Morning After: Wild Tomorrow

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Last night had been a revelation, a searing return to a primal connection I’d almost forgotten. My wife, Elizabeth, had looked at me, really *seen* me, after our impromptu night of passion, and the reflection staring back was no longer the tired, preoccupied mom I’d become. It was a woman reborn, a woman utterly and unapologetically desired. And tonight, we were going to indulge.

I’d spent the day keeping a watchful eye on the kids, a carefully constructed facade of normalcy masking the simmering heat beneath my skin. As they drifted off to sleep, their innocent faces a stark contrast to the desires raging within me, I made my way downstairs. The scent of roses, a playful echo of last night’s arrangement, hung in the air. Elizabeth stood in the kitchen, bathed in the warm glow of the overhead light, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her eyes, dark and knowing, held a silent invitation.

“Do you want something to drink?” I asked, my voice a low rumble. “I got us something special for tonight.”

She glanced towards the table, where a small vase held a single, perfect red rose, and a bottle of chilled rosé wine sat beside it. “Earlier I saw it, so I know you did.”

“I was trying to surprise you,” I said, stepping closer, my hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. A kiss, soft and lingering, sealed the unspoken promise of the evening ahead. I took a sip of the wine, savoring the sweet, fruity notes, and then leaned in, claiming her cheek for a passionate kiss. My fingers traced the curve of her jawline, sending shivers down my spine.

“I know, I’m sorry, I was a bad girl,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I kissed her again, deeper this time, igniting a fire within me. We talked for a few minutes, the conversation meandering between shared memories and whispered fantasies, before I gently pulled away, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “So what’s next?” I asked, my voice laced with anticipation.

She turned slowly, her gaze sweeping over me with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. "Do you have your outfit on?"

With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached behind her and pulled out the white lace bra and panty set, the very same lingerie I’d seen laid out for her last night. The sight of it, still pristine and alluring, sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. She slipped it on, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating her feminine form. Then, with a playful smirk, she pulled down her pants, revealing her toned, pale legs. The lace peeked out from beneath her skin, a tantalizing invitation.

"Good," I said, my voice thick with desire. "Go upstairs and take your pants and shirt off. I’ll be up in a minute."

As I ascended the stairs, my senses heightened with each step, I could feel Elizabeth’s presence in the bedroom, radiating heat and anticipation. When I finally reached the bed, she was lying on her side, her body a masterpiece of curves and shadows. Her lingerie clung to her, a testament to her own self-awareness and our shared desire. It was breathtaking.

Sitting on my side of the bed, I looked at her, taking in every detail of her beauty. "Come on, lean over me, now," I urged, my voice a low murmur.

She obeyed, slowly sliding closer until her body rested against mine. “I’m going to spank you,” she said, her voice laced with both pleasure and control. “You need to understand how sexy you are to me. I will not tolerate you denying this anymore.”

Looking back at me, she added, “Have your way with me.”

I didn’t hesitate. The first strike landed on her lower back, a sharp, stinging sensation that sent shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. I continued, each spank more deliberate, more intense than the last. Her legs began to twitch involuntarily, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Your ass is amazing!” I exclaimed, pressing down harder on her gluteus maximus.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned back, her voice strained with pleasure. The next three spanks were equally intense, each one eliciting a louder, more desperate cry from her.

As I slowed down, she turned to face me fully, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. "When he finished spanking me, he told me to roll over, and we made out like we were teenagers again." She continued, "He quickly pulled my bra off and dug his face into my breasts. His big hands grasping my breasts felt so good, and eventually his tongue found its way to my nipples, and he loved on them."

A few minutes later, he placed his hands on her hips and worked his way down to her now wet panties. I felt his hot breath over her panties as he kissed her inner thighs. He pulled my panties back slowly and he was greeted with her newly shaven pussy.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said. He burrowed his tongue deep into my pussy. I had not felt my husband’s tongue down on me in so long, I missed this so much. The absolute pleasure of feeling his hot tongue slide up and down my mound, my clit throbbing, my hands gripping the bed sheets, was intense. My husband had to cover my mouth for a minute, I was moaning so loudly. He brought me to a powerful orgasm that I had not experienced in a long time.

“I need you to fuck me,” I said, my voice breathless.

After pulling my husband’s clothes off, he crawled on top of me, and guided his penis into me. He entered slowly, spreading my walls that had not experienced this in way too long. Picking up his pace rather quickly, we made up for months of being away from this gift. My husband tensed and uncontrollably moaned louder and louder until he pulled out and released his cum onto my big boobs. I looked at him and licked his cum off of me.

Cuddling in bed afterwards, we cried, having missed this so much. We were so happy and so in love. We both promised to be open with our sexual desires and sexual needs. This is one of our most beautiful sexual memories. The rain continued its relentless assault on the cabin walls, but inside, amidst the lingering scent of roses and the warmth of our bodies, we found a sanctuary, a refuge from the world, and a profound connection that transcended words. The night was far from over, and the possibilities felt endless.

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