Lost in Desire's Embrace

My throbbing penis demanded attention, a primal need that throbbed with insistent urgency. I’d been thinking of my wife, Sarah, wishing she were here on this business trip to Denver, chasing a lead on a potential new client. But this time, she couldn’t work it out, a scheduling conflict that left me stranded in a sterile, beige motel room miles from anything resembling comfort. So I had to content myself with masturbation and fantasies of her to take care of my desperate need. The loneliness was a tangible weight, pressing down on me, fueling the intensity of my desires.

Once I closed the door to my motel room, the crisp white shirt and tailored suit felt like a suffocating armor. The leather shoes, loosened and discarded, allowed my feet to breathe, a small, insignificant victory in the face of my mounting frustration. So good to be free of that stuffy exterior! Naked, I lay on the bed, the threadbare cotton sheets doing little to soothe my feverish anticipation. My manhood bounced with the beat of my heart, a frantic drum against my thigh, a constant reminder of the pleasure just out of reach. One small touch on the front of it caused a cascade of pleasure to roll across my body, a slow, delicious wave starting deep within my core and spreading outwards, igniting every nerve ending. My cock immediately hardened even more, a taut, crimson knot demanding release. I pressed my thumb on the back of my dick while moving the taut skin in a small circle with my fingers, feeling the rhythmic pulse of blood flow intensifying the sensation. A renewed sense of intense energy emanated from my groin, a raw, primal power threatening to overwhelm me. The heat built, a roaring fire beneath my skin, pushing me closer to the edge.

I closed my eyes, so I could fully immerse myself in the fantasy, focusing my mind on Sarah, letting her image flood my consciousness. Fully naked, her curves were a masterpiece sculpted by nature, a breathtaking display of feminine beauty. Her breasts, full and round, rose above the rumpled sheets, their delicate pink skin promising untold delights. A slightly rounded stomach, a gentle curve hinting at her nurturing spirit, dove to her juicy pussy, a focal point of intense desire. Topping it off is a triangle of trimmed hair, a playful suggestion of mischief and allure. Her hands reached down, her fingers tracing the sensitive folds of her labia until she found her clit, the center of her pleasure. Then she threw her head back and moaned, a raw, guttural sound filled with pure ecstasy as her own pleasure shot through her nerves. It was a symphony of sensation, a testament to the exquisite beauty of female arousal.

Seeing her enjoying herself so intensely, I noticed my own growing orgasm gaining strength, mirroring her pleasure like a reflection in a still pond. I pumped up and down while moving my fingers in a small, circular motion, feeling the pressure build within me, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch. My dick responded with pulses of tingling energy coursing over my body, a vibrant current that spread from my groin to my fingertips, igniting every inch of my skin. It was like waves crashing upon my nerves, rolling back and forth, up and down, a relentless, unstoppable force. I loved it when my dick was this sensitive, this receptive to the sheer power of her pleasure.

Then my dream wife walked toward me, a slow, deliberate stride that sent shivers down my spine. She placed her hands on my manhood, admiring it as it towered above my pelvis, its head a deep, vibrant purple. She caressed it, her touch feather-light yet undeniably powerful, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. Renewed waves of pleasure shot from the tip of my penis, down the shaft, and spread out over my body, tingling my toes and leaving me breathless. I bucked under her touch, pushing my dick higher, desperate to keep pace with the escalating intensity. She responded by wrapping her lips around the shaft and sucking it in, a slow, deliberate action that built the tension to an unbearable crescendo. The air crackled with electricity, the scent of arousal thick in the room.

“Ohhhhhhh!” I felt my muscles vibrating uncontrollably, the release imminent, inevitable. I knew at any moment I would have my release, a moment I’d been anticipating for hours. My wife’s image continued to suck down my shaft until her mouth reached my tight balls, the sensation both exquisite and overwhelming. Then she pulled upward, still keeping suction on my dick, holding me captive in the grip of her lustful embrace. Once she reached the head, she would plunge back down, swallowing my dick again. Over and over she rose and dived, each time my orgasmic energy would reach a new peak until I thought I would explode. The sight of her lips on my dick, moving up and down, sent me over the top, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over me.

I slowed my movements as I approached the point of no return, savoring the exquisite agony of the build-up. I held it there, enjoying the intense pleasure of the peak, every muscle in my body screaming with delight. Precum started dribbling out of my dick, a slow, steady stream that felt both shameful and utterly satisfying. I stood on the edge of the waterfall, as orgasmic energy crashed down the cliff, a torrent of sensation threatening to drown me in its intensity. I spread my arms, then jumped off the edge, a reckless act of abandon, a desperate plea for release. The intensity reached an impossible high, a crescendo of pleasure that shattered my senses. I felt as if I would pass out if it continued, my knees growing weak, my body shaking uncontrollably. This would be one for the records, a testament to the depths of my desire.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” An explosive shot of cum erupted from my shaft as I soaked in the pleasure of the moment, a geyser of white cream that sprayed across my chest and stomach, soaking the bedsheets and leaving a glistening trail. Rope after rope of my white cream cascaded across my chest and stomach, clinging to my skin, amplifying the sensation. The intensity of the orgasm slowly shifted into an intense buzz of energy vibrating through my nerves, a primal hum that resonated deep within my bones. I relaxed into it, enjoying all the wonderful feelings of this beautiful trip with my dream wife. The world faded away, leaving only the exquisite pleasure of the moment, the intoxicating scent of arousal, and the overwhelming joy of being completely consumed by desire.

I smiled as I imagined her licking up the cum from my stomach and chest until she ended up at my face, a slow, deliberate act of devotion. Hungrily, she licked the last cum from my cheeks, savoring every last drop, before moving on to my lips. She found my mouth, sharing her reward, a final, lingering touch that sealed the moment. I lay there, still trembling with pleasure, letting the wave of ecstasy wash over me, lost in the depths of my own lustful fantasy.

Finally, I rose, cleaned myself up as best I could with the limited facilities, and prepared for bed. Contentment reigned in my soul, knowing I would carry the memory of this time with me for many years, a potent reminder of the power of desire and the intoxicating allure of my dream wife. The motel room suddenly felt less sterile, less oppressive, infused with the lingering scent of arousal and the echo of her moans. The loneliness had vanished, replaced by a deep, satisfied warmth.

The phone rang and I answered it, my voice thick with pleasure. “Hi, Sweetie.”
“You’re not asleep?” She responded, her voice husky with anticipation.
I laughed. “If I was, I wouldn’t be now.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I was thinking of you. And you wouldn’t believe the thoughts I had while I got off.”
I smiled. “Oh, I think I can believe it, very well indeed. Because I just had the same thoughts.”
“Really?”
“Yep. And you gave me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Thank you.”
She remained silent for a few seconds, then said, “Tell me about it.”
“Well, it started when I needed a release. So once I came to my room, I stripped my clothes off and lay on the bed, my dick already hard.”
She moaned, obviously massaging her clit or using one of her sex toys. That she could give me such a great orgasm totally through my mind amazed me. I smiled, appreciating that I could now return the favor.

I continued my story, “As you know, I’d been struggling with some serious work stress, and the pressure was building up inside me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sarah’s face, a constant reminder of what I was missing. It was unbearable. So I knew I needed to find a way to release some of that tension, to escape the confines of my thoughts and focus solely on the pleasure of the moment.”

“You’re so right. It’s amazing how powerful the mind can be, isn’t it?” she said. “Sometimes, all you need is a little bit of fantasy to take you away from the pain.”

“Exactly! That’s why I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. It was like stepping into another world, a world where everything was perfect, where all my desires were fulfilled.”

“I can only imagine. Tell me more about it. What did you do to help yourself get to the height of pleasure?”

“Well, I started by loosening my belt and unbuttoning my shirt, letting my body breathe. It felt so good to be free of those restrictive clothes, to feel the air on my skin. Then, I slowly began to move my body, letting my muscles tense and relax, focusing on the sensations in my groin. The throbbing in my penis increased with each movement, building the anticipation until it became almost unbearable.”

“Sounds intense,” she chuckled. “Keep going.”

“As you know, I have a very sensitive spot right at the base of my dick. When I started to pump my cock, the pressure built up rapidly, creating an almost unbearable tension. I could feel the blood rushing to my head, a burning sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. Then, with a final, desperate thrust, I let loose, releasing a torrent of pent-up energy and desire.”

“Oh, wow! You must have felt incredible!” she exclaimed. “Tell me everything. Did you use any aids to enhance the experience?”

“Absolutely! I had a vibrator that I kept in my briefcase, just in case. It was a small, handheld device that could provide a targeted stimulation to my most sensitive areas. I placed it right on my clit and started to run it back and forth, feeling the intense pleasure spreading throughout my body.”

“That sounds amazing! You know, I’ve always wanted to try a vibrator myself. But I’ve never been quite brave enough to buy one.”

“Don’t be shy! It’s a fantastic way to explore your own body and discover what truly turns you on. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

“You’re right. It’s time I took control of my own pleasure.” She paused for a moment, then added, “By the way, did you ever consider that your dream wife might not be so far away after all?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Well, I just found out that Sarah is planning on coming to Denver next week. She said she’s looking for a new client, and she’s heard that you’re the best in the business.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean to tell me that you actually know about Sarah?”

“Of course! How else would I know about your little fantasy life?” She giggled, clearly enjoying my confusion. “Now, let’s not waste any more time. Let’s get together and make the most of this opportunity. After all, you’ve got all night, don’t you?”

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