Dark Brew, Dirty Deeds

The insistent chirping of my iPhone’s alarm ripped me from a haze of pleasant exhaustion. Six AM. Not ideal, but the thought of another day in this remote cabin, nestled deep within the snow-dusted peaks of the Rockies, spurred me to action. My wife, Lauren, was already stirring beside me, a pale pink light reflecting off her skin as she sipped her coffee, a well-worn copy of Proust resting on her chest. Her movements were graceful, almost languid, a stark contrast to my own sluggish state. I stretched, pulling my arm across her waist, the familiar weight of her slender form sending a shiver of anticipation through me. The scent of dark roast coffee mingled with her musky fragrance, a heady combination that always set my pulse racing.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” I replied, forcing a smile. The view from the large, panoramic window was breathtaking – a silent, snow-covered world stretching out before us. It was a stark beauty, but one that felt strangely intimate, like a secret shared only between us.

“Want some coffee?” she asked, her gaze lingering on my face. There was an unspoken question hanging in the air, a challenge disguised as an innocent inquiry. I knew exactly what she was getting at. Last night had been a whirlwind of passion, a release of pent-up desires that left us both breathless and utterly spent. The three encounters, each more intense than the last, had left us craving more.

“Sure,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Coffee would be great. Thanks, honey.”

As I reached for the mug, her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity. The pale pink blush rising on her nipples was unmistakable, a blatant invitation. The unspoken demand hung heavy in the air, a promise of pleasure intertwined with a touch of dominance.

“First,” she stated, her voice laced with playful command, “you need to fuck me.”

It wasn’t entirely unexpected. The previous night had been an all-consuming experience, a primal dance of lust and abandon. We'd explored every inch of each other's bodies, pushing our limits and indulging in every fantasy we could conjure. The memory of her wetness, her desperate pleas, and the sheer intensity of her pleasure still lingered in my mind. The thought of revisiting that peak of ecstasy was both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

“So to get my coffee, sex is required?” I clarified, a hint of amusement in my voice.

“Yep,” she confirmed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

My hand instinctively moved to her body, tracing the curve of her spine before gently claiming her. Her skin was warm and yielding beneath my touch, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core. The anticipation built, a slow burn that intensified with each passing moment. She responded with a subtle shiver, her muscles tensing beneath my fingertips.

“Were you touching yourself?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The air crackled with unspoken desires.

A low chuckle escaped her lips. “Yep,” she admitted, her voice laced with a hint of guilt. “Couldn’t help it.”

“Did you cum?” I pressed, unable to resist the urge to push her further.

“Not yet,” she replied, her breath catching in her throat. “But I’m about to.”

I quickly rolled onto my back, tossing the sheet aside to reveal my own arousal. My cock, hard and swollen from the previous night's exertions, hung heavy between my legs. The sight of it must have been enough, because Lauren gasped softly, her eyes widening with pleasure. She quickly grabbed my erect member in her hand and began a slow, deliberate handjob. The rhythmic movements, the gentle pressure, sent shivers down my spine.

“That feels so good,” I offered, my voice choked with desire. “Keep going.”

Her fingers worked their way up my shaft, teasing and tantalizing. I could feel the heat building, the muscles contracting, as she meticulously explored every inch of my body. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Her giggles, soft and playful, filled the room, adding another layer of excitement to the already charged atmosphere.

As she continued her ministrations, I noticed a glimmer of pre-cum, a sign of imminent release. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. I felt a surge of pleasure, knowing that the moment of ultimate release was just moments away.

I rolled over onto my knees, bringing myself closer to her. She mirrored my movement, getting on all fours, her rear end facing me. I moved behind her, my cock sliding deep into her warm, receptive cavity. The first tentative thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her body, her whimpers escalating into full-blown moans.

She dropped to her elbows, her body arching in response to the escalating intensity. I grabbed her round, firm ass cheeks with my hands, piling on the pressure as I continued my assault. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, begging me to push harder, to fulfill her every desire.

This was it, the moment we had both been craving. A primal release of pent-up energy, a celebration of our shared lust. I plunged deeper, pushing my cock to its absolute limit, while Lauren writhed and moaned in ecstasy. The room filled with the sounds of our combined pleasure, a symphony of raw desire.

As I reached the climax, a torrent of cum erupted from me, flooding her body. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Then, without hesitation, she pulled out the stainless-steel anal plug, a stark reminder of our previous encounter. The smooth, cool metal against her skin sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Fuck me like your bitch!”

“You like that, bitch?” I challenged, my voice dripping with playful dominance.

“Mmmmmm, yes, baby!” she replied, her eyes sparkling with delight.

I grabbed her hair and gently pulled back on her head, eliciting another “Oh yeah, baby” from her. The power dynamic shifted, a playful exchange between pleasure and control.

Then, I began to spank her ass cheeks with my hands, punctuating the frenzied rhythm of my ministrations. “You little slut,” I growled, relishing in her pleasure.

“Mmmmmmmm, yes,” she offered back, her voice breathless.

I suddenly stopped, the tip of my cock still nestled within her, waiting to see what she would do next. As I anticipated, she began rocking her body back and forth, essentially masturbating me as she experienced another wave of orgasm. The movement intensified her pleasure, sending shivers down my spine.

I reached forward and cupped her delightful 35Ds in my hands. The sight of her swollen, glistening skin was too much to resist.

“Who’s little slut are you?” I asked, my voice a low rumble.

“Your slut. Fuck me hard…….” she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

I slapped her ass cheeks hard, which she loved, her moans escalating into a crescendo of pleasure. It never ceased to amaze me how my wife, an elegant surgeon and accomplished writer, sometimes enjoyed being dominated and treated like a street whore.

“I love it when you fuck me like this,” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

I slid my cock all the way inside her, releasing a final, powerful wave of cum. She reached back and pulled out the anal plug, her body writhing in ecstasy. Then, she collapsed onto her back, giggling uncontrollably.

“You really like to feel slutty sometimes, don’t you?” I teased, unable to resist the urge to push her further.

“Yes,” she confirmed, her eyes sparkling with delight. “It’s a fun departure from my life.”

As I watched my cum ooze out of her, I realized that this was more than just a physical release. It was an escape, a temporary abandonment of the pressures and responsibilities of her demanding career. And for a few precious moments, we were simply lost in the depths of our shared desire. The snow-covered landscape outside our cabin seemed to fade into insignificance, replaced by the primal intensity of our connection. The scent of coffee mingled with her musky fragrance, a sweet, intoxicating reminder of the pleasure we had just experienced. And as we lay there, intertwined in the aftermath of our passion, I knew that this was just the beginning.

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