Deviant Delight: Husband's Wet Dream

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a relentless rhythm that only amplified the heat building within me. My husband, Mark, leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips, watching me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He knew exactly what I craved, what ignited my deepest desires. The thought of him, of his hands, of his taste, sent waves of anticipation through my body. It wasn’t just the physical act of submission; it was the power dynamic, the complete surrender, the delicious knowledge that he controlled every inch of my pleasure.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “it’s a fascinating thing, the way some men are turned on by the idea of eating their wife’s pussy. It’s a primal instinct, a deep-seated need to possess and consume.” He took a step closer, invading my personal space, and the scent of his cologne, a potent blend of sandalwood and leather, filled my senses. It was a heady, intoxicating aroma that heightened my arousal, making my heart pound in my chest.

“I love it when you tell me you want me to go down on you,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper, laced with a hint of challenge. “It’s a delicious invitation, a promise of exquisite pleasure.” I shifted slightly, drawing his attention to my body, letting my hips sway gently in anticipation. My fingers danced against my thighs, teasing the sensitive skin beneath my silk lingerie.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through my core. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? A woman who knows exactly what she wants.” He reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my veins. “Let’s indulge in this little fantasy, shall we?”

With a decisive movement, he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against his chest. The heat of his body radiated through my clothes, igniting my senses. He began to kiss me deeply, his lips tracing the curve of my neck, my breasts, my waist, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent shivers of pleasure rippling through my body. I moaned softly, lost in the intoxicating sensation.

“Do you like how your sweet pussy tastes?” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Is your pussy getting more wet while you’re smelling and tasting yourself?” I struggled to respond, my body unable to contain the mounting excitement. A single, breathless “yes” escaped my lips.

He tightened his grip, pulling me even closer, and then, without warning, he lifted me onto his lap. My hips met his, a perfect fit, and he began to grind against me, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built anticipation with each passing moment. The sensation was exquisite, both rough and tender, a perfect blend of aggression and pleasure.

“Sit over me on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding. I obeyed without hesitation, my body trembling with anticipation. He grabbed my wrists, holding them firmly in place, and slowly began to play with my pussy, teasing it with his fingers. “Start playing with your pussy! I want to watch you make yourself cum by playing with that tight little pussy of yours.” As he did, my body responded instinctively, my muscles tensing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting my body take over. My fingers moved instinctively, exploring the sensitive folds and crevices of my pussy, searching for the right point of pleasure. My hips swayed gently, following the rhythm of his touch, and my moans grew louder, more insistent.

“Taste it, you naughty girl!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. The words ignited a fire within me, pushing me further towards the brink of ecstasy. He let go of my wrists, and I lost all inhibitions, completely immersed in the present moment. Kneeling before him, I ran my hand to my titties, pinching and pulling with one hand while the other hand dipped back down to my pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and submission.

I moaned continuously, unable to contain the mounting excitement. It was as if I were on the verge of losing control, completely consumed by the pleasure that surged through my body. I was ready to cum without anything shoved up inside me, eager to experience the ultimate release. I brought my fingers up to my lips, rubbing them just above my upper lip (so I would be able to smell that hot, sweet, “dirty” little smell all night…) Mmm!!! The scent was intoxicating, a potent mix of sweat, arousal, and desire.

Then, with a sudden movement, I slid my fingers into my pussy, licking and sucking with intense focus. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. I began to rock my hips rhythmically, intensifying the pleasure, and my moans grew louder, harder, and faster.

My fingers then thrust up inside me, rubbing my clit with my thumb while moaning and squealing. I could feel the intense pleasure building, a wave of heat spreading through my body. He watched with a naughty, kinky look on his face, clearly enjoying my distress. It turned me on, pushing me closer to the edge.

“I want to pound you hard!” he shouted, his voice filled with excitement. The words sent a jolt of electricity through my body, solidifying my surrender.

We both responded instantly, our bodies colliding in a frenzy of passion. The pounding was relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I screamed in delight, losing all sense of self as I gave myself over to the experience. But I wasn't finished. I needed to come again, to push the boundaries of pleasure even further.

I leaned forward, closer to his face, thrust my fingers up inside me, rubbing my clit with my fingers while moaning and squealing. He was watching with such a naughty, kinky look on his face, it sent shivers down my spine. It turned me on even more, pushing me to the absolute limit.

“Oooooh it felt slick and good!” I cried out, unable to contain my ecstasy. But, two weren’t enough for me, or for this little show. I then began thrusting three fingers in and out, and… came fast and hard! The release was explosive, a torrent of pleasure that left me weak and breathless. But, I wasn't finished, I needed to come again!

I leaned forward, even closer to his face, thrusting my fingers up inside me, rubbing my clit with my fingers while moaning and squealing. The sensation was exquisite, both intense and utterly satisfying. He had never seen me this wild, this uninhibited. The raw, primal energy radiating from me was intoxicating, a testament to the power of our shared desire.

As the final drops of pleasure trickled out, I clung to him, lost in the afterglow. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside our secluded cabin, we were lost in a world of pleasure and passion, a world where our desires reigned supreme. The taste of my own juices lingered on his lips, a sweet, intoxicating reminder of the night’s indulgence. It was a perfect moment, a testament to the exquisite pleasure we found in our shared fantasies. The memory of the taste, the touch, the scent – it would linger long after the rain had stopped and the sun had risen, a constant reminder of our naughty, exhilarating escapade.

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