Forbidden Bath, Secret Plans

The scent hit me the moment I stepped through the front door, a rich blend of lavender and something undeniably, deliciously warm. My wife, Seraphina, was waiting in the hallway, a cascade of silk falling from her shoulders, clinging to her curves like liquid moonlight. She wore a simple, pale blue cotton robe, but it did little to conceal the sheer power held within her form. The lingering steam from the tub clung to her skin, and her eyes held a playful glint, a silent invitation to the evening ahead. The kids were at my mother’s, a blessed reprieve from the chaos of the week, leaving us with a rare, uninterrupted space to indulge in the desires we both held so close.

“Long day?” she murmured, pulling me into a slow, deliberate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. Her lips were soft, yet demanding, and her hand lingered on my hip, a silent promise of the pleasures to come. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her flush against me, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her skin. The scent of her body was my favorite perfume, a potent elixir that always quickened my pulse.

“Absolutely,” I replied, my voice a low rumble in her ear. “But I was hoping for something a little more… decadent.” Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she released me, stepping aside to allow me access to the bathroom. The air hung heavy with anticipation, thick with unspoken needs.

The water in the tub was scalding hot, a welcome embrace against the aches of the day. As I stripped off my clothes, the cool porcelain against my skin offered a momentary respite from the heat. Seraphina returned moments later, bearing a chilled glass of dry rosé and a playlist of sensual, ambient music. She placed the wine in my hand, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. The music filled the room, a low, throbbing pulse that seemed to synchronize with my own racing heartbeat.

Dinner was simple, but perfect: blackened tuna, a baked potato loaded with butter and sour cream, and a crisp salad bursting with fresh greens. We ate slowly, savoring each bite, the silence punctuated by the clinking of glasses and the occasional sigh of pleasure. Seraphina’s robe opened slightly with each movement, revealing glimpses of her exquisite chest and the smooth, pale expanse of her pubic hair. I found myself constantly stealing glances, lost in the intoxicating display. The cleavage was a constant tease, her mounds rising and falling with every breath, a silent promise of the delights to follow.

As we finished the last drop of wine, I rose from the table, my movements deliberate and slow. I approached her, kneeling before her in her chair, taking in the full force of her beauty. “Thank you for a wonderful meal,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close, my chin resting on her hair. I parted her robe completely, exposing her luscious breasts and the exquisitely smooth, pale skin beneath. The scent of her arousal intensified, a heady mix of musk and warmth.

With a deep breath, I began to suckle her nipples, my tongue tracing the sensitive peaks, feeling the subtle tremors that ran through her body. She moaned softly, arching her back slightly, surrendering to my touch. I continued to suckle, deepening my rhythm, as she shifted her weight, adjusting her position for maximum pleasure. Her legs parted slightly, offering me a clear view of the sensitive area below. I reached forward, my hand gliding down her thighs, stroking the delicate curve of her vulva.

Standing up, I revealed my own readiness, pulling my shirt open to expose my rock-hard cock, a testament to my arousal. Seraphina’s eyes widened in anticipation as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive head of my penis. She began to lick, her tongue tracing the contours of my shaft, her touch both gentle and insistent. Simultaneously, she reached under my balls, gently massaging the tender flesh, enhancing my pleasure.

With a swift movement, I pulled free from her mouth, leading her to the den. We lay down on the plush velvet couch, her legs wide open, inviting my exploration. I dove into her sweet lips, licking and sucking, reveling in the exquisite sensation of her arousal. She moaned with pleasure, her body convulsing with each touch.

I grabbed a small, embroidered pillow from the side table, placing it beneath her bottom to ensure optimal access. Maintaining my position, I continued my assault, alternating between licking and sucking, my movements precise and deliberate. She held her legs wide open, completely surrendering to my pleasure, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow.

As she started to feel the building heat, I shifted my focus, reaching for her clitoris, my fingers gently caressing the sensitive flesh. I alternated between light flicks of my tongue and rhythmic massaging of her g-spot, each movement designed to heighten her pleasure. The contractions began, small and tentative at first, then growing stronger with each passing second. Her body writhed in anticipation, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Finally, she lost control, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy, her body shaking with the force of her release. I sucked frantically on her clitoris, my tongue working tirelessly, as she squeezed every last drop of pleasure from me. Her orgasm washed over me, a powerful wave of sensation that left me breathless and trembling. As she finished, she let out a final, satisfied moan.

Feeling my own monster climax start to erupt, I continued my assault, pouring my love cream deep inside her, feeling her contracting around my penis as she had another orgasm. It was a frenzied dance of pleasure and release, a desperate clinging to the moment, a complete immersion in the exquisite sensations we were experiencing. We collapsed in a heap, intertwined, our bodies slick with sweat and arousal, for a blissful ten minutes, lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. The scent of lavender and arousal still hung heavy in the air, a testament to the unforgettable evening we had just shared.

Time for another bath, and then it was time to go retrieve the children. A truly blessed husband indeed.

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