Sultry Saturday: Twice the Pleasure

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm against the quiet solitude of our little world. It had been a brutal week, a relentless barrage of deadlines and demands, leaving me utterly drained and desperately craving the comfort of my wife, Eleanor. She was a force of nature, a whirlwind of vibrant energy, and even after twenty-plus years, she still managed to ignite a fire in my soul with a single glance. She was petite, barely five-foot-two, but possessed a body sculpted for pleasure – a voluptuous curve here, a perfectly placed swell there. Her breasts were large and generous, and her hips, wide and inviting, promised endless delights. Today, she seemed particularly eager, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint that sent a shiver down my spine.

As soon as the kids were tucked into bed, a sanctuary of silence descended upon the house. We moved with a practiced ease, shedding our clothes with a shared understanding that bypassed words. The air hung thick with anticipation, charged with the electricity of unspoken desire. "Honey," she murmured, her voice husky with longing, "I've been thinking about that green vibrator you got."

A slow smile spread across my face. It was her favorite, a sleek, powerful device that always delivered a potent dose of pleasure. I retrieved it from the drawer, its cool plastic a familiar comfort in my hand. As we settled in, nestled together on the plush velvet sofa, she took control, her nimble fingers exploring the sensitive folds of her clitoris with the vibrating cylinder. The rhythmic pulse of the machine sent waves of heat through her body, and soon, both of us were lost in a shared ecstasy, moans of pleasure bubbling up from deep within.

Her legs were wide open, the vibrator firmly pressed against her clit, and I relished the sensation of my own cock rising, full and hard, demanding release. It felt like an eternity as I meticulously stroked my shaft, savoring every inch of its potency. The anticipation built, a crescendo of lust and longing, until I felt the inevitable surge. My muscles tensed, my breathing grew shallow, and the sweat beaded on my forehead.

“A little closer,” she whispered, her voice laced with a desperate plea. Instinctively, I shifted my position, resting my head against her chest, my erect cock pressing firmly against her back. It was an intimate act, a communion of bodies seeking solace and release. My hand reached out, gently tracing the curve of her breasts, feeling the heavy weight of their fullness against my fingertips. The heat intensified, my cock throbbing, twitching, and leaking a viscous pre-cum, a salty prelude to the impending storm. She responded with a playful nip at my nipple, her touch electrifying, drawing me deeper into the vortex of desire.

As we both neared the precipice of orgasm, she requested that I lie down on my back. A silent understanding passed between us, a shared anticipation for the pleasure to come. She scrambled onto my chest, her weight pressing down on me as she took the lead. Her long, thick shaft slid into her tight pussy, and the first wave of sensation washed over me, sending shivers of pure bliss through my veins. She began to thrust, a rhythmic, insistent rhythm that built in intensity, her tits bouncing against my chest, her hips swaying with abandon.

My hand instinctively reached up, rubbing her clit with a deliberate tenderness, while my other hand traced the delicate ridges of her vulva, a silent invitation to further pleasure. The combined stimulation was too much to bear, and I felt myself pulling closer, drawn into the intoxicating depths of her pleasure. The moans of ecstasy grew louder, echoing through the room as she fought to maintain control, her body shaking with the intensity of her experience.

Suddenly, a thought struck me – a desperate attempt to prolong the pleasure, to savor every moment of this exquisite sensation. I rolled her onto my side, keeping my cock firmly lodged in her, refusing to allow it to slip out prematurely. We continued to pound each other relentlessly, a furious dance of lust and passion, our bodies locked together in a desperate embrace. The sounds of our moans filled the room, a primal symphony of pleasure.

As we pushed beyond the limits of our physical endurance, something extraordinary happened. I felt a powerful surge, a massive release building within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. Instinctively, I pulled my cock out, just before the point of no return, a split-second decision that felt both reckless and liberating. The torrent of cum erupted from my shaft, a viscous river flowing down into her waiting depths, but stopping short of the ultimate climax. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching, as she watched with a mixture of frustration and anticipation.

She eagerly asked if I had cummed, her eyes pleading for confirmation. "No," I whispered, my voice hoarse with pleasure, "But I'm not done yet." I grabbed her full, round ass and slammed it down onto my cock, resuming the frenzied pounding. The force of our combined thrusts was immense, our bodies shaking with the sheer intensity of the experience. We continued to ride each other like this for several minutes, lost in the throes of our shared ecstasy, before finally succumbing to the inevitable.

This time, there was no holding back. My cock slipped out, and my wife, with a playful grin, grabbed it firmly, milking the flying cum out over her tummy and tits until the last drop drained away. We lay there, exhausted but exhilarated, covered in each other's sweat and semen, a testament to our passionate connection. I looked at her, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes sparkling with joy, and a wave of gratitude washed over me. I thanked my Savior for the gift of such a wonderful blessing, a moment of pure bliss shared between two souls intertwined by lust and love. The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of our passion, leaving behind only the sweet scent of desire and the lingering warmth of a night well spent.

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