Height Difference, Wet & Wild

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, mirroring the insistent throb in my groin. My wife, Seraphina, was a striking woman, a towering five-foot-ten with a cascade of fiery red hair that tumbled down her back. I, at six-foot-two, was built like a brick wall, a fact that always amused her. We’d been married for five years, a passionate, all-consuming love affair that had only intensified with time. Tonight, the desire was particularly sharp, a primal ache that demanded release.

We’d been playing in the shower earlier, a session fueled by exhaustion and a shared need for release. The memory alone sent shivers down my spine. The sensation of her silky hair and delicate labia against my shaft as I slid my cock between her legs from behind was exquisite. My head pressed against her clit, each thrust a slow, deliberate dance of pleasure. She was clearly turned on, but the day had taken its toll, leaving her drained. Yet, she still wanted to give me what I craved, pushing me down gently and placing one leg up on my shoulder while she stood. It gave me an unparalleled view of her magnificent pussy, a sight that made my breath catch in my throat.

“Stroke your cock,” she murmured, her voice husky with arousal. I complied, wrapping my hand around the throbbing muscle and slowly gliding my foreskin up and down. Her fingers traced patterns on my face, her touch both gentle and insistent. As I accelerated my pace, her pussy pressed against my face, and I began tonguing and licking her with abandon. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and heat that fueled my desire. I was edging closer to climax, each movement building the pressure, the anticipation a tangible force.

Just as I felt the inevitable surge threatening to overwhelm me, she pushed her pussy hard against my face, effectively cutting off my air supply. The world narrowed to the sensation of her wetness against my skin, my body contorting in a desperate attempt to maintain control. It felt like an eternity, each second a torment and a pleasure. Then, the dam broke. The release was explosive, a torrent of ecstasy that consumed me entirely. I lost all sense of self, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

When the tremors subsided, I let go of my now-spent cock, dripping with cum. Seraphina, a faint smile playing on her lips, simply said, “Love you. Goodnight!” before padding off to bed, her body already heavy with sleep.

My own restlessness kept me awake. The need to scratch that itch, to recapture the feeling of her on me, was unbearable. I slipped out of bed, pulled on a pair of worn jeans, and headed out into the night. I drove down to the local gas station, needing a quick energy drink to dull the edges of my desire.

As I approached the cashier, I caught sight of a woman standing just outside the store, browsing the selection of candy bars. At first, I didn’t pay much attention, but then I realized she was incredibly familiar. Tall, athletic build, fiery red hair, the same captivating eyes as Seraphina. It was her, without a doubt. A lookalike, a perfect reflection of my wife. A wave of heat washed over me, a primal urge to run back to the cabin and lose myself in her embrace. But a responsible part of my brain reminded me she needed her sleep, her rest more than she needed another round of passionate play.

Back in my truck, I couldn’t resist the pull. I eased down my gym shorts, revealing a noticeable bulge in my workout attire, a testament to my already impressive physique. The drive home was agonizing, each mile stretching the anticipation. My cock grew larger, more insistent, fueled by the relentless thoughts of Seraphina, her warmth, her scent, the feel of her skin against mine.

As I pulled into my driveway, I knew I couldn't contain the urges any longer. I put the truck in park, disengaged the handbrake, and, without hesitation, plunged into the cabin. I quickly stripped off my clothes, hanging them on the back of the door, and made my way to the bedroom. The bed was cold, the sheets inviting. I crawled in, pulling the covers up to my chin, and closed my eyes, savoring the anticipation.

As I lay there, my hand instinctively moved towards my groin. The throbbing was now a raging inferno, demanding immediate attention. With a deep breath, I brought my hand up and began to stroke my cock, slow and deliberate at first, then building to a frantic pace. The pleasure was exquisite, each movement amplifying the heat, drawing me deeper into the throes of desire.

Lost in the sensation, I completely forgot about the rain, the cabin, everything except the overwhelming need to be closer to Seraphina. I imagined her lying beside me, her warm breath on my neck, her hand caressing my body. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down my spine.

As my arousal reached its peak, I lost control, letting out a guttural groan as I finally succumbed to the inevitable. The release was explosive, a torrent of ecstasy that consumed me entirely. My body convulsed with pleasure, each wave of sensation more intense than the last. I thrashed around in the sheets, clinging to the covers as if my life depended on it. The world spun, the colors blurred, and all that existed was the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

When the tremors finally subsided, I lay panting in the bed, my body drenched in sweat. The pleasure lingered, a warm, satisfying ache in my groin. I felt weak, vulnerable, but utterly content. As I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but smile, grateful for the life I had built with Seraphina, this incredible, demanding, and utterly perfect woman.

It was then that I realized just how much she meant to me, and how easily I could spend my days lost in the pleasure of her touch, her scent, her very presence. A life of pure, unadulterated lust, fueled by the desire to be closer to her, to lose myself completely in her arms.

Looking down at my now flaccid cock, I realized that the experience had left me exhausted, but also strangely energized. The memory of her on my face, the taste of her pussy, the feeling of her body pressed against mine – these sensations would linger long after the last trace of arousal had faded. As I drifted off to sleep, a single thought echoed in my mind: I couldn’t wait to see her again.

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