Wired Wife's Second Sin

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Just yesterday, I’d experienced a level of intimacy with Melody that bordered on delirium, a shared explosion of pleasure that left me both breathless and utterly spent. But a bladder infection, a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, had thrown our carefully constructed world off balance. Now, on Monday morning, after a morning of gentle tit-sucking and oral play, Melody was insistent on a second encounter. It felt almost… urgent, a desperate need to recapture the electric current that had surged through us during our initial session.

The scent of lavender and vanilla clung to the air as she rose from the bed, a pale apparition in the dim light filtering through the sheer curtains. She was wearing a simple cotton nightgown, the pale fabric clinging to her curves, highlighting her Nordic beauty. Her skin, usually pale and porcelain, seemed to glow with a feverish flush. It was clear she was still riding high from the previous night’s intense pleasure, her body radiating a palpable heat.

“If I get to have an orgasm, then Tommy can have a second one!” she stated, her voice a husky murmur. It wasn’t a suggestion, not really. It was a demand, a plea for continued pleasure. I could feel the tension in her muscles, the desperate longing in her eyes. It was both unnerving and intensely arousing.

“What?” I asked, my voice a little breathless. The thought of a second climax, so soon after the first, felt almost reckless. But the desire to please her, to fulfill her needs, outweighed any hesitation.

She repeated her offer, her gaze unwavering. As I rolled over, I caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror – her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with a feverish intensity. It was as if she were possessed by a primal urge, an insatiable hunger for sensation.

The sight was both captivating and intimidating. I was acutely aware of the vulnerability in her posture, the subtle tremors that ran through her body. It felt like stepping into a turbulent current, a force that I wasn’t entirely sure I could control. But I knew, instinctively, that I had to dive in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful!” I exclaimed, my voice laced with admiration and lust. The words felt inadequate, unable to capture the sheer magnificence of her form. Even in the ghostly, early-morning light, she possessed an undeniable allure. Her body, honed by years of pleasure and physical exertion, was a testament to her vitality.

As I approached her, she arched her back, a subtle invitation that sent a shiver down my spine. The scent of arousal intensified, a heady mix of sweat and desire. It was a potent combination, one that threatened to overwhelm my senses.

I reached out and gently caressed her left breast, feeling the tautness of her skin beneath my fingertips. She responded with a moan, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her entire body. It was a clear sign that she was ready, eager for my touch.

“Even though I can’t fuck you right now,” I added, my voice laced with regret, “it’s still a pleasure just to be close to you.”

Her eyes, usually calm and serene, were now filled with a desperate intensity. It was as if she were begging for release, for a moment of uninhibited pleasure. The thought of denying her this desire was unbearable.

She shifted closer, her body pressing against mine, her breath hot on my skin. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that sent shivers down my spine. It was an invitation, a plea, a silent command.

“Which vibrator do you want?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Loopy?” (Our Doc Johnson iVibe vibrator.)

“No,” she replied, her voice husky with anticipation. “The one with higher settings… that goes up to four.”

“So, the Sensy,” I said. (Our Sensuelle Plus vibrator.) I retrieved the small, powerful bullet vibe from my bedside table, its sleek design reflecting the pale light. It felt cool and smooth in my hand, a miniature instrument of pleasure.

She grabbed it enthusiastically, her fingers wrapping around the cool metal. The anticipation was almost unbearable. As I turned the vibe on to the highest setting, a wave of heat washed over her body. She shrieked with delight, her muscles clenching and releasing in a frenzied rhythm.

“Do you want coconut oil on your pussy?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. The thought of coating her vulva in the sticky, fragrant oil felt both decadent and primal.

“Yes, but only a little on my clitoris,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with lust. She opened her legs wide, exposing her pale, vulnerable flesh. The sight was both captivating and unsettling.

I carefully applied a tiny pea-sized blob of coconut oil to her already erect and hard clit, massaging it gently into the sensitive tissue. She writhed in pleasure, her body arching and twisting in a desperate attempt to enhance the sensation. The vibrations of the vibe intensified, creating a symphony of pleasure that resonated through her entire being.

As she reached the peak of her arousal, she used the vibe to push my finger out of the way, her grip tightening on the device. It was a blatant act of dominance, a clear signal that she was in control. I felt a surge of frustration, but also a strange sense of exhilaration.

“You’re so fucking beautiful!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with admiration and lust. The words felt inadequate, unable to capture the sheer magnificence of her form. Her busty body squirmed in pleasure in the ghostly light as the vibe met her clit.

She continued to arch her back in pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably. As she rolled back into the 3/4 turn and offered me her left titty, I realized that I had no choice but to submit to her desires.

I latched on, resuming the oral pleasure-giving, tit-sucking and nipple tongue-flicking. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. The rhythmic movements of her body, combined with the vibrations of the vibe, created a perfect storm of arousal.

Within five seconds, Melody began to roll onto her back and arch her back again. So I switched to orally loving on her closer nipple (the right one), and my beautiful sexy bride of 30+ years had a MASSIVE orgasm. Her back was arched off the bed and her beautiful Nordic eyes sparked, even in the limited light. She looked like my hot ‘n horny bride in her twenties, even though she was in her early forties when we first married.

Her orgasm crashed over her sexy, porcelain-skinned body with wave after wave of sexual ecstasy. I was watching the erotic show with one eye as I continued to tongue-flick her tasty right nipple.

As I reluctantly detached my lips from her right raspberry, the beautiful, erotic view made my heart skip a beat again. I was surprised by how fast my uber-sexy wife came. From the time she applied the vibrator to her clitoris and I orally latched onto her nips, it had been only maybe ten seconds!

I thought about it and realized that our coitus interruptus from the my birthday two days before must have left her soooo wired! So her nearly instantaneous climax should not have surprised me.

“That looked like a great orgasm,” my wife remarked as she wiped off her arm and hand.

“It was,” I confirmed. “It was a Mr. St. Helens type of orgasm!!” Then I added, “I love you! Thank you for your patience with me.”

“It’s fun. And I’m glad you had a good orgasm,” she said and leaned over to give me a quick kiss. “And I love you too,” she added.

We now BOTH had experienced monster orgasms this morning. It felt like a two-day extension of my birthday present!

My wife got up and returned to our granddaughter, and I headed for the shower. We both felt grateful to each other and to Heavenly Father for helping us find each other here on Earth… and for His glorious gift of marital, sexual love and pleasure that we could still share in our marriage!

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