Dinner Date Desire

Tuesday nights had always been our sacred time, a ritual we’d meticulously maintained for the past fourteen years. My wife, Sarah, and I made a conscious effort to keep the spark alive, especially considering the chaos of our family life. But this particular Tuesday felt different, charged with an anticipation that crackled in the air. As I pulled into the driveway, returning from dropping off the kids at my mother’s, she was already there, a vision of sculpted curves and subtle allure. She wore a semi-short skirt, a daring choice for her, that clung to her firm ass, showcasing her lovely legs as she moved across the living room, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

Sarah rarely wore skirts, so the sight of her in this garment instantly sent a jolt through me. The heat bloomed in my loins, a primal response to her presence. As she continued her preparations, applying a touch of makeup, she sprayed herself with Victoria’s Secret’s “Love Spell,” a fragrance that always sent shivers down my spine, especially when paired with her body lotion. It was a scent that perfectly encapsulated her, a captivating blend of sweetness and sensuality. I affectionately called her "Butterfly" because her labia resembled the delicate wings of a butterfly, a constant reminder of her exquisite beauty.

The air thickened with unspoken desire as she finished applying her makeup. “How much time do we have until dinner?” she asked, her voice a silken invitation. I moved towards her, my heart pounding in my chest, and gently took her hand. Her eyes held an unmistakable gleam, a silent promise of indulgence. "Enough time to kiss those lovely lips," I murmured, leaning in to meet her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. I worked my way up her neck, savoring the feel of her skin beneath my lips, until I heard a soft sigh escape her lips. Then, without hesitation, she pulled me closer, her body leaning into mine as she whispered, "Take me now."

With a surge of adrenaline, I pressed her against the front door, holding her tightly as I began to worship her body. My hands traced the curve of her hips, my fingers finding purchase on her firm ass. The scent of her skin, enhanced by the "Love Spell," was intoxicating, acting as aromatherapy for my senses. The mood intensified, each touch a deliberate act of seduction. My hands melted into her fiery, sexy flesh, clinging to her curves as I hoped she would feel the weight of my hard cock against her leg.

After she had surrendered to my touch, I moved on to her breasts, cupping her perky nipples with reverence. Her nipples were instantly alert, eager to submit to my desire. I began to lick and bite her areola, focusing on the outer ring, a detail that always sent her into a frenzy. Then, I shifted my attention to her hard nipples, circling my tongue around them in a slow, deliberate motion, punctuated by rhythmic bites. She didn't utter a word, but each sigh was a testament to her pleasure, a confirmation of her complete immersion in the moment. Her pussy was drenched, overflowing with her juices, and she seemed to relish every sensation.

Pressing her against the door, I decided to explore further. Gently, I removed the remaining clothing covering her plump and juicy body, laying her languidly on her back. I spread her legs open, revealing her wet clitoris, and began to slowly lick her with gentle pressure, caressing her nipples with my fingers as I held them captive within her. Every now and then, I smeared some of the glistening juice from her delectable pussy onto her nipples, collecting them in my hands as I worked my way back down her body, driven by a primal urge to consume her like a peach cobbler pie at a competitive eating contest. It was a delicious descent, a symphony of sensation that left me breathless.

As I let my wet tongue dance around her warm, tasty butterfly, I inserted my fingers once again, rubbing her g-spot with increasing pressure and depth. The throbbing sensation was exquisite, and I heard her gasp, "Oh God, you do that so well," followed by another sigh of pure bliss. Her body began to shake and shiver, and she closed her legs, enslaving my fingers deep within her pussy. As she reached the brink, she cummed, releasing me from her grasp for a brief moment. Then, she rested, savoring the afterglow.

Determined to prolong the pleasure, I decided to complete the experience. I took out my thick, juicy, hard cock, now fully erect, and began to penetrate her without remorse. Mind you, we still had dinner plans, but the urgency of the moment eclipsed all other concerns. I placed my hands behind her lovely ass, gripping her tightly as I thrust my cock inside her, looking into her eyes with an intense gaze. Finally, as she reached her climax, she cried out, "Mmm, don't stop, oh God, don't stop!" Her body continued to shake, and she moaned with pleasure.

At that point, I would have relished hearing my wife say, "Oh baby…make that pussy feel good oh yes, yes fuck that pussy baby, nice and hard yes like that!!” But her words, "Don't stop," seemed to capture the essence of the moment perfectly. And then, it all erupted. I exploded inside her, a volcanic release of pent-up desire. We clung to each other for a moment before pulling apart, ready to face the world, and the dinner date, together. Her smile during dinner spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the depths of our shared passion. When our waiter asked if we wanted dessert, we politely declined, leaving our desires unsatisfied for another night.

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