rustic tub. He gladly takes her hand and gives it a gentle kiss. His lips move to her wrist, up to her arm, to her elbow and shoulder.
“We have to get started. Dinner is getting cold,” she seductively sighs.
“I am having my meal right here,” he responds as he kisses her neck.
“Sit in the tub now, my heart,” she gently pushes him towards the tub, even if her wetness has started to build again.
“Okay, my Rose,” he hesitatingly stops his hand from touching her sweet bud again so he can step into the rustic tub.
Steve sits in the warm water that soothes his skin. “Give me the massage in here.”
His girlfriend answers him by digging her fingers into his shoulder to knead his tired muscles. With only the velvet red stockings on, she stands behind his head, now draped on the edge of the big white porcelain. He smiles as he sees Rose’s mouth-watering breasts dangle just above his face when she reaches out for his tired chest and shoulders.
“I want my fruits, please!”
Slowly, Rose slides her hands from his shoulders to his arms, lowering her upper body onto him. And like a child, he closes his eyes as he reaches for her tits and sucks one and then the other. She bites her lip almost in surrender, but she wants him to wait. So she kneads his arms with more pressure and slides them back to his shoulders. Every time she leans to reach his arms, his mouth playfully latches onto her pendulous breasts. Now, more water drips down her thighs from her pearl.
The aroma of the scented candles blends with the chamomile flavour emanating from the bubbles. It lavishly fills the steamy air, now pierced by their moans.
Steve leads Rose’s hand to his engorged manhood. He loves the massage that she gives, but he wants her hand to just hold him there. She slowly walks to the side of the tub and strokes his shaft. His eyes linger on her curves; her chocolate contour even more glowing in the flicker of the candlelight. Her strokes are gentle – from the tip down to the base. He throws his head back while savouring this delicious treat. This massage is meant to soothe his ache, but her hands bring him more ache.
“You know, I’ve been happy with my family life ... So I still don’t know why I want you so bad.”
Locking eyes with him, she leads his hand to her hips. He moves closer to her so he can grope them like how he kneads his favourite dough – deliberate and on point. Her vintage stockings are peeled off her legs right before she steps into the tub. She sinks lower into the water as she continues to stroke his cock, now throbbing even more intensely.
They are seated face-to-face; her thighs drape his, allowing his fingers to access her labia more easily. She whimpers as he pushes one finger inside. This synchronised masturbation is so mind-blowing for both of them that they could utter things that they have been keeping to themselves.
“Don’t you really know?” she says in a whimper as his finger curls inside her.
“I don’t want to know. Because I don’t want this to end,” he gasps as her strokes become firmer.
“So we will still float in a limbo?” she bravely asks as she gyrates on his finger.
“I would rather float with you than end things with you. Nothing has changed. Nothing has stopped me from wanting you this way.”
“Just this way?” Her breathing has become more ragged as he inserts the second finger deep within her folds.
“This is the best that I could give you.” His voice breaks as his pulse quickens while holding his tears.
Steve’s other hand cups Rose’s face and hungrily kisses her. He wishes to make her feel so desired, despite being his other woman. He knows she deserves more than what he could offer. In the last two years, they have tried so many times to break this off. But the more that they were apart, the hungrier they became. So they decided that they would not starve each other anymore.
I never knew I was starving ‘til I tasted you. The song goes from the cabin’s speakers. Hearing that line, they giggle. Then they press their lips onto each other again, making their tongues dance, entwined in perfect rhythm.
“I need to have you in my mouth,” Rose utters in deep want.
“Can I hear a ‘please’?” Steve chuckles.
“Please?” she giggles back.
Steve locks Rose’s hips with his and slowly balances himself as he stands up in the tub. His arms carefully support her weight as she clings to him.
“Gosh, I didn’t know you were this strong.” She gives him another kiss.