Diuretic Desire: A Double Dose

The insistent beeping of my alarm clock ripped me from a dream of endless, sun-drenched beaches and Melody’s laughter echoing through a palm-lined paradise. It was 6:00 AM, and the thought of facing the day already felt like an unwelcome intrusion. But a nagging feeling, a familiar pull, urged me to get up and take my diuretic pills. Melody had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel charged, and lately, that charge had been particularly potent. We’d had two nights of truly intense, almost frenzied sex in a row, and the anticipation of another encounter was already building within me.

Two days ago, our passion had exploded into a whirlwind of touch, taste, and desperate pleas. Yesterday morning, we’d lost ourselves in a feverish dance of pleasure, fueled by desire and a shared understanding of our mutual needs. Now, this morning, the memory of her body, the scent of her skin, lingered in my mind, an insistent reminder of the fire that burned between us.

As I padded into the bedroom, I found Melody already awake, her eyes meeting mine with a knowing smile. The scoop-neck PJ top she wore revealed a generous expanse of creamy skin, her breasts a tantalizing invitation. Without hesitation, I peeled back the fabric, my hand finding the warm curve of her chest. The familiar comfort of her presence, combined with the raw, primal urge that surged through me, propelled me to suckle, a slow, deliberate act of devotion.

“Don’t go in for the kill immediately,” Melody murmured, her voice husky with sleep. “You said you wanted to cuddle me.”

I complied, burying my face between her D cups, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. The world outside faded away as I focused entirely on the sensations she offered, the gentle pressure of her skin against my lips, the warmth radiating from her body. After a few minutes of blissful immersion, I lifted her pajama top, a reckless abandon taking over. The kill was inevitable, and I plunged in, eager to once again lose myself in the depths of her pleasure.

“That feels so good!” she sighed, her voice laced with delight. “You always know how to please me.”

As we moved together, her pajama pants slipped from her hips, revealing her exquisitely sculpted body beneath. The sight of her aroused form ignited a fresh wave of desire within me. I began stroking her pussy, my fingers tracing the delicate curves, exploring the sensitive flesh. To my surprise, she was already wet, a sign of her eagerness and anticipation.

“So wet!” I exclaimed, a playful smirk playing on my lips. “Does someone wanna be fucked and fuck me back?”

“YES!” she answered emphatically, her voice filled with urgency. “Put it in me! I want you inside me!”

Understanding her desire, I slid my finger deep into her pussy, then back up across her clitoris. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching in anticipation. As she thrust her hips forward and back, my finger continued its journey, plunging deeper into her depths before returning to her clitoris. "Do you like being finger fucked?" I questioned, savoring the anticipation in her response.

“Mm hmmm!” she groaned out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desire.

With a surge of confidence, I slid down between her legs, positioning myself for a more intimate encounter. I began licking her clitoris, my tongue exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh. Her love button was firm and responsive, and her vulva lips (vulva) were flushed with excitement. She rocked her pussy forward, allowing me access to her most sensitive areas. Then she rocked back and forth, her movements growing more frantic as my tongue mimicked the rhythm of my finger. My tongue danced from her pussy to her love button, over and over again, a symphony of sensation that left us both breathless. She tasted delicious, and I didn't hesitate to tell her so.

As we moved closer, we shed our clothes, embracing the raw, uninhibited joy of our shared desire. The scene that unfolded was one of pure, unadulterated passion. I didn't want to cum yet, so after a while, I pulled my cock out of her naturally-lubed cunt. Next, I kneeled right by her head, and she gave me a brilliant blow job as I reached down and stroked her pussy and clit, and also played with her tits. I gently thrust my cock deep then shallow in her mouth. Basically, we were enjoying face fucking. My cock was coated in her pussy juice, but this didn’t faze her at all. This was more evidence of how hot she was feeling sexually! In fact, both of these last two days, she really enjoyed all the both-ways oral. Of course, I did too!

I wanted to move back into the X position, but I stopped to suck on her left nipple first. Sucking her tit got me even harder! Then we went back to X and we fucked a while. “Do you like my cock fucking your cunt?” I asked rhetorically. The answer was obvious. She thrust her pussy forward and back even more as I fucked her pussy. So yes, we were clearly fucking each other in marital bliss. She reached for her vibrator and buzzed her clit as we actively and enthusiastically fucked each other. She LIKES a hard fuck! I eventually came nicely. It was another crazy intense lightning storm orgasm!

After filling her pussy with my cum, I scooped some out and coated her left nipple. She came rather fast when I slid up to suck her left nipple and clean off our cum. Being fully fucked primes her for orgasm, so I was not surprised. The fact is, a few years ago, she’d use her vibe as we fucked, and we usually came together while fucking. Now she needs me sucking and/or pinching her tits as she buzzes her clit. But several things prime her pussy to cum, including foreplay—which involves cunnilingus sometimes—and as I said, being thoroughly fucked. She had high amplitude when her back arched off the bed. Her shaking in pleasure was a magnitude 11 personal earthquake too!

She cried out in her husky sex-voice, “I’m cumming!!” After a few moments of breathless abandon, we lay there, catching our breath and discussing the intensity of our experience. The memory of the pleasure we'd shared filled me with a profound sense of gratitude and joy. But before long, Melody cupped the sides of her breast to offer her tit to my mouth. And that turned into more oral boob play for a while. She next insisted it was her turn, and she attacked my man nipples. We took turns jacking off and “fixing my problem”—I came again, and really got her in her hair, face, and boobs. Then after wiping off, we talked more… then went back to more boob play! I handed her the pink open cup open crotch teddy. (Yesterday it was a salmon colored one.) At this point I don’t remember exactly when she put on the purple one in our extremely pleasant and long lovemaking session. But I do remember telling her that she looked fucking awesome in it. Of course, we WERE fucking, so I also told her she was awesome at fucking! This made her groan and laugh. But SHE knew how good she was. At some point she stripped the teddy off. The illustration/cover photo for this story is how I see her when we’re in our sexual highs.

We are philosophical about our sexual limits. Plus we truly appreciate the fact that we CAN have sexual fun with each other. And not only can we still have sex, but we did practically everything we could do in making love this morning! Considering our age and health, both of us coming twice is remarkable nowadays. Someone upstairs must love us and honor our long-term marital love.

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