Teasing You, Now I'm Wet

My dearest husband,

It feels like an eternity since we’ve truly known each other, a chasm of longing carved between us by the relentless demands of daily life. That afternoon encounter was a brief respite, a desperate clinging to the embers of our passion. But it only served to intensify the ache, the yearning that has settled deep within my bones. Today, I’ve deliberately cultivated this torment, flaunting my barely-there underwear and the tantalizing strap-less dress, a silent invitation to the chaos you crave. I could see the tension radiating from you all morning, a visible tremor beneath your controlled exterior, and I reveled in your frustration, savoring every moment of your suppressed desire.

Now, I’m here, luxuriating in the warmth of our bed, still wet with the afterglow of a particularly intense session you gifted me with, remembering the exquisite gift you presented for my birthday – a night of opulent pleasure, a complete surrender to your whims. You’d planned to whisk me away, to lose me in a world of indulgence and unrestrained lust. The rather provocative black shirt, designed to ignite your primal instincts, the decadent satin robe that felt like liquid sin against my skin, and the intricate rope made of the same luxurious fabric – each item held the promise of a thrilling, forbidden encounter, a tangible representation of the fantasies swirling within my mind. But now, with the travel ban looming, those plans remain just that: fantasies. The one item that truly consumed my thoughts, however, was the small, elegant vibrator with the rabbit ears, residing discreetly in your drawer. Just the thought of its smooth, cool metal against my skin, the promise of intense stimulation, sent shivers of anticipation through my entire being. My lips were already damp with the anticipation, my muscles taut with readiness, knowing exactly what awaited me.

I awoke from a languid nap you so kindly provided, nestled against your warmth, the memory of countless orgasms you've orchestrated lingering in my mind. My body was swollen, heavy with the potent evidence of our shared passion, a testament to the deep connection we share. My legs felt leaden, an insistent pressure radiating from deep within, originating from the epicenter of my pleasure – my clitoris, hard and sensitive, begging for release. The thought of you, my beloved, brought a surge of heat that coursed through my veins, a primal fire fanned by the anticipation of your touch.

As you settled across the bed, the scent of your masculine presence enveloping me, I slowly pulled up my skirt, exposing my vulnerable form, eager to indulge in the pleasure you so desperately desired. I lay there, patiently awaiting your touch, my body trembling with barely contained excitement. The vibrator in your drawer, with its promise of intense, focused pleasure, seemed to throb in my imagination, urging me onward.

You began by gently running the head of the rabbit-ear vibrator along the outside of my lips, a tantalizing tease that ignited a delicious shiver down my spine. It felt as though you were tracing the outline of my desires, knowing exactly where to press, where to linger. Slowly, you drew it upwards, along the slit of my vulva, until it found its target: my clitoris. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of anticipation and release. My muscles tensed, my body responding instinctively to the escalating pleasure. I could feel the vibration intensifying, vibrating through my core, threatening to overwhelm me. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the inevitable climax.

As you brought the shaft of the vibrator closer, your hand wrapped around my wrist, holding me firmly in place, a silent command that both thrilled and terrified me. You leaned in, your breath warm against my skin, and began to stroke the shaft up and down, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built the tension to an unbearable degree. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the exquisite torture, lost in the anticipation of the impending release.

“Are you done yet?” you asked, your voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body. It was a polite inquiry, but I knew you were merely testing my resolve, prolonging the agony just for the pleasure of seeing me struggle. I hesitated, clinging to the edge of consciousness, savoring the last vestiges of anticipation. Then, with a sigh of resignation, I turned off the vibration, allowing my body to relax slightly.

You immediately seized the opportunity, pulling me closer and initiating a new course of action. The thought of your penetration sent a rush of heat through my body, an exhilarating mix of pleasure and pain. I arched my back, welcoming your touch, eager to experience the full force of your desire. As you began to thrust, my G-spot ignited, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body. My stomach muscles contracted involuntarily, while my nipples begged for attention. This was not a typical vaginal experience; this was something far more intense, more profound. The vibration of the shaft, combined with the stimulation of my G-spot, was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

You continued to thrust, your movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, as the climax drew nearer. The vibrations intensified, shaking my entire body, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. My mind raced, lost in the intoxicating sensation, unable to think of anything but the exquisite torment and the impending release. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the peak, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that shattered all boundaries. My entire body convulsed, my muscles clenching and releasing in a frenzied rhythm. I screamed, not in pain, but in utter ecstasy, letting go of all inhibitions and surrendering to the intensity of the moment.

As the final tremors subsided, I lay there, drenched in sweat, my body completely spent. You released my wrist, allowing me to catch my breath, then turned on the vibration again, this time focusing on my clitoris. The sensation was exquisite, a lingering reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, knowing that we would soon be back to our usual routines, but forever changed by the intensity of our shared experience.

With your hard, insistent cock wrapped around me, a perfect fit against my swollen form, you asked, “Are you done yet?” I shook my head, still buzzing with pleasure, unable to resist the temptation to prolong the experience. You knew I wouldn’t be ready, but you persisted, teasing me with the promise of more pleasure to come. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I succumbed, allowing you to continue your assault, relishing in the exquisite torture and the promise of ultimate release.

Achingly and dripping wet-ly waiting for tonight,

Your very horny wife

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