Blindfolded Bliss

The rain hammered against the windows of our bedroom, a frantic rhythm mirroring the urgency building inside me. It had been a long, draining week – the in-laws, the endless demands of work, the sheer weight of responsibility pressing down on us both. We were bone-tired, clinging to the last vestiges of energy as we retreated to our sanctuary. My wife, Sarah, was a vision in pale pink silk pajamas, her dark hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. As she peeled off the last button of her top, the curve of her breasts, soft and inviting, caught my eye. It wasn’t just her beauty; there was a palpable weariness in her posture, a yearning for release that mirrored my own.

I’d been anticipating this moment all day. My pleasure device, a sleek, modern masturbator, lay on the nightstand, humming with silent anticipation. It felt almost sacrilegious to need it, yet here I was, craving the artificial stimulation, a desperate attempt to bypass the inhibitions and get straight to the heart of the matter.

“Honey, I’m really tired,” she whispered, her voice thick with fatigue. It was a simple statement, but it held a world of unspoken longing. I chuckled, a low rumble in my chest. “Yeah, me too.” We lay down in the king-sized bed, the cool silk sheets a welcome contrast to the heat building within me. Her back was to me, a beautiful, vulnerable curve, and I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and run my hand along her spine, feeling the delicate rise and fall of her breath.

As my fingers traced the line of her spine, the pleasure device sprang to life, emitting a low, pulsating hum. Her tits, plump and perfectly formed, were exposed, their soft skin glistening under the dim light. It was a primal urge, a wave of desire washing over me, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Don’t you want me?” I murmured, my voice husky with anticipation.

She didn’t respond, but her body tensed slightly, a subtle shift in her weight that sent a jolt of electricity through me. I began to rub my meat against her ass, slowly, deliberately, savoring the exquisite sensation of her warm, yielding flesh against my sensitive skin. It was an act of both pleasure and domination, a silent assertion of my control.

Her turn around, her eyes wide and questioning, was a signal that the game was about to begin. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “We’re just going to make out and nothing is going to happen,” she whispered, her voice laced with both invitation and caution. It was a playful challenge, and I accepted it readily.

We began to make out, a slow, sensual dance of lips and tongues. I kissed her neck, pulling her head back gently to expose her throat. Then, I reached for her tits, my fingers caressing their delicate curves, feeling the pulse beneath her skin. It was an act of worship, an acknowledgment of their undeniable beauty. I plunged my hand deep inside, licking and sucking, exploring every inch of her flesh.

As I moved on to her legs, pulling one up to rest over my shoulder, she whispered, "What are you doing?" Her voice was soft, laced with a mixture of innocence and arousal. "If you want me to stop, just tell me," I replied, my voice low and confident. She pressed her twat against my sausage, rubbing it against it in circular motions, a deliberate provocation. “I don’t know if I want you to stop,” she murmured, her breath warm against my skin.

I knew what she wanted. The heat was building, threatening to erupt. "Well then, maybe I’ll just scoot back and stop," I said, pulling my leg away. I did, intentionally creating a small space between us, letting the anticipation simmer.

My cock was starting to ache, a sharp, insistent throb that intensified with every passing moment. The pressure was building, threatening to break free. "Come back, please," she whispered, her voice pleading. It was the trigger I needed. I rolled her onto her stomach, and began kissing her back and ass, savoring the feel of her body against mine. The moans that escaped her lips were intoxicating, a symphony of pleasure and submission.

As I took off her thong, biting into her ass, a primal instinct took over, an urge to dominate and possess. I pulled my boxers down, letting a generous pre-ejaculate stream onto her ass cheeks. It was a release, a signal that we were both ready to lose control. We were both already rubbing against each other, sweaty and eager.

My cock was throbbing badly now, a pulsing, insistent ache. I lifted her legs, pulling them up to my chest, and thrust my fat sausage into her hole slowly, feeling the resistance ease as her slit opened wide. She gasped, a primal sound of pleasure and surprise. I continued to shove my meat in, pushing through the layers of her flesh, feeling the walls of her body begin to stretch and tear. She moaned louder now, her body shaking with pleasure.

As I reached the depths, I could feel the friction, the sensation of my cock finding its mark. It was an explosion of sensation, a release of pent-up desire. My juices began to oil up my cock, coating it in a warm, slippery layer. I loved doing this to my wife, the feeling of connection, of shared pleasure.

I began moving my cock in and out in circular motions, exploring every inch of her body. Her breathing grew heavier, her sweat glistening on her skin. "Harder! Harder! Right there! Right there!" she shouted, her voice strained with pleasure. I plunged into her pussy hard, but with slow, deliberate motions, concentrating on her g-spot. I poked it five times, pausing between each poke to savor the sensation.

“Oh my god!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, her body convulsing with pleasure. The moment arrived, the inevitable culmination of our desires. I felt her claws dive into the top of my back, scratching all the way down, a desperate attempt to hold on.

The satisfaction I felt making her explode was indescribable, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, her body writhing in ecstasy. Then, the unimaginable happened. I felt her pussy push my cock out, followed by a stream of clear liquid. I thought it was urine at first, but as I looked at her reaction, I realized it wasn’t. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body fully shaking with pleasure, she moaned in delight. "Thank you so much for that!" she shouted, her voice breathless.

This turned me on even more. I picked her up and sat her on my lap, my dick stabbed in her pussy. I began pounding her up and down, licking, sucking, and biting her tits and nipples. It was a frenzy of pleasure, a release of every pent-up desire.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was swollen bad, throbbing with a fierce, insistent rhythm. I shot round after round after round up her pussy, feeling the intense pressure building within her. We kept fucking slowly, savoring every sensation, until she emptied my pipe completely.

We continued to slowly make out while I was still inside her, moving slowly in circular motions, feeling the connection deepen with each passing moment. Finally, we came to a stop, breathless and exhausted, but utterly satisfied. My cum was slowly dripping down her body, coating her skin in a warm, slippery layer. As I pulled my cock out, it was covered in my slimy cum, a testament to our shared pleasure.

My wife grabbed it and rubbed it all over her tits and body, a reminder that you are my love. She went to my semi-hard dick and continued to squeeze cum out, rubbing it on her own skin. It was hot, electrifying.

As I thought about the importance of taking time for your spouse, no matter how busy or tired you are, a wave of gratitude washed over me. We had found our escape, our sanctuary, our shared pleasure. It was a moment of pure bliss, a testament to the enduring power of love and lust. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside our bedroom, everything was perfect.

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