Juice Rush: A Wife's Anticipation

The rain hammered against the windows of our small apartment, a frantic rhythm matching the anticipation thrumming through me. My wife, Seraphina, had been tormenting me all day with snippets of her desires, each text a fresh wave of heat washing over my senses. Just hours ago, she’d described a particularly potent craving, a hunger for my juices that bordered on desperate. Now, she was demanding my attention, a silent challenge hanging in the air between us.

I’d answered her insistent pleas, stripping off my clothes and rushing into the bathroom, eager to fulfill her every whim. The cool water of the shower was a welcome relief, washing away the day’s stress and intensifying my arousal. As I lathered up, I couldn’t help but replay her words, savoring the image of her wide-open mouth, her throbbing throat. It wasn't just physical pleasure she craved; it was a complete surrender, a complete loss of control.

When I emerged, the scent of citrus and lavender clung to my skin, a subtle reminder of her readiness. She was waiting for me in the bedroom, a single, crimson rose placed on the nightstand as a silent invitation. The air hung thick with unspoken desire. She wore a silk negligee, the fabric clinging to her curves, showcasing her flawless figure. Her pussy was visible, a pale pink invitation glistening with moisture. A tampon, pale pink and slick, peeked out from beneath, a small, provocative detail that only fueled my lust.

“Tonight, it’s my turn,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. She’d taken the time to cleanse herself, meticulously scrubbing every inch of her body. Her vulva was exquisitely shaped, and the sight of it sent shivers down my spine. "But save your energy. When my period ends, you’ll have earned a full return." A playful challenge, laced with anticipation.

As I approached, she arched her back, extending her legs wide. Her body radiated heat, drawing me closer. Her eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, demanding my complete attention. She gestured towards her exposed pussy, a silent command that sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

“Come closer,” she breathed, her voice barely audible above the pounding rain. I moved forward, my hand instinctively reaching out to caress her smooth skin. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of heat through my veins. She leaned into my touch, her body trembling slightly.

“Let’s begin,” she murmured, her voice laced with anticipation.

With deliberate slowness, I lowered myself onto the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. The scent of her body, a heady blend of perfume and natural musk, filled my senses. I gently lifted her legs, pulling her closer until her pussy was fully exposed.

I began by kissing her lips, a slow, deliberate exploration that ignited a fire within me. Her breath hitched with each touch, her body responding to my every advance. I traced the delicate curve of her clit, my tongue teasing her sensitive flesh. She moaned softly, her body arching in pleasure.

As I continued to caress her pussy, her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me closer still. I deepened my kisses, exploring every inch of her mouth, her throat, her lips. Her body vibrated with pleasure, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

I pulled back slightly, allowing her to take control. She pressed her head against my chest, her body convulsing with pleasure. I continued to stimulate her pussy, varying the pressure and rhythm, pushing her closer to the brink.

Suddenly, she let out a sharp gasp, her body arching even further. I knew what was coming. With a final, desperate push, she released a torrent of pleasure, a wave of intense sensation that washed over me.

As she regained her composure, she began to lick my cock, her tongue working its way up my shaft with unrestrained passion. Her wetness coated my skin, creating a slippery, tantalizing sensation. I moaned in response, lost in the moment.

Her movements became more frantic, her body convulsing with each thrust. Her pussy pulsed rhythmically, mirroring my own arousal. I responded with increased intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Then, with a final, desperate push, I released my load, a powerful explosion of pleasure that echoed through our small apartment. The sensation was overwhelming, both intense and exhilarating.

As the last vestiges of pleasure faded, she continued to lick my cock, savoring the taste of my ejaculate. Her body trembled with satisfaction, her breathing returning to normal. She then slipped her tongue between my legs, licking my balls with fierce abandon.

As she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with excitement, she said, “Next time, you’ll mouth-fuck my pussy. Right?” A playful challenge, laced with promise.

“For sure,” I replied, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “But let’s both be clean, because I love the pure taste we get!”

“It’s a deal!” she exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the room. “When I get ready, I’ll text.”

The rain continued to fall outside, but inside our apartment, the atmosphere was electric. The scent of citrus and lavender hung in the air, a reminder of the intense pleasure we had just shared. I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted game, a never-ending cycle of desire and dominance. And as I lay there beside her, lost in the afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help but smile. The rain may fall, but our passion burns brighter than ever.

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