Crimson Hearts, Silent Nights

The insistent buzz of my alarm ripped me from a surprisingly vivid dream – one filled with the scent of pine and the feel of warm skin against mine. It was Tuesday, Valentine’s Day, and the lingering tickle in my throat, a souvenir from a nasty cold I’d battled just days before, was a grim reminder of the disappointment that lay ahead. Twenty years of celebrating this day with my beautiful wife, and this morning felt like a cruel joke. Still, I dragged myself out of bed, determined to make the best of it. After all, she deserved to feel cherished, even if my own desire for passion felt muted.

The day unfolded in a predictable, almost melancholic fashion. We exchanged our usual saccharine cards, a peck on the cheek, and went about our separate routines. Yet, beneath the surface of normalcy, a strange undercurrent of anticipation simmered. My wife, Sarah, had been acting unusually needy all day, clinging to me with an intensity that felt both endearing and unsettling. This morning, she’d confessed to nearly waking me up in the middle of the night, driven by an uncontrollable urge to touch herself. It was a revelation that sent a shiver of both confusion and excitement down my spine. I’d never heard her express such a raw, primal desire before.

As evening approached, the house fell silent, the kids finally tucked into bed. The aroma of roasted beef and potatoes filled the air, a familiar comfort in the face of the lackluster mood. We set the table with our finest china, lit the candles, and queued up our shared playlist of romantic classics. As we ate, Sarah continued to test the boundaries of our intimacy, sending a series of playful, suggestive texts throughout the evening, each one designed to tease and provoke. I found myself increasingly intrigued, caught between the desire for a traditional Valentine’s celebration and the pull of something altogether more intense.

The moment of truth arrived as we moved into the living room. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the silence punctuated only by the crackling of the fireplace. Then, she turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Are you going to join me?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Without hesitation, I nodded. “I will,” I replied, my pulse quickening. “Let’s start with a little warm-up.”

I excused myself to the bathroom, stripping down to my briefs and stepping into the waiting sauna. The heat enveloped me, loosening my muscles and stirring up a potent mix of anticipation and vulnerability. When I returned, Sarah was already inside, clad in a crimson lace nightie and a matching red thong. The sight of her, bathed in the red glow of the heat lamps, ignited a fire within me.

"You look absolutely stunning," I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement.

A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "You think?" she challenged, her voice laced with playful provocation.

We spent a few minutes luxuriating in the heat, letting the sweat build and our bodies relax. Then, we decided to move on, eager to explore the depths of our desires. We stepped out of the sauna, the cool air a welcome contrast to the intense heat. As we shed our clothes, the tension in the room intensified, palpable and electric.

I took the lead, reaching for her hand and guiding her towards the plush king-sized bed. We lay down, tangled together in a passionate embrace, our bodies intertwined and yearning for connection. My hands explored her skin with gentle reverence, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the delicate slope of her thighs. Her response was immediate and fervent, her hands gripping my chest, her nails digging into my flesh. We continued to caress each other, each touch a spark igniting a deeper flame.

As we moved closer, I began to explore her intimately, my lips tracing the contours of her neck, her ears, and the sensitive skin of her lower back. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as I swirled my tongue around her nipples, pulling gently on the sensitive tissue. The anticipation built, reaching a fever pitch as I prepared to unleash my desire.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I drew back her nightie, revealing her flawless skin. I dipped my head and licked her lips, savoring the taste of her sweetness. Then, I slid the thong aside, exposing her petite, perfectly formed clitoris. It was a sight that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through my veins. Without hesitation, I swirled my tongue around her clitoris, teasing and tantalizing her with every movement. She giggled, a soft, breathless sound, as I increased the pressure, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her pleasure center.

"Do you like it when I lick your pussy?" I asked, my voice a low murmur against her ear.

Her response was immediate and unequivocal. "Yes, I love it!" she cried, her voice filled with unbridled delight.

As she relaxed against me, I guided her onto her back, straddling her hips with a confident grip. Her super hot ass was right in my face, adding to the intensity of the moment. With a slow, deliberate motion, I positioned myself above her, my body molding to her form. Then, I lowered her clitoris into my mouth, allowing her to experience the full force of my pleasure.

As she arched her back in response, I began to ride her, pushing deep into her opening while simultaneously taking in a full mouthful of her cock. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as she savored the sensation. We continued to engage in this rhythmic dance of pleasure and submission, both of us lost in the intoxicating intensity of the moment.

My beautiful bride instructed me to lie face down, fully nude so she could give me a massage. Her hands worked their magic, rubbing my shoulders, the stubborn knot behind my shoulder, down my lower back before working my glutes and thighs. She finished by reaching under me and massaging my balls. We switched positions, but I warned her I didn’t think I could give her a fair massage tonight. She was far too sexy for that, and I was about to cum already!

I straddled her ass and rubbed her shoulders, neck, head, and upper back. Far too quickly, my hands worked their way to her ass, then between her legs. I slid one, then two, then three fingers into her pussy. She moaned showing her approval. My cock was so hard and ready to enter her. My bride felt my hard cock sliding between her thighs.

“Can you do me from that angle?” she asked.

Before I could answer, my cock easily slid into her dripping-wet opening. I pushed deep into her, and she moaned with pleasure.

“Do you like this position?” she asked.

“It’s so sexy,” I answered.

“I can see why you’d like it. Go for it!”

I pumped my cock inside her, while she pushed into me to allow me deeper inside her. A few minutes later, I was ready to cum. I wanted her to get the pleasure she needed as well, so I pulled out, lay beside her and rolled her into a spooning position. She used her vibrator on her clit while I thrust into her from behind. As I could feel her body was ready to cum, I pulled out and shot a load of cum onto both her and me as we both came down from our intense climax. We showered together to rinse the cum off of each other and finished off the most unexpected Valentine’s night cuddling together.

Just before we drifted off to sleep, she whispered in my ear, "I’m not done yet. I’m ready for round two as soon as you are.”

We drifted off to sleep, so the second round officially began around 4:00 a.m.!

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