Bathtime Bliss & Forbidden Desire

“Goodbye. Love you. Be safe. Remember we’ll have tub time tomorrow evening,” my wife’s voice crackled through the phone, ending our conversation as we both drifted off to sleep, miles apart. Her words always did the trick; they ignited a fire in me, a primal urge that only thinking about her could satisfy. As I lay there, picturing her, I couldn’t help but remember the story she’d written on MH last year – “Fun in the Tub.” The image of her in that warm water, those magnificent breasts floating, the sharp points of her nipples, the tautness of her pussy, flooded my mind. A sudden, insistent craving took hold – a burning desire to taste her lips, to lick her hard, throbbing clit. It wasn’t just lust; it was a visceral need, a yearning that pulled at my very core. The thought spiraled into a desperate longing, a desperate need for release.

Twenty-four hours later, the moment arrived. We’d set up our phones, both recording, anticipating this very encounter. She was already in our tub, submerged in a steamy, luxurious bath. My cock was already tense, a hard, eager stone waiting for the release she promised. As I entered the room, she flashed her enormous breasts, teasing me, knowing exactly how to send me into a frenzy. The sight of her soapy body, her perky nipples rising and falling as she massaged her heavy breasts, sent shivers down my spine. After decades together, I still felt the same potent surge of pleasure looking at her naked body. It was an unbelievable display of erotic beauty, an intoxicating blend of sensuality and power that always left me breathless. I was completely rock hard, ready to succumb to the pleasure she held in store.

Positioning myself for a close-up view of my own magnificent cock, I watched as she scooted closer to the camera, ensuring I could capture every detail. My throbbing member pulsed with anticipation, mirroring her own excitement. We began a casual conversation, discussing our day, but beneath the surface, a current of anticipation simmered, drawing us closer to the inevitable. The first dribbles of cum leaked out, a sign of my escalating arousal. As she opened her legs wide, revealing the full expanse of her body, I couldn’t resist the urge to reach for her.

She pulled her favorite shower hose from the wall, aiming the hot water stream directly at her clit. The intense heat and pressure were almost unbearable, but it only intensified my desire. With a smile, she opened her mouth wide, directing the water stream even more intensely. As she did this, her face began to show the unmistakable signs of approaching pleasure. Without a word, we both unleashed our pent-up desires, lost in a symphony of moans and groans as we pushed ourselves closer to the brink.

My cock pulsed faster, harder, as I stroked it with desperate vigor. The hot water, now hitting her clit at a perfect angle, amplified the sensation. Simultaneously, we screamed, letting out primal cries of ecstasy as we both exploded in a torrent of cum. A sticky, white mess coated my body, clinging to my skin as my ballsac swelled and strained. The cum continued to flow, an unstoppable river of pleasure, emptying every last drop from my tight, full ballsac. My wife bucked and writhed in the tub, her big tits bouncing with each powerful contraction. Her nipples remained erect, a testament to her intense pleasure, as her legs stiffened and her entire body shuddered with a thunderous orgasm. She maintained the water flow, milking every last drop of sensation from her vagina.

A long, drawn-out period of recovery followed, both of us lying still, catching our breath, and gazing at each other's cum-covered bodies. The shared experience, the raw release of pleasure, left us both feeling utterly satisfied and deeply connected. It was a testament to the power of desire, the intoxicating allure of intimacy, and the joy of sharing such moments with the one you love. I couldn’t help but marvel at the technology that allowed us to experience this together, even when separated by distance. The thought of being physically with her, to lose myself in her embrace, to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, was almost unbearable. But for now, we had found solace in our shared pleasure, a temporary escape from the constraints of our lives.

As I lay there, lost in my own thoughts, I wondered if there were others out there in similar circumstances, longing for the same kind of connection. How did they cope with the distance, the longing, the frustration? Did they too find solace in virtual intimacy, in shared moments of pleasure that transcended physical presence? The thought sparked a sense of solidarity, a recognition that we were not alone in our desires. We were part of a larger community, bound by a shared passion for pleasure and intimacy, seeking connection in an increasingly disconnected world. And in that moment, as I gazed at my wife’s naked, cum-covered body, I knew that our shared experience was more than just a sexual encounter; it was a symbol of our enduring love, a testament to the power of desire, and a reminder that even in the face of distance, we could still find joy and fulfillment in each other's arms. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intoxicating scent of warm water and the lingering taste of ecstasy, leaving us both lost in a blissful, euphoric state.

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