King Size Comfort, Heated Touch

The adjustable massage beds were a recent indulgence, a testament to our shared slowing down as we approached fifty. Lori and I had bought them a few years back, seeking a little relief from the aches and pains that came with age. They were surprisingly large, each a generous twin-sized expanse, so when placed side by side, they created a king-sized sanctuary. Last night, after a particularly stimulating date with Mark, we settled in, seeking the comforting embrace of our new beds. I grabbed the remote and flipped it on, initiating the programmed vibrations. The beds hummed with a gentle thrum, a soothing balm for tired muscles.

Lori, ever appreciative of my ministrations, leaned into my touch. "You always know how to unwind me, Steve," she murmured, her voice soft against my ear. I obliged, my fingers finding their familiar rhythm across her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her spine before moving down to her arms and hands. The bed’s vibrations intensified with each stroke, a primal symphony of pleasure. As I worked my way toward her shoulders, I gently removed her silk top, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. The massage continued, my hands gliding downward, exploring the contours of her back. A moan escaped her lips as my fingertips pressed into the sensitive flesh at the base of her spine. I held one hand there, anchoring her, while the other reached around, delicately capturing her right breast. A slow, deliberate rub of her nipple sent shivers down her spine, followed by another, deeper massage of her lower back. Her moans grew more insistent, a delicious soundtrack to my pleasure.

Reluctantly, I released her breast, continuing my exploration down toward her feet. I pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off, revealing her smooth, tanned skin. She lay on her stomach, her legs slightly apart, a pose that always made my pulse quicken. I loved the way the soft fabric clung to her curves, highlighting her ample derriere. I began massaging her thighs and buttocks, working my way upward, increasing the intensity with each pass. My hands moved slowly, deliberately, teasing her skin before drawing closer to her inner thighs. The heat emanating from her body intensified as I approached her slit, the anticipation building with every inch. The feeling was exquisite, a delectable blend of arousal and control. I could feel the sweat gathering on her skin, a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing.

Lowering myself to the foot of the bed, I positioned myself between her legs, getting a clear view of her magnificent assets. Her pussy, swollen and glistening, beckoned me closer. The scent of arousal filled the air, intoxicating and primal. With a gentle touch, I stroked her outer lips, feeling the slickness of her juices. Then, I dipped a finger inside, tasting the honeyed nectar, savoring the exquisite sensation. An idea sparked in my mind, a mischievous impulse that sent a shiver down my spine. I grabbed the remote control on her side and said, "Scoot down a bit, let your legs fall over the edge."

"Steve – what are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and trepidation.

“Just wait and see,” I replied, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I tossed a plush pillow onto the floor, then dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed. As I pulled her closer, I raised the bed incrementally, bringing her steamy pussy into perfect view. With a triumphant flourish, I grabbed both sides of her cute butt and pulled her apart, positioning myself directly above her entrance. I kissed her full on her pussy, mimicking the act of kissing her lips, savoring the warmth and the feel of her yielding flesh. The juices began to drip, a glistening cascade of pleasure. I licked them up, relishing the taste, a primal urge taking over.

I began licking her slit, tracing the edges with my tongue, feeling the delicate sensitivity beneath my fingertips. She had always adored oral sex, but I found a deeper satisfaction in claiming her entirely. The feel, the taste, the heat – it was all intoxicating. My body responded in kind, hardening with each stroke, eager for more. Maintaining a steady rhythm, I kept her pussy open to me, wet the tips of my fingers in her juices, and rubbed her clit with deliberate precision. With each pass, I pulled open her swollen inner lips, exposing the sensitive nerve center. I kissed it gently, then moved my mouth over her entire slit, savoring every sensation, letting the warmth and honey infuse her body. Dipping my tongue into her pussy, I coated her clit with her hot juices, then licked all the way up and down her slit, intensifying the pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

After a few more licks, I remained fixed on the tip of her clit, holding her tightly as her body tightened in anticipation. Her orgasm began to build, a rhythmic pulsing that resonated through her entire being. She gasped and moaned, lost in the throes of pleasure, her body arching as she reached the peak of her pleasure. I maintained a steady pace, giving her what I hoped was a truly fulfilling experience, pushing her to the very edge of sensation.

Lori settled down, sighing contentedly. "Oh gosh, Steve," she whispered, her voice still laced with pleasure, "that was so good!"

"Good!" I agreed, my heart pounding with satisfaction. "Now it's my turn."

Standing tall, I declared, "Don’t move."

With a flick of the wrist, I pressed the "foot up" button on the remote, raising the bed until my hard cock was positioned perfectly above her entrance. I grabbed her beautiful ass, then pushed myself straight into her hot, wet pussy, savoring the feeling of her yielding flesh. The tightness and warmth were exquisite, a delicious contrast to the cool air. Slipping in easily, I found myself thrusting in long, slow strokes, designed to heighten the sensations and prolong the pleasure.

As she began to push back, attempting to control the pace, I doubled my efforts, using my entire weight to penetrate deeper into her body. The sensation was incredible, a surge of power and control that sent shivers down my spine. There was no turning back now; I was locked in, completely immersed in the moment. My balls grew heavy, full of anticipation, ready to unleash their pent-up energy. Three more hard strokes, and I exploded, releasing a torrent of semen into her receptive pussy. The spasms took over my body, shaking me from head to toe as I poured my pleasure into her. I stayed there, pushing in as deeply as possible, determined to give her every last drop of satisfaction.

What a night! We were both speechless, lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. Finally, we snuggled back into bed, seeking comfort in each other's arms. "I love you," we whispered simultaneously, our voices filled with tenderness and gratitude. The adjustable massage beds, once simply a means of relieving aches and pains, had become the backdrop for an unforgettable night of passion and pleasure. As we drifted off to sleep, intertwined in each other's embrace, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey into sensual exploration.

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