Skin Deep Secrets

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a relentless percussion that only amplified the heat radiating from the body beneath me. It had started innocently enough, a simple request for a massage from my wife, Sally, a playful jab laced with a knowing glint in her eyes. “A real massage or a ten-second massage that turns into sex?” she’d challenged, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. I’d answered with a sly wink and a confident, “Probably the latter. You know I can’t resist.” And resist, I never do.

Sally was already in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day’s stress, leaving her sleek and vulnerable. As she stepped out, naked and glistening, she lay face down on the plush king-sized bed, completely devoid of clothing. “Five minutes of real massage and then you can do whatever you want,” she instructed, her voice a low murmur that vibrated through my senses. It was an invitation, a blatant disregard for the boundaries we normally held, and I welcomed it with open arms.

I poured a generous amount of lavender-scented massage oil onto her back, its warmth instantly soothing her tense muscles. The scent filled the room, mingling with the clean aroma of her skin. Kneading her shoulders, I moved systematically down her back, finding knots and releasing them with deliberate pressure. The small of her back yielded easily to my touch, the muscles there incredibly sensitive. It wasn’t long before my hands found their way to her hips, circling her waist with increasing speed and intensity. I could feel the heat rising in her body, the subtle tremor of her skin a clear indication of her pleasure.

With the five-minute massage complete, I shed my own clothes, the cool air against my skin a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body. My manhood sprang free, a vibrant crimson testament to my arousal, and I immediately straddled her, positioning myself for optimal pleasure. She remained lying on her stomach, her eyes closed, completely surrendering to the moment. I continued working on her shoulders, my hands tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her back. But the longer I held my position, the more my focus shifted, the primal instinct to submit taking over.

The urge became overwhelming, a desperate need to connect with her in a way that transcended the confines of the massage table. I shifted my weight, bringing my cock closer to her body, feeling the anticipation building in my chest. The scent of her skin, now mingled with the oil, intensified, further fueling my desire. Her body tensed beneath me, a subtle shift in her breathing signaling her readiness. Without a word, she turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine, a silent invitation hanging in the air between us.

Her neck arched slightly, opening her mouth in a small, involuntary gasp as she took me inside. It was a quick, forceful entry, a desperate grab for pleasure. “Mmmmm…tastes good,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure, her words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I half-heartedly continued rubbing her shoulders, my mind lost in the intoxicating sensations of her body against mine. The professional facade I’d initially constructed crumbled under the weight of our mutual lust, and we plunged deeper into the depths of our shared desire.

As I pulled back, wanting to intensify her pleasure, I straddled her again, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks. This time, I poured a generous amount of silicone lubricant into her crack, the slick sensation sending shivers of anticipation through me. The sounds of the lubricant sliding against her skin were incredibly stimulating, the rhythmic friction a constant reminder of the pleasure to come. I could tell by her moans that she was enjoying every moment, the intensity of her pleasure radiating outwards, filling the room with its electric energy. It was slippery, intoxicating, and utterly addictive.

I increased my pace, feeling my body tense with the imminent release. The heat intensified, my muscles aching with the build-up, but I held back, determined to prolong the pleasure for both of us. I wanted to savor every moment, every sensation, before unleashing the torrent of cum that threatened to overwhelm my control. The anticipation grew, a delicious torment that pushed me closer to the edge of ecstasy. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I unleashed a massive wave of ejaculate, showering her body in its golden liquid. She arched her back, letting out a primal scream as she writhed in ecstasy.

I pulled out, watching as my cum dribbled down her leg, a testament to the intensity of our shared pleasure. “That was different,” she gasped, her voice still ragged with emotion. “How did you like it?” I didn’t hesitate. “I didn’t think I would,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of shock and delight, “but it was amazing! I wish we had tried that a long time ago!”

Her words hung in the air, a potent reminder of the boundaries we’d crossed, the lines we’d blurred. It was a revelation, a realization that we'd been missing out on a whole world of pleasure, a world of raw, uninhibited desire. The rain continued to fall outside, a constant reminder of the storm that had raged within us, a storm that had left us both breathless and utterly satisfied.

As I leaned down to kiss her, her body trembling against mine, I knew that this was just the beginning. The five minutes had transformed into an unforgettable experience, a gateway to a world of endless possibilities. We had discovered a shared language of pleasure, a secret code that only we understood. And as we clung together, lost in the intoxicating embrace of our newfound passion, I realized that the simple request for a massage had led us to a far more profound and deeply satisfying connection than we could have ever imagined. It was an invitation to abandon inhibitions and embrace the raw, primal instincts that lay dormant within us, a journey into a realm of pure, unadulterated lust and pleasure. The rain continued its relentless assault, but inside our secluded cabin, the storm of desire raged on, a testament to the enduring power of human connection and the intoxicating allure of shared pleasure.

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