Striped Bullet, Quick Release

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. It was a mid-week day off, a rare luxury in our hectic lives, and we were finally alone. My wife, Sarah, and I had spent the previous evening lost in a shared exploration, a slow, deliberate peeling back of layers, both physical and emotional. She’d shown me her pussy, a revelation in its own right, carefully shaved down to a small, short-trimmed strip, just the way I liked it – a subtle suggestion of pleasure, a hint of vulnerability. The memory ignited something primal within me, a slow burn of desire that quickly escalated as I devoured a collection of erotic stories from my favorite MH writers. The words painted vivid images, fueling a hunger that needed immediate satisfaction.

Driven by this burgeoning heat, I decided to indulge her small, ridged bullet vibe, along with a generous amount of lube. The scent alone was intoxicating, a blend of vanilla and something subtly musky that sent shivers down my spine. I carefully positioned myself, spreading her legs wide open, my hands gently caressing the sensitive skin of her inner and outer lips. The anticipation built with each slow, deliberate movement, pulling me closer, deeper into her world. She responded, a low moan escaping her lips as she anticipated my touch. My fingers continued their slow, deliberate dance, working their way towards her clit, a tiny, perfect target that held the key to unlocking her pleasure. The heat intensified, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as I pressed harder, focusing all my attention on that single point. “Oh fuck me,” she gasped, her voice laced with a raw, urgent need, “just there, just there, oh, please fuck me.” Her words hung in the air, a promise of the pleasure to come.

I knew this was going to be a quick one, a frenzied burst of sensation before the inevitable cooldown. Without hesitation, she shot up from the bed, her movements fueled by pure instinct, and grabbed my cock, which was already poised, angled towards the ceiling, eager to meet her needs. She alternated between rolling her tongue around my swollen head, taking my thick shaft as far down her throat as she could, and licking beneath the head, her tongue exploring every inch of my arousal. The roughness of her tongue against my sensitive skin sent jolts of electricity through my body. I felt the pressure building, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch, knowing I was on the verge of a monumental release. But she craved more, demanded more, a hard-cock fucking that she desperately needed. I laid her back down, her body trembling with anticipation, and slid my long rod deep into her tight, wet pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect match for her desires. I penetrated her as deep and hard as I possibly could, my balls slamming against her ass, her body arching in response to the intensity. Her moans intensified, escalating into a series of piercing screams, as she continued to writhe in ecstasy.

“Fuck me, oh, fuck me, please fuck me hard,” she cried out, her voice a strangled plea, her entire body shaking and then stiffening into a powerful, focused orgasm. The sheer force of her pleasure was palpable, radiating outward, shaking the very foundations of the room. I knew this wasn't the end of our shared experience; the energy was too high, the desire too intense. I flipped her around, barely missing a beat, getting her on all fours, and rammed my pulsating, twitching cock into her dripping hole from behind. The angle, the depth, the sheer force of my thrusts added another layer of pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her cum juices flowed over my throbbing shaft, a salty, sweet nectar that intensified my arousal.

“Fuck me, oh, fuck me, please fuck me hard,” she shrieked, her voice strained, as her body continued to shake and convulse with the intensity of her orgasm. With each thrust, she pushed further, demanding more, and I obliged, feeding her insatiable need. Her tits heaved back and forth with the pounding she was receiving, a testament to the sheer power of her orgasm. I grabbed and squeezed them tightly together, then pinched her nipples until they were hard and pointy, driving her further into the depths of pleasure. I grabbed her sexy hip with one hand and pulled it firmly towards me as I continued banging her hard, my other hand returning to her clit, which was still hard and begging for more.

The buildup was almost unbearable, the pressure within me threatening to burst. Cum began to build up from my balls, flowing through my shaft and into my purple, throbbing head. The scent was overwhelming, a potent combination of arousal and desperation. She screamed again, a primal cry of need, begging me, “Fuck me hard, shoot your cum in me, please shoot deep inside me,” her voice raw and ragged. With that, she drove both of us into a mindblowing orgasm. My hot cum shoots deep into her, mixing with her pussy juice that is now flowing out and down her legs. We collapsed on the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and flesh, coming down from our quick screaming and powerful orgasms. The rain continued to fall, now a soothing rhythm against the windows, mirroring the calmness that had settled over us. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, but beneath it, a profound sense of satisfaction. Glory to God for a day off, spending it with my best friend and horny, hot wife! The memory of our shared pleasure would linger long after the rain had stopped, a reminder of the potent connection we shared, forged in the heat of the moment and fueled by a mutual desire for raw, unadulterated pleasure. It was a night to remember, a perfect embodiment of our intimate bond.

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