Chocolate Chaos Downstairs

Honey, can you come downstairs? I spilled all over, and I could use a hand,” Holly called up to Pete from the living room. Fearing the worst, he quickly came downstairs and noticed right away that all the drapes were shut in the middle of this Saturday afternoon. The air hung thick with a strange, sweet scent, a mixture of chocolate and something undeniably primal. He turned a corner, and then stopped dead in his tracks. There, sprawled across the plush leather of the sofa, was his wife… stark naked, her creamy white skin glistening under the dim light. And smeared all over her, in thick, decadent rivulets, was a generous amount of dark chocolate sauce. A slow, deliberate pout curved her lips as she regarded him. “I’m sorry to bother you, sweetie,” she said, her voice a husky murmur, “Do you mind helping me clean up?”

Pete started to peel off his work shirt, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead. “I better get my work attire on. This looks like a messy job,” he muttered, feeling a confusing mix of embarrassment and an escalating sense of anticipation. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he noticed a small, half-empty bottle of vanilla-scented body spray sitting on the coffee table. He grabbed it, instinctively knowing what she wanted.

Approaching Holly cautiously, he began to lick the first spot of chocolate, just under the front of her neck. It was surprisingly rich and smooth, clinging to her skin like liquid velvet. She moaned with delight, her hand instinctively reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. Pete’s chocolate-glazed lips raised to Holly’s face as they began a deep, delicious kiss, their tongues dancing a passionate waltz. The scent of chocolate intensified, mingling with the sweet aroma of vanilla as they lost themselves in the moment.

Holly pulled Pete against her body, her weight pressing firmly against his chest. His flaccid, but growing, cock pressed firmly against the sensitive skin of her bald labia. “Excuse me; I have a job to do here,” she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper. Pete peeled his syrupy body apart from his wife’s, taking a moment to survey the scene before him. He began to bathe the top of her chest with long, languid strokes of his tongue, tracing the curve of her collarbone and the subtle swell of her breasts. Then, he moved to her chocolate-smeared breasts and began to lick her delicious tits and growing, erect nipples. Holly let out an involuntary “Ohhhh, Fuuuuuuuuck!” – a primal sound of pure pleasure that vibrated through the room.

Pete came up for air, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, his voice slightly breathless. Holly grabbed his now longer and more semi-erect dick with her chocolatey hand, holding it securely. “I am! More than you know! But be careful you don’t get yourself too messy,” she warned, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

Holly lay on her back on the leather sofa, her body relaxed and inviting. Pete knelt next to her, continuing to lick chocolate off of her stomach, thighs, tits, and pubic mound. The decadent sweetness coated his tongue, intensifying his desire. She started moaning out loud and humping the air, a rhythmic, insistent rhythm that drew him further into the experience. Pete took the clue, his tongue finding the delicious (and juicy) folds of Holly’s pussy. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer, and said, “Yes, oh yes!”

He continued rapidly licking her clit and reached up to pinch her left nipple. Holly started caressing her right breast, her fingers tracing the contours of her curves. “Don’t stop!” she urged, her voice laced with anticipation.

Her moaning got louder and quicker. “Oh yes! I’m so close! Here it comes! Make me cum hard! Fuuuuuuuuck!” A wave of flowing green and blue colors swirled in her head as the crash of orgasmic intensity made her whole body shake. She arched her back, letting out a final, desperate groan.

After she caught her breath, Pete stood up with his cock at full attention. Holly said, “I need to clean you off, you sexy beast,” so he stepped closer to her face. Still on her back, she seized and inserted his erection into her mouth. The deliciousness of tasting his dick head with a few splashes of chocolate mixed in overwhelmed her, so much so that she reached down to start playing with her pussy again.

The sight turned Pete on to the extreme. He started thrusting his dick lightly in and out of her mouth, knowing he wouldn’t last long. The chocolate from her skin clung to his body, adding another layer of decadent pleasure. Holly was moving it around, letting it shoot all over her face, even a little in her hair.

Holly took a finger swipe of cum off her cheek and said, “I’ll take care of this cleanup.” She slowly sucked and savored the sensuous semen, saying “Mmmmm.”

As she continued to explore her pleasure, Pete grabbed the bottle of vanilla-scented body spray and spritzed a generous amount over her body. The sweet, floral scent mingled with the chocolate and semen, creating a complex and intoxicating aroma. Holly shrieked with delight, clutching his head and pulling him closer. “Keep going,” Pete urged her. “I’m so close!”

She said, “Come on, baby. I need your vanilla spray to go with my chocolate! Give it to me. Cum for me. Cum on my face! Do it!”

Pete had given Holly a facial only once before, and it was sexy, but more of a blowjob misfire than something planned. For the first time, Holly had asked for it. And yes… that did the trick.

Pete grunted. Creamy white cum started rhythmically bursting from his hard dick, coating Holly’s face, including a little in her hair. He continued his assault, pushing further and harder, determined to satisfy her every whim.

Holly took a finger swipe of cum off her cheek and said, “I’ll take care of this cleanup.” She slowly sucked and savored the sensuous semen, saying “Mmmmm.” Pete, feeling the heat building within him, continued to push, his body a blur of movement and pleasure. The chocolate and vanilla scents mingled, creating a symphony of arousal that intensified their passion.

As his climax approached, Pete felt a surge of primal energy coursing through his veins. He let out a final, guttural roar as he reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, his body convulsing with the release. Holly, now completely spent, lay motionless on the sofa, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. Pete gently removed his erection from her mouth, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked down at her, a mixture of tenderness and desire in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he whispered, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

Holly slowly opened her eyes, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. “Never better,” she murmured, her voice husky with pleasure. She reached out and took his hand, pulling him closer. “Let’s clean up this mess together,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

They spent the next hour meticulously cleaning up the chocolate, licking every last drop from the sofa, the coffee table, and even their own bodies. As they worked side by side, lost in their shared pleasure, they realized that the messy, chaotic scene was the most beautiful thing they had ever created. The scent of chocolate and vanilla lingered in the air, a testament to their passionate encounter, a reminder of the night they spilled all over each other and found themselves utterly, completely lost in the depths of their desires.

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