Lost in the Stairwell's Heat (L)

The worn carpet of the rented flat felt cool beneath my skin as I watched the television, the flickering images of a particularly graphic love scene playing out on the screen. My wife, Sarah, leaned against me, her hand instinctively reaching for my penis, already hard and expectant. The kids were thankfully out with friends, leaving us alone in our small, cramped space. A silent understanding passed between us, a shared desire that simmered beneath the surface of our everyday lives.

“The kids aren’t around, and I want you to fuck me wildly,” she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation. The words hung in the air, a blatant invitation that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. Without hesitation, I nodded, a primal urge taking over.

Sarah quickly unbuttoned my pants, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft as she loosened my t-shirt. The warmth of her touch ignited a fire within me, and I leaned forward, pressing my cock against her face. Her hand immediately found its way down to my lap, fingers caressing my flesh with a possessive tenderness. “Oh, baby,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire, “that’s wonderful.”

With a swift movement, I pulled her backward by her hair, positioning myself sideways to begin a slow, deliberate flick-and-lick. The sensation was exquisite, her juices already flowing down her legs as I worked my way inside her. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and heat that made my heart race. “Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested, my voice barely a breath.

“Sure,” she replied, standing and dropping her dress entirely. She unfastened her bra, revealing her naked body beneath, a stark contrast to the familiar comfort of the lounge. As I started sucking on her nipple, my cock rested close to her pussy area, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. She began rubbing my pre-cum all over her bare stomach, the warmth spreading across her skin like liquid fire.

We moved slowly up the carpeted stairs, each step bringing us closer to the landing. Once there, she sat, opening her legs wide, preparing for the act. I took her in my hands, hoisting her gently and bringing her to my side. As I started sucking urgently on her pussy, she shuddered with her first orgasm, a wave of pure sensation washing over her body. We reversed positions, me sitting open-legged with my erection protruding. She began sucking me with great force, clinging to my cock with desperate abandon. I held back, letting her take control, enjoying the feeling of her body convulsing in pleasure.

As we continued our ascent, reaching the bedrooms at the top of the stairs, she lay down on the carpet, stretching out on her back. I inserted my erection into her gaping hole, and began to fuck her hard with her legs wrapped over my back. Despite the intimate act, I found myself unable to reach climax, continuing the forceful thrusts as if driven by an unseen force.

Then, we switched positions again. My wife went onto all fours over me, and I inserted my erection from underneath into her puss. I pumped upward as hard as I could, giving her another shaking orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she shrieked, her voice filled with a desperate plea.

I did something that always pleased her, and that she loved most of all. I put her on her back once more, maneuvering my cock over her face and into her open mouth. She sucked as I gently fucked her mouth, savoring every touch. Soon, I felt the inevitable release building within me. “Sixty-nine it’s going to be,” I announced, turning around and reinserting my cock into her mouth as I adjusted her puss to accommodate mine. She was wet as anything, but I sucked furiously, simultaneously thrusting with my hips. I felt her body tighten up, her muscles contracting in anticipation.

She gripped my cock hard, her nails digging into my flesh as she began oozing lady-cum and trembling. Her puss was so wet that my face was covered in sticky, tantalizing moisture. Simultaneously, she sucked me hard, and my load began to spurt. It was a generous amount, as I had been holding back for quite some time. I emptied my balls into her mouth, ensuring that every last drop of my thick semen was consumed.

We collapsed onto the carpet, exhausted but exhilarated. An hour or so passed before we realized that we were still locked in a puss-to-mouth position. We laughed, kissing each other's genitals, then turned right side around to embrace and say how much we enjoyed our shared experience.

Later that week, while the children were busy playing at the park, we found ourselves bored and restless. We slumped on the couch, turning on the television and watching the tube, hoping to find some entertainment. As we settled close to one another, my naughty wife started fondling my penis. First, she stroked it from outside my pants, then released my zipper and exposed my cock. It had grown in size since she had begun her ministrations. She leaned across my lap and gave me a generous head, her movements starting slowly and gradually increasing in momentum. The sensation was incredible, her skilled maneuvering perfectly stimulating my senses.

I was in an awkward position, but I managed to keep the crotch of her panty out of the way. My fingers were rolling a ring in her pussy. We both enjoyed our activities, savoring the taste of my pre-cum leaking onto her tongue and me sticking my fingers into her pussy and tasting them as I pulled them out.

Soon, she slipped off her panty, lifted her dress, and lay down on the floor on her back. By now, I had removed my pants, lowering myself onto the carpet beside her. I gradually positioned myself, allowing my cock to enter her wide-open cunt. We began a wild, passionate encounter, twisting and turning while kissing and sucking at each other's tongues. Then, we turned around to do a ‘69’ for a little while before I put her on all fours.

I pushed back into her as she cried out for more, her body begging for release. My intensity increased as I looked down at her beautiful anus, which was silently pleading for attention. But I skipped that for a while, as we didn’t have lube or a condom at the moment. Instead, I told her what I had planned to do to her later.

At that, she arched her back, raising her backside higher. I could see how swollen and dripping wet her cunt had become. I changed positions, flipping her onto her back and reinserting my erection to pound her pussy some more. “Now!” she yelled, as I felt her shudder. The sensation caused my balls to tighten up. As I pulled out, my first shot landed on her pussy mound and dripped onto her anus, though I didn’t notice it at the time. While still pulsing, I quickly turned around and inserted my cock into her mouth again. I wasn’t fast or accurate enough to avoid making a mess of her on the way, though. She had cum everywhere: in her mouth, lips, and face, with dribbles into her hair. What absolute fun we had! We both love our wild lovemaking. It doesn’t happen like this every day, but when it does, such beautiful memories are made. Thanks, MH writers, for bringing these lovely times to mind.

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