Silent Departure, Burning Desire

My wife and I had been married for over 20 years when she decided that she was going on an overseas mission trip. It surprised me when she decided to go because we usually do this kind of thing together and she knew I was resistant to going. (I’m all for these trips, I just haven’t felt called to go myself. Because she knew how I felt, she never asked me to go with her.)

As the time approached for her departure, it seemed surreal that she would actually be gone for over two weeks. In all of our marriage, we have never spent more than a week apart. I began to wonder how I was going to deal with our separation. We are used to doing everything together; travel, projects, even trips to the store are two-person events. Besides missing my best friend and partner in crime, my lover would also be gone! You see, we typically make love 4 to 7 times a week; what was I going to do without my lover?

I decided to give myself something to do that would help distract me, so I focused on a big project that I have needed to accomplish for several months. This helped somewhat while I was doing the work, but there were still a couple of issues. First, the project only lasted for the first few days. Second, when I crawled in bed each night, she was not there to hold and to make love to.

I had decided that I would deal with the physical, sexual desires by masturbating to release that tension. So I pleasured myself almost every day that first week. As I did, I pictured making love to my sweet wife. I would think about her beautiful fragrance and how good it feels to have her naked body next to mine. I imagined bringing her to orgasm with my hands and mouth then climbing up to penetrate her with my man flesh. By this time, I would be worked up enough that my precum would be flowing, which made short work of reaching orgasm.

Releasing my cum each day certainly gave me some sexual tension relief, but in the aftermath, I felt very unsatisfied. The physical act of cumming, while pleasurable, can’t compare with having my lover in my arms and feeling her flesh beneath me. I missed the feeling of my dick finding her sweet, wet pussy as I gently press myself into her, the complete ecstasy of the two of us becoming one flesh.

By the end of the first week, I made a different plan. I decided that I was going to fast from my self-pleasure so that I could just pray for my wife. At the same time, I’d be building sexual tension so that when she got home, I could enjoy the pleasures of making love to her ten times as powerfully.

To make the separation from her even worse, the only times I would be able to reach her would be while she would be at the airports both going and coming. Each day I would pray for her and wonder what she was experiencing and how it would affect her—how it would impact both of us. Numerous friends have gone on these trips over the past several years, and we’ve seen them come back with life-changing experiences; some even become fulltime missionaries.

Each day that went by, I missed my sweet wife more than the day before. Each day I could also feel my sexual desire for her growing. It was hard not giving in to the immediate gratification of my flesh. Finally, the day arrived that she was headed back, and I was able to get a text from her. She messaged me from her stopover in Europe that the trip had been life-changing; she had seen God move in powerful ways that she almost couldn’t describe. She said she couldn’t wait to see me and to try to share in person what she had experienced. She also told me that she had missed me terribly and couldn’t wait to hold me and kiss me. The anticipation in both my heart and my loins was becoming almost unbearable.

We live in a remote area, hours from any airport, so she would be arriving back in a city that’s a couple of hours away. She would also be getting in late in the evening. That meant the prospect of a grueling two more hours of having her with me but either unable to be intimate with her or having less than ideal car sex on some side road on the way home. Rather than suffer either, I got a hotel room—not just for the night, but for the whole weekend. This way we could relax and just enjoy each other’s company, uninterrupted.

The moment finally came when she arrived at the airport, and I was waiting with the car to pick her up. As she walked out the doors, she was the most beautiful that she as ever looked to me! There was this beautiful and unmistakable glow about her, just like it describes how Moses looked after being in the presence of God. At that moment, I loved my wife more than any other time in our marriage. More than when I cried as she walked down the aisle to marry me; even more than watching her give birth to our children. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of my wife. Those other significant and impactful milestones in life were huge, but she had done those with me at her side. This time it was something that she had stepped out and done without me—just her and God! My wife has never appeared any more sexy or desirable than she did right then. As she came up to me, we embraced, and I gave her a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. I didn’t care who saw. I hope anyone watching could see how much I love and missed my wife. Her body felt so good to me, and I just breathed in the fragrance of my wife. It didn’t matter to me that she had been traveling for days. Her familiar scent smelled so good to me.

We got in the car, and I could hardly keep my hands off of her. As we drove directly to the hotel, I reached back and undid her bra with one hand then reached inside her blouse to grasp hold of her beautiful breasts. She moaned a little as I ran my hungry fingers over her now stiffening nipples.

I then reached down between her legs, and as I did, she opened them so that I could have full access to her woman flesh. Even though I was just touching her through her jeans, I could feel the heat coming from her steamy lover’s lane. As I rubbed for just a moment, she began moaning and telling me how she had desperately missed my touch and how she needed to make love to me. After just a couple of swirls of my fingers over the material covering her swollen pussy lips, she gave a loud moan and grabbed my hand, stopping me. She said I had to wait because she would cum any second now and it would make a big mess that could be seen through her jeans!

At this point, my dick was so stiff that I thought it might burst my zipper. And the precum was flowing so freely that my underwear was soaked. Some of the liquid was even showing on the outside of my pants. I could see that I would have to carry my jacket over my arm when checking into the hotel so that my very wet spot would be hidden.

We finally got to the hotel and got checked into the room. My wife immediately grabbed hold of me and started passionately kissing me. We ground our bodies together, and it felt so good to have her back in my arms. I reached under her blouse and caressed her back then moved my hands down to grab a hold of her ass and pull her toward me. Her flesh felt so good to me. Our mouths were so entangled that I thought that just the kissing might make me cum. I sat her down and told her to wait for a minute while I went into the bathroom and started running a bath. I knew that two days of traveling had worn her out and that a soak would help her feel much better and refreshed.

As I got the water running, I came back to my wife and began to undress her by taking off her shoes and socks. I then stood her back up and took her pants off, leaving her panties on for now. Next, I unbuttoned her blouse while kissing her neck. As I worked my way down the buttons, I followed with my kisses. I slid it from her shoulders to the floor and removed her bra to reveal her beautiful breasts. Gently, I caressed them and then followed my hands with my mouth. I finally found my way to one of her nipples and began rolling it around with my tongue. She moaned as I started sucking on them. A shudder shook her frame, and she gasped, “You just made me cum!”

It was all I could do to contain my own orgasm. My wife started grabbing at my pants to get at my dick, but I told her that it was way too early for that. I had to wait, or this would all be over far too soon!

I lowered her back on the bed and began to lightly touch her pussy through her panties. The area around her swollen lips was soaking wet from her cum. As I massaged her clit and lips through her soft panties, she moaned, then begged me to take off her panties and put my dick inside her. I refused once again and continued to pleasure her. Finally, I did remove her panties but only to gain direct access to her beautiful swollen love hole. I took the time to admire the beauty of her womanhood as I kneaded her lips with my fingers.

I went in to check on the bathwater, and the tub was full, so I turned the water off. As I left the bathroom, I brought a towel back with me. I had my wife raise up so that I could place it below her to keep the bed from getting soaked. I then started working on that beautiful, wet vagina of hers. I positioned myself by her side so that I could not only reach her pussy but suck on her nipples at the same time. I kissed her on the neck, and then intimately on the mouth, making love to her with my tongue first. We both moaned in ecstasy, and she said she wanted me to continue. I didn’t want to stop, so I continued to caress her pussy with my tongue until my body began to shake uncontrollably. Then, I lifted her legs and pushed my head into her love tunnel, sliding my whole member in to penetrate her. As I did, she began screaming, her body writhing in a frenzy of pleasure. She begged me to push deeper, and I obliged. As I pushed my way in, my orgasm hit me like a freight train, shaking my entire body. My wife responded with another wave of intense pleasure, her moans growing louder and more desperate. We continued to make love until we were both breathless and exhausted. By the end of the night, we were both lying in bed, covered in sweat and semen, completely satisfied.

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