Morning Rush, Wet Dreams, New Home

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of their new home, painting stripes of light across the plush white duvet. Anne stirred, a lingering warmth clinging to her from the romantic dream she’d just experienced – a shared shower with Ron, a primal connection that left her both breathless and slightly embarrassed. Suddenly, the insistent call of nature pierced through the remnants of the dream, a desperate need to relieve the pressure building within her. The image of running water flashed in her mind, threatening to turn into an unwanted accident, so she scrambled out of bed with a swift, determined urgency. Holding her delicate silk gown between her legs, she dashed towards the bathroom, but not quite in time. A small, hesitant leak found its way onto the nightgown beneath her, a minor consequence that felt strangely satisfying in its vulnerability.

She quickly stripped off the gown, tossing it carelessly into the hamper of dirty laundry, and hurried back to the bedroom, seeking another garment for her morning ritual. Through the wide-open back door, she spotted Ron, bathed in the golden light, sitting by the fire pit in his boxer shorts, sipping coffee from a ceramic mug. A wave of anticipation washed over her, a delicious blend of desire and playful mischief. She moved towards the drawer filled with her lingerie, her fingers brushing against the soft silk of a shorty nightgown, a piece she'd occasionally worn as a cheeky, sensual alternative to her usual gowns. It was a bold choice, one that hinted at a playful invitation, and she decided to go with it.

Before heading out to join her husband, she paused, captivated by her reflection in the full-length mirror. The shorty nightgown clung to her curves, emphasizing her ample cleavage and the tantalizing curve of her hips. The thin fabric showcased her dark, luscious nipples, which peeked through the white material, daringly exposed. As she raised her arms, her breasts threatened to spill out from the bottom of the shirttail, a provocative display she found utterly irresistible. The loose-fitting shirt also featured large armholes, which she knew would allow her breasts to peek out even further as she moved. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she imagined Ron's reaction to this unexpected surprise.

Ron’s head snapped up as the back door swung open, and a wide, genuine grin spread across his face. Without hesitation, he rose from his lounge chair, his eyes locked on her, and rushed towards her, pulling her into a passionate embrace. As he held her close, his hands instinctively slid through the large armholes of the shirt, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent shivers down her spine. He held her naked back against his chest, feeling the warmth of her teats against his skin, a thrilling sensation that ignited his senses. With a possessive grip, he pulled her closer, guiding her pussy against his rapidly forming erection, the anticipation building with each passing second. He held her suspended in his arms, savoring the moment, until she gently pushed him away, needing a moment to compose herself and pour a cup of coffee.

As she stepped over to the fire pit, Ron watched her, his gaze lingering on her every movement. The athletic shirt wasn't quite long enough to function as a proper nightgown, and as she bent over to pour herself a cup from the pot on the fire, it rose halfway up her body, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her cheeks and the curve of her hips. Even when she sat down in one of the chairs, her legs crossed, a small tuft of curly brown hair peeked out from between her legs, a playful display that she couldn’t resist.

They talked for a while, enjoying the privacy of their secluded backyard, lost in a world of shared laughter and comfortable intimacy. As she gestured animatedly during the conversation, a nipple escaped from one of the shirt armholes – not entirely by accident. She pretended not to notice for a few moments, feigning nonchalance, before discreetly tucking the errant teat back under the shirt, a subtle reminder of her power.

Finally, the coffee was finished, and the conversation began to wind down. Sitting in the chair, Ron reached over and gently took her hand. She allowed him to rest it on her thigh for a few moments, feeling the warmth of his touch, before picking it up and directing his hand through the armhole, running his palm along her bare teat. She watched as he massaged it, feeling its suppleness, a silent invitation to pleasure. Anne closed her eyes, leaning back into his embrace, surrendering to the moment.

Then she rose and stretched, raising her arms high in the air. The athletic shirt rose up, revealing her entire body – the delicate curve of her breasts, the smooth expanse of her back, and the tantalizing tease of her bare legs. She knew exactly what he would see, and she didn’t care. She wanted to witness the familiar, delighted grin that always appeared on his face when he looked at her in her most vulnerable state. She held his gaze for a few moments, savoring his reaction before tossing the shirt over her head and letting it fall to the ground.

The bulge in Ron’s undershorts was having the same effect on her as her nakedness was having on him. She began to sense a warm, slippery lubricant seeping from her vagina, a clear sign that her body was responding to his touch. With a playful smile, she took a couple of steps closer, and when she got within arm's reach, Ron reached out and caught the sides of her hips, pulling her close enough to kiss her feminine lips.

The taste and scent of her pussy reminded him of a freshly planted field, rich and fertile, brimming with potential. He thought of the passage in Song of Songs referring to Solomon’s wife as having lips dropping the sweetness of the honeycomb; her fragrance like the fragrance of Lebanon; and her garden like an orchard of choice fruits.

His tongue slowly began massaging her lips, paying special attention to her clitoris, which responded with a tiny, involuntary erection. As he tasted her lips, she began breathing heavily, her legs trembling with anticipation. Then Anne took a deep breath, let out a low groan, and succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, her female fluids squirting onto Ron’s chin and running down his chest. He could feel each contraction, each release, each wave of intense pleasure as he held her clitoris in his mouth. As her legs became wobbly, he supported her by holding her cheeks, keeping her from falling, lost in the intoxicating sensation. On the final, most powerful contraction, her legs gave way completely, and she straddled his knees as she relaxed into his lap.

When her strength returned, she rose and gently tugged on the legs of his boxers, and Ron raised his hips, allowing her to pull them off. She then turned her back, sitting once again in his lap, guiding his erection as it easily slid into her vagina. With his support, she moved up and down on his shaft, feeling his muscles tense and contract beneath her touch. She began to squeeze him using the Kegel exercise she’d learned so many years ago in childbirth classes, a rhythmic pressure that intensified the pleasure. As she squeezed, he found it harder and harder to resist the urge to cum.

Finally, Ron could no longer hold back, and he pushed his erection as deep inside her as it would go. Releasing her hips, he reached around from the back to hold a teat in each hand. With a groan of pure ecstasy, he began to ejaculate, releasing a torrent of semen into her receptive depths. Anne squeezed his erection again and again, delighting in the intake of breath each squeeze drew from him and the sheer joy of being filled with his cum.

As the last drops of pleasure subsided, they both lay still, exhausted but utterly content, lost in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. She leaned back against his chest, savoring the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Smiling to herself, she realized that she was a fortunate woman, blessed with a husband who understood and appreciated her desires, allowing her to experience the uninhibited pleasure of being desired. The morning sun continued to stream through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over their intimate sanctuary, a perfect ending to a perfect moment.

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