Demand & Delight: A Husband's Plea

The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the lingering fragrance of my shower gel as I surveyed the scene. Greg was lost in his world of gardening, humming along to some old country tune while wrestling with a stubborn rose bush. It was Saturday, a day dedicated entirely to pleasure, and the invitation had already been extended. I'd just finished a revitalizing shower, meticulously removing every trace of the day before, and now I felt utterly, exquisitely alive. My skin tingled with anticipation, a silent plea for connection.

I’d chosen a dress that screamed seduction – a miniature, emerald green number that barely contained my curves, paired with sheer, black panties that offered just a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. It was practically naked, really, an intentional display of vulnerability and desire. After a strong cup of coffee, I made my way out to the garden, my heels clicking against the patio stones, a rhythmic countdown to the inevitable.

The sight of Greg, covered in dirt and sweat, his face flushed with exertion, nearly took my breath away. His eyes widened, a spark of surprise and something deeper, something primal, flickering within them. It was a familiar reaction, one that always sent a shiver down my spine. Without a word, he moved closer, his movements deliberate and possessive. He didn't hesitate; there was no awkwardness, no uncertainty. Just a pure, unadulterated desire to be near me, to touch me, to lose himself in the heat of the moment.

He pulled off his gardening gloves, the worn leather falling to the ground beside him, a symbolic shedding of his day job, his responsibilities. Then, he leaned in and kissed me, a slow, deliberate exploration of my lips, my neck, my breasts. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a declaration, a promise of the pleasure to come. As his lips pressed against my skin, I subtly began to rub my body against his, a gentle insistence, a silent communication that he understood perfectly. The brush of my hips against his thigh, the curve of my back against his chest – each movement was an invitation, a signal that I was ready, willing, and more than eager to indulge in our shared desires.

The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more demanding. His hand moved to the back of my dress, gently pulling it down, revealing the curve of my backside. The sudden exposure sent a jolt of electricity through me, heightening my senses, sharpening my awareness. He lifted the hem further, exposing more and more of my skin, until my entire rear end was visible, a testament to my submission and surrender.

His fingers, slick with sweat and anticipation, began their work. They traced circles over my anus, slow and deliberate, teasing and tantalizing. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and arousal that built with each passing moment. The pressure increased, becoming more intense, until the tip of his finger found its way into my looser folds, drawing tiny, electric arcs of pleasure through my body. I moaned softly, a release of pent-up tension, a confirmation of my pleasure.

As he continued his exploration, I began to anticipate his next move. I knew what he was going to do, and the thought of it sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. With a swift, decisive movement, I tugged at his shorts, pulling them down to his ankles, exposing my entire lower body. It was time for my specialty, the one thing I was known for, the act that always brought us to the edge of ecstasy.

I positioned myself on the grass, my legs slightly apart, my body angled towards him. Then, without hesitation, I began my slow, deliberate blowjob. First, I licked his shaft sideways, teasing and stimulating his sensitive skin. As his pre-cum began to ooze, I sucked on it seductively, drawing out the salty, sticky liquid and savoring its taste. The sensation was incredible, a rush of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Then, I moved my tongue up and down his shaft, exploring every inch of its length, drawing out the pleasure with each stroke. Finally, I took the head of his cock into my mouth, tightening my lips around its base, sucking with all my might. The pressure increased, becoming more intense, until his excitement reached a frenzy. He thrashed and writhed, his muscles tense and straining, desperate for release.

I watched him with a mixture of pleasure and amusement, enjoying his intense arousal. When he finally let out a guttural cry of pleasure, I knew it was time to move on. I slid off the grass and onto my back, my body arched in anticipation. Greg followed suit, kneeling before me, his eyes locked on mine. He inserted his cock into my gaping pussy, and without hesitation, he began to bang me with force. The impact sent shockwaves through my body, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that washed over me, leaving me breathless and weak.

The rhythmic pounding continued for several minutes, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I clenched my teeth, lost in the moment, completely surrendering to the sensations. As my first orgasm began to build, I involuntarily gasped for air, my body trembling with excitement.

Greg, sensing my distress, slowed his pace, allowing me to catch my breath. Then, he pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with a knowing glint. He raised his eyebrows with a tilt of his head to one side, a silent question, an invitation to continue.

When I turned over, my instinct was to get into position: face down, ass up. Parting my knees a little, I grasped one cheek, pulled it away from the other, and let him have it where he wanted it. The sensation was incredible, a perfect blend of pleasure and arousal.

Greg circled my anus with his pussy-juice coated cockhead before gradually penetrating with little pulses to and fro. I tickled my clitoris as he entered, and the distraction let me relax and accept him. Soon he would have my ass at his disposal. When his balls touched my pussy, I knew what to expect, and he didn’t let me down. Greg began to pump hard and deep.

As used to his size as I am and as turned on as I was, there was no pain. I only felt the amazing stretch, and with the action of my finger on my clitoris, it started another orgasm rising. We rocked on for a while longer, but when Greg felt my sphincter begin to contract around his shaft rhythmically, his cock swelled and hardened even more.

Withdrawing, Greg stood and came to my lifted face. There he stroked his cock until it unloaded. I loved it, even tasting a bit that dripped onto my lips. Then he moved down my body, letting his cum rain down on me. The last shot of his cum wet my pussy as he dropped down on me, and we lay together, rubbing our bodies together.

As the world faded around us, lost in the intoxicating heat of our shared pleasure, I realized this was exactly where I was meant to be – completely, utterly consumed by desire, lost in the arms of the man who knew exactly how to satisfy my every whim. The sun beat down on our naked bodies, the scent of roses and damp earth filling the air, a perfect backdrop for our sensual dance of pleasure and submission. It was a Saturday, a day dedicated entirely to pleasure, and I had never felt so alive, so free, so utterly, exquisitely satisfied.

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