Scheduled Desires: A Contract of Flesh

The counselor's advice hung in the air, a strange, uncomfortable weight after our initial discussion about scheduling sex. It felt like a pact, a contract sealed with a shared understanding of our differing desires. My libido surged, a primal heat that intensified as I watched my wife, Sarah, walk into the bedroom. She wore a flowing, crimson dress, the silk clinging to her curves in a way that sent shivers down my spine. Her movements were graceful, confident, radiating an alluring sensuality that threatened to overwhelm my senses.

As she closed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room, I felt a surge of desperate longing. The carefully constructed mental barrier I’d erected, the one designed to honor our agreement, crumbled under the pressure of my immediate needs. It was a dangerous, intoxicating pull, a primal urge that demanded release. Ignoring the meticulously planned schedule, the thought of waiting until Saturday, became unbearable.

I reached for the sheets, pulling them back to reveal my fully erect cock. The familiar weight, the throbbing tension, was a tangible reminder of the desires simmering beneath my skin. I quickly pulled my pants down and laid back on the bed, my body trembling with anticipation. My hands moved instinctively, tracing the contours of my shaft, testing its readiness. The heat intensified, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of climax.

Just as I felt the first hints of pre-cum gathering, a knock echoed through the room. It was Sarah. Panic seized me, a cold wave washing over my initial excitement. I instinctively pulled the sheets back over my body, hoping to conceal my arousal. The thought of disappointing her, of breaking our agreement, was too much to bear.

She entered the room, her eyes scanning the space, a playful glint in their depths. “Can I join you?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

“Yeah, why not? Join me,” I replied, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“I mean, join you in what you were doing?” she clarified, her gaze lingering on my concealed form.

“Me? What was I doing?” I feigned ignorance, my heart pounding in my chest.

Her smile widened, a flash of white teeth against her tanned skin. “I was at the door… I was watching. I saw what you were doing.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, I was watching you trying to jerk off… Do you need me or you prefer to go solo?” Her finger pointed directly at my aroused member, a silent challenge.

“Of course, you know I need you badly sweetheart. I was only afraid to ask. You know it’s not our day today.”

“Notwithstanding, you should have asked. I would have obliged you…” She took the book from the nightstand and slowly peeled back the sheets, revealing my fully exposed cock.

Her jaw dropped, a silent expression of shock and arousal. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of my hard, erect member. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she bent over me, her body molding itself around my form.

“I can see my baby is hungry,” she murmured, her breath warm against my skin. “Don’t worry; mommy is here to feed you.”

With a swift movement, she let go of my cock, pulling the sheets away to expose her own exquisite beauty. Her miniskirt and body-hugging dress clung to her curves, accentuating her hourglass figure. The sight of her bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through me.

As she continued to strip, the crimson fabric falling away to reveal her pale, smooth legs, I lost all control. My breath hitched in my throat, my muscles tensed, and my senses were overwhelmed by her presence. It was an intoxicating blend of desire and anticipation, a perfect storm of lust and pleasure.

She approached me slowly, deliberately, her movements deliberate and sensual. Her fingers brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a potent mixture of sweat and musk that heightened my senses.

As she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, she whispered, “Let’s get started, darling.”

Her words ignited a fire within me, a primal urge that demanded immediate gratification. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and began to kiss her deeply, savoring every touch, every taste, every sensation. Her body responded eagerly, her hips swaying against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist.

The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, more passionate, as we moved together in a frenzy of lust. Her hands explored my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles, while my fingers caressed her curves, teasing her with playful touches. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a world of pure pleasure and sensation.

As we broke apart, her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes wide with pleasure. She looked at me, a silent invitation in her gaze. I knew what she wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige.

With a confident stride, I grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bed. As we lay down, her body pressed against mine, her scent filling my senses. The heat intensified, and I felt my body respond instinctively, my cock surging with anticipation.

She began to grind her hips against me, her movements slow and deliberate, teasing my senses and building the tension to an unbearable level. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper, until I felt as if I were melting into her body.

As she thrust downward, her hips rocking back and forth, my cock reached its peak, exploding with pleasure. A wave of heat washed over me, and I let out a primal yell, lost in the moment. The pleasure was overwhelming, intoxicating, a feeling I had never experienced before.

She continued to thrust, her movements becoming more frantic, more intense, as she pushed me to the very edge of ecstasy. The world around us blurred, and I lost all sense of time and space. It was as if we were trapped in a dream, a world of pure pleasure and sensation.

Finally, as she reached her climax, she let out a piercing shriek, her body convulsing with pleasure. She pulled away from me, gasping for air, her eyes closed in ecstasy. I watched her, mesmerized by her beauty, her passion, her power.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with love and desire, and whispered, “You’re amazing, darling.”

I smiled, my heart overflowing with joy. “You too, sweetheart.”

As we lay there, intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and bodies, I realized that our agreement, our carefully constructed plan, had been a catalyst for something far greater. It had unleashed a torrent of passion that would consume us both, leaving us breathless and exhausted but infinitely satisfied. We were no longer just a couple; we were partners in crime, united by our shared desires and our mutual lust. From that day forward, our lives would be defined by this newfound freedom, this uninhibited expression of our sexuality. And as I looked at my wife, her eyes sparkling with excitement, I knew that our journey had just begun.

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