Midnight Sofa Secrets

The insistent buzzing of my alarm ripped me from a fitful sleep at 4:00 AM. An anxiety attack, sharp and unwelcome, threatened to overwhelm me, but the comforting weight of Melody’s hand on my chest, combined with the rhythmic stroking of my service dog, calmed the rising panic. We drifted back into a deeper slumber, the tension slowly draining away.

By eight, I was awake again, reaching for my tablet and scrolling through the latest installment of MindHunter (MH). The story, "Her Sister" by KingdomMan, had just landed, and the lurid details immediately ignited a familiar heat within me. It was a deliciously depraved tale of a couple engaging in anal sex on a plush sofa, only to have their privacy shattered by an accidental intrusion.

Melody and I, in a mutual agreement, had long since abandoned the practice of anal play, but this particularly salacious story had stirred a powerful surge of desire within me for my wife. I knew this would make her even more susceptible to my advances.

After devouring the story, I dove into our private photo and video app, a trove of explicit content we'd meticulously curated over the years. The sight of Melody, her body glistening with arousal as she expertly manipulated her clitoris, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through me. I’d captured footage of her in action just a few weeks prior, meticulously studying her technique so I could replicate it later.

We were currently residing in a charming Air B&B, complete with a spacious, luxurious bedroom and a lavish bathroom. The king-sized bed, draped in soft, silky linens, seemed perfectly suited for the impromptu rendezvous I had in mind – an alternative to our usual scheduled intimacy before embarking on today’s family vacation.

I gently shook Melody awake, cupping her breasts and teasingly stimulating her hardening nipples. A gentle rub of her sore joints followed, and she returned the affection with eager hands. (Let’s be honest, the whole scene felt a little strange, a bit like an elderly couple indulging in some forbidden foreplay.)

As we massaged away the aches and pains accumulated from travel, I recounted the details of the MH story, erupting in shared laughter at the awkward intrusion of the sister and her husband during their illicit encounter. We both felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that the sister’s and her husband’s dry spell had finally ended that evening.

Then, with a boldness born of arousal, I broached the subject of our private media collection. I gushed over Melody's breathtaking beauty, emphasizing that she often failed to recognize her own allure. She rolled her eyes playfully, but then leaned in and bestowed a passionate, lingering kiss upon my lips.

With a shared understanding, we stripped down to our underwear, anticipating the usual non-intercourse day ritual – a vigorous clitoral stimulation session followed by a thorough exploration of my own pleasure. Melody, as always, expected me to lick her man-nips and vibrate her cock while she performed her rhythmic ministrations. I frequently incorporated some additional breast play during this process, a ritual we affectionately referred to as “fixing my problem.”

Lying beside her on the bed, Melody cupped one of her bare breasts, offering me a tantalizing feast of flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure that quickly escalated into a full-blown frenzy. I systematically explored every inch of her chest, savoring the softness of her skin and the heat radiating from her body.

“We aren’t doing this today,” she complained, but her body betrayed her desire, continuing to arch and writhe as I continued my exploration. She clearly wanted to indulge in the pleasure, despite her scheduled abstinence due to our usual three-day interval between full PIV sessions.

“Stroke your pussy,” I suggested, a sly grin playing on my lips.

“I don’t want to!” she protested, but her body moved in defiance of her words, mirroring the movements I had observed in our private video. I simultaneously increased the intensity of my own stimulation, pumping my cock with unrelenting force.

I maintained the “my lips on her nips” ministrations for a while longer, but eventually shifted my focus downward, descending to stroke her pussy with my hard cock. First, I found her outer lips, my finger tracing the sensitive folds and drawing forth a moan of pleasure. She was so wet, so exquisitely aroused! It was a clear sign of her readiness.

I carefully drew out a generous amount of her vaginal fluids, directing them towards her clitoris, mimicking the circular motion and South-to-North clit flicking that I had witnessed in our private video.

“You are REALLY wet!” I exclaimed, relishing in her visible pleasure.

“It’s Tommy’s fault!” she giggled, playfully blaming me for her heightened arousal. (By the way, I’m Tommy.)

Realizing the moment had arrived, I transitioned into our preferred cuissade position, finding myself at right angles to Melody, my erect penis perfectly aligned with her receptive opening.

“What are you doing?” she asked, but there was no surprise in her voice, only an anticipation of the pleasure to come.

“Going inside your beautiful pussy!” I replied, my voice thick with desire.

Without hesitation, she widened her legs and adjusted her position for a quickie. Usually, we use lube, but Melody’s pussy had become so aroused that it didn't require any additional lubrication.

I gently slid in, applying a slightly more forceful pressure than usual, as we did not use coconut oil this time. Then, I began to take her pussy with my hard cock, savoring the sensation of her sensitive tissues yielding beneath my touch.

We had experienced a particularly intense lovemaking session just two days prior in a hotel room (as detailed in my previous post, “3-Some or 4-Some”). Yet, despite this recent encounter, the pleasure we were experiencing now was even more intense. Clearly, Melody had become undeniably aroused despite her self-imposed restrictions.

I ramped up the pace, and she began to caress my cock with her Kegal muscles, her powerful thighs constricting and releasing around my member, causing waves of pleasure to wash over me. Soon, I unloaded my love cream into her love tunnel. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that left me breathless.

I may sometimes be prone to excessive desire when it comes to Melody's voluptuous body, but I assure you that if she had expressed any hesitation, I would have immediately ceased my advances.

In any case, I knew she had thoroughly enjoyed it. I knew that she didn't desire an orgasm today due to her back and leg pain, so I refrained from retrieving our vibrators. However, she assured me that the experience had been both stimulating and fulfilling. Sometimes, she allows me to penetrate her, and she never regrets the pleasure afterwards. But again, there are times when "no" truly means "no," and I can distinguish between genuine disinterest and a temporary reluctance.

Later that day, on our way to an excellent Mexican restaurant for dinner with family, I turned on the John Denver song “Sweet Surrender.” I expressed my gratitude to KingdomMan for initiating this unforgettable experience, and Melody smiled, then burst into laughter as she repeated her earlier sentiment: “It was fun!” I couldn’t be sure if I had pushed her just enough, but the joy radiating from her face was undeniably genuine.

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