Burning Desires: Secret Signals

My husband and I love sending texts and calls for our eyes and ears only, messages that make us desire each other. When we do, I get wet, my body aches, and I want to feel my husband inside me right then and there. The wait is hard but worth it.

On one particular day, my husband and I exchanged very private messages and calls. I couldn’t wait for him to get home that night. I had dinner ready for him, and not just food either—I had on a tank top with shorts and decided not to wear any underwear or bra so that I would be ready for him. When I heard his car pull up and our dogs barking, I got excited.

My husband took his shoes off at the door and came over to kiss me. I asked him how his day had gone. “It was good,” he said, “even better with your messages.” He also told me that on his lunch break he had thought about me.

I sat our plates down and said with a wink, “I’ve been waiting for you.” Then I pulled out my breasts. “I have no underthings on,” I whispered.

My husband reached over to grab my breasts. “Let’s eat first. Then I’m going to take a shower. I promise you you’re going to regret doing that,” he said with a smile.

He took out his phone, and as we were eating, he texted me what he was going to do to me. No talking was needed.

It felt like my wetness would leak out into the chair. I pulled up my tank top, again exposing my breasts. “Look at how hard my nipples are for you,” I whispered. I even texted him how wet I was right then and there.

I finished my meal before my husband did; it took a long time for him to finish his as we continued texting back and forth. I asked him how hard he was. He replied that I should know since I was wet and sexy.

The build-up got intense. Even when my husband finished his food, we weren’t done at the table yet. He decided to pull out his dick then text me to touch it. I got up, and when I did, it immediately pointed at me.

I got wetter. I could feel my pussy telling me to hop on. Instead, I looked into my husband’s eyes and started to stroke his dick. A slight moan came from his lips. Then he unexpectedly got up.

“Hey, I’m going to take a shower,” my husband said. “Wanna come?” (Double entendre there.) So we went upstairs together. Before we even got in the shower, I knelt down to put him in my mouth. While I played with his balls, I took him inside as deep as I could.

Little moans escaped from my husband’s mouth. A few minutes later, he pulled me up and kissed my mouth, then my neck, and my breasts. Finally, he guided me into the warm shower.

We soaped each other up all over then rinsed each other off while getting more and more aroused. My husband played with my clit, and I almost lost my balance. The warm water pouring over us added to the sensations.

I played with my husband’s dick until he turned me around and got behind me, trying to put his dick inside me. When he finally got in, I almost dropped to my knees; I had nothing to hold onto to but the shower wall. My vaginal walls wrapped around him like glue. With a slight thrust from him, I felt myself let go. One thrust followed after another, and I couldn’t do it anymore—I was afraid I would lose control and fall.

“Let’s get out and finish this,” I said. “Let’s go to the bed.”

We got out of the shower and dried off, my husband’s penis still very erect and my pussy soaking. Before we even made it to the bed, I got to my knees to suck my husband’s dick again. However this time, we were right in front of our full-length mirror. I watched myself suck my husband off and actually got wetter. He probably caught me looking in the mirror.

“Yes, baby, you suck me off good!” my husband said. “Look at how good you suck me.”

My pussy literally exploded as I looked at myself sucking my husband in the mirror.

“Come here,” my husband said, pulling me up. He rubbed my clit.

“Look at the mirror,” he said. “How much do you like that?”

I took a peek at the mirror. OMG, I got turned on even more. I was watching my husband rub me and myself reacting to him. I felt his finger slide inside me.

“Mmmmmm,” my husband said as he licked my juices off his finger. “You’re so wet and taste so good.” He put two fingers inside me and rubbed my clit. “You like that huh?” my husband said. “Look at how much you like that.”

I looked at the mirror again and went weak in the knees. My body ached. “I wanna feel you!” I said. “Put yourself inside me.”

“You want me inside you?” My husband asked.

“Yes!” I nodded.

My husband continued to rub me and finger fuck me, making me almost delirious. It felt like my pussy was on fire. He moved in and out with a slow, deliberate pace, savoring every moment. I arched my back, letting out small moans of pleasure as he explored every inch of my sensitive flesh. The heat intensified, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

“Come here,” my husband whispered, his voice husky and low. “Let me take you deeper.” As he leaned in, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to lose control and surrender to the overwhelming desire consuming me.

He responded by deepening his penetration, his hand gently caressing my clitoris while his other hand gripped my hips, pulling me closer still. The sensation was exquisite, both raw and intense. A powerful wave of pleasure washed over me, causing me to let out a shriek of pure ecstasy. I clung to him tightly, savoring every moment of this intense encounter.

My husband continued to thrust, his movements becoming more frantic and passionate. Each thrust sent shivers down my spine, leaving me breathless and gasping for air. The world seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the depths of our shared lust. The rhythmic pounding against my body was a symphony of pleasure, a testament to our unbridled desire.

Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, he reached the summit, releasing a torrent of semen deep inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, a release of pent-up tension and longing. I moaned uncontrollably, my body writhing in pleasure. Tears streamed down my face as I succumbed to the sheer intensity of the experience.

“Oh, my god,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “You’re amazing.” My husband responded by gently stroking my body, his touch both gentle and possessive. He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my ear, whispering words of love and adoration.

As we lay intertwined on the bed, exhausted but exhilarated, I knew that this was just the beginning of our passionate journey. The memories of this intense encounter would linger long after we had fallen asleep, serving as a constant reminder of the incredible pleasure we had shared. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had experienced something truly extraordinary. The desire for more, always more, was already building within me, fueling my anticipation for our next encounter.

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