Backyard Bliss: Sick & Spicy (L/A)

The sun beat down on the turquoise waters of the Gulf, a perfect day for a dip. I’d been feeling a little under the weather for the past couple of days, a persistent cough and fatigue clinging to me like a wet blanket, but my husband, David, had been a rock, taking care of me every step of the way. He’d even postponed our anniversary dinner reservation, opting instead to spend the day with me, right here in our backyard oasis. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about his devotion. I loved him so much; he was truly my keeper.

He’d been posting gushing pictures and heartfelt messages on Facebook all morning, celebrating our silver anniversary. I’d crafted a long letter, pouring out my heart, detailing every reason he was special and why I adored him. I considered sharing it with the world, but something held me back. Perhaps it was the intimacy of the sentiments, the raw vulnerability of my feelings. It felt like a secret just for us.

David, as always, was obsessed with swimming. He’d been spending the morning in the pool, a powerful swimmer with an undeniable grace. I usually found solace in the shade of the patio umbrella, lost in a good book or simply enjoying the gentle sounds of the spa fountain. But today, I found myself drawn to his movements, captivated by his strength and form. It wasn’t until much later, when he’d emerged from the water dripping wet, that I truly noticed the situation.

He’d shed his trunks, revealing a magnificent expanse of sculpted muscle and a hard, fully erect cock. The sight was breathtaking, an unbidden surge of heat flooding my veins. I’d missed a crucial moment, a perfect display of masculine power, and the disappointment stung. But as I watched him dry off on the Adirondack chair, the memory burned itself into my mind, igniting a primal desire within me.

I moved silently behind him, my senses heightened. He was clearly aware of my presence, as evidenced by the subtle shift in his posture. Looking down, I saw him deliberately stroking himself, a blatant invitation that I couldn’t ignore. With a playful smirk, I declared, “Whatcha doing?”

He jumped, startled, and hastily responded, “Just playing!”

“Oh really? I’m guessing I need to help you out with that,” I said, my voice laced with a mischievous tone.

We retreated indoors, the humid air clinging to our skin. I shed my clothes, stripping down to my lingerie, while he remained partially clothed, his body glistening with water. As we embraced, a slow, sensual kiss, he gently caressed my face, tracing the curve of my cheekbone with his fingertips. Then, his hands moved lower, tracing the line of my spine, stimulating my nerves with each touch. He began by lightly brushing my thighs, teasing my arousal before gently running his hand across the sensitive flesh of my vulva, sending shivers down my spine.

His touch was deliberate, yet light, like a feather tickling my skin. He then shifted his hands, placing them beneath my breasts, pulling them upward just enough to graze my nipples. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torture that sent shivers of anticipation through my body. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my pulse quickening as his touch intensified.

He looked directly into my eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering, and whispered words of affection, confessing his love for me. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, melting away any lingering doubts or insecurities. I felt utterly vulnerable, completely at his mercy, and I welcomed it with open arms.

As if responding to my desire, I reached out and began to lightly touch his body, mimicking his earlier ministrations. I only grazed his cock, hoping to elicit a more vigorous response, as we both grew increasingly heated with passion. The air crackled with unspoken desires, the silence punctuated by the pounding of our hearts.

Our love had always been passionate, but this felt different, more intense, more primal. It wasn’t just physical pleasure; it was a connection, a communion of souls. We were expressing our deepest feelings, sharing a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy. This wasn't just another one of our hot and heavy sessions; this was something deeper, more profound.

I told him how grateful I was to have found him, how I wouldn't trade our life together for anything in the world. I expressed my desire to make him happy, to fulfill his every need. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed so I could unleash my desires upon him.

Slowly, deliberately, I began to lick from the base of his shaft upwards, savoring the taste of his skin. Then, I circled my tongue around the rim of his head, teasing his sensitive nerves. As I licked up one side of his shaft and down the other, my movements became faster, more frantic, driven by an insatiable need.

Finally, I opened my mouth, engulfing him entirely. I didn't close my lips, just kept him submerged in my depths, gently bobbing my head up and down in short, rhythmic strokes. Simultaneously, I lightly grazed his balls with my fingertips, enhancing the sensation. He responded with groans of pleasure, his body convulsing with each stroke. “God, you’re so good, baby!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with unbridled lust.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, lost in the moment, completely surrendering to his touch. “I love your cock so much,” I paused to say before continuing my assault. “Mmmmm!”

He shifted closer, his body pressed against mine, his breath hot on my skin. “My turn. I need to taste and smell you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

He slid onto the floor, and I positioned myself on the bed, propping up one foot on the frame for support. As he began his ministrations, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, letting him take control.

“Oh, I will never get tired of this,” I sighed, my body trembling with anticipation. “Mmmm, baby, you’re so good at this!”

He continued his slow, deliberate caress, licking me gently from the bottom to the top and back again. He blew his hot breath on my clitoris, sending shivers down my spine. Then, he added a finger, thrusting it in and out, teasing my arousal while simultaneously licking my clitoris.

“Oh my God! Mmmmm…” I groaned, my body arching in response to his touch.

As he continued to stimulate my pleasure, I felt my pussy swelling and growing wetter, a clear indication of my escalating excitement. He intensified his efforts, his movements becoming more forceful, more urgent.

“Oh, I can’t take it anymore!” I screamed, my voice choked with pleasure. “Mmmmm!”

Suddenly, he shifted gears, thrusting his entire cock into my waiting pussy. The force of his penetration was intense, almost painful, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He continued to pound my flesh with unrelenting passion, pushing me to the very edge of my senses.

“God, I love you, baby,” he gasped, his voice strained, as he continued to thrust. “Oh God, I love your pussy. I want to fill your pussy! I want to cum inside you! Ohhh, I need you. I love Youuuu — Oooohhhhhhhh fucckkkk!!!”

His orgasm was explosive, sending a tidal wave of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, screaming with delight, as he collapsed on my chest, exhausted but triumphant. We clung to each other, refusing to let go, lost in the aftermath of our shared experience.

As we finally pulled apart, I realized that this anniversary had surpassed all expectations. It wasn't just a celebration of our love; it was a testament to the power of our connection, a reminder of the intense desire that burned between us.

Kissing him again, I said, “Happy Anniversary, baby! This was better than going out for a steak dinner anyway.” With that, we fell into a deep, contented slumber, secure in the knowledge that we had experienced something truly special, something unforgettable.

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