Blind Submission's Sweet Surrender

The scent of lavender and coconut oil hung in the air, clinging to the plush velvet of our king-sized bed. It was a typical evening, filled with the quiet comfort of our shared space, yet tonight felt different, charged with an unspoken anticipation. My wife, Sarah, had been pushing herself during her workout, determined to maintain her fitness amidst the quarantine restrictions, and her suggestion for a simultaneous workout and intimate encounter had piqued my interest in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

As she finished her final set of stretches, her muscles glistening with sweat, she turned to me, a playful glint in her eyes. “Ready for a little post-exercise pleasure, handsome?” she asked, her voice husky with exertion. The invitation hung in the air, laced with a subtle challenge that sent shivers down my spine. Without hesitation, I nodded, my heart pounding against my ribs.

She began her stretches, her body a study in graceful power, each movement exposing more of her skin. I watched, captivated, as she extended her legs, her torso twisting, her body contorting into positions that showcased her curves in all their glory. With each stretch, she became more and more aroused, her breathing growing deeper and more rapid. My own anticipation grew with hers, the desire building within me like a coiled spring.

As she settled onto her right side, her left leg dangling over the edge of the bed, her pussy was once again exposed. It was an invitation I couldn’t resist. I knelt before her, my gaze locked on her wet, glistening entrance. The scent of her arousal intensified, blending with the aroma of the coconut oil, creating an intoxicating blend that overwhelmed my senses.

I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip, and gently lifted her leg, positioning it perfectly beneath me. Then, with a surge of adrenaline, I plunged my cock into her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her muscles tensed, responding to my touch, as I began to stroke slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of her. Simultaneously, I reached down to massage her breasts, applying pressure to her left buttock, pulling her tighter against me, deepening the sensation.

Her body arched in response, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her wetness intensified, spreading across her pussy and into her back entrance, creating a slippery, inviting surface. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a fusion of physical intimacy and sensual exploration.

Lost in the moment, I decided to take things a step further. My hand moved over to her wet back, dipping into the container of coconut oil beside the bed. With a swift movement, I scooped out a generous amount of the lubricant, applying it generously to her anus. The slickness was immediate, transforming her back entrance into a glistening invitation.

As I prepared to fulfill my desire, I felt a surge of excitement, a primal urge that demanded release. I pulled out my cock, drawing it taut, and moved it over to her back entrance, ensuring a perfect fit. I gently inserted my finger into her back crack, testing the depth and sensation, before sliding my entire cock into her, slowly and deliberately.

“Is it okay?” I asked, my voice a low murmur, eager to gauge her response.

“Yes, feels fine so far,” she replied, her voice breathless, her eyes locked on mine.

I wasn’t about to rush things, eager to savor every moment of this unique experience. I continued stroking in and out, deepening the penetration, allowing her body to respond fully to my touch. The pleasure was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that heightened my senses and intensified my desires.

As I continued to explore her, I noticed a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. It was a sign that she was questioning my intentions, that she wasn't entirely comfortable with the intensity of my advances. But I refused to back down, determined to push the boundaries of our intimacy, to explore the depths of her pleasure.

I pulled out, replacing my condom with a fresh one, then moved back between her legs and into her pussy once again. The feeling was even more intense now, the combination of her arousal and my own anticipation creating a potent force.

As we reached the brink of orgasm, we talked about what we had done, sharing our thoughts and feelings in hushed whispers. She confessed to feeling a little nervous at first, but that the experience had exceeded her expectations. It was clear that she had come to embrace this new dimension of our intimacy, finding pleasure in the shared exploration of our bodies.

Together, we ramped up our intensity, pushing ourselves closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. The air crackled with electricity, the tension between us palpable. Finally, we surrendered to the inevitable, our bodies merging in a passionate embrace, lost in the depths of our shared desire.

As we finally released, a wave of euphoria washed over us, a feeling of complete satisfaction and connection. The scent of lavender and coconut oil lingered in the air, a reminder of the unique and unforgettable experience we had just shared.

Looking back, I realize that my initial hesitation about anal sex has completely vanished. This encounter has opened up a new avenue of intimacy, one that has strengthened our connection and enhanced our pleasure. It's a testament to the power of communication, trust, and a willingness to explore the unknown. And as I lie here beside my wife, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, I can’t help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of our journey into the depths of pleasure.

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