Vintage Vice: Anne's Sweet Release

The relentless pressure of my schedule had left me depleted, devoid of moments to savor the captivating image of Anne’s trim, naked form. Ten days had passed since my last glimpse of her, and the absence of such visual stimulation gnawed at my senses. Yet, I was blessed to be married to this ageless beauty, a 70-year-young woman who held a special place in my heart. The past week and a half had been a relentless cycle of work and obligations, leaving me with no respite to indulge in fantasies of her alluring physique. The opportunity to imagine her perky tits, hard with arousal, their nipples yearning for attention, had been denied to me. Similarly, the image of her marvelous mons atop her erect clit, enhanced by her slender fingers and Juicy Love nail polish, remained elusive. Even the thought of her labia opening like a fragrant, intricate pink-flushed flower, dripping its nectar onto her rosebud asshole, had escaped my grasp. Picturing her dreamy, creamy cum on her manicured fingers guaranteed a massive cum shot release at my own pleasure during solo masturbation, but that release had been denied for ten agonizing days! It was a cruel twist of fate that left me longing for the simple pleasure of a solo climax.

As I drove home, my thoughts inevitably turned to Anne’s absence. I wondered if she had filled the void left by my absence with her own horny fantasies, perhaps indulging in a passionate encounter while I was away. Did she reach her orgasmic mountain top, her voice echoing with primal cries of pleasure, “Oh, baby, make me cum, make me cum…” The mere thought of Anne’s self-pleasure ignited a fire within me, causing my position in the car seat to shift as my cock stiffened with anticipation. It desperately sought release, a desperate plea for relief from the pent-up tension.

Suddenly, a wave of reality washed over me as I recalled the impending arrival of our family guests. The prospect of enduring their company while suppressing my desires was a daunting one. My cock, once robust, now deflated to the size of a long pea pod, a pathetic display of my thwarted urges. The thought of maintaining a facade of restraint in front of our loved ones was unbearable.

Upon entering our home, Anne greeted me with a warm, urgent kiss, her perfect breasts pressing against my chest, her slightly rounded stomach a familiar comfort. The scent of her fragrance filled the air, instantly reviving my spirits and restoring my cock to a semblance of its former glory. It never ceased to amaze me how Anne consistently delighted me, her touch a constant source of pleasure.

However, the joy of reunion was short-lived as I realized the constraints of our situation. Mutually cumming together would have to wait, a postponement of intimacy that only amplified my longing for release. A silent prayer escaped my lips, expressing gratitude for our shared life and the joys it brought us. “Thanks, Lord, for making Anne and me one and for the joy of our lives lived as one—relationally, spiritually, emotionally, and sexually. Amen!” Then I silently thanked Anne for her intentional sexual seduction ten days before, knowing she had intentionally prolonged my suffering to savor the anticipation.

We spent the evening catching up, reminiscing over cherished memories, and discussing upcoming challenges before settling down for the night. As Anne prepared for her evening bath, her beauty and the shape of her lovely body, marked by the scars of childbirth, once again ignited my passions. Her demure smile, revealing pearly white teeth, conveyed a playful invitation, hinting at the sensual experience to come. As she slid into the fragrant warmth of her bubble bath, her movements captivated my attention.

Meanwhile, I sought refuge in the solitude of my office, catching up on emails and indulging in MarriageHeat stories and comments. The erotic tales provided a welcome distraction, stoking my horny mind and preparing me for the inevitable reunion with my beloved. The thought of Anne's pleasure, the feel of her hot pussy juices, and her seductive voice whispering in my ear, “Let me jack you off, honey,” sent shivers down my spine.

Determined to exercise self-control, I closed my iPad and headed to our bedroom, determined to resist the urge for immediate gratification. Upon entering, I found Anne fast asleep, a testament to the power of her sleep and the effectiveness of her charm. The sight of her peaceful slumber was both comforting and frustrating, as it reinforced the need for a more pressing solution.

After flossing and brushing my teeth, I took one final pee and slipped into my comfortable sleeping shorts. Then, noisily and clumsily, I climbed into bed, intentionally stirring my Anne while feigning exhaustion. Holding my breath to detect any signs of arousal, I heard the steady, soothing rhythm of her breathing, a comforting sound that lulled me into a restless sleep. The memories of our countless nights of intimate pleasure flooded my mind, each scene more intense than the last. My cock pulsed gently, rubbing against my cotton shorts and dabbling in the accumulating pre-cum on my abdomen. The anticipation of reunion grew with each passing moment.

Sleep remained elusive as my thoughts relentlessly returned to Anne’s captivating form. Mental recordings of our past encounters played on repeat, showcasing scenes of tenderness, urgency, and sheer lust. The desire for release intensified, pushing me closer to the brink of madness. My cock throbbed, a relentless reminder of my unfulfilled needs. Then, a desperate idea struck me.

Should I retreat to the master bath for a quick self-pleasure session, utilizing a Kegelex toy to expedite the process? The thought of experiencing a powerful orgasm without having to endure the awkwardness of a shared climax was undeniably appealing. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to indulge in this private pleasure, hoping to quell the mounting tension. As I exercised my pelvic floor muscles, a wave of ecstasy washed over me, providing temporary relief from my burning desire.

However, the experience proved fleeting, and my yearning for Anne’s touch intensified. The frustration mounted as I realized the futility of relying solely on self-gratification. The thought of her perky breasts, hard with arousal, their nipples begging for attention, consumed my thoughts. Even the image of her marvelous mons atop her erect clit, enhanced by her slender fingers, proved too tempting to resist.

Driven by an insatiable lust, I rolled onto my side, placing a pillow between my knees, determined to maintain my composure while simultaneously anticipating our eventual reunion. As I waited, my body continued to heat up, fueled by the anticipation of ultimate pleasure. I felt my arousal building, my senses heightened, and my mind racing with fantasies of our next intimate encounter. The moment of release was drawing near, and I couldn't wait to lose myself in the depths of our shared desire. My cock, now erect and eager, awaited its cue, ready to unleash a torrent of pleasure upon my waiting body. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but I knew that the moment would soon arrive, bringing with it the fulfillment of my deepest desires.

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