Silent Signals in the Living Room

The scent of lavender and chamomile still clung to the air, a lingering reminder of the bedtime story she’d just finished reading to their youngest. Five days. Five long, sterile days without the messy, demanding intimacy of her husband. It felt like an eternity, especially with the constant demands of motherhood weighing on her. The lounge was a sanctuary, a brief escape from the chaos of daily life. He lay sprawled on the plush rug, utterly engrossed in the flickering images of a sports game, oblivious to the simmering tension that had been building within her. A slow smile curved her lips as she watched him, the quiet solitude offering a rare opportunity for stolen moments.

“How are the little ones?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his eyes still glued to the television screen. “Asleep at last,” she replied, a little too quickly, a nervous energy thrumming beneath her skin. This was it. This was the chance she’d been craving, a desperate need for connection in a world dominated by diapers and lullabies. The absence of the children, the lack of distractions, it all coalesced into a potent cocktail of desire. She moved closer, nestling against him, a silent invitation hanging in the air. A gentle press of her lips against his skin, a tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a passionate embrace. His hand, strong and calloused from years of manual labor, moved instinctively beneath her silk top, tracing the curve of her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. He caressed her ample curves with deliberate pleasure, his touch a promise of the delights to come. The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining in a frantic dance of lust, a primal need unleashed.

His hand moved beneath her top, feeling her beautiful soft skin. He gently caressed her ample breasts. The kissing became more intense, their tongue’s now seeking each other out. He removed her top, she removed his to reveal his hairy chest. She snuggled into it as he undid her bra, something that with practice he could achieve effortlessly. Her breasts fell out making his cock harden more, he began to lick her nipples, moving his tongue in a circular motion. Her nipples began to harden and her pussy began to moisten. As he sucked, her hand moved to his pants. He was hardening and after touching him he became even harder, after all these years she was glad he was still aroused by her. He continued to lick her nipples as he moved his hand down to her wet pussy. His finger entered easily, her sigh of enjoyment caused him to go rock hard. She moved down to his groin and undid his tracksuit pants, he lifted his arse and she slipped off the pants and his jocks, exposing his reddish, blue cock. He returned the favour slipping off her pants and underwear exposing her glistening pussy. She moved down so her mouth was next to his cock.

“Why don’t you bring your pussy up here,” he inquired. She reacted immediately placing a knee either side of his head then lowering her hips until her cunt met his lips. He gave a few quick long licks with his tongue, moving from her clit and down her lips. He could taste her juices and stuck his tongue deep into her pussy, this time she let out a moan of pleasure as his tongue explored her. She had been giving him long licks on the shaft of his cock and had now moved up, paying more attention to his head. She moved her tongue in a circular motion around his head and received appropriate recognition with his sighs of pleasure. Once his tongue entered her this was her cue to take as much of his shaft as she could into her mouth, his ‘oooohhhh yes,” reaction giving her enough incentive to continue the feast. His tongue was providing a range of pleasures. Licking her lips, tickling her clit and thrusting in and out of her wetness. He too was getting the appropriate cues and knew she was getting closer when she gasped, “eat me!” This was his cue to suck in her clit whilst doing a chewing action. The sucking and chewing continued, pulling in her clit and sticking his tongue into her ever wettening cunt.

Years of shared intimacy had forged a deep connection between them, a comfortable familiarity that often led to spontaneous encounters. Tonight, however, felt different. An unspoken tension hung in the air, a primal need that transcended their usual routine. She had always enjoyed his dominance, his slow, deliberate movements, but something within her craved something more, a raw, unbridled expression of lust. As he continued to devour her, she felt a strange sense of power, a thrilling realization that she could control this intimate dance, guiding his movements, dictating the pace. He shifted his weight, anticipating her desires, responding with a renewed fervor. Her body throbbed with pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance of ecstasy.

Then, a shift in their dynamic. He began to lick her clitoris with an almost frantic intensity, a desperate attempt to prolong the experience. As she watched, she realized that he was seeking something beyond mere physical gratification, a deeper connection, a shared vulnerability. He moved his hand down to her wet pussy. His finger entered easily, her sigh of enjoyment caused him to go rock hard. He moved down to his groin and undid his tracksuit pants, he lifted his arse and she slipped off the pants and his jocks, exposing his reddish, blue cock. He returned the favour slipping off her pants and underwear exposing her glistening pussy. She moved down so her mouth was next to his cock.

“What made you do that?” she asked, her voice breathless with pleasure, her eyes locked on his. “Well you’re always licking my juices and often you will take the time to make sure I have two orgasms, I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Did you like it?” she questioned, her heart pounding in her chest. “It was great, but what did you think?” he responded, leaning closer, his breath warm against her ear. “It was neither really pleasurable nor really disgusting,” she admitted, a hint of confusion in her tone. “Did it add anything to your experience?” he inquired, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her spine. “Not really, in fact I thought I would choke so it probably reduced it for me,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. “But what about when you suck up all my juices?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering. “But I love the taste of you, it enhances my pleasure tasting your sweet juices when you come all over my face. The only drawback is getting one of your pubes stuck in the back of my throat, like I do now,” she answered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He rose to his feet, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Let’s get some water,” he suggested, leading her to the kitchen. As they filled two glasses, she pondered the implications of their shared experience, the unexpected shift in their dynamic. The encounter had been intense, both physically and emotionally, pushing them both to the limits of their comfort zones. The lingering sensation of his tongue against her body, the shared vulnerability, it all left her feeling strangely exhilarated, yet slightly unsettled. She took a long sip of water, savoring the cool liquid on her parched lips. As she looked into his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own feelings, a mutual desire for something more, something deeper. They returned to the lounge, the air now charged with an unspoken promise of further exploration.

As he began to eat her again, she realized that this time, she wanted to take control, to dominate him in the same way he had dominated her. She shifted her position, drawing him closer, her body molding to his, a silent assertion of her dominance. He responded instinctively, his movements becoming more hesitant, more submissive. She continued to lick him, her tongue tracing the contours of his body, her touch both gentle and insistent. The scent of his arousal filled the room, a potent combination of sweat and desire. He shifted his weight, anticipating her desires, responding with a renewed fervor. Her body throbbed with pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance of ecstasy. The rhythm intensified, a shared experience of primal satisfaction.

The intensity built, the air growing thick with unspoken needs. He shifted his weight, anticipating her desires, responding with a renewed fervor. Her body throbbed with pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance of ecstasy. Suddenly, she felt a sharp stab of pain, a searing heat spreading through her body. Instinctively, she recoiled, pulling away from him. He paused, confused by her reaction, his eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with anxiety. “Just a little discomfort,” she replied, trying to regain her composure, but the pain persisted. She realized that she had pushed too far, that her desire for dominance had blinded her to her own limits. He moved closer, gently stroking her back, offering comfort and reassurance. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of calm acceptance. Their connection, forged over years of shared intimacy, proved to be a powerful antidote to her impulsive desire.

As the moment approached, she felt the familiar surge of anticipation, the inevitable climax drawing near. He reached for her cheek, a silent cue, and she braced herself for the inevitable. She left his cock just long enough to gasp “that’s okay”. They resumed and soon after she was feeling the welling up inside her, the pre orgasm excitement knowing you are going to come but not quite sure when it will occur. She sucked even harder when this feeling hit her and at the exact moment her orgasm arrived his cock swelled and spurted his first shot of warm salty come. It hit the back of her throat and her instant reaction was to recoil and swallow. “A muffled “oohh fuck, ooohh yes” arose from him as he continued eating her. He could keep her orgasm going for quite some time by doing what he was doing. Her orgasm had released warmer, sweet juices, which he lavishly consumed, dipping his tongue deep inside her to get the last drop.

“What made you do that?” she asked, her voice breathless with pleasure, her eyes locked on his. “Well you’re always licking my juices and often you will take the time to make sure I have two orgasms, I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Did you like it?” she questioned, her heart pounding in her chest. “It was great, but what did you think?” he responded, leaning closer, his breath warm against her ear. “It was neither really pleasurable nor really disgusting,” she admitted, a hint of confusion in her tone. “Did it add anything to your experience?” he inquired, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her spine. “Not really, in fact I thought I would choke so it probably reduced it for me,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. “But what about when you suck up all my juices?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering. “But I love the taste of you, it enhances my pleasure tasting your sweet juices when you come all over my face. The only drawback is getting one of your pubes stuck in the back of my throat, like I do now,” she answered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He rose to his feet, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Let’s get some water,” he suggested, leading her to the kitchen. As they filled two glasses, she pondered the implications of their shared experience, the unexpected shift in their dynamic. The encounter had been intense, both physically and emotionally, pushing them both to the limits of their comfort zones. The lingering sensation of his tongue against her body, the shared vulnerability, it all left her feeling strangely exhilarated, yet slightly unsettled. She took a long sip of water, savoring the cool liquid on her parched lips. As she looked into his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own feelings, a mutual desire for something more, something deeper. They returned to the lounge, the air now charged with an unspoken promise of further exploration.

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