Barely There, Doctor's Visit

The rain hammered against the windows of our suburban home, mirroring the anxious thrum in my chest. My wife, Sarah, had a doctor’s appointment last week – a routine check-up that had spiraled into something far more complicated, as detailed in my recent post, “Prayer Request.” The pressure of her nervousness, coupled with the unfamiliarity of this new physician, had led me to a reckless, yet undeniably appealing, idea. A little bit of pleasure amidst the discomfort, I reasoned, might just make this whole ordeal bearable.

“Let’s make it interesting,” I’d suggested, my voice low and laced with a suggestive tremor. “Let her go without panties.” The initial hesitation in her eyes quickly gave way to a flicker of intrigue, a silent acknowledgment of my proposition. She wore her usual work attire – a simple navy pantsuit – but without the undergarment, the subtle exposure of her skin a provocative prelude to what was to come.

We dropped off our daughter, Lily, at daycare, a bittersweet moment before diving headfirst into the chaos of the appointment. The twenty-minute drive back was a carefully orchestrated dance of anticipation. I’d insisted she bring her vibrator, a small, unassuming device that held the promise of intense pleasure. As we pulled into the driveway, she expertly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, revealing the pale, hair-covered expanse of her labia. The sight was undeniably stimulating, and I let out a low, appreciative moan. She slid the vibrator down her thighs, finding a comfortable position, a playful smirk playing on her lips. This felt like a reckless, delicious transgression, a shared secret in the confines of our vehicle.

Once inside, we shed our clothes with a shared urgency, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat simmering between us. We collapsed onto the bed, the familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the lingering scent of the vibrator. It was already working its magic, stimulating her pleasure center, and I knew that this was just the beginning. I began kissing her neck, my hands exploring the curve of her spine, seeking the sensitive points she loved. I squeezed her breasts, pulling gently on her nipples, watching her moan softly. The anticipation built, a tangible force in the room.

“That feels so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers, a slow, deliberate exploration before I plunged my tongue into her mouth, drawing her in with a passionate, demanding kiss. She pulled me closer, her body relaxing against mine, a wave of heat radiating from her skin. We stuck our tongues into each other's mouths, a primal exchange of pleasure, a shared release of tension.

“You’re a tease,” I murmured, pulling back slightly. “Let’s get serious.” With a decisive movement, she pulled me onto her lap, pinning my weight against her, and shoved her cock deep within her wet, yielding vagina. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, her voice laced with desperate longing.

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I began thrusting with a relentless force, meeting her rhythm, pushing her deeper into ecstasy. Her body writhed and arched, her hips swaying against mine, her nails digging into my back. The vibrations from the vibrator, still nestled between her legs, intensified the sensation, creating a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume us both.

“Oh…oh…fuck me…” she moaned, her voice escalating in pitch, her grip on my arms tightening. I continued to penetrate her with unwavering intensity, sliding in and out, seeking the perfect angle, the optimal pressure. The sweat beaded on her forehead, glistening in the dim light of the room.

“I’m gonna cum,” I announced, my voice strained with exertion.

“Cum in me baby,” she demanded, her voice raw with anticipation. “Fill me with your seed.”

I redoubled my efforts, pushing harder, faster, feeling the pressure building within me, the release imminent. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me," she urged, her body shaking with each thrust. The feeling intensified, becoming unbearable, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to spill over.

“I’m going to explode,” I managed to utter, unable to hold back any longer.

“Let it out, let it all out!” she screamed, pulling me closer, her hands gripping my thighs with ferocious intensity.

As I finally surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, a torrent of cum erupted from my body, flooding her vagina, filling her completely. She let out a primal shriek, a guttural cry of pure bliss. The vibrations from her own body, coupled with the lingering pleasure of the vibrator, created a feedback loop of intense sensation.

When the wave subsided, she pulled me closer still, wrapping her arms around me in a desperate embrace. “Oh, oh, oh, OHHHH, OHHHHHH!” she moaned, her orgasm washing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and weak. She tossed the vibrator onto the bed, a silent testament to the pleasure she had just experienced, and pulled me into her even tighter.

“Fuck me!” she demanded, her voice hoarse.

I responded with immediate and unyielding force, resuming my assault on her pussy, pushing her harder, deeper, seeking another round of intense pleasure. Her body pulsed with every thrust, her moans growing louder, closer together, a testament to her unyielding desire.

"Oh yes, fuck me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Fuck my pussy hard!”

I could feel my own orgasm approaching, a burning sensation building in my throat, a primal urge that demanded release. "I'm gonna cum," I declared, unable to contain my excitement.

“Cum in me baby. Fill me with your seed,” she urged, her body trembling with anticipation.

I continued to stimulate her, sliding in and out, feeling the intense pleasure radiating from her body. Her moans intensified, reaching a fever pitch, her hips gyrating wildly as she attempted to control her arousal.

“Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she shrieked, her voice echoing through the room.

As my own orgasm finally erupted, a deluge of semen poured from my body, flooding her vagina, filling her completely. We collapsed on top of each other, gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, a potent reminder of the intense pleasure we had just shared.

We looked at each other, our eyes locked in a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection we had forged through this shared experience. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice equally filled with affection.

As we slowly rose to our feet, we got dressed, the act of changing clothes feeling almost ritualistic. She pulled on her pants, fastening the buttons and zipper, but without the usual undergarment. “I think I’ll try to go like this to work too,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a wave of pleasure washing over me. It was hot, undeniably hot, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a new, exciting chapter in our relationship. And as we headed out the door, ready to face the day, I couldn't help but smile, already anticipating the next time we could indulge in such a deliciously forbidden pleasure. The memory of our shared ecstasy lingered, a potent reminder that sometimes, the most memorable experiences come from the most unexpected places. And as I looked at my wife, her face radiant with happiness, I knew that this doctor's appointment had not just been a routine check-up, but a pivotal moment in our lives, a testament to the power of desire, pleasure, and the thrill of breaking free from convention.

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