Delayed Ecstasy: Three Days of Heat

The scent of pine and citrus hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, lingering warmth of arousal. It was the third day of our little experiment, a desperate attempt to rekindle the embers of passion that had begun to cool amidst the relentless demands of our lives. Melodie lay naked on the bed, a sculpted masterpiece of pale skin and supple muscle, her Nordic eyes reflecting the soft glow of the halogen lamp. The memory of yesterday’s explosive climax still pulsed beneath my skin, a vibrant reminder of the connection we shared, despite the physical and emotional burdens that weighed us down.

The morning after had been a quiet affair, filled with tender kisses and gentle exploration, but now, as the sun began to cast long shadows across the room, a different kind of energy crackled between us. Melodie had insisted on a “quickie” – a brief, intense burst of intimacy before we left for our daughter’s house. It wasn’t the usual rhythm of our shared nights, a slow, deliberate dance of pleasure and release, but it was undeniably potent, a desperate plea for connection in the face of an increasingly distant future.

As I approached her, I took in the details of her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, the delicate line of her spine. The soreness in her nipples, a consequence of our previous night’s passionate encounter, was a poignant reminder of our vulnerability, our shared experience. I gently massaged her breasts, feeling the warmth radiate through my fingertips, before moving to her nips. The tender touch ignited a familiar heat within me, a primal desire that transcended the fatigue and weariness of the day.

Melodie moaned softly as I began my oral ministrations, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin of her nipples, coaxing forth a deeper, more insistent pleasure. She responded with a fervent grip on my arm, her nails digging into my flesh, a silent invitation to push further. I obliged, digging deeper into the core of her pleasure, feeding off her escalating arousal. Her body arched, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her eyes fluttered closed in a blissful trance.

As I reached the peak of my own arousal, Melodie shifted her position, pulling me closer to her. Her hips swayed against mine, creating a powerful, visceral connection. Suddenly, she pulled me upright, her movements forceful and demanding. I stumbled, landing awkwardly on the bed beside her, my body still throbbing with the afterglow of pleasure. As I regained my composure, I noticed a glistening pool of semen accumulating on her arm, a testament to our shared intensity.

“Good thing you didn’t cum in my mouth this time, or I would have drowned!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with amusement and a touch of defiance. Her words were laced with both challenge and invitation, a playful acknowledgement of the power we held over one another. Laughter bubbled up from my throat, a genuine expression of joy and satisfaction. It was a good thing, indeed, that we had avoided the messy outcome.

After washing my parts, I entered the bedroom, finding Melodie lying naked on the bed, a half-empty bottle of vibrator charging on the nightstand. She looked breathtaking, her body radiating an almost ethereal beauty. As I gazed at her, a wave of tenderness washed over me, a deep appreciation for her spirit and her enduring allure.

We began with a slow, deliberate sequence of kisses, each touch imbued with an unspoken longing. Then, I moved to her nips, licking and sucking with intense concentration, coaxing forth a torrent of pleasure. Melodie responded with a series of moans and sighs, her body writhing in ecstasy. We continued this slow, sensual dance, each movement building upon the last, until we reached a crescendo of shared pleasure.

As we transitioned into missionary position, I thrust deeply into her welcoming pussy, feeling the warmth of her arousal spread through my body. Melodie twerked rhythmically, her movements both playful and provocative, as she stimulated her clit with the vibrating device. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, pushing me to the edge of my physical limits.

When I finally reached the peak of my arousal, my body convulsed in a final, desperate spasm. Melodie, caught in the throes of her own orgasm, continued to twerk, her movements growing more frenzied. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she reached for me, pulling me close and continuing to stimulate my clitoris.

The intensity of our shared climax left us both breathless, our bodies slick with sweat and arousal. As we lay entangled in the sheets, a profound sense of connection washed over me, a feeling of being utterly and completely lost in the moment.

Melodie stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She stretched languidly, savoring the lingering sensations, before whispering, “I’m about to cum!” Her voice was low and husky, filled with a raw, primal desire. Just as I began to erupt, she pulled me out, and I came in her cupped free hand—the one that wasn’t stroking my pulsating and squirting erection. But I exploded so hard the cum shot clear up her arm to her elbow.

She looked at all the cum in her hand and along up her arm and said, “Good thing you didn’t cum in my mouth this time, or I would have drowned!”

I laughed. It was a perfect outcome, a testament to our shared pleasure. After thanking her for the wonderful fellatio, I washed my parts while she grabbed the vibe from the charger.

Melodie looked sooo good lying there in the nude as I walked into the bedroom. We did: deep kisses, then my lips on her nips and my hard tip on her closest erect nip, and then I gave HER oral on just her cute clitty. Then we went into our X-position, where I lie on my side and she’s on her back with our bodies at right angles.

I should admit that after a few minutes of sexual intercourse, I had softened up, and so I slid up beside her to love on each of her perfect nipples. (I always find this to be terribly arousing.) As I sucked and licked and tongue-flicked her nips, I used one hand to stimulate the other nipple. My other hand pumped my rod. (This is what we do when my meds and/or weak heart soften my erection. It is an adaptation to our circumstances, but as it turns out, it’s a fun adaptation!).

As usually happens, I soon returned to full power (full erection) and we went back into X-position. This whole time (since we’d returned to the bed), Melodie had been applying the vibe to her pretty clitty. In spite of how amazing it felt to again be inside my sexy wife, my erection again softened up some, so I returned to lying beside her and licking, sucking, and flicking her raspberry-like nipples. (Remember that I had already had one orgasm from fellatio.) Soon I was hard again, but I asked my beautiful wife if she wanted the G-spot vibe, or “Tom,” inside her. I was happy she chose me, although I DO have fun giving her an orgasm while I’m stimming her nips when she’s double vibing with bullet vibe and G-spot vibe.

We went back into our X-position, and I thrust inside her sweet pussy. I felt amazed anew that God had answered my prayers for a wife by giving me THIS wonderful, kind, beautiful, and sexy woman. She buzzed her clit with her vibe as we made love, and I sensed that we were both close. I stayed hard this time, so I pounded away at her welcoming pussy, (which is how she likes it when fully aroused). Eventually, I had an enormous orgasm as she twerked, and her own orgasmic throbbing caressed my returned erection. So SHE came WITH me! We had not had simultaneous orgasms in about a month.

I thanked God in my heart for answering the prayer I offered while showering. Gotta love prayers that get answered so fully! Regarding sexual encounters with my wife, I’ve learned to be grateful. With our many health problems, we should be thankful we can still be sexually intimate.

The next morning, as we prepared to leave for our daughter’s house, I knew that our little experiment had been a success. We had rediscovered the joy and intimacy that had become so easily lost amidst the daily grind. As I looked at Melodie, her face flushed with arousal, I realized that the most precious moments in our lives were not the grand gestures or the passionate declarations, but the quiet, intimate connections that sustained us through the storms.

As we packed our bags, Melodie pulled me aside, whispering, "We've got some creative ideas for the coming year." A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes, a promise of new adventures and even more intense pleasure. I smiled, feeling a surge of anticipation. This was just the beginning.

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