After the Rain, Sweet Release

The funeral was a blur of somber faces and whispered condolences. My wife, Jill, squeezed my hand as we stepped out into the crisp autumn air, the scent of rain clinging to the damp leaves. It always did make you contemplate things, this sort of somber reflection. I was profoundly blessed, truly, to have found a woman like Jill. Two beautiful children, a comfortable life – it all felt like a dream, a beautiful, fragile dream. Before the service, we'd dropped our kids off with Memere and Pepere, my in-laws, their loving faces a welcome respite from the sadness. The service itself was brief, filled with heartfelt eulogies and shared memories. Afterward, Jill and I retreated to the car, seeking solace in each other’s arms. As we drove home, the silence was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding of a deep connection.

Back at our house, after I’d taken a hot shower, I started preparing lunch – grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans, a simple, comforting meal. The kitchen was spotless, a testament to Jill’s meticulous nature. Then, she emerged, a vision in white fur slippers and one of my favorite t-shirts, the kind that barely covered her ass. Her eyes, always full of warmth and affection, met mine, and she said, again, how much she loved her life with me, with our family. A small, impulsive kiss on her lips, then a gentle nibble on my neck, escalating into a passionate embrace. “Take off your shirt,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. Without hesitation, I complied, pulling off my t-shirt and immediately succumbing to her touch. Her hands began a slow, deliberate exploration of my chest, while her lips, insistent and demanding, worked their way down my chest. I stripped off my shorts, offering myself completely to her sensual ministrations. Her fingers moved with confident skill, sucking and licking at my cock, her other hand tracing patterns across my chest, igniting a fire in my loins.

Turning me around, she knelt before me, a silent invitation. "I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation. We were one body, a singular entity bound by love and lust. Her lips began a slow, deliberate exploration of my shaft, followed by a passionate licking that sent shivers down my spine. It escalated quickly, becoming a frenzied assault of kisses and bites, her hands gripping my thighs, slapping them lightly, before continuing their relentless pursuit up my legs, simultaneously sucking on my rock-hard cock. I lost myself in the sensation, completely consumed by her touch, watching with a mixture of pleasure and helpless abandon as she worshipped my member. The moans that escaped me were primal, a testament to the exquisite agony and delight of the moment. Her lips ran up and down her own ample curves, creating an orchestra of pleasure that echoed in my ears.

“Now, let me give you a head,” she commanded, her voice barely a whisper. I allowed her to take control, surrendering myself completely to her ministrations. The sounds of her lips, her sighs, her moans, were intoxicating, a symphony of passion that filled the room. She paused, her body rigid with anticipation, and then, with a swift movement, she told me to take off. It was an order, a challenge, and I obeyed without hesitation. Holding my hands above her head, she proceeded to stroke my cock with a gentle yet insistent rhythm, her touch both teasing and demanding.

As I neared the edge of ecstasy, she rose to her feet, her eyes burning with desire. “Let me finish you,” she urged, her voice filled with raw need. I obliged, submitting to her control, allowing her to devour my cock and balls with unrestrained passion. Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, while her lips continued their relentless assault on my flesh. The heat intensified, building to a crescendo of pleasure. I gasped for air, unable to resist the pull of her intoxicating touch. Suddenly, she shifted, her body arching into a perfect curve, and began to use her hands to stimulate my member, her touch both firm and playful.

“No, no, no,” she insisted, holding my arms down with one hand while the other hand gently caressed my wet, throbbing member. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she pulled my arms away and began to lick my cock and balls with a fervor that bordered on frenzy. As I continued to ride her, she told me she needed to taste her own, keeping her hands behind her head, she brought my cock into her mouth, and began to suck, hard and deep. The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. I clung to her, desperate to prolong the experience, while she continued to dominate, her body writhing with ecstasy.

When she finally pulled away, she stood tall, her body radiating heat and desire. "Don't stop," she commanded, her voice a low purr. As she continued to lick my member, she took my hands and began to gently stroke my legs, her touch both sensual and stimulating. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch, as she continued her relentless assault on my senses. I lost myself in the moment, completely surrendering to her will.

She paused, her breath ragged, and told me to take my pleasure. And so I did, losing myself in the depths of her pleasure. The world faded away, leaving only the sensation of her touch against my skin. Finally, she moved her hands behind her head, and brought her pussy to my mouth, and began to devour my cock. I let her, lost in the bliss of the moment.

As we continued our passionate encounter, she told me she needed to be taken care of. So I took my hands and gently stroked her wet pussy with my fingers. Then, when she was ready, I pulled out of her mouth and began to lick her tits, her nipples throbbing with pleasure. She moaned, begging me to keep going. I obliged, never breaking the rhythm, always seeking to intensify the pleasure she experienced.

As the climax approached, she stood up, her body trembling with anticipation. I knew what she wanted, and I obliged, taking my place on top of her, rubbing my cock against her ass with a frenzied intensity. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as I continued my assault, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Finally, she cried out, lost in the throes of orgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure. As she reached her peak, I pulled away, allowing her to catch her breath.

When she finally rose to her feet, her body slick with sweat and arousal, I took her hands and began to lick her tits, gently biting her nipples. She shivered with delight, her eyes closed, lost in the lingering pleasure of the moment. She told me she needed her cock, keeping her hands behind her head, I took her cock in my mouth, and she began to suck hard. Then, she asked me to stop, as I continued to lick her tits. As I licked, she started moving her hips. Then she told me she was about to have an orgasm, so I forced myself to stop before it was too late.

Her body arched, and she told me she needed her cock, keeping her hands behind her head. I moved my hands and held them up, then took her cock and began to suck, as she continued to lick my tits. Then, she asked me to take off her wet panties, which I did, and started to play with her wet pussy with my fingers. Her body responded with a silent plea, begging for more. As I continued to caress her wet pussy, she begged me to stop, but I ignored her pleas and kept going, until she finally submitted to my touch.

Finally, she pulled away, her body trembling with pleasure, and told me she wanted to taste me. We exchanged a look of mutual desire, and then, without hesitation, I opened my mouth and began to devour her, savoring the taste of her wetness and arousal. She responded with equal fervor, her hands gripping my hips as she pulled me closer, her body writhing with pleasure. We continued our passionate encounter, lost in a world of lust and pleasure, until we both collapsed, exhausted and satisfied. Looking at my wife, I knew that she was everything to me – my lover, my friend, my soulmate. We were one body, united by a shared desire and an unyielding love.

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