Wife's Secret, Body's Desire

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the feverish anticipation thrumming through me. Six weeks. Six agonizing weeks since the doctor’s pronouncement – “No sex for six weeks.” Six weeks of simmering desire, of stolen glances and desperate, hesitant touches. Six weeks since our anniversary, a cruel joke played by fate, landing squarely in the middle of our enforced abstinence. My wife, Sarah, deserved the world, but right now, she deserved my full, unbridled attention.

The small apartment felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken longing. We'd made the best of it, indulging in stolen moments of intimacy, a desperate attempt to quell the raging fire within us. Hand jobs, blow jobs, a few quick, frantic releases from my end, and Sarah, bless her heart, had been more than happy to oblige, her body aching for the touch she’d been denied. She’d confessed to feeling increasingly horny, the frustration building with each passing day. It was during one of these desperate encounters, clothed in the aftermath of a particularly heated session, that we’d found a way to push past the restrictions. We’d laid together on the bed, her pelvis resting against mine, a silent plea for more, a tangible expression of her yearning. The knowledge that we were carrying a child, a tiny life growing within her, only intensified the pressure, the need to reconnect, to satisfy both our bodies and our souls.

The green light finally arrived, a wave of relief washing over us as the doctor confirmed that there were no further complications. The thought of finally resuming our intimacy ignited a primal heat within me, a desperate need to lose myself in her embrace. We woke up on a Saturday morning, the rain still falling, a damp, romantic backdrop to our renewed passion. The shower was bypassed, the remnants of the previous night clinging to our skin, a testament to our shared desire. We were already nude, a habit we’d developed out of sheer comfort, a sign of our deep connection.

As I kissed her, slow and deliberate, I began to tease, my hands tracing the curves of her breasts, pinching her nipples with a gentle force that sent shivers down her spine. She responded with a passionate kiss, her lips demanding more, her hands reaching for me, pulling me closer. I reciprocated, rubbing her breasts with increasing intensity, feeling the heat rise within her, a clear indication that she was on the verge of an explosion. The memory of the miscarriage last year still lingered, a dark cloud hanging over our hopes, but we refused to let it define us. We had come too far, endured too much, to allow fear to dictate our lives.

Moving down her body, my fingers gently explored the delicate skin of her stomach, before descending further, finding her wet pussy. The scent, the feeling, the anticipation – it was overwhelming. I slid my fingers inside, meeting her resistance with a gentle pressure, her body trembling with pleasure. She moaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a jolt of electricity through me. Her hips began to sway, a rhythmic dance of desire, and I knew, without a doubt, that she was about to release. I tightened my grip on her cock, feeling the strain as she pulled me closer, her legs wrapping around my waist, holding me fast.

The tension built, palpable, suffocating. Then, it happened. A sharp, piercing moan escaped her lips, a release of all that pent-up need. "Oohhhh," she whispered, breathless, her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. But the pleasure wasn't over. As she regained her composure, she pulled me on top of her, her weight pressing down on me, demanding more. "Fuck me," she commanded, her voice raw with desire. There was no hesitation, no room for doubt. I slid my cock deep inside her, plunging into the depths of her pleasure.

The world narrowed down to the feel of her wet, yielding flesh against my body, the rhythm of my thrusts, the heat of her moans. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer, pushing my cock deeper, determined to satisfy her every whim. We were both breathing hard, our bodies writhing in unison, lost in a world of pure sensation. Just as I felt the first surge of release, a wave of heat washing over me, I felt her tense up, pulling me higher, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Another moan escaped her lips, even more intense than the first. "Oohhhh," she cried, her body arching in ecstasy.

The second wave of pleasure hit me with full force, a torrent of sensation that left me gasping for breath. I collapsed on top of her, clinging to her, unable to tear myself away. We held each other for a few moments, catching our breath, savoring the lingering warmth of our shared intimacy. Then, she abruptly jumped up and dashed to the bathroom, a silent plea for privacy. The moment she returned, she was back in my arms, kissing me with renewed urgency. The pace quickened, the passion intensifying, as we dove back into the depths of our shared desire.

As I rubbed her titties and squeezed them, feeling the heat radiate from her skin, I noticed the familiar wetness returning. She guided my hand to her pussy, her fingers gently teasing the sensitive skin. The sight of her wet clitoris sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I knew that this time, I wouldn’t hold back. My fingers slid in easily, meeting her resistance with a gentle pressure, her body trembling with pleasure. The moans intensified, building in intensity as I continued to explore her wet pleasure. She rocked her hips, a rhythmic dance of desire, and I could feel her begging for more.

The tension reached its peak, then shattered in a final, explosive release. "Oohhhh," she cried, breathless, her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. She held on to me for a moment, clinging to me tight, before pulling away, her body trembling with exhaustion. But the desire was still there, simmering beneath the surface, demanding to be satisfied. She got on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide, inviting me to return. Without hesitation, I slid back inside her, plunging into the depths of her pleasure once again.

I held onto her hips, pulling her closer, pushing my cock deeper, determined to satisfy her every whim. The moans continued, growing louder and more insistent as I continued my thrusts, feeling the heat building within her. Soon, I felt the familiar surge of anticipation, a sign that I was about to unleash a second load. "I’m gonna cum," I said, my voice hoarse with desire. She responded with a series of moans, "Oohhh…oohhh," her body arching in ecstasy.

As I continued to thrust, a warmth spread through me, a sign that my body was preparing to release its pent-up tension. The second orgasm hit me with full force, a torrent of sensation that left me gasping for breath. I shot my load deep inside her, feeling the release wash over me, a wave of pure bliss. We collapsed on the bed, exhausted but content, clinging to each other as we drifted off to sleep, the rain still falling outside, a gentle reminder of our shared intimacy. It was good to be together again, lost in the depths of our desire, united by the miracle of life growing within us.

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