Morning Cleavage Rumpus

The lingering scent of lavender and vanilla still hung in the air, a ghostly reminder of the romp we’d just shared. Melodie, my beautiful, intelligent, and undeniably sexy wife, lay beside me, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was both comforting and intensely arousing. The memory of last night still pulsed through me, a potent cocktail of new sensations and familiar delights. It wasn't just a sexual encounter; it was an exploration, a dance between our bodies, each movement designed to ignite the other’s desire. As I turned to face her, the sight of her PJ top pushed down, revealing the generous curve of her cleavage, sent a shiver down my spine. She’d deliberately flaunted her beauty, a playful provocation that only served to heighten my anticipation. Her breasts, perfectly formed and exquisitely textured, seemed to beckon, promising pleasure and satisfaction.

I slid my hand beneath the fabric, the cool cotton brushing against her skin as I began my exploration. There was a tenderness in her reaction, a willingness to submit to my touch that was both unexpected and utterly intoxicating. She didn’t resist, not even a little, which was rare for her. It was a silent invitation, a clear signal that she was ready to indulge my every whim. With a gentle pull, I lifted her PJ top further, granting myself unrestricted access to her glorious assets. Immediately, my hand found the source of her pleasure – her nipples, hard and sensitive, begging for attention. I started with a slow, deliberate sucking, savoring the warmth and the throbbing sensation as she whimpered softly, “Thank you, thank you!” Her voice, laced with pleasure, fueled my own arousal. It was a rare moment of complete abandon, a surrender to the moment and to her exquisite beauty.

The urgency of the morning demanded action. Impatiently, I led the way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, where the dog awaited his morning walk. A quick brushing of my teeth followed, followed by a trip into her sanctuary, a room dominated by a plush purple open cup teddy bear. As we stood facing the mirror, I cupped her exposed breasts, feeling the firm swell of her muscles beneath my fingertips. Turning her slightly, I began my assault on her senses. My lips traced the delicate contours of her breasts, while my tongue explored the sensitive valleys of her nipples. It was a slow, sensual dance, a deliberate act of devotion. Her response was immediate and palpable, her body arching in anticipation.

She sat down, her hips gently pressing against mine, as I continued my exploration. I stroked her pussy and clit with varying degrees of intensity, each touch designed to elicit a powerful reaction. She was already saturated, her body slick with anticipation, making it easy for me to penetrate her pleasure. Taking a seat on the closed toilet, I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her close as I began the act of penetration. Her ample breasts swayed with each thrust, a visual reminder of her sensual power. It was a perfect moment, a blend of intimacy and raw desire.

Pulling out to take a shower and shave, I was momentarily startled by the realization that I didn’t want to wait. The heat of the moment was too compelling to resist. Skipping the shower and shave, I returned to the bedroom, eager to continue our exploration. We engaged in a passionate doggy style session, me standing and her kneeling on the edge of the bed. Her movements were fluid and graceful, each thrust accompanied by a sigh of pleasure. The view of her beautiful body, bent over in anticipation, was a constant source of stimulation. It was during this intimate encounter that I experienced an eruption of pleasure, a dizzying wave of sensation that left me breathless.

Laying down beside her on her right side, we embraced in a passionate kiss, our lips locking in a fervent embrace. Frenching, a technique that always sent shivers down my spine, was performed with abandon. Her tongue traced the contours of my lips, a playful invitation that only intensified my desire. Then, a bold new act – I licked her nips, savoring the taste of her succulent flesh. She returned the favor, her lips brushing against my glans, a tantalizing tease that left me craving more. She reached two fingers into her leaking pussy, a move that was both shocking and utterly captivating. She brought up our juices, a vibrant display of pleasure, which I eagerly licked off her nipples. And as if to push the boundaries even further, she spread her lips, exposing her clit, a sight that left me breathless with anticipation.

I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue, savoring the electric sensation as she held her labia open for me with two fingers. It was an experience unlike any other, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Then, we shifted to the X position, lying perpendicular to each other, her vibe pulsating against her clitoris as I thrust deep into her love tunnel. After a while, I moved to her left side, licked and flicked her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. We returned to the X position, where she contracted her Kegel muscles as I continued to thrust, experiencing a second wave of intense pleasure. It was a moment of shared ecstasy, a testament to our shared passion.

As the pleasure reached its peak, she arched her back, uttering a sexy, gasping whisper, "I’m coming!" Her words were a declaration of her own arousal, fueling my desire even further. She had a big orgasm, a powerful release that left her limp and breathless. I watched her with one eye as I: licked her nips, did tip on nip with me masturbating as my tip rubbed her closest nip, went back to her left side, licked and flicked her nipples some more, and returned to the X position. Her muscles tensed with each thrust, a sign of her intense pleasure.

Finally, I moved to her right side and boob, performing lips on her nip, then masturbating while she loved on my nip. It was a third wave of pleasure, a culmination of the morning’s sensual exploration. We cuddled together, finding comfort in each other’s arms. As I got up to shower and get ready for haircuts, I reflected on the extraordinary morning we'd just shared. It was truly a gift from the heavens, a reminder of the profound joy that comes from a deep and passionate connection. Melodie is a kind, beautiful, smart, and sexy wife, and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. She has multiple health problems and is on multiple medications with their many side effects. Sometimes we change what we are doing in a sex session due to pain, discomfort, breathing problems, or even temporary loss of erection. But we have learned to be patient and kind with each other. We're happy to still have a very active sex life together! I think that when I finally die, I’ll complain to the Lord about our multiple health challenges, but he’ll remind me that I got to be married to Melodie, and an awesome marriage with a kind, beautiful, smart, and sexy wife makes up for a lot of mortal trials. Then he’ll tell me to quit my complaining and be grateful!

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