Chocolate Kissed Nipple Cream

The scent of chocolate hung heavy in the air, a delicious, almost sinful aroma that clung to Melodie’s skin. Yesterday, we’d completely revamped our bedroom, a collaborative effort between Melodie and our daughter, Sarah. I, of course, was relegated to the sidelines, a silent observer to their industrious chaos. This morning, Melodie had promised me a surprise, a clandestine pleasure that ignited a flicker of anticipation within me. As I reached for her, my fingers brushed against something unexpectedly tangy, a vibrant chocolate flavor clinging to her nipples.

It was then, as she erupted in a fit of infectious laughter, that she revealed the source: a tiny, Carmex-like container filled with chocolate-flavored nipple cream. Sarah, bless her adventurous spirit, had recommended it, citing its potential for enhancing our intimacy. We’d barely used it in years, but the thought of its return, a decadent surprise, sent shivers down my spine. The creamy texture, the intense chocolate scent, it was a sensory overload, a blatant invitation to indulge. Melodie’s motor immediately kicked into high gear, her body responding with a palpable eagerness.

She immediately demanded the G-spot vibe, her clitoris buzzing with the insistent rhythm of her bullet vibrator. Simultaneously, I continued my exploration, licking those delectable chocolate nipples, lost in the sensation of her mounting excitement. As she ascended to the peak of Mount O, a violent, frantic series of jerks signaled a monumental orgasm. The sheer force of her pleasure was intoxicating.

Instinctively, I shifted into the X position, lying on my side, facing her anxious pussy, while she lay back on her back, our bodies angled at right angles. We slid together, the friction building until I filled her love tunnel, continuing our passionate encounter long after her initial release. Her Kegel hug and energetic twerking sent me spiraling upwards, conquering my own summit atop Mount O! The heat, the pressure, the sheer abandon of the moment—it was exhilarating.

During the pause, a moment of breathless respite, Melodie began to reminisce, her voice laced with a playful nostalgia. “Remember having sex at those wildlife sanctuaries with me in the car and you standing outside, taking me from behind?” she asked, her fingers tracing the contours of my chest as she massaged my nipples.

“Yes, of course I do,” I replied, my body still humming with the echoes of our shared pleasure.

Her gaze drifted into the distance, a faraway look in her beautiful eyes. “And sex in the Lake Powell room, and in the Miner’s Cabin, and in the Bridal Veil Falls room.” She sighed, a wistful expression crossing her face, before abruptly pulling me back to the present. “There was me giving you oral in the woods on our second anniversary and us returning to the mountain lodge where we spent our honeymoon and having great sex again! There was making love at my family’s ranch with the window open when everyone else was gone. There was making love underground at Coober Pedy, with the opals glistening in the walls and ceiling. And remember the tropical resort in Darwin? That was some good sex there…”

Her list continued, a relentless cascade of erotic memories, each one more scandalous than the last. It was a breathtaking, almost overwhelming testament to our shared past, igniting a fresh wave of desire within me. Melodie rubbed my stomach with her fingertips, her touch sending shivers down my spine as she worked her way down, gently taking hold of my shaft and initiating a slow, deliberate pumping action. It was a slow burn, a building anticipation that only intensified the pleasure to come.

As she continued her list, “Then there’s making love in the Christmas tree lights every year in our sexy Mr. & Mrs. Claus outfits. There was me giving you oral in the woods on our second anniversary and us returning to the mountain lodge where we spent our honeymoon and having great sex again!” Her touch was insistent, demanding, pulling me deeper into her world of sensual delights. The sheer volume of our past encounters was astounding, a testament to the depth and breadth of our passion.

She paused, her eyes locked on mine, a playful glint in their depths. “You know the rule… if you can, then do!” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation.

Without hesitation, I climbed onto her, savoring the view, admiring the curve of her body beneath the soft glow of the bedroom lights. I scooped out a generous portion of our mango-flavored protein shake from her still leaking pussy and rubbed it onto her ripe raspberries, a decadent combination of sweet and salty, creamy and citrusy. As I licked and savored the erotic taste, her body writhed with pleasure. “Mmmmm!” I exclaimed, “Mango-chocolate-flavored boobies!”

Her snicker was a sweet, melodious sound, a confirmation of the deliciousness she experienced. As I mounted her, thrusting deep into her hard, she let out a moan of pure ecstasy. “Oh!” she cried, “It’s gonna be like that!” Then, as if on cue, she began counter-thrusting, her movements frantic and insistent, while simultaneously twerking to enhance my pleasure and bring me to the summit once more during intercourse. The intensity of her arousal was palpable, radiating through her entire body.

Of course, I came even stronger than my first time in the sex session! It probably wasn’t possible, but it FELT like even more semen erupted out of me into her than during my first trip up Mount O! The sheer volume was astounding, a testament to the depth of my passion.

But she was still wired, so we weren't done yet! I moved to lie beside her on my side, scooping out more mango-flavored cummy to spread on her nipples. I tasted her closest boobie, and there was still a hint of chocolate melding with the mango flavor. Then I licked it off as she again buzzed her clit with her bullet vibe—and she came strongly again!

As the final echoes of our shared pleasure faded, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude, a profound appreciation for the miracle of our love. In fact, we were both grateful for the blessings that had kept us in mortality together, allowing us to experience such a wonderful friendship, companionship, partnership, and intense, loving intimate relations.

“BTW I originally purchased the chocolate nipple cream on the recommendation of another MH reader,” I said, a wry smile playing on my lips. The thought of the anonymous MH reader who had inadvertently set us on this path filled me with amusement. This was more than just a single night of pleasure; it was a celebration of our enduring love, a testament to the power of shared intimacy, and a delicious reminder of the simple joys that life has to offer.

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