Wild Hearts, Wet Secrets (L/A)

15 hours ago

“Honey, it’s your turn for a hot shower because I have worked all day on some really sexy plans for us tonight. You’ll never forget this night, I promise.”

The steam billowed around me, clinging to the plush white towels hanging on the rack, carrying the scent of lavender and pine. My husband, Mark, stood in the doorway, a playful smirk playing on his lips. He’d caught me completely off guard, this sudden declaration of a night of passion. It wasn’t like him to be so direct, so bold. Usually, our nights were filled with whispered suggestions and lingering glances, a slow build-up of anticipation. But tonight, he’d bypassed all subtlety, diving straight into the heart of the matter.

“Okay, anything you say, baby, anything you want,” he said, his voice low and husky. He reached out, his hand sliding under my towel, fingers tracing the curve of my thigh. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, a delicious thrill that ignited a fire within me. I arched into his touch, my body responding instinctively to his desire.

“Oh, I want it all,” I replied, my voice a breathless whisper. “You have no idea yet, so you better be ready to give me everything I want.”

His eyes darkened with understanding, a knowing glint reflecting in their depths. He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The scent of his skin, a blend of musk and sandalwood, filled my senses, intoxicating me. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my neck, sending another wave of heat through my body. It wasn’t just physical pleasure; there was something deeper here, a connection forged in shared desire and unspoken promises.

Though stunned by his sudden boldness, I found myself completely captivated. He showed his approval with a french kiss, a slow, deliberate exploration of my lips, before placing his hand firmly beneath my towel, continuing to tease and tantalize. I was wet, but not from the shower. His finger rubbed my clit, a hot, insistent pressure that made me gasp. I wanted more – I wanted his hard cock thrust deep inside me, but I wasn’t going to surrender my control just yet.

After he came out of the shower, I was wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts, a pale blue cotton that clung to my curves. I grabbed a clean towel and began to dry his body, running my hands over his face, hair, and upper body. Oh, his body looked so fit, so kissable – so many tasty parts! The muscles of his back and shoulders were sculpted by years of weightlifting, each contour a testament to his dedication. The heat radiating from his skin was palpable, drawing me closer.

Then, on my knees, I began to dry his legs, buns, and his hard shaft, which had now grown to a full erection. He was breathing harder, his penis pulsing as it engorged. As I stroked his meat, I looked up at him and kissed the head, tasting the sweet pre-cum on the tip. Mmmm. Then, I ran circles around the head with my tongue, savoring the sensation. It was a primal, instinctual act, a connection between our bodies that transcended words.

My husband moaned with delight, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my core. I could feel my flower getting moist, a sign of the pleasure building within me. I reached under to my pussy and put a finger inside myself as I took more of his swollen cock in my mouth. I loved the texture of the head, the warmth in my mouth, and his taste. It was an exquisite sensation, a blend of sweet and salty, raw and intense.

He put his hands on my face as I sucked lovingly, feeling the warmth of his touch against my skin. He could see between my thighs as I fingered myself, lost in the rhythm of our intertwined movements. I knew he wanted me so badly! The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious torture that only intensified my desire.

I didn’t deep-throat his cock because that was a gift for later. For now, I wanted to make him cum quickly as a prelude to our night so that he could last longer. I shifted my weight, guiding his erect member closer to my waiting lips. The pressure increased, building a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.

And there it came, his white jizz shooting out, a torrent of thick, warm fluid that filled my mouth and ran down my chin. As he came, I caught it in the towel, savoring the feel of his release against my skin. Yeah, I could have swallowed, but that would be for later, too, an addition to our upcoming passion. But I did rub my wet fingers on his lips, then kissed him, whispering, “You’re just getting a taste of what’s going to happen in a little while, honey. Let’s get dressed for tonight’s sexcapade.”

I’d laid out our clothes. The temps were mild for June, but I wanted him to wear his new beltless loose-fitting shorts with no underwear so he’d be easily “available.” A white button-up shirt set off his tan body, looking so good that it invited my kisses. A pair of sandals completed the outfit.

I know what my husband likes and how to excite him visually. So I first put on my new black cotton panties—more on that later. Then, a new pastel summer dress contrasted with my smooth, tan skin. It had a zip-up front that exposed my firm cleavage and fell about six inches above my knees, so it showed off my athletic legs! Next, I pulled my hair back behind my ears so it wouldn’t interfere with sucking him. And to show off my pretty feet, I put on my new black strappy sandals with white ankle socks trimmed in purple. Looking sexy, girl! After a dab of perfume in the right places, I was ready to be ravished.

“Okay, babe,” I said, “let’s take my van. I have everything we need for our sexcapade. You drive.”

We headed to a safe, secluded overlook on my friend’s property. She and her husband had gone out of town overnight, and she invited us to take advantage of this beautiful, romantic spot. (Actually, it’s where they go so that their teen doesn’t hear her climaxes.) As my husband drove, I made a point of slyly sliding my hem higher, revealing more of my tanned legs. I know he likes to see them, and he definitely noticed. I shifted towards him and pulled my knees up. Oh, yeah, he got the message.

Hubby reached over the console and put his warm hand on my knee. I moved my leg so my thighs opened slightly, knowing he craved more. He complimented my smooth skin, firm thighs, and my choice of panties.

But no, buddy, you’ll have to wait to enjoy more of my body, ha-ha. It was only a few more miles to our passion location, but just thinking about his dick inside me was making me wet!

Fifteen minutes later, we turned down my friends’ driveway and then down a dirt side road for a quarter mile. Then we drove uphill for several hundred feet past pine trees to the overlook my best friend calls “Pleasure Overlook.” Oh my gosh, it was so romantic there—the rolling hills, birds singing, and nature inviting us to get ready to throw off all our inhibitions. That was my plan, anyway, because anything goes tonight!

It felt almost cool up here as dusk approached—no need for A/C. We simply rolled the windows down, opened the sliding door to listen to nature serenade us, and enjoyed the atmosphere.

“Let’s look at the view in front of the van, honey,” I suggested.

Holding hands as we watched the sunset, I unbuttoned his shirt and softly caressed his torso. Then I kissed him, darting my tongue in and around his mouth. He tasted so good! Finally, his fingers got to slip down into my panties—mmmm, nice—as I moaned at his talented touch.

Before long, he pushed me up against the van and fingered my clit. “Get this, baby. I love you more than anything. But besides that, I desire you, maybe more than any man ever desired a woman. I want to fulfill every desire, every fantasy short of sharing you with another man. Let’s go overboard! We’ll get wild… experiment… talk dirty… moan, cum, scream with pleasure. It excites me to think you’ll lose all inhibitions and fuck like crazy. And if something is a one-time deal, okay. We can eliminate anything you don’t like from our repertoire, but don’t hold anything back.”

Oh, God, I love my husband! I wanted him SO bad! My breathing became more rapid, my heart pounded, and he could tell how hungry I was for him.

He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the sliding door. As I stepped in, I knew he could see up my dress and loved the view!

Leaving the sliding door open, he climbed inside and was greeted by my kisses. I sat sideways on his lap, my ass caressing his crotch. Passionately, I devoured his mouth and tongue, anticipating his kisses over every part of my tanned body.

He unfastened my summer dress, revealing black panties moist with my juices. Then, pushing my legs slightly apart, he touched my inner thighs and made me shiver expectantly.

“Oh, honey, it feels so good,” I said. “Don’t stop!”

My husband started gently rubbing my clit, making me moan with desire. It felt so freakin’ good! As he worked my clit a little more, I started subconsciously rotating my hips and pressing against his fingers. Finally, he slid his hand down my panties, pushed the crotch aside, and put two fingers into my pussy. I couldn’t hold back the moans and got very wet, enjoying his massage on my pussy.

He put his hands on my face as I sucked lovingly. He could see between my thighs as I fingered myself. I knew he wanted me so badly!

I didn’t deep-throat his dick because that was a gift for later. For now, I wanted to make him cum quickly as a prelude to our night so that he could last longer.

And there it came, his white jizz shooting out. As he came, I caught it in the towel. Yeah, I could have swallowed, but that would be for later, too, an addition to our upcoming passion. But I did rub my wet fingers on his lips, then kissed him, whispering, “You’re just getting a taste of what’s going to happen in a little while, honey. Let’s get dressed for tonight’s sexcapade.”

“Okay, babe,” I said, “let’s take my van. I have everything we need for our sexcapade. You drive.”

But no, buddy, you’ll have to wait to enjoy more of my body, ha-ha. It was only a few more miles to our passion location, but just thinking about his dick inside me was making me wet!

It felt almost cool up here as dusk approached—no need for A/C. We simply rolled the windows down, opened the sliding door to listen to nature serenade us, and enjoyed the atmosphere.

“Let’s look at the view in front of the van, honey,” I suggested.

Oh, God, I love my husband! I wanted him SO bad! My breathing became more rapid, my heart pounded, and he could tell how hungry I was for him.

He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the sliding door. As I stepped in, I knew he could see up my dress and loved the view!

He unfastened my summer dress, revealing black panties moist with my juices. Then, pushing my legs slightly apart, he touched my inner thighs and made me shiver expectantly.

“Oh, honey, it feels so good,” I said. “Don’t stop!”

He put his hands on my face as I sucked lovingly. He could see between my thighs as I fingered myself. I knew he wanted me so badly!

I didn’t deep-throat his dick because that was a gift for later. For now, I wanted to make him cum quickly as a prelude to our night so that he could last longer.

“Okay, babe,” I said, “let’s take my van. I have everything we need for our sexcapade. You drive.”

But no, buddy, you’ll have to wait to enjoy more of my body, ha-ha. It was only a few more miles to our passion location, but just thinking about his dick inside me was making me wet!

Did you like this story? Wild Hearts, Wet Secrets (L/A) look, but like these, here Sex stories.