Crimson Tide: Fifth Day's Delight

The scent of lavender and old leather hung in the air, a familiar comfort after four days of pure, unadulterated pleasure. We were back in our own bed, the sheets tangled around our bodies like a lover's embrace. Last night had been a blur of heat and lust, but this morning, nestled against Melody’s warmth, a contented sigh escaped my lips. I gently cupped her full breasts, feeling the delicate swell beneath her silk pajama top. The fabric shifted slightly as I moved my hand, teasing the sensitive skin. A shiver ran through me as she responded, her fingers tracing circles on my chest, a silent invitation to continue. Lost in the moment, I drifted off to sleep, my hand lingering beneath her top, captivated by the sheer volume of her luscious curves.

When I awoke, the lingering warmth remained, and a familiar desire pulsed through me. I reached back under her top, my fingertips tracing the contours of her breasts once more. She arched her back slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she brushed my hand lovingly, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Do you want another romp?” I asked, my voice husky with anticipation.

“Why not?” she replied, rolling over with a playful groan and lifting her top, granting me full access to her magnificent bounty. The sight was intoxicating, a wave of heat washing over me as I devoured her titty treat. Their sweetness was enhanced by the lingering scent of arousal, a testament to our recent passion. We moved on to deep, passionate kisses, the soft pressure of our lips building a crescendo of desire. Then, without a word, we stripped down, discarding our clothes with reckless abandon, eager to lose ourselves in the moment.

Back on the bed, we plunged into a whirlwind of tongue-tangling kisses, each touch igniting a fresh wave of pleasure. My hands explored the delicate folds of her body, while my mouth relentlessly caressed her tits, drawing forth moans of delight. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, my voice a low rumble.

“Please fuck me!” Melody pleaded, her voice breathless with anticipation. Her legs parted, revealing the raw, vulnerable beauty of her vulva, glistening with moisture. I mounted her body in the missionary position, feeling the power surge through me as my cock slid between her swollen labia. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the feeling of her readiness palpable. I entered, and she thrust forward with a desperate urgency, her body a living instrument of pleasure. The rhythm was perfect, a primal dance of pleasure and submission.

As we continued, a deep groove formed, a symphony of moans and grunts filling the room. We shifted into our go-to perpendicular “X position,” finding a new level of intimacy as we worked together, pushing and pulling, each movement intensifying the pleasure. Her breathing grew ragged, her muscles tense with exertion, as I dug deeper, feeding my own needs and hers. The heat built, a searing inferno consuming us both.

Then, it happened. The dam broke, and I erupted in a torrent of ecstasy. My orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a volcanic explosion of pleasure that shook my entire body. I came hard and long, lost in the throes of sensation, my mind blank, my body completely consumed by the moment. My release was so intense, so profound, that it felt as though a part of my soul had been ripped away and replaced with pure, unadulterated bliss.

As I slid out of her now leaking pussy, I couldn't help but let out a triumphant yell. The sight of my cum slowly flowing out of her pussy, glistening in the dim light, was a thing of beauty, a testament to our shared pleasure. The aroma was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and raw desire. I watched, mesmerized, as it pooled between her lovely labia, a sticky, glistening testament to our recent encounter. I wondered if other husbands found this view of their wife’s cum-leaking pussy equally stimulating. It certainly wasn't something I could get tired of.

Melody, still wired from the intense pleasure, immediately offered me her tits, her hands gently supporting my weight. After scooping a generous dose of cum from her pussy, I rubbed it on her tits, savoring the sweet, salty taste. Then, I feasted on each tasty titty, letting the pleasure wash over me, feeling my nymph wife respond with another wave of ecstasy. She shared that she had a great orgasm this time as well! WOW! Her own pleasure, reflected in her flushed cheeks and widened eyes, was a further delight.

“The last five days have been an AMAZING FUCKING RIDE!” I proclaimed, feeling a surge of gratitude for this incredible woman who had shared this experience with me.

“They have,” Melody agreed, her voice still thick with pleasure.

“Of course YOU were my ride!” I joked, pulling her close for a passionate kiss.

“I had a good time with my husband!” she said, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

We both felt a profound sense of satisfaction, a deep connection forged through shared pleasure and mutual desire. It wasn’t just about the physical act of sex; it was about the emotional intimacy, the trust, and the joy we found in each other's company. We were two souls intertwined, united by a passion that burned brighter with each passing moment.

Later that evening, as we watched our Alma Mater’s men’s basketball team crush their opponents, I decided to surprise Melody with a birthday present. I retrieved a package from the bedroom, hiding its contents from her as I returned to the living room. "I have four presents for you," I announced, a mischievous glint in my eyes. Counting the cupless lingerie I had purchased, it turned out there were actually five.

Melody looked serious when she said, “I don’t NEED any presents. I just got seven presents!”

I stared at her, trying to decipher her meaning. Then, she offered me her cute, wicked smile, and the truth dawned on me. On our honeymoon, the first time I came inside her pussy (when she gifted me her virginity) she referred to my cum in her pussy as her “present.” So her joke just now was referring to the number of times we had made love and how many times I had filled her pussy with my semen over the last five days of sexual ecstasy! I gotta love my marriage to this kind, intelligent, and passionate nymph!

We knew this week wouldn’t be like this one every time, but we both thoroughly enjoyed the untamed, erotic, and loving experience. And we made some unforgettable memories along the way. Now, as I held her close, feeling her warmth against mine, I knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of shared pleasure and devotion. The scent of lavender and old leather still lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the incredible journey we had just completed, and the endless possibilities that lay ahead.

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