Early Morning Rush & Heat

The insistent chirping of my alarm ripped me from a fitful sleep at precisely 5:15 AM. My body protested the abrupt awakening, but the thought of the specialist appointment hanging over us propelled me out of bed. We'd planned to skip our usual every-three-day rendezvous, a sacrifice for the medical check-up, but fate, as it often does, had other plans.

Melody stirred beside me, her dark lashes fluttering open. We exchanged a sleepy glance, a silent acknowledgement of our predicament. The shared disappointment hung in the air, a palpable tension between us. "Somebody loves me," she murmured, stretching languidly, "They got me my towel!"

I chuckled, a low rumble in my chest. "That would be me," I replied, rising to grab the plush, white towel from the hook beside the shower. As I stepped into the cold bathroom, Melody slid the shower curtain open, revealing her glistening skin, still damp from her morning ablutions. A wave of heat surged through me, an instant and visceral reaction to the sight of her. "Ahhhh! My favorite sight in all the world! My Melody with water glistening off her beautiful porcelain skin and all freshly showered! I love how you taste after a shower—how your titties taste, how your pussy tastes, how your skin everywhere tastes!” The words tumbled out, raw and uninhibited, fueled by a primal need that had been simmering beneath the surface for days.

She smiled, a knowing curve of her lips. "Somebody needs to fix my problem," she said, her voice laced with a playful challenge. I understood perfectly. She was referring to the intense pleasure I derived from her submission, the release I found in knowing I was the dominant force in our intimate moments. It was a ritual we both craved, a dance between power and surrender.

I quickly finished my own shower, the cool water washing away the remnants of sleep and anticipation. Once showered, I stripped down and moved to the bed, beckoning Julia, my Hello Cake Male Stroker, into the mix. The cool cotton of the sheets against my skin heightened my awareness, focusing my attention on the intoxicating scent of her.

We kissed, a tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a passionate embrace. But she interrupted, her voice laced with impatience. “You’re pokey!” she accused, gesturing to my un-shaved chest. I complied, letting the razor glide across my skin, the brief sting a welcome distraction from the growing heat between us. "I'm pokey because I love poking your pussy with my cock!" I quipped, my voice dripping with suggestive intent.

"Not enough time for that," she countered, but her eyes betrayed her desire. I sensed the urgency in her tone, the yearning for immediate gratification. I agreed, but my mind raced with possibilities, fueled by the realization that this morning might be more fulfilling than anticipated.

"Can I have some boobie since this was supposed to be a full lovemaking day?" I asked, my gaze lingering on her magnificent breasts, sculpted by the tropical sun on our recent vacation. She cupped her hands around the underside of her left breast, then the right, allowing me to indulge in a luxurious tit feast. Each nipple was a tiny volcano of pleasure, erupting with sensation as I explored their delicate curves and sensitive spots.

I live to love on her nipples! I tongued them, nibbled on them, and sucked them gently, then more intensely. While I did this, I was pumping my “parts” up to snuff, my muscles tensing and releasing in anticipation. I looked into my bride’s big beautiful Norwegian eyes, searching for a hint of reciprocation. "You are so beautiful!" I told my lovely wife, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "Every time we make love, you look like you’re 26 or 23 or 19 or something!"

She just looked at me, a subtle reflection of my love shimmering in her eyes. “Lie down,” she ordered, her voice soft but firm.

I willingly obeyed, sinking into the plush embrace of the mattress. Melody began oral fun on my closest nipple, her tongue tracing circles of ecstasy, while simultaneously applying the iVibe to her clitoris. The vibrations intensified, creating a symphony of sensation that sent shivers down my spine. Simultaneously, she continued digital stimulation on my other nipple.

I lubed up Julia with coconut oil and began stroking my aroused rod with its internal vibrator set to high. The rhythmic pulses throbbed against my flesh, building a crescendo of anticipation. As we continued, my thoughts drifted to the upcoming doctor's appointment, the thought of it a minor inconvenience compared to the pleasure we were experiencing.

During this intense encounter, I couldn't help but whisper a silent prayer, begging Heavenly Father for Melody to be in the mood for a quickie. A moment later, her orgasm hit, a powerful wave of pleasure that surged through her body and into mine. "Mmmm, I like my present!" she exclaimed, arching her back and shaking with delight.

I slid my happy, satisfied cock out and clambered up to her left side, eager to continue the pleasure. As we continued, I told her how much I loved her and how beautiful she was to me. I wasn’t just saying them, I felt them, my love for her radiating outward in every touch, every movement. Her boobies swelled, and she was definitely finding the mood.

Pretty soon, out of time-pressed necessity, I came—and came powerfully—deep in her pussy. The cum I had given her pussy made her say, “I’m COMING!” It was a very good orgasm she told me afterwards. I let her know that mine had been explosive and pleasant as well.

Both of my prayers had been answered with a definite yes! Ya gotta love it when that kind of prayer is answered in the affirmative!

Although we had not done our normal amount of kissing and foreplay, and the intercourse was a fast pounding fuck, we both were satisfied, happy, and in love. Because we both came this quickie, we decided that we would call it a “dual quickie!”

We were in a hurry, so we only cuddled briefly. We were kind of proud of ourselves. Then we hurriedly got cleaned up, and I showered and shaved. We had a two-hour drive to my appointment with the specialist. I kept glancing over at my sexy and beautiful wife as I drove. The lovemaking had taken a whilem but we made it to my appointment just barely on time! We were both so glad we had gone for it this morning when we both had felt the urge, need, and love.

The specialist confirmed everything was normal, a relief that allowed me to focus on the lingering pleasure of our morning encounter. As we drove home, Melody leaned against me, her body relaxed and content. The shared intimacy, the unspoken understanding of our desires, filled the car with a comfortable warmth.

Later that evening, as we drifted off to sleep, I thought about the morning's events, the sheer intensity of our encounter, and the unexpected joy it had brought. It was a reminder that even in the face of obligation, life could still offer moments of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And as I closed my eyes, I knew that the memory of our "dual quickie" would linger long after the last traces of sweat had dried on our skin.

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