The Silent Push - Part 1 🎧

Part 1: The Best Sex You've Ever Had

This story is NSFW and is intended for adults who wish to read NSFW fiction.

I selected The Silent Push part 1 as my feature for the Smut Stroll because it is very representative of my work here, but also it’s the most true to life. I hope you will enjoy it and want to continue reading the series and its prequel, The Secret Temptation. ❤️🖤💋

The marriage almost didn’t even happen.

There was a time I thought I’d have been better off if it hadn’t—but not anymore. It taught me a lot—mostly how to say a big “fuck you” to all of society’s and religion’s made-up rules.

But most of all, it taught me this:

Despite the strait-laced life I’d built around myself, I got off on risk.

There were so many red flags that I subconsciously ignored.

Her fixation on getting married too soon.

Her desperation to start trying for kids immediately.

Her sudden warmth only during ovulation—and the brutal coldness when it passed.

Our first year of marriage—this was supposed to be the time we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

Instead, I was wide awake, staring at the wall. Rejected again.

And that fucking hurt.

Every time.

That was the night when a seemingly innocuous choice set off a chain of events that derailed my life—in the worst and best way.

That choice? I checked my DMs.

@elliebeans wants to connect.

A former student—Ellie.

Shy in high school. Always quiet, always tucked in the corner.

Hard to imagine her reaching out like this.

She was nineteen now, and in college nearby.

“Hi Mr. J. Is it okay for me to message you? If not, I’m sorry 😋.”

We started chatting.

She and her roommate didn’t get along.

Her one real friend from high school was now on the west coast.

Her parents were never really the supportive types.

She needed connection.

“I was just feeling bored and lonely. Then I started thinking about our class—and how nice you always were. So I looked you up.”

Soon, DMs weren’t enough. She wanted to meet. Hang out.

She was nineteen.

I was thirty-four.

At first the idea seemed ridiculous, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized we weren’t really that different. Two people searching for connection—to be seen.

I agreed.

***

It was the only time my then-wife questioned me about Ellie.

At least until much later—

when everything had changed.

When it was too late.

If I’m being honest, she was probably happy to get me out of the house.

She wouldn’t have to pay any attention to me if I wasn’t there.

We started with trips to the diner.

Then hikes together.

But the place she loved the most was the park.

We talked for hours—about the simplest things.

She was easy to talk to. And, judging by her smile, so was I.

One evening after I dropped her off at her dorm, she texted me.

“Can I ask you something kinda personal?”

I could hear her voice in my head—soft, uncertain, that innocent timbre. I could feel my chest tighten, struggling to deny my subtle arousal.

“Sure, Ellie.”

The knot in my chest grew as I watched those dots dance on my screen while she was typing.

“What was the best sex you’ve ever had?”

***

Believe it or not, the best sex I ever had was with the same woman who spent most of our marriage withholding it. It was on our honeymoon. It was our honeymoon—her choice, of course. The Virgin Islands. I hated the heat, but even I had to admit, the place was stunning. We were on the balcony after a long day of shopping and indulging in every amenity the hotel offered—drinks in hand, cigarettes lit, and the most soul-stirring view of the Caribbean Sea laid out before us. The sun had set and a warm breeze bathed us in serenity. She stood at the railing, entranced. A soft gust lifted the hem of her short, thin dress—just high enough to flash the curve of her smooth, tanned cheeks. I drew a deep breath—and there it was. That ache. Low, sharp, pulsing between my legs. Every wall I’d built to hold back my baser instincts crumbled in a moment. Without thinking, I moved behind her and pressed the weight of my arousal against her. It was too dark to see her face, but I like to think she was smiling—a slow, hungry smile she kept hidden. I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her dress, and slid my hands hungrily down the front of her panties. She turned toward me and moaned in my ear as I traced circles around her clit—grinding her ass into me. My fingers came back soaked. I hooked my thumbs in her panties and slid them down. They pooled around her ankles. My hands ran from the soft swell of her ass up to her chest. I unhooked her bra in one fluid motion. I kneaded her breasts roughly, pulling another deep moan from her, and pressed into her harder. Without a word, she leaned over the railing—already knowing what was coming. I eased the straps off her shoulders, and the dress slipped to her feet. She stood naked against the rail, bathed in shadows and sea breeze. I freed myself, dragged the tip through her slick heat once… twice… and then slid all the way in. A deep gasp escaped her lips. The breeze swept over us as I moved inside her, every thrust drawing us deeper into a rhythm we’d never found before—or again.

I slipped out of her, dropped into the nearest chair, and pulled her back onto me by the hips. Back to front, sliding in and out—perfect bliss. I gripped her breasts as she rode me—bouncing, grinding, gasping. She cried out as she clenched around me—and we came together. Every nerve fired as I emptied into her, still pulsing deep inside. Exhausted, she leaned back onto my chest, my cock still inside her, and she kissed me.

“Well, that was fun,” she whispered.

That was the only thing either of us said during the entire act.

Looking back on that night—how beautiful it was, how unrepeatable—my heart aches.

I think it might’ve been the only time we ever actually made love.

***

My screen lit up.

Request to join video chat.

I accepted.

“Wow… that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” Ellie said, eyes wide. “But also kinda sad.”

I sighed deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sometimes I wonder if it was all just a dream.”

Ellie went quiet, eyes distant.

“At least you had one unforgettable night. I’ve never experienced anything even close to that.”

I stayed silent. I’d already said too much.

Telling her that story had opened the gates—and I couldn’t take it back.

A line had been crossed. The topic of sex was now fair game between us.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong—I’ve had sex before. A few times.”

She glanced down, cheeks flushed.

“It was just… I don’t know. Ordinary.”

I was surprised—and honestly a little alarmed—by the jealousy and protectiveness welling up inside me.

“They were just boys, you know? But I have ideas… fantasies…”

The pause between us stretched—thick, loaded.

“…that only a man can satisfy.”

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