Client Dinner Delight

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the tension simmering beneath my skin. It had been one of those weeks, a relentless churn of deadlines, demanding clients, and the constant, exhausting demands of raising teenagers. My wife, Sarah, deserved a reprieve, a moment of peace, and honestly, so did I. So, when her business associates invited us out for dinner, I’d accepted without hesitation, desperate for a brief escape from the daily grind. The evening had been pleasant, filled with laughter, good food, and the easy camaraderie of shared experience. Now, back home, the scent of her perfume still clung faintly to the air, a potent reminder of the warmth I’d felt just hours before.

The kids were asleep, mercifully oblivious to the passionate encounter that had just transpired. We’d stripped down quickly, discarding the remnants of the day like unwanted clothing. As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut, Sarah had fallen onto my chest, her head finding a comfortable resting place against my chest. The anticipation built as her hands began to explore, her fingers teasing and teasing, knowing exactly what I craved. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build, my muscles tightening, my breath catching in my throat. I responded with fervent strokes of my own, my arousal escalating with every touch. The rhythm of our bodies synchronized, a primal dance of desire.

We rolled onto our sides, facing each other, a silent understanding passing between us. Sarah’s grip on my cock and balls was firm, demanding, a blatant invitation to pleasure. I took her lead, intensifying my own ministrations, feeling the delicious heat radiate through my body. With a shared glance, we shifted positions, finding a comfortable balance. I began to massage her rear end, feeling the curve of her hips, the tautness of her muscles. As I moved my hands upwards, I introduced a generous helping of warming lubricant, slick and fragrant, enhancing the sensations. The anticipation reached a fever pitch, both of us lost in the escalating pleasure. We took turns stroking each other, the movements becoming more frantic, more urgent. Then, the inevitable happened. We both began to moan, lost in the throes of our arousal, completely consumed by the moment. The sounds were muffled, a private symphony of lust and longing.

As her first orgasm arrived, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, her body convulsing with release. I instinctively pulled back, giving her space to savor the experience. But my intentions were far from over. With a playful smirk, I reached for her, my fingers gently tracing the contours of her body. “Aaah, that feels so good, ooh,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. I continued my ministrations, alternating between deep, forceful thrusts and lingering caresses, feeding her desire with every touch. Her body arched and writhed, responding to my every move. The air crackled with electricity, a tangible manifestation of our mutual excitement.

Determined to push the boundaries of pleasure, I asked her to get on all fours, positioning myself between her legs. The sensation was exquisite, the heat radiating from her body intensifying as I slid upwards, my cock meeting her eager pussy. The world narrowed to the feel of her wet, welcoming flesh against my skin. She arched her back, her clit throbbing with anticipation. I grabbed both her ankles, holding her captive as I proceeded to pleasure her with unrelenting force. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with each thrust, her pleasure growing more intense with every passing moment. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she exploded, and I relished the anticipation of her ultimate release.

Finally, the inevitable happened. Her first orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, sending shockwaves through her entire body. She let out a primal scream, a desperate plea for more. Without hesitation, I withdrew, turning my attention to her clit, which had ballooned to an impressive size. I rubbed it gently, teasing her with my fingers, encouraging her to reach back for me. “Oh fuck, oh ooh, fuck, I wish I could scream,” she choked out, her voice laced with desperate longing. As she desperately reached back, I obliged, plunging my cock into her depths with a renewed sense of urgency. Her body convulsed as she let loose a second, even more powerful orgasm, shaking violently against my grip. The intensity of her pleasure was breathtaking, leaving me breathless and spent.

The experience had left us both completely saturated, the remnants of our passion clinging to our bodies. I couldn’t hold out much longer myself, and I asked her to turn around and put my cock in her mouth. She hesitated for a moment, then, succumbing to my insistent plea, she slipped her warm, moist lips over my throbbing cockhead. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of heat, moisture, and intense stimulation. I encouraged her, “Suck my cock baby, suck my cock,” my voice hoarse with pleasure. She began to suck with a frantic intensity, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body arching in response to my every movement. I felt my shaft hardening even further, driven by her relentless pursuit of pleasure.

As she continued to suck, she pulled me closer, positioning herself on her back at the edge of the bed. I stood next to her, watching her bobbing head as she continued her passionate pursuit of pleasure. This was more than I could handle, and I couldn’t help but admire her dedication to the moment. I pulled out and she immediately grabbed my throbbing cock, her hands tightening their grip, her body trembling with anticipation. She stroked me with long, languid strokes, her touch both gentle and insistent, pushing me closer to the brink of another release. Within seconds, my cum erupted, showering her hand, arm, and even her tit in a torrent of pure pleasure. I collapsed onto the bed next to her, exhausted but completely satisfied.

The next morning, as I was settling into my work emails, my phone rang. It was Sarah, her voice laced with amusement. “Thanks for my million orgasms last night, babe!” she exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the phone. A wave of warmth washed over me, a testament to the powerful connection we shared. The rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to peek through the clouds, casting a golden glow over the room. As I looked over at my beautiful, naked wife, I knew that this was just the beginning of our passionate journey together. The memories of last night would linger long after the physical sensations had faded, a constant reminder of the exquisite pleasure we had found in each other's arms. It was truly an awesome gift, and one that I would cherish forever.

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