Crimson Nut Hunt

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a relentless percussion that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. Last December, our little rendezvous had been a spark, a delicious transgression fueled by stolen glances and whispered promises. But this weekend… this weekend felt different, charged with an intensity that threatened to consume us both.

The scent of pine and rain hung heavy in the air as I lay naked on our king-sized bed, the plush velvet cool against my skin. Dickie, my husband, was beside me, his muscular frame a solid presence against my back. He was back to full strength, his breathing deep and regular as he stroked my belly, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I arched my back, digging my nails into his chest, reveling in the heat radiating from his body.

Then, she entered, a vision in a near-transparent, skin-tight nightie that clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric barely concealed her ample breasts, the delicate lace straps showcasing their generous size. A playful smile danced on her lips as she straddled me, her gaze lingering on my face before she leaned down for a kiss. Her touch was light, teasing, but it ignited a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment. She quickly shed the flimsy garment, leaving only her skin and a pair of gloriously perky tits that begged for attention. Her hands rose above her head, her tits standing proud and firm, nipples straining to be caressed. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned down again, brushing her nipples across my face, a slow, deliberate dance that sent waves of pleasure washing over me. She let me kiss and suck them, savoring the salty taste of her skin and the raw, animalistic desire that pulsed through my veins. Then, sliding slowly down, her hardened nipples gently tickled my torso, a tantalizing prelude to the storm that was about to erupt. They enveloped my throbbing cock, a perfect fit, a feeling so intense it felt like my very soul was vibrating. She pushed them together, gently massaging my cock, knowing exactly how close I was to losing control.

Suddenly, she shifted, moving back up to mount me, swallowing my entire member into her wet, hot pussy. The world narrowed down to the feel of her body against mine, the rhythmic contractions, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Then, leaning forward, she allowed me to play with her tits again. First, she pulled on my nipples, the sharp pain a welcome distraction from the mounting pressure inside me. Then, I opened my mouth wide, eager to see how much she would yield. I sucked each nipple as it slowly slipped out, savoring the taste of her skin and the anticipation building within me. Finally, I held tightly to the remaining nipple, nibbling on it before switching to the other. A low groan escaped her lips as she pulled away, sitting upright and increasing the speed of her ride. Her tits began to sway in the candlelight, a hypnotic dance that fueled my own arousal.

I took her by the hips, lifting her off the bed and saying, “Time for squirrel to do a little humping.” Turning her around to kneel before me, I quickly slipped deep within, the familiar rhythm a comforting reassurance amidst the rising tide of desire. Laughing, I said, “Let me see if I can go as fast as him.” And I did, pumping in and out with furious intensity, determined to push her to the brink. She cried out, a primal scream of pleasure, her pussy sucking tightly on me, desperate to meet my relentless assault. Slipping out, I moved my face between her thighs and slipped my tongue into her still pulsing pussy while pulling on her nipples. The friction was exquisite, electrifying. She began to moan again, her voice a desperate plea for more. “Oh, slowly, slowly,” she whimpered, but her body betrayed her words, tensing with anticipation. Soon, she was close to coming again, squeezing my head between her clenching thighs. I tensed, bracing myself for the inevitable. She thrust, a powerful surge that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I licked and ran my tongue deep within her pussy, savoring the sensation as she moaned and came again. Without delay, I turned her over and slipped back in, holding her hips and pounding until she began to buck and yell. “Faster, harder, oooooh!” And as she came, I shot my load, a massive explosion of pleasure that left me weak and breathless. We collapsed together on the bed, tangled in a sweaty embrace, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of our release.

As we curled up to sleep, I said, “If I wake up during the night, I might play with you again.” She kissed me, smiled, and said, “Sure.” I did, waking at about 3 am.

She was lying on her back, sleeping peacefully with her beautiful tits just begging me to play. I gently kissed and fondled each one, then began to massage each nipple, teasing her awake with my touch. It wasn’t long before she spread her thighs apart, inviting me to slip fingers in. As I did, she tightened against my hand. While I quickly plunged in and out, she grabbed my throbbing cock and held tight until she tensed, came and came again, then let Dickie go and curled up to sleep.

The next morning, we got up late and she wandered naked to the kitchen. Just watching her hourglass figure and pert bum and tits moving as she returned with coffee got me hard again. After a light breakfast, she said, “I’m off to have a shower.” I said, “Let’s have a no-undies day.” She wiggled her bum, turned, and laughed. As she washed in our double shower, I thought, “Why not join her?” So I wandered down the hall and got in. My wife looked at me and said, “What’s he want, standing up like that?” As I lathered her tits, down her tum, and around her bum, she began to scrub my boys and play with my dick. She dropped the bubbles and, bending down, said, “Who’s a naughty boy, then?” Then she slid him into her mouth, quickly moving up and down. She knew I was holding on, wanting to enjoy it as long as possible. She took my balls in her hands and played with them as she sucked me very hard. I tensed. Just as I was about to cum, she let go, stood up, and said, “Let’s see how far you can shoot!” She tightly slid her hand up and down, laughing as it shot across the shower and hit the glass. Then she said, “Happy?” She kissed me and added, “Time for you to go so I can finish washing my hair.”

Later that day, we decided to go to an early movie before dinner. She wore a summer dress buttoned down the front but took a cardigan in case the small cinema was cold. It had only a few other couples, and we sat in a double seat in the back row. Not long after it started, she put her hand on my lap and began to rub me. Knowing I was commando, she put her cardigan over me, unzipped me, and began to stroke my growing dick. We could hear moans and sighs from others, which only got us more excited. I undid one of the buttons on her dress over her lap and moved my hand down. She spread her thighs, allowing me to slip fingers in to play with her pussy. As I was getting close to losing control, I looked at her and shook my head. She smiled and simply held me whilst I continued playing in her pussy, trying not to make any noise as my fingers slipped in and out of her wetness. It wasn’t long before she closed her eyes, tensed, and pressed tightly against my fingers. She coughed to cover up a moan as she shuddered, then slowly relaxed again. As we left the cinema, she said, “That was a nice movie. Funny, but I can’t recall watching a lot of it.” We went home for a quick nap, then quickly changed and went to dinner. She wore a low-cut top that sat neatly around her boobs, a loose skirt, and high heels. As we walked to the restaurant, she said, “Hold my arm. I don’t want to trip, or I might show it all.” We returned to the Italian restaurant which served the biggest oysters with white wine. The matron was a largish buxom lady, happy to display her cleavage and lean over men as they were served. My wife whispered, “Are they bigger than mine?” Quietly, I replied, “Yours, on your slim body, look bigger. And you aren’t wearing a bra.” Just watching her sensually eating gave me a hard-on. It was a small restaurant, not conducive to under-the-table games, but that didn’t stop her rubbing and squeezing my dick. As we finished, she said, “Let’s buy some chocolate and wine and go home.” As soon as we were in the door, she undid her skirt which dropped on the floor. Stepping out of it, she lifted her arms, took off her top, and kissed me while I struggled out of my clothes. We moved into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. As she spread her legs and wrapped them around me, I pushed all the way into her warm, wet pussy. Our tongues played with each other. I began to twirl her nipples until she sighed and started pushing against me as I slowly thrust. I was close. Pausing, I withdrew and said, “It’s squirrel time.” She turned and arched her back, lifting her hips from the bed. I grabbed hold of them and drew her tight against me as I slipped deep within, the familiar rhythm a comforting reassurance amidst the rising tide of desire. My hands roved up and down her back and around to cup and play with her tits. We were getting rather hot and wet as I pumped her pussy, until she said, “Let’s rest awhile.” We moved back up on the bed, sipping a little wine and nibbling chocolate. Then, as she lay back on a pillow, I moved down between her thighs and buried my face in her pussy. I caressed her with my tongue until she began to sigh and push up her hips to let me in deep. When my tongue grew tired from playing hard, I slid a favorite vibrator deep within. As I turned the vibe on, she said, “Ooooh, that nice. Make it rather slow. Here, let me do it.” She held it with one hand and slid it in and out while I kissed and played with her nipples. Soon she turned the speed up and pumped it into her as she tensed, moaned, and groaned. Withdrawing it, she said, “Come in. I need to have that silky smooth hard dick in me.” I quickly slipped in, and she said, “Oh, yes. All the way. Quick! Faster, faster!” At the same time, she played with the vibrator on her clit until, in rolling waves, she came and came again. As she held the vibrator up against my throbbing dick, I too exploded and shot my hot load with a shout. It was the climax to an incredible weekend.

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