Friends, Pork, and Pleasure

The rain hammered against the windows of our sprawling ranch house, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent thrumming in my veins. Six friends were due any minute, a casual Sunday evening gathering that had morphed into something far more potent in my mind. My wife, Seraphina, a woman sculpted from sin and desire, had made her intentions clear. She'd been watching me, her eyes lingering on my exposed flesh while I was showering, a mischievous glint in their depths that sent a shiver down my spine. The pulled pork was almost ready, a delicious distraction, but it was nothing compared to the anticipation building within me.

As I stepped out of the shower, the scent of peppermint soap clinging to my skin, Seraphina materialized, a vision in a silk robe, her movements fluid and predatory. She casually inquired about the pork, but her gaze never left my member, growing increasingly bold. The heat began to rise, igniting a fire in my loins that threatened to consume me. I tried to play it cool, offering a nonchalant response about checking on the meat, but her touch, a feather-light brush against my crotch, sent a jolt through my entire being.

Suddenly, I felt myself hardening, the muscles in my thighs contracting involuntarily. I stammered a suggestion that we could make it happen, but Seraphina simply laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through the room. “Not now, darling,” she purred, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. “Let’s save the pleasure for later.”

The doorbell rang, shattering the tense atmosphere. Our friends arrived, a boisterous group eager to unwind after a long week. The conversation flowed, punctuated by laughter and clinking glasses of wine. Yet, my mind remained fixated on Seraphina, her presence a constant, tantalizing reminder of the unfulfilled desires simmering beneath the surface. As she passed me in the kitchen, refilling her own glass, she deliberately brushed her ample backside against my crotch. The sensation was electric, sending waves of heat through my body. I watched her, lost in the intoxicating display, as she sauntered away, her yoga pants clinging to her curves like a second skin.

The thought of what I wanted to do later gnawed at me, the desire growing with each passing moment. I found myself fantasizing about surrendering completely, losing control in the heat of the moment. The longer the evening wore on, the more insistent the cravings became. I caught myself stealing glances at Seraphina, gauging her mood, searching for any sign that she might succumb to my desires.

Then, my phone vibrated, pulling me back to reality. It was Seraphina, sending two cryptic texts. The first read, “Make sure you’re alone when you open.” The second, a blatant invitation: a photograph of her in a black sheer bra and panty set, sprawled across our king-sized bed. The image was a direct challenge, a blatant display of her intentions.

Panic and excitement warred within me. I quickly scanned the house, confirming that everyone was occupied in the living room, engrossed in a heated game of poker. Taking a deep breath, I made my way upstairs, my heart pounding against my ribs.

The bedroom door swung open, revealing Seraphina in all her glory. She was breathtaking, her skin glistening with moisture, her eyes blazing with lust. Without a word, I lunged towards her, my hands caressing her body, my lips devouring her breasts. She responded with equal fervor, her hands exploring my chest, her nails digging into my skin. The air crackled with electricity as we moved closer, our bodies intertwining in a desperate embrace.

She was already wet, her body trembling with anticipation. “We need to hurry,” she gasped, her voice breathless. “Let’s go inside you.” Her words were a command, a declaration of her dominance. I didn't hesitate. I felt a primal urge to submit, to lose myself in her pleasure.

As we moved to the bed, I couldn't resist the urge to question her preferences. "In my mouth," she said, her voice husky with desire, "and don't spill a drop." The instruction was both shocking and exhilarating. I pulled out, drawing on every ounce of my stamina, desperate to satisfy her insatiable appetite.

Seraphina began sucking, her lips wrapping around my penis with an intensity that bordered on painful. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure and agony that left me gasping for air. Her hands caressed my body, drawing me deeper into her embrace. I felt myself losing control, my muscles involuntarily contracting, my body trembling with ecstasy.

As I neared the brink of climax, I found myself overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. "Where do you want it?" I managed to croak out, my voice barely audible.

Seraphina, lost in her own pleasure, simply shrugged, her eyes closed in bliss. "In my mouth," she repeated, her voice muffled against my flesh. "And don't spill a drop."

I obeyed, surrendering completely to her demands. With a final, desperate thrust, I exploded in her mouth, releasing a torrent of semen that filled her senses. The sensation was incredible, a symphony of pleasure that left me weak and spent.

Seraphina continued sucking, her grip unrelenting. I felt a strange disconnect, as if I were no longer in control of my own body. Her persistence was both terrifying and exhilarating. It drove me insane, pushing me to the very edge of my limits. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of her lips against my flesh and the intoxicating scent of arousal.

Finally, as I reached the point of no return, Seraphina abruptly pulled away, her face flushed with pleasure. We gathered ourselves as best as we could, catching our breath and regaining some semblance of composure. Looking across the room, I saw that no one had noticed our clandestine rendezvous. They were still engrossed in their game of poker, oblivious to the passionate encounter that had just taken place.

A mischievous glint returned to Seraphina's eyes as she winked at me. Knowing what we had just done, I couldn't wait for the next time. The desire to lose myself in her embrace, to explore the depths of our shared pleasure, was too strong to resist. The rain continued to fall outside, a soothing soundtrack to our forbidden love affair. The evening was far from over, and I knew that we would find a way to indulge in our desires once again.

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