Fifteen Years of Desire

The scent of sandalwood and old leather hung heavy in the air as I lay sprawled on the plush velvet of Sam’s king-sized bed, a ludicrously small, sheer black baby doll nighty clinging to my curves. My hair, meticulously styled into waves, framed a face painted with the usual extravagant makeup, a calculated expression of bored desire. My Brazilian wax gleamed under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, a testament to my demanding nature. It had been six months since I’d taken up residence in the in-law suite, a deliberate act of defiance against the comfortable routines of our marriage. The Bible lay open on the nightstand beside me, a silent witness to my efforts at self-improvement, a desperate attempt to quell the insistent hunger within me. Lately, Sam’s frequent business trips had only intensified my restlessness, fueling a simmering resentment that threatened to boil over.

He emerged from the bathroom, a vision of exposed muscle and raw masculinity, clad only in a white cotton robe. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in my appearance, the carefully constructed facade of casual indifference melting away, replaced by a primal awareness of my presence. The shift in his demeanor was immediate, the hardening of his cock a clear indication of his arousal. He hesitated, a flicker of confusion in his gaze before he moved towards me, his steps slow and deliberate.

I remained motionless, letting the anticipation build, savoring the delicious tension that crackled between us. As he approached, I rose gracefully from the bed, my movements fluid and deliberate. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath my fingertips. My fingers traced the line of his toned abdomen, a silent invitation to explore further. Before he could react, he grabbed my hands, spinning me around with a force that sent me stumbling momentarily. The straps of the nighty caught on my hard, swollen nipples, pulling taut as he began to unravel its delicate fabric. With a predatory grace, he continued to pull, exposing more and more of my flesh until only a thin layer of sheer fabric remained, clinging to my body like a second skin.

He stepped closer, his gaze locked on my exposed posterior. He grabbed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart with a deliberate pressure that elicited a long, involuntary moan from my lips. The pleasure was exquisite, a searing heat that spread through my core as his large, hard cock pierced the delicate membrane of my vagina. My body reacted instantly, a wave of liquid warmth flooding my lower regions. I pressed back against him, mirroring his actions, seeking to assert some control over the escalating pleasure. His cock slid through my pussy, a slow, insistent movement that intensified the sensations, igniting a fire within me.

The initial shock gave way to an overwhelming wave of desire, a primal urge that demanded release. I arched my back, pushing against his thrusting head, feeling the friction against my sensitive flesh. The pleasure intensified, building into a crescendo of sensation. The heat became unbearable, a burning pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. As my body trembled, his hands moved upwards, squeezing my tits and twisting my nipples with brutal force, each touch sending shivers down my spine. My muscles spasmed uncontrollably, my juices flowing freely as my pussy writhed in response to his insistent penetration.

With a final, desperate surge of pleasure, I lost control, my body convulsing as my pussy exploded in a torrent of warm, sticky fluid. My knees wobbled, threatening to buckle beneath the weight of my arousal. He pulled his cock out from between my thighs, scooping me into his arms, pulling me close for a passionate kiss. It was a kiss unlike any I had ever experienced, a desperate plea for connection, a release of pent-up desire. As he laid me on our bed, panting, I opened my legs, eager to submit to his dominance.

His hands caressed my thighs, moving slowly and deliberately along the creases, teasing my sensitive skin. A moan escaped my lips as he continued his exploration, his touch igniting a fresh wave of pleasure. Softly, he blew on my pussy, sending shivers down my spine as my clit throbbed in anticipation. He licked me, tasting my sweet honey, his tongue lingering on my swollen lips before descending into the depths of my pussy. My body responded, arching my back, groaning in pleasure as he took control.

As we reached the peak of our shared pleasure, I cried out, begging him to stop. But he refused, continuing to pound my pussy with relentless force. My body vibrated uncontrollably, my pussy pulsing in rhythm with his thrusting cock. As I lost consciousness, his hands continued their assault, driving me deeper into ecstasy. When I awoke, the sun was streaming through the windows, painting the room in a golden light. I found myself still entangled in his arms, his hot breath still lingering on my skin.

He stood before me, panting, his body glistening with sweat. He lifted me from the bed and carried me over to the wardrobe, removing my clothes with a casual disregard for my modesty. As he stripped me bare, I felt a strange sense of relief, a release from the tension that had gripped me for so long. He laid me down on our bed, my legs spread wide, exposing my vulnerable body to his gaze. His eyes devoured every inch of me, and I knew that he was lost in the pleasure of our encounter.

Slowly, he began to kiss and lick down my thighs, tracing the delicate curve of my body. His touch was both gentle and insistent, igniting a fire in my soul. He moaned, his voice low and guttural, as he tasted my sweet honey. With a final, desperate push, he plunged his cock into my virgin asshole, shattering the last vestiges of my resistance. The pain was exquisite, a searing pleasure that left me gasping for air.

As I shivered, he pulled his cock out, leaving me weak and trembling. He grabbed my clit, pulling it out of my pussy and holding it aloft like a trophy. His eyes gleamed with triumph as he took a bite out of my shoulder blade, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through my body. My body shook uncontrollably, my juices flowing freely as my pussy spasmed and ran all over his cock. He continued to torment me, his hands twisting and pulling at my nipples, leaving me breathless and begging for release.

His hands moved further up my body, licking and sucking my sensitive skin. He moaned with delight as he tasted my honey, his tongue exploring every inch of my flesh. Then, he plunged his cock back into my pussy, taking me deep inside. The pressure built, intensifying the sensations, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy. I screamed, tears streaming down my face, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

As we reached the climax, I lost all control, my body convulsing as my pussy exploded in a torrent of warm, sticky fluid. The pleasure was overwhelming, a feeling of utter abandon and release. When he finally withdrew, I lay there panting, my body trembling from the intensity of the experience.

He pulled my legs over his head, his body pressing against mine, creating a feeling of complete intimacy. He brought his lips to my neck, sucking deeply, drawing out my essence. I moaned, surrendering to his dominance, enjoying every moment of our shared pleasure.

Finally, he released me, pulling back from my body. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with adoration, before turning to leave the room, leaving me alone with the lingering scent of his body and the unforgettable memory of our encounter. As I lay there, tangled in the sheets, I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted, passionate affair. It was a beginning born of frustration, desire, and a desperate need for release. And I, for one, was more than willing to indulge in it.

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