Cassidy's Command: A Weekend Ritual

The first weekend they’d had to themselves in over a month felt like a stolen moment, a brief reprieve from the relentless demands of their lives. Yet, Pietro found himself meticulously showering, preparing for a party his wife, Cassidy, had practically dragged him to. He wasn’t aware of the host’s identity, nor did he care; the very thought was callous, but there was no avoiding reality. He wanted one thing—well, several, really. The first on his list was a weekend at home with no one but his wife. With his family visiting from Italy for two weeks, church obligations looming the following weekend, and the usual assortment of couples seeking company, the last thing on Pietro’s mind was joining a stranger’s gathering. He couldn’t recall Cassidy mentioning much about the party’s purpose, let alone who was hosting it.

He finished the warm water rinse, banishing the lingering soap from his olive skin before emerging from the shower. A glance in the mirror revealed a distorted reflection, triggering the familiar body dysmorphia that Cassidy constantly dismissed. He lived in the gym, a fact he acknowledged with a reluctant gratitude for his wife's constant reminders of his physique. He wanted more muscle, a testament to his strength and virility, and at 5’10” with a solid 207-pound frame, he felt fortunate. The wide shoulders and powerful legs were a product of countless hours spent under the iron, fueled by the knowledge that he possessed the most beautiful woman on the planet.

From the bedroom came the thumping bass of Foreign Things by Amber Mark, a soundtrack to Cassidy’s preparations for the party. She was topless, lost in her own world, swaying her hips in time with the rhythm. The ample cheeks she possessed were captivating, and her thick, hand-crafted ass, enhanced by lunges, squats, and Bulgarian split squats, was a constant source of admiration. Pietro, mesmerized by the sight, leaned against the bathroom doorpost, his wet legs crossed at the ankle. The towel he’d grabbed near the door now hung loosely around his waist, a silent testament to his arousal.

Cassidy’s dance shifted her position, turning her away from him as she tossed a collection of items onto his side of the bed. As he tore his gaze from her ass, he noticed one item was heavier than the others, causing the down comforter to sink and obscure his view. Whatever they were, he needed a few more moments of solitude to savor the anticipation. His mind was empty, consumed by the spectacle, but his cock was standing at full attention, its presence causing the towel around his waist to tent outward.

Cassidy’s dance drew her back, her eyes meeting his gaze and widening in amusement. He bit his lower lip, a playful smirk spreading across his face as he mirrored her movements. She reached out, grasping his hand and pulling him closer, matching her steps with his. They leaned in, sharing a passionate kiss that left no room for doubt.

After exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues, Pietro kept his lips close to Cassidy’s slender neck, kissing it between words and sentences, deepening the connection. “My love,” he said with his thick Italian accent, planting more kisses on her neck before shifting his attention to the other side of her body. More kisses gave way to playful licks, his breath hot against her skin.

Within seconds of being in her arms, Cassidy’s pussy was already saturated. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and she fought desperately to maintain control, keeping her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Despite the towel separating them, she could feel his manhood pulsing against her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. She strained against his grip, desperate to break free and escape the confines of her husband’s embrace.

Pietro feigned a look of sadness, releasing her gently while still devouring her with his gaze. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “Is something bothering you?” As he watched her struggle, his own arousal intensified, the desire to possess her growing stronger with each passing moment. “Tell me,” he urged, pulling her back to him and wrapping his arms around her neck.

Cassidy, unable to resist his pull, relaxed her grip, allowing him to continue his advance. He pulled her closer, matching her movements and deepening the kiss. Her eyes widened as she realized the extent of his desire, and she let out a small moan of pleasure.

“I don’t want to go,” Pietro said, planting more kisses on her neck before switching to the other side. “My God, you smell amazing.” More kisses gave way to playful licks between his heavy breaths. The rhythmic sounds of their passion filled the room, a testament to their connection.

Just as he was about to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, Cassidy abruptly pulled away, breaking the spell. Her legs uncurled, and she stepped back, holding her breath as if bracing for an impact. Pietro, caught off guard, paused, his body frozen in anticipation.

“Something for new members, and Erin, Pastor Mark’s wife, has been dying for us to come by. She’s looking to make friends. Mark is an anime geek, just like you, and it’d be great to have some young-couple friends like us, right?” Cassidy explained, her voice laced with playful excitement.

“I can’t say no to you,” Pietro said, shaking his head with a bright smile, knowing he’d lost the battle. He couldn’t resist the allure of her infectious enthusiasm. “And…” she continued, pointing at a collection of accessories on the bed. “I have a couple of things I want you to wear. You know, just for me. And, of course, commando.”

Pietro’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a playful smirk dancing across his face. He quickly assessed the items: a bright yellow sundress, a silicone cock ring, and a stainless steel ball weight. It was an unexpected request, but one he found undeniably appealing. He pulled her back to his side of the bed, taking her hand and pulling her closer. “I’ll go on two conditions,” he said, kissing each of her tits before returning his gaze to her. “Number one: you wear that yellow sundress. I love seeing you in it.”

Cassidy mimicked deep thought before nodding in agreement. “Done. Number two?”

Pietro licked his lips as he studied Cassidy’s body, his eyes lingering on her curves. Slowly, he uttered, “You put those two gifts on me, and then look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t rather we stay here and fuck each other senseless.”

Succumbing to the growing thought of staying in and abandoning the party, Cassidy looked quizzically at her husband. “What is it for, and who’s throwing it?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Cassidy pulled Pietro by the hand, leading him to his side of the bed. “Something for new members, and Erin, Pastor Mark’s wife, has been dying for us to come by. She’s looking to make friends. Mark is an anime geek, just like you, and it’d be great to have some young-couple friends like us, right?”

“I can’t say no to you,” Pietro said, shaking his head with a bright smile, knowing he’d lost the battle. He couldn’t resist the allure of her infectious enthusiasm.

As he was about to accept, Cassidy turned and moved to the side of the bed, picking up the yellow sundress and tossing it onto his lap. She then grabbed the silicone cock ring and the stainless steel ball weight. Pietro’s eyes widened in anticipation, and he eagerly awaited the next step.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” he said, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned in, her body responding to his touch, and he began to adjust the items as he wanted them. The yellow sundress was first, sliding down her hips and revealing her ample curves. She giggled as she adjusted the straps, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The silicone cock ring was next, placed firmly around his cock, causing a pleasant tingling sensation. Finally, he added the stainless steel ball weight, securing it around his base, the cool metal a stark contrast to his heated flesh.

As he secured the items, Cassidy continued to tease him, pulling on his hair and playfully pushing him back and forth. The anticipation built within him, fueled by her actions. He knew he couldn’t resist the urge to succumb to his desires, and he waited for the opportune moment to strike.

Just as he was about to lose control, Cassidy pulled him close, her breath hot against his ear. She whispered in his ear, “Ready for some fun?” He grunted in response, unable to contain his excitement. With a swift movement, he rolled onto his back, pulling her over him and positioning himself for maximum pleasure.

Cassidy placed her hands on his hips, pulling him closer as she began to rub his chest. Her touch ignited a fire within him, sending shivers down his spine. He responded by licking her face, savoring the taste of her lips and the warmth of her breath. The world faded away as he lost himself in the sensation of her touch, the yellow sundress clinging to his skin, the silicone ring amplifying his pleasure, and the stainless steel ball weight adding an extra layer of intensity.

The heat built within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. He struggled to maintain control, his muscles tensing as he fought to contain his arousal. But it was no use; the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. He let out a primal scream as he lost all sense of self, surrendering himself completely to the moment.

As he reached the peak of ecstasy, he found himself rolling on the bed, his body convulsing with pleasure. Cassidy continued to rub his chest, her hands moving rhythmically against his flesh. The sounds of their passion filled the room, a symphony of moans, groans, and gasps. The yellow sundress tore slightly as he writhed, the silicone ring digging deeper into his cock, and the stainless steel ball weight adding an extra layer of sensation.

Finally, as his body began to slow down, Pietro pulled himself up, gasping for air. He looked down at Cassidy, her face flushed with exertion. A satisfied smile spread across his lips as he realized the extent of their shared pleasure. The yellow sundress was ripped to shreds, the silicone ring still clinging to his cock, and the stainless steel ball weight lay discarded on the bed beside him.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and savoring the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The room was filled with the lingering scent of arousal and the sounds of their contented sighs. As they drifted off to sleep, they knew that this stolen moment of intimacy would forever remain etched in their memories. It was a testament to their love, their passion, and their shared desire for pleasure.

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