Garden's Wet Secret

The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian house, mirroring the frantic energy building inside me. It was Saturday night, a frantic race against time to prepare for Sunday’s church service, but my mind, as always, was elsewhere. My wife, Sarah, moved with a quiet grace behind me at the kitchen sink, her presence a silent invitation. Her hand, strong and warm, clamped onto my butt, pulling me closer. Without a word, she reached under my jeans, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock, sending a jolt of heat through me. It was instant, primal, and utterly delicious. A hard erection bloomed within me, fueled by her casual dominance.

I returned the favor, my grip firm on her sexy ass, my fingers exploring the delicate curve of her cleavage and the enticing promise of her slit. The scent of her body wash filled the air, mingling with the sharp tang of rain. "Are you going to be horny a little later?" I asked, my voice low and husky.

Her response was a slow, deliberate seduction. "Oh yeah! I’ll be plenty horny," she purred, a playful glint in her eyes. The anticipation tightened my muscles, building to a fever pitch. My cock swelled to its full seven inches, a testament to the mounting desire. I stepped back, letting her feel the raw power of my arousal, before turning to face her, a silent challenge hanging in the air.

Fast forward to the bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The air hung thick with unspoken desires. "I want to do everything tonight," I declared, my voice a low rumble. "But I really want to feast on your pussy. I want you to masturbate on my face – as my tongue penetrates you. Take as long as you want. But, I so desire for you to cum in my mouth – as I drink in every last drop of your sexy wetness.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitement crossing her features. "I’m ready!” she breathed, her voice filled with a captivating blend of anticipation and invitation. It was as if the pent-up tension of the day, the frenzied preparations for Sunday, had simply evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming surge of lust. We were both extra horny, a potent combination that promised a night of unparalleled pleasure.

The moment we stripped off our clothes, the air crackled with electricity. Sarah immediately began sucking my cock, her touch both gentle and insistent. Her tongue danced over my head, her hands exploring every inch of my body. I reveled in her sensuality, letting her take control, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of her movements. It was a symphony of pleasure, orchestrated by her touch and fueled by my desire.

As she continued her assault, she moved to the top of me, pinning my arms to the bed. "I love the look of your tits," I murmured, tracing the delicate curves of her breasts with my eyes. "They feel so perfect, hanging in my face." I began to suck on them, savoring the sweet scent of her skin, letting her know how deeply I appreciated her beauty. She lowered her ass onto my cock, teasing me with her proximity, her movements slow and deliberate, building the anticipation to a fever pitch.

Then, it was time for the main event. The pussy feast. We slid under the covers, me positioned on the bottom, desperate to taste every inch of her. The sheets and blanket were hastily arranged, sacrificing air circulation for the sake of immediate gratification. Her head rested at the top of the bed, her eyes locked on mine, radiating a captivating blend of confidence and invitation.

And then, without hesitation, I plunged my tongue into her, plunging deep into the lush garden she possessed. It was as if I didn’t care about breathing, about anything but the overwhelming desire to lose myself in her pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, a primal connection that transcended words. Her pussy was so wonderfully wet, so inviting, so utterly perfect. It was a sensation I had hungrily craved, a forbidden pleasure that I now experienced with an intensity that bordered on ecstasy.

Time ceased to exist. We were lost in a world of pure sensation, a swirling vortex of lust and desire. It was a shared dream, a sacred ritual of pleasure that left us breathless and wanting more. Sarah's groans, soft and rhythmic, filled the room, each one a testament to the intensity of her pleasure. I loved the feeling of her pubic hair scouring my pores, the raw, primal connection that we shared. It was a sensation that both terrified and thrilled me, a reminder of our animalistic urges.

As she continued her relentless assault, she began to finger her asshole, sending shivers down my spine. Her orgasm was a powerful wave of pleasure, a release that shook her entire body. I watched, mesmerized, as she writhed in ecstasy, savoring every moment of her pleasure. I loved the feeling of her pubic hair scouring my pores, a sensation that heightened my own arousal. If I were a teenager with acne, there could not have been a single blemish left on my face! The sheer joy of knowing that I was helping my wife experience such euphoria was intoxicating.

I continued to lap up her wetness, swallowing every last drop of her sexy juice, lost in the depths of her pleasure. It was a slow, deliberate process, a ritual of mutual submission and shared ecstasy. Each swallow was a reminder of her beauty, her sensuality, her power. I loved the taste of her pussy juice, a flavor that lingered on my tongue, fueling my desire even further.

After what felt like an eternity, we repositioned ourselves, the sheets tangled around our bodies. We continued our oral sex session, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and sensation. We were both so consumed by our lust that we barely noticed the passing of time. It was as if we had stumbled upon a secret world, a place where pleasure reigned supreme.

Then, we shifted gears, indulging in some doggy-style sex. The pent-up sexual energy within me exploded into her gyrating pussy, as we thrust hard together in a rapid rhythm. She took every drop of my white cum, her body writhing in anticipation. We both loved the feel of the slipperiness in her cunt when she was full of my cum. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and power.

As we finished, we lay there, exhausted but completely satisfied, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of sheets and limbs. We had thanked the Lord just before – for what He has given us – and for the joys that we were about to experience. And did we ever?! We are so blessed! Thank you Lord!

PS – We both woke up horny again. We fondled as we dressed for church – and made plans for another episode tonight! I can’t wait! The rain continued to fall outside, a constant reminder of the storm raging within us, a storm of lust, desire, and unbridled pleasure. It was a night to remember, a night that would forever be etched in our memories as the peak of our shared passion. And as we headed out the door, ready to face the day, we knew that the night was far from over. The seeds of desire had been sown, and we were eager to reap the rewards.

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