Lavender Dreams & Second Chances

The scent of lavender hung heavy in the air, a bizarre counterpoint to the lingering heat of our recent passion. Two nights. Two nights of relentless, unbridled pleasure, a frenzied dance of lust that left me both exhilarated and utterly drained. Now, as I packed the last of our belongings into the truck bed, a strange mix of satisfaction and anticipation coiled in my gut. Mary Beth, my beautiful, demanding wife, lay languidly in the clawfoot tub, the water a pale reflection of her pale skin. The steam still clung to the air, clinging to the lingering scent of her perfume, a potent reminder of what we’d done.

She’d pleaded for rest, a soft, sleepy voice grumbling about being unable to go on again. But I knew better. The hunger, the need, it wouldn’t simply vanish. Scooping her up into my arms, I carried her through the bathroom, the weight of her body a comforting pressure against my chest. The water swirled around her, lifting her breasts in slow, languid arcs. I watched, savoring the sight, as the heat rose from her body, painting the air with a primal energy. A slow smile spread across my face. “We’ll just see about that,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble against her ear.

I set her gently down in the water, allowing her a brief respite before unleashing the torrent once more. My cock, already thick and swollen from the previous nights, began to harden, anticipating the pleasure to come. I settled onto the bamboo tray stretched across the tub's edge, feeling the smooth wood beneath me, a stark contrast to the raw anticipation building within me. My gaze remained fixed on her, observing every twitch, every subtle shift in her posture.

“Does that thing ever go down?” she asked, her voice laced with playful teasing.

“I don’t think it ever will with you around,” I replied, my voice low and husky.

She moaned, a delicate sound that sent shivers down my spine. “What can I do to help?”

“Relax,” I instructed, my eyes never leaving her form. “Let me take care of it this time.” As if on cue, she reached out, her fingers brushing against my erection. “It’s my duty to take care of you whenever you’re in need.”

I took her hand in mine, my thumb tracing the delicate curve of her wrist. “You are taking care of me just by watching, baby. Rub your tits and play with your nipples; that’ll be nice to watch.” Her reluctance was palpable, a flicker of resistance beneath her yielding exterior. Yet, as she reluctantly squeezed and pinched her nipples and breasts as I’d requested, moans of pleasure escaped her lips. “My nipples hurt,” she whimpered, her voice a breathless plea.

“Don’t pinch and rub too hard,” I advised, my voice a soothing balm. “Just enough that the pain and pleasure meld together.” The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torment that fueled my desire even further. Soon, she was lost in the throes of sensation, moaning and writhing as she worked her breasts gingerly. “Mmmm, this is so wrong; we shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“Everything we do together is right, baby. Don’t stop. To give ourselves fully to each other, we must be able to love and enjoy ourselves.” I reached for the warmed bottle of lavender oil, its fragrant steam swirling around us. Drizzling the oil over her breasts, I watched as it pooled in the dips and valleys, clinging to her skin. Then, dripping some onto my throbbing cock, I intensified the heat, feeling the slickness spread across my flesh.

I admired her slow, deliberate submission, her willingness to surrender to the pleasure she craved. I’d identified her boundaries – the hesitation with oral sex, the insistence on the missionary position – but I knew they were merely temporary obstacles. With patience and persistence, I would eventually satisfy her every whim, pushing her beyond her wildest dreams.

She moaned and wiggled, her body arching in response to the escalating pleasure. “Does it feel good?” I asked, my voice a low murmur against her ear.

“Yesss,” she replied, her voice thick with desire.

“Does it make your pussy tingle?”

“MMMMMM, YEssssss.”

“Please rub your clit.” Her eyes flew open, a desperate plea in their depths. “It’s okay, baby. Just touch yourself the way I touch you down there.” Slowly, tentatively, one of her hands slipped beneath the water, circling her clitoris with increasing speed and intensity. After a moment, she let out a strangled moan, a desperate release of pent-up tension. The burst of pleasure, though brief, was a potent reminder of the depths of her desire.

“No, baby, keep rubbing,” I instructed, my voice firm but gentle. “I want you to cum again with me.” As I increased my pace, building the pressure, she began to work her breasts and clitoris once more, her movements frantic and desperate. Finally, she gasped, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy. “Oh, Benjamin, I’m… I’m cummmmming!” she shrieked, splashing the water in a frenzied dance. I slowed my movements, savoring the moment, as she plunged deep into orgasmic bliss. The scent of lavender mingled with her sweat, creating an intoxicating aroma.

Once her breathing slowed, I told her, “Look at me. Watch.” Her eyes locked on my cock, a silent invitation hanging in the air. She slowly lifted her tits out of the water, allowing me to slide forward until my erection rested over her tits. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she wrapped her tits around my cock, squeezing them tight. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of power and submission.

She looked nervous, hesitant, but I knew she was enjoying herself, pushing past her inhibitions, surrendering to the pleasure she craved. “It’s okay, baby. Trust me. We’re learning and experiencing.” I took her hand in mine, pulling her closer as I began to move smoothly between her breasts, my movements deliberate and controlled. “Look into my eyes, love. I’m going to cum… Ooohhhh, baby…” The first jet filled the valley of her cleavage, a torrent of pleasure that overwhelmed her senses. With my forward thrust, the second blasted the underside of her chin and dripped down her neck. She jerked back in surprise, the tiny burst of pleasure barely scratching the surface of her overwhelming desire. The third and fourth slower ropes frosted the bobbing pillows, each a testament to the intensity of our shared pleasure.

“Oooohhhhh, baby, yeeeesssss,” I exclaimed as I decorated her. “You’re amazing.” After a moment of rest, I awkwardly scooted off the end of the tub and stood beside her, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. The first load of my cum to touch her elsewhere than inside her pussy looked so lovely, glistening in the light. I leaned down and rubbed it all over her neck and tits, then my lips found hers.

When I drew back, she looked at me with tears welling in her eyes, a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability on her face. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, my voice filled with concern.

“You’ve laid your seed outside of my body,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “Isn’t it wrong to waste it? Don’t you want me to carry your child?”

“My love, as I told you before, God will grant us a child on his terms. He’ll let us know when the time has come. But, for now, we can fully express our love to one another and experience each other in every way, submitting our sexual desires to each other.” I kissed away her tears, my lips lingering on her cheek. Then, I quickly bathed her, washing away the remnants of our passion, and helped her carefully over the tub's edge and to the bathmat. I wrapped her in one of the luxurious bath sheets, the soft cotton a comforting contrast to the heat of her body. As she dried, I grabbed the yellow lace shelf bra and floral print dress I’d set aside. The scoop of the neckline exposed the tops of her breasts beautifully, and through the pattern of blooms, I could just make out her hard nipples poking against the fabric.

As I brushed out her long blond hair at the vanity, I noticed her staring at our reflection, sighing deeply. “Are you okay, baby?” I asked, my voice filled with genuine concern.

“Yes, my love,” she replied, her voice soft and sincere. “I am just admiring how much you love me and take care of me.”

Did you like this story? Lavender Dreams & Second Chances look, but like these, here Mother sex stories.