Empty Nests & Burning Desires (L)

The scent of Orlando still clung to me, a phantom warmth against the chill of the airplane cabin. Aaron Watson’s “That Look” pulsed from my phone, a soundtrack to the anticipation that had been building for days. Finally, after a week immersed in the sweaty chaos of the convention, I was headed home, back to my beautiful bride of thirty-two years. Our sex life had found a new rhythm, a delicious freedom after the kids had flown the nest. The separation had been agonizing, each phone call a desperate plea for connection, each conversation a frantic scramble to catch up on the stolen moments.

As the plane descended, the familiar landscape of Texas unfolded beneath me, a welcome sight that sent a shiver of excitement through my veins. I knew I had a lot to look forward to, and the thought alone was enough to make my pulse quicken. I decided to capture the feeling, the longing, the sheer joy of returning home, and pen a little story for her, a testament to the fiery passion that still burned between us. It was a little piece of my heart, a promise of the pleasure to come.

When I finally pushed open the door to our kitchen, the first thing I saw was her, radiating a heat that instantly erased the travel fatigue. A wet, desperate kiss exploded onto my lips, a welcome assault of warmth and scent. It was exactly as I’d envisioned, a primal greeting that bypassed all rational thought. Driven by the intensity of that initial contact, I couldn’t resist reaching for her. The shirt, a simple cotton number, slipped from her shoulders, revealing the lacy thong she knew could send me spiraling. It was a visual cue, a silent invitation to indulge in the desires that simmered beneath the surface.

My hands moved instinctively, driven by an overwhelming need to make up for the lost time. I took one hand and spun her around, reveling in the way her body shifted and curved under my touch. Then, I gently but firmly positioned her over the kitchen counter stool, her back arched against the cool surface. This wasn’t just about pleasure; it was about claiming her, about reaffirming our connection in the most intimate way possible. The air crackled with unspoken needs, with the promise of an evening of unrestrained passion.

My hands eagerly began their work, exploring every inch of her body with a reverence born of longing. I ran one hand over her nipples, the delicate sensitivity a sharp contrast to the raw heat building within me. Simultaneously, my other hand traced the line of her wet pussy, each caress a silent acknowledgment of her beauty, her power. The anticipation was almost unbearable. It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of minutes before we would descend into the depths of our shared desires.

As her body responded to my touch, a glistening stream of pleasure began to flow from her pussy. She turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. With a commanding gesture, she demanded that I lick every drop of that golden nectar from my fingers. Before complying, I took a moment to savor the sensation, to appreciate the sheer intensity of her arousal. Then, I shifted my focus to her “Grand Tetons,” sucking deeply into each sensitive mound, teasing her until she begged for more.

Kneeling down, I began a slow, deliberate exploration, my tongue tracing the contours of her wetness. From her inner thigh to her pussy, I meticulously cleaned away every trace of pleasure, preparing her for what was to come. The rhythmic action, the focused attention, served as a prelude to the explosive release that was about to follow. A fresh surge of cum filled her pussy, and she arched her back even further, her body writhing in anticipation. As the hot liquid ran down her bare thighs, she turned and commanded me to collect every single drop, a playful challenge that only intensified my desire.

Ignoring her request for a moment, I leaned down and gently kissed her neck, a soft prelude to the more passionate encounters to come. Then, I refocused my attention on the feel of my fingers pinching her nipples, driving her even further into ecstasy. The moment she let out a gasp of pleasure, I plunged my fingers into her pussy, seeking the exquisite pleasure that awaited within. The resulting flow of cum was overwhelming, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

At this point, the primal urge to possess her was overwhelming. I couldn't resist replacing my fingers with my face, gripping her hips with my thumbs under the thin straps of her thong. Digging my soaked finger tips into her sexy ass, I slid the tiny triangle of cum-soaked lace to the side, a deliberate act of dominance. I devoured her pussy lips, savoring every inch of her swollen clit, completely lost in the moment. After feeling her soaked beard, I slid my tongue up and down her slit a few times, enjoying the exquisite pleasure that surged through me. As she spread her legs wide and pointed her toes, she urged me to find her G-spot with my tongue. It was easy to locate, a hidden pleasure that only she knew how to unlock. Her inner pussy convulsed, and her vulva opened up and pulled me inside. As my lips applied enough suction, my tongue found that soft pad of flesh just inside of her. This made her repeatedly scream, “Oh, fuck yes!” She was such a bad girl when she was worked up into a horny hot mess.

Then, without saying a word, she urged me to find her G-spot with my tongue. You made it easy to find the way. Her inner pussy convulses, and her vulva opens up and pulls me inside. As my lips apply enough suction, my tongue finds that soft pad of flesh just inside of you. This makes you repeatedly scream “Oh, fuck yes.” You are such a bad girl when you are worked up into a horny hot mess.

You released your grip on your hard nipples and let go of your ankle. Digging your heels into my back, it’s like you are spurring a bronc. Both of your hands gripped the back of my head and pulled my lips down to yours. You kissed me deeply and slurred your juices from my lips and my tongue. The taste of your cum on my lips made you even hornier than you were.

Your free hand cupped a breast and fed me your tit. I eagerly coaxed a drop from deep inside your breast. This gave you another orgasm. Your hand on my cock pulled it close to your pulsing pussy. Like a brush, you used it to mop up the squirt, coating my balls with another gush. Placing both hands on my chest, you pushed me onto the couch and dropped to your knees.

Beginning at the sensitive spot below my balls, you began to slurp up your freshly released juices. You rolled each one of my balls around in your mouth before licking up the soft bottom of my dick. Then you popped over the top and took the head of my cock in your lips, sucking and swirling your tongue. Once more, you licked down each side of my dick, kissing my balls.

After a big breath, you took every inch of me in your mouth and to the back of your throat. Sucking hard, you swirled your tongue in ways that seemed almost impossible. This time it’s my turn to moan out, “Oh, fuck yes, baby!!!”

I wanted to spend all afternoon face-fucking your pussy. But I needed your touch on my aching balls and hard dick. So I stood up, kicked my Wranglers off, and dropped my shirt and underwear to the floor. I led you from our kitchen barstool the few steps to the living room couch.

One of your hands slid down and wrapped around my cock. Your other hand reached up behind my head and pulled my lips down to yours. You kissed me deeply and slurred your juices from my lips and my tongue. The taste of your cum on my lips made you even hornier than you were.

Your free hand cupped a breast and fed me your tit. I eagerly coaxed a drop from deep inside your breast. This gave you another orgasm. Your hand on my cock pulled it close to your pulsing pussy. Like a brush, you used it to mop up the squirt, coating my balls with another gush. Placing both hands on my chest, you pushed me onto the couch and dropped to your knees.

Beginning at the sensitive spot below my balls, you began to slurp up your freshly released juices. You rolled each one of my balls around in your mouth before licking up the soft bottom of my dick. Then you popped over the top and took the head of my cock in your lips, sucking and swirling your tongue. Once more, you licked down each side of my dick, kissing my balls.

After a big breath, you took every inch of me in your mouth and to the back of your throat. Sucking hard, you swirled your tongue in ways that seemed almost impossible. This time it’s my turn to moan out, “Oh, fuck yes, baby!!!”

I want to pound your pussy so bad now that I can’t stand it anymore. So I whisper that its time for you to get fucked! My fingers are tangled in your hair at the back of your neck. I reluctantly lift your head up as your lips apply amazing suction while sliding off my dick. You give my balls a few more kisses before standing up and leading me back to the bedroom…

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