Last Surprise After Josh Left

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless percussion that mirrored the quickening pulse in my veins. Twenty-six years. Twenty-six years I’d known my wife, Annie, and yesterday had delivered a surprise so potent, so utterly unexpected, it threatened to unravel the fabric of my carefully constructed reality. Our oldest, Josh, had just left for college, a monthly ritual that always dredged up a bittersweet ache in my chest, a reminder of the years slipping by, the distance between us growing wider with each passing month. Moms, bless their hearts, never truly let go, clinging to the vestiges of their children’s presence long after they’ve flown the nest. And our youngest, Zech, was at a friend’s place, leaving us, finally, alone.

We’d grabbed a plate of greasy burgers from the local diner, the smell still clinging faintly to the air, and settled in to watch a college football game. Annie, a die-hard fan, practically vibrated with excitement as the quarterback launched a bomb downfield. During a particularly tense play, I instinctively reached for her back, giving her a slow, deliberate rub, more out of habit than any particular intention. It was a comforting routine, a silent acknowledgment of her enduring presence in my life, a small act of affection amidst the chaos of daily existence. As the game edged closer to its inevitable conclusion, I knew it was time. "I'm going to take a shower," I announced, a casual excuse masking the growing anticipation that simmered within me.

As I peeled off my clothes, a ripple of heat washed over me as Annie, already naked, appeared in the doorway. Her eyes held a playful glint, a silent invitation hanging in the humid air. “Want to work up a sweat before you shower?” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. A slow smile spread across my face. "Of course."

We climbed into our king-sized bed, the plush mattress yielding beneath our weight. The silence was thick with unspoken desires, a palpable tension that crackled in the air. Annie began her assault, her hand tracing the length of my cock, slow and deliberate, each caress igniting a fire within me. Soon, I was lost in her rhythm, my body responding instinctively to her touch, my breathing quickening, my pulse pounding in my ears. I grabbed the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, pouring a generous amount into my hand and beginning to stroke her, mimicking her movements, deepening the pleasure, feeding the escalating heat. Her moans intensified, rising in pitch and volume, a primal symphony of arousal that echoed in the quiet room. As she leaned back against me, her legs spread wide, her body a tempting invitation, I reached around and claimed her. The first moment of penetration was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that sent a shockwave through my entire being. We inhaled deeply, savoring the shared pleasure, the culmination of years of unspoken longing.

Driven by instinct, I grabbed my right hand and began to stimulate her clitoris, sliding my fingers up and down, teasing her with the promise of release. Simultaneously, I mounted her, clinging to her back, feeling her muscles tense beneath my weight. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as I increased the pressure, pushing deeper, igniting a firestorm of sensation. My own orgasm began to rise, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. I stopped rubbing her clitoris and, sensing the imminent peak, reached for her shoulder, bracing myself for the inevitable climax. With a final, desperate thrust, I unleashed my entire load into her waiting body. She grabbed my ass, pulling me closer, as I continued to thrust, determined to give her every last drop of me.

We clung to each other in a passionate embrace, lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. We kissed deeply, whispering words of love and affection, reaffirming our bond, our connection that had endured through years of shared joys and sorrows. After a few more minutes of fervent intimacy, Annie slipped out of bed, disappearing into the bathroom. The silence returned, but this time it felt different, charged with anticipation.

She reemerged moments later, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with invitation, and walked over to lie down next to me on the bed. Without a word, she reached for my hand, pulling it up to expose her own generous bush. The sight of her exposed clitoris was both breathtaking and intensely arousing. As I began to rub her clitoris, her moans started anew, escalating in intensity, a testament to her uncontainable desire.

“Suck my right nipple,” she commanded, her voice a low, husky murmur.

I complied instantly, my lips tracing the delicate curve of her nipple, taking a deep breath as I bit down gently, savoring the sensation. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as I continued to suck, deepening the pleasure, feeding her insatiable appetite.

Suddenly, she said, "I need your fingers inside me."

Without hesitation, I began to explore her interior, inserting two fingers, then switching to one, feeling her muscles tense with anticipation. I moved them slowly, deliberately, probing deeper, seeking the perfect spot, the place where she would reach the peak of ecstasy. Her moans became a torrent of sound, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

"Give me both fingers!" she shrieked, her voice raw with desire.

As I inserted the second finger, she began to rub her clitoris faster, her body writhing in anticipation. My fingers plunged deep inside, encountering the cool, wet flesh of her G-spot, igniting a firestorm of pleasure. She arched her back, pulling me closer, her body convulsing with each thrust. Her orgasm began to build, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume us both.

Then, with a final, desperate scream, she released, her body collapsing into my arms, exhausted but utterly satisfied. I gently bit down on her nipple, savoring the last vestiges of her pleasure, as she smiled at me, her eyes filled with love.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.

“I love you too, baby,” I replied, pulling her close, burying my face in her hair. We held each other for a few more minutes, lost in the warmth of our shared intimacy, before hearing the familiar creak of the front door. Perfect timing! God is so good to us! Steve and Annie.

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