Melody's Nipple Fixer's Delight

The afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, casting a warm glow on Melody’s face as she adjusted the remote, pausing the nature documentary about cuttlefish mating rituals. We'd been retired for five years now, a quiet life of crossword puzzles, gardening, and, well, this. My wife, Melody, possessed a particular fondness for observing the natural world, a habit she'd cultivated during her days as a marine biologist. And, let’s be honest, she found my morning routine a rather stimulating experience.

“Fixing my problem,” as we’d affectionately dubbed it, was a ritual we’d established long ago. It wasn't exactly what you’d call a date, but it certainly filled a specific void. During these sessions, I received a generous dose of nipple stimulation, alternating between her generous breasts and my own, until I inevitably surrendered to the inevitable release. There was always a playful element, a touch of dominance and submission that fueled our shared enjoyment.

This morning, however, Melody seemed hesitant. She didn't immediately dive into the familiar routine, instead opting for a more subdued approach. "Not in the mood for titty play today, honey," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of something I couldn’t quite decipher. But her eyes held a challenge, an invitation that I couldn't resist. Fixing my problem sometimes truly turned her on, and I was more than happy to oblige. The thought of her big, round womanly tits and nipples, the way they begged to be touched, sent shivers down my spine.

After what felt like a blissful, no-boob FMP, Melody surprised me with an unexpected request. “Let’s do a little boobie oral love first,” she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. She was topless, arching her back in a way that always sent a jolt of electricity through me. Without hesitation, I leaned over, sinking my hands into the velvety softness of her tits, expertly sucking and tongue-flicking each raspberry-like hard nipple. It was brief, intense, and utterly divine. I expected her to want more, but she seemed content for now, her breathing quickening with each passing moment. Still, the anticipation hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken desire.

As we were getting dressed, I caught sight of the open blinds behind her, letting in a sliver of sunlight that highlighted her pale skin. It was a small detail, but it added another layer of intrigue to the scene. I closed them, creating a more intimate atmosphere, before resuming my sensual assault. The sight of her exposed skin, vulnerable and beautiful, ignited a primal fire within me.

At 1:15 pm, we settled back on the couch to watch the nature documentary. The scene on screen depicted a young cuttlefish male aggressively pursuing a guarded female, engaging in a frenzied mating ritual. The larger, older male guarding the female was completely oblivious to the clandestine affair taking place beneath his watchful gaze. The smaller male, displaying remarkable cunning, cleverly altered his skin pattern to mimic the female's coloration, successfully infiltrating the larger male’s territory.

“Cuttlefish porn!” I chuckled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Well, he was crafty, wasn't he? Snuck in under the bigger cuttlefish and got to have his fun and pass on his genes.”

Melody looked over at me, her expression subtly alluring. The scene had clearly caught her attention, and she responded with a playful challenge. “You wanna mate?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of provocation.

“Of course,” I replied, my heart pounding with excitement. “You really want to get fucked and fuck me back?”

“YES!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with unadulterated passion. The sheer force of her desire was palpable, electrifying the air around us.

Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled up her shirt and bra, revealing her perfectly sculpted breasts. I swiftly retrieved my hardening cock and began pumping, the rhythmic motion a testament to my arousal. But as I did, I noticed the open blinds behind her. It was an unintentional act of vulnerability, but I couldn't resist the urge to close them, creating a more intimate setting.

Before long, we both felt the need for something more intense. We rose from the couch, drawn by an irresistible force, and headed for the bedroom. The walk felt longer than usual, each step fueled by anticipation and lust.

In the bedroom, Melody stripped off her top and bra with a speed that bordered on reckless abandon. Just as I was about to dive back into the familiar comfort of sucking and tongue-flicking her tits, she stopped me. She knelt on the bed, her knees resting on the edge, her back arched provocatively. The sight of her, half-naked and vulnerable, was enough to send shivers down my spine.

“Do you see what I’m doing?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

“You’re reaching underneath and rubbing your clit and pussy with your finger!” I replied, my voice thick with pleasure.

“Mmmm… Yes I am!” she confirmed, her eyes locked on mine. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do!” I exclaimed, my body responding instinctively to her touch. I moved in behind her, grasping her luscious ass and pulling her closer.

I grabbed “Pink Loopy,” one of our vibrators, and coated it generously with Überlube before plunging into her awaiting pussy. The sensation was exquisite, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure. Then, as a playful gesture, I handed her the vibrator, allowing her to take control for a while. I pulled out my phone, eager to capture this moment, this raw display of intimacy, and film our erotic encounter. As I filmed, my cock descended into her accepting pussy, the image both exhilarating and slightly mortifying.

“Fuck me harder!” she demanded, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Melody loves a good pounding fuck from behind when she’s really wired, so I obliged her with gusto. Her pussy responded with powerful contractions, the rhythm of our movements becoming increasingly frenzied. We could hear my balls slapping her ass as we worked, a primal symphony of pleasure and release. It was as if we were both lost in a world of pure sensation, completely consumed by our shared lust.

I hoped to cum inside her cute cunt, but I'd already satisfied my needs earlier in the day. PM sex is notoriously difficult on my heart, and I wasn't prepared to push myself that far. Nevertheless, I laid down beside her, allowing the heat of her body to radiate through me. We kissed deeply, lingering in the moment, lost in our mutual desire.

As we clung together, I noticed her arousal levels rising again. She adorned herself in a purple, open-cup, open-crotch teddy, a garment that always seemed to amplify her sensuality. As I shaved, she arched her back, her body a study in provocative beauty. The sight of her exposed skin, so vulnerable and inviting, ignited a fresh wave of desire within me.

“Do you see what I’m doing?” she asked, her voice laced with playful taunting.

“You’re reaching underneath and rubbing your clit and pussy with your finger!” I replied, unable to tear my eyes away from her alluring display.

“Mmmm… Yes I am!” she confirmed, her breathing quickening with each passing moment. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do!” I exclaimed, my body responding instinctively to her touch. I moved in behind her, grasping her luscious ass and pulling her closer.

The intensity of the moment intensified, and I began to increase my movements, pushing myself to the very edge of pleasure. It felt as though time had ceased to exist, as if we were trapped in an endless loop of lust and desire. Then, in an unexpected twist, she grabbed the Pink Loopy and began to stimulate her own clitoris, intensifying her orgasm even further. We continued in this manner, alternating between each other's pleasure, lost in a shared frenzy of sensation.

“I-I’m cumming!” she gasped out, her voice barely audible above the pounding of our hearts.

I felt my own release approaching, a surge of pleasure building within me. I yearned to cum on her tits, a familiar pleasure that always brought a sense of completion. But I knew she wanted more, so I shifted my focus to her pussy, unleashing a torrent of sperm into her awaiting depths.

Before I moved from Tip on Nip, she looked longingly at my cock and asked me, “Please fuck me some more!”

“Fuck you where?” I questioned, my voice slightly breathless.

“Fuck my pussy!” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperate longing.

So, we quickly transitioned back to our X position, resuming our frenzied movements. Her Kegel caresses felt exquisite on top of her orgasm’s lingering pulsations, and the vibrations from the vibrator added another layer of pleasure to the experience. With her on her back and me on my side, she could buzz her clit while simultaneously experiencing the intense pleasure of our mutual penetration. We both thoroughly enjoyed this arrangement, prolonging the pleasure and deepening our connection.

“You do know that you’re a really good fuck, right?” I said, my voice laced with admiration.

She snickered, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I know. Fuck me harder Tommy! You can do it!”

Her words ignited a fresh wave of passion within me, and I redoubled my efforts, pushing myself even further towards the brink of ecstasy. It was a truly epic experience, a perfect storm of lust, desire, and raw sensation. As I reached the peak of my pleasure, I slid up to cuddle with her, lost in the warmth of her body.

“We need to watch cuttlefish porn more often,” I joked, breaking the spell of our shared intimacy. “By the way Melody, what are we doing now?”

She thought for a moment, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. “Cuddling?” she guessed.

“Yes and no,” I replied, pulling her closer. “We arecuttling! Or you could say, cuttlefish cuddling!”

We both burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the bedroom. We lingered in our “cuttling” for a while, savoring the moment, before finally releasing ourselves from our embrace. As we got up, I noticed her arousal levels rising again. She grabbed the Pink Loopy and began to stimulate her own clitoris once more, intensifying her pleasure. In less than thirty seconds, she came again, her body writhing with ecstasy.

As she continued to enjoy her orgasm, I pulled out my phone, eager to capture this unforgettable moment. I filmed our erotic encounter, ensuring that every detail, every touch, every expression of pleasure was preserved for posterity. The result was a stunning visual testament to our shared lust and passion.

Finally, we cleaned up and dressed, then returned to the living room to continue watching the nature documentary. TWO ORGASMS EACH TODAY!!! Pretty good for two retirees with one foot in the grave and one foot in mortality. Life is good! We are both grateful to Heavenly Father that these sexual loving opportunities keep happening to us.

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