Deviant Delights: A Wife's Wet Dream

The silence of the house after the children were asleep hung heavy, a velvet curtain draped over the remnants of the day. Four weeks. Four weeks since I’d last held my wife, felt the heat of her skin against mine, tasted the sweetness of her breath. The longing had been a constant, insistent ache, a primal pull that threatened to consume me. Now, finally, I was home, and the desire to reconnect, to lose myself in her embrace, was almost unbearable.

She moved with a languid grace, her movements fluid and deliberate as she shed her clothes. The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows across the walls, highlighting the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. Every inch of her body was a masterpiece, a testament to the beauty of the human form. As she lay back against the pillows, the soft fabric of the sheets clinging to her skin, I couldn’t help but let out a low moan, a silent acknowledgment of the exquisite pleasure she was about to unleash.

I climbed onto the bed beside her, our bodies brushing against each other, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and musk, filled my senses. I took her hand, her skin warm and supple beneath my fingertips. “You look stunning,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. She blushed, a delicate pink coloring her cheeks, and leaned into my touch.

We began to kiss, slowly at first, savoring the anticipation. Her lips were soft and yielding, coated in a layer of natural moisture. I pressed my lips against hers, deepening the kiss, feeling her body relax beneath my touch. My hand slid beneath her dress, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the smooth expanse of her stomach. It was a familiar ritual, the one we had established years ago, but tonight it felt different, imbued with a renewed intensity, a desperate need to lose myself in her pleasure.

As the kiss intensified, I instinctively moved my hand to explore her body. My fingers traced the delicate ridges of her nipples, teasing them with a playful touch. Her breath hitched, a subtle sign of her mounting arousal. I pulled back slightly, just enough to take a sip of her breath, tasting the sweetness of her saliva. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt of heat through my body. I stopped kissing her for a moment, reaching down and pressing my finger into her mouth, feeling the warm, wetness of her tongue and the soft flesh of her gums. The anticipation built, a crescendo of longing that threatened to overwhelm me.

I could feel the blood pounding in my veins, a primal rhythm that mirrored the rising heat in my loins. It was time. I had been holding back for far too long, denying myself the sheer pleasure of her submission. With a deep breath, I told her, “I want you to take control. I want you to show me how good it can be.” Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of apprehension in their depths, but then she nodded, her lips parting in anticipation.

I eased myself off the bed, standing beside her on the edge, my hand reaching down to grasp her hips. Her muscles tensed beneath my fingers, and she shifted slightly, accommodating my desire. It was a perfect position, allowing me to feel her body every inch of the way. I slid my finger into her mouth, feeling the delicate warmth of her skin against my flesh. It wasn’t the familiar, controlled rhythm of our previous encounters. This was something raw, untamed, a complete surrender to the moment.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice a low rumble, laced with urgency. She moaned softly, her body trembling slightly, “Go ahead,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The signal was given. I took a deep breath and began to descend, my hand gripping her head firmly, ensuring she couldn't pull away. The sensation was exquisite, a torrent of pleasure that surged through my veins. Her tongue danced across my shaft, exploring every inch of its surface. I tasted her saliva, salty and sweet, feeling her body relax completely under my command.

The world narrowed, focusing solely on the exquisite sensation between us. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch. I could feel my muscles clenching, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew it wouldn't last forever, but I clung to the moment, savoring every sensation. I held her head in place, determined to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, a testament to her complete submission.

Suddenly, I pulled back, my hand finding release in the cool air. I stroked my penis, feeling the wetness of her saliva, a reminder of the intense pleasure we had just shared. "I'm ready," I whispered, my voice hoarse, “please open your mouth for me.” Her eyes rolled back in her head, a sign of her complete surrender. She opened wide, her throat arching in anticipation. With a surge of adrenaline, I plunged in, driving deep into her depths.

I wrapped my arms around her head, holding her firmly in place, refusing to let go. Her body writhed in ecstasy, her muscles contracting and releasing in waves of pleasure. The sound of her moans filled the room, a primal symphony of desire. I felt a surge of power, a sense of dominance that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me. I could feel my body vibrating with the intensity of the moment. My mind struggled to comprehend the sheer intensity of the experience, the complete abandonment of control. This was beyond anything I had ever imagined. This was the pinnacle of our shared desire.

I continued to slide in and out, exploring every inch of her body, feeling her pleasure escalate with each passing moment. Her gasps grew louder, her moans more frantic. It felt as though she were begging me to continue, to push her further into the depths of pleasure. I obliged, digging deeper, clinging tighter, determined to prolong the experience as long as possible.

As I finally pulled out, exhausted but utterly satisfied, she gasped for breath, her body shaking with the aftermath of the encounter. She whispered, “You sounded like a bear that finally got some relief!” We both burst into laughter, a release of tension and exhilaration.

Now, oral sex has become an integral part of our lovemaking routine. It's a shared experience, a connection that transcends words. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sometimes she still gasps or gags a little, but she seems to be getting better at it with each passing day. And as for you wives out there, I encourage you to embrace this primal pleasure. It’s a powerful tool for deepening intimacy and forging a stronger connection with your partner. Trust me, you won’t regret it.

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