Offshore Desire, Silent Home

The salt spray still clung to my clothes, a gritty reminder of the day’s work. Offshore drilling wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills, and it paid well enough to keep Jess comfortable, especially now that she was carrying our little one. Silence hung heavy in the air as I stepped through the doorway, the usual chaos of our small house replaced by an unsettling quiet. My keys landed with a dull thud on the table, and I called out, “Baby, I’m home.”

A voice, smooth and laced with a hint of amusement, responded, “In our bedroom, sweetheart, can you come here please?”

I made my way to the bedroom, the scent of lavender and something else, something undeniably alluring, already permeating the air. There she was, Jess, hunched over the laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration as she meticulously examined the dimensions of a sleek, glass-topped end table. “Oh, great, you’re on one of your shopping sprees,” I said, a touch of exasperation in my voice. I glanced at the screen; a balance transfer confirmation flashed before my eyes. “Yeah, it doesn’t hurt to spend and splurge every once in a while.” Her smile was radiant, a perfect mirror of the joy she found in the simple pleasures.

“Um, I was wondering if you like this table, I was thinking of replacing the end table in the den. What do you think?” Her voice held a genuine curiosity, a desire for my opinion that always warmed my heart.

“Yeah, it’s nice, glass but nice. Baby, what’s wrong with the one we recently bought?” I asked, pulling off my shirt and pants, the cool air a welcome relief against my skin. The sudden exposure, the vulnerability, always seemed to loosen the tension between us.

“Nothing, we can put it somewhere else, but I think this table goes better with the furniture.” She continued to stare, her gaze lingering on my exposed form, specifically on the bulge beneath my boxers. A slow, deliberate pleasure radiated from her eyes. “Yeah, baby, that’s fine if we get the table. I love to see my wife happy and smile.” My words were meant as reassurance, a simple expression of my adoration. I walked around the bed, searching for the drawer where I kept my favorite boxers. The anticipation built, fueled by the knowledge of what was to come.

Her eyes followed my every move, a silent invitation, a palpable hunger. “Yeah, you make me very happy. Do I make you happy?” Her voice was soft, almost a question, but I knew the answer. “Yes, of course you make me the happiest man ever!” I declared, rushing across the room and wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close. A few kisses, passionate and urgent, sealed the moment before I made my intentions known. “I’m gonna get in the shower, would you like to join me?” I asked, my voice low and suggestive. My hand gently caressed her cheek, a silent encouragement. “You know, baby, if it’s something you want to see, just do it!” I teased, my fingers teasing the soft skin of her left breast. She pushed me back onto the bed, a playful challenge that only intensified my desire.

“Mmm, baby, please suck my dick!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with raw need. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my face, before descending to claim the prize. Her wet, tight pussy pressed against my growing erection, sending shivers down my spine. “Baby, I’m sorry, but you stink,” she laughed, a playful jab that didn’t diminish the intensity of her actions. A quick, passionate kiss on my lips served as a reminder of her dominance. “Hell yeah, I know that’s why I was trying to get in the shower, babe.” She replied, her eyes never leaving mine. I grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom, the anticipation building with every step. She kissed down my body, her touch lingering on my abs, then reaching beneath my boxers to grab my cock. “Fuck yeah, come here gorgeous,” I said, pulling her into my arms and leading her into the shower.

The warm water instantly enveloped us, washing away the grime of the day. I grabbed the body wash and squeezed a generous amount onto a soft cloth, creating a rich, fragrant lather. As I began to massage it onto her body, my hands tracing the curves of her back, her shoulders, my eyes never leaving her face. I kissed her on the lips, then on her neck, descending to her breasts, squeezing them gently before rinsing away the soap. My tongue explored the sensitive skin of her nipples, eliciting a moan of pleasure that made my heart race. “It’s my turn to please my man,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation.

She pushed me against the wall, almost shoving her head down my throat. The sheer force of her desire was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and completely consumed. She lathered me up in the body wash, her hands skilled and confident, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. The scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with the primal heat of our encounter. Reaching beneath the waist, she gripped my cock firmly, her fingers digging into my flesh as she began to rub it, a silent promise of what was to come. "Yeah, baby, you’re a good girl.”

I responded by lowering myself closer to her, aligning my body with hers in preparation for the inevitable. Two fingers slipped beneath her damp folds, and I heard her pussy juices begin to flow, a symphony of pleasure that resonated through my core. As she tightened her PC muscles, squeezing around my cock, my breathing became faster, my heart pounding in my chest. “Ah, oh, Jess, I’m gonna shoot my cum on your pretty face,” I declared, releasing a thick torrent of semen directly onto her face. She wiped it away with her hand, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.

We dried each other off, clinging to each other as we retreated to the bed. The warmth of her body, the scent of her skin, filled me with an overwhelming sense of contentment. As we cuddled together, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey, a testament to the power of desire and the intoxicating thrill of passion. The next mission loomed on the horizon, but for now, we were lost in the moment, lost in each other.

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