Jacuzzi Heat & Silent Nights

The digital clock on the bedside table blinked 8:30 PM, casting a pale blue glow across the room. I was submerged in the hot, soothing embrace of the Jacuzzi, letting the warm jets of bubbles wash over my belly, back, and between my legs, while lost in the pages of my book. Chris, a man perpetually consumed by his work as a doctor, lay nude on the motel bed, engrossed in some mind-numbing trashy cable show and meticulously solving crosswords. After the intense, raw release of our first sexual encounter of the weekend, I decided to plan a more romantic, slowly unfolding candlelight coupling before retiring for the night, followed by a much-needed intimate conversation and prayer as we drifted off to sleep. The candles and rarely seen sexy lingerie were packed away in my travel bag, awaiting their moment to ignite passion.

Chris looked utterly exhausted, a consequence of his relentless dedication to caring for others, neglecting his own well-being. I desperately hoped he would find ample opportunity for recharging and relaxation during our time away – alone. Perhaps it was time to simply let him drift off to sleep.

However, as fate would have it, he grabbed a box of decadent double chocolate cookies and slid into the whirlpool beside me. The heart-shaped tub proved surprisingly comfortable for two, and we found ourselves engrossed in our separate pursuits, nibbling on the cookies, watching the questionable TV program, and engaging in light conversation, feeling a sense of contentment and peace. Suddenly, our fingers brushed against each other, descending slowly down to our groins. A shared awareness sparked between us, and a silent invitation hung in the air. I pinched, stroked, and rolled his semi-hard cock, while he reciprocated with playful exploration of my pussy, all the while maintaining focus on our respective distractions.

This continued for over an hour, a strange dance of attraction and restraint. Just as my clitoris began to swell and double in size, causing me to gasp and shudder, Chris swiftly lifted me out of the tub, dried me off, and gently laid my warm, vulnerable form upon the bed. The fire in his eyes was undeniably joyful, and I held his gaze, thoroughly thrilled by the love and longing reflected within them.

Then, his green, sparkling dilated pupils began a slow, deliberate descent down my glistening pink body, taking in every detail: my erect nipples, my belly button, the pouting folds of my womanhood, and the increasingly swollen, throbbing clitoris. Chris smiled, and a not-unpleasant shudder rippled through my body. I knew exactly what he desired, and in that moment, I resolved to give it to him.

I’ve read online that most wives don’t experience this particular problem, but perhaps due to lingering remnants of my strict upbringing, I’ve always struggled to view my genitals as anything other than slightly unattractive and dirty, rarely allowing Chris to go down on me. Most women crave cunnilingus but don’t get enough of it, whereas we seem to be the opposite. Usually, he has to beg for it, and I truly need to be in the mood to allow the same mouth that kisses my lips to caress me down there.

He looked back into my eyes and whispered, "May I?" And with a grin, I nodded, and you wouldn't believe the look of pure delight on his face! As he started eating me out, savoring every inch, the anticipation built within me.

He began with eager laps of his tongue against the outer lips, followed by playful nips on the inner lips. Licking me from stem to stern like a cunnilingual lollipop. Mmm... The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure that was to come.

Then, he shifted his body down between my legs to gain a better angle, and the sensations intensified, penetrating deeper and feeling wonderfully different. I felt my soul being transported to the edge of orgasm, as if on the precipice of a thrilling descent.

As he moved again, this time turning me over into a 69 position, I had easy access to his hardening love tool, and I sucked and stroked greedily. My heart began to pound out of control, my breathing grew coarse and rapid, and once again, I felt myself drifting towards the plateau of climax.

Chris withdrew from my mouth (I wasn't really concentrating on what I was doing anyway!), and knelt once more to my side, sucking my entire vulva into his mouth – Whoahhhh, does that blow my mind! – teasing my clitoris with his teeth and kneading my nipples. The sensations were overwhelming, pushing me further into the throes of ecstasy. Then, without warning, I erupted and bucked and screamed (hey, this was a motel, why not?), as multiple orgasms wracked my body, each one more intense than the last.

I was purring in a semi-stupor while Chris turned out the lights and crawled in next to me, whereupon I snuggled deep into my spot, my personal safe place, my little cozy haven between his chest and shoulder, my nose tickling his beard. Good-night Angela, I love you. Mmmmm, Chris, mmm…

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll finally get to light my candles. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. But for now, nestled in the warmth of his arms, lost in the afterglow of passion, I felt utterly content, secure, and undeniably desired. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of being completely and utterly consumed by pleasure.

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