Melody's Sweet Revenge: A Husband's Delight

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, mirroring the tempest brewing within me. It had been a month since our wedding, a blissful blur of shared dreams and stolen kisses, and we were riding high on the intoxicating euphoria of newly married bliss. Melody was settling into our lives, embracing our chaotic family with a grace that both humbled and thrilled me. She was already a cherished part of our extended family, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that she would eventually adopt our children, molding them into the loving, compassionate individuals they were destined to become.

Melody possessed an uncanny ability to connect with people, a gift that extended even to strangers. She was the kindest, most considerate person I knew, always putting others before herself. I was constantly amazed by her capacity for empathy and her genuine desire to make those around her happy. Her dedication to our family, and her unyielding support for me, had cemented my love for her beyond measure. She was, without a doubt, the most amazing, beautiful, sexy, and loving wife a man could ever hope for.

We’d been experimenting with our sexuality since the honeymoon, discovering new heights of pleasure together. But there was one experience we’d deliberately avoided: oral sex. The memory of Melody's childhood trauma, a dark chapter in her past, cast a long shadow over our intimate moments. It felt like a sacred trust, a boundary we hadn't yet dared to cross.

Then, last Friday, I decided to break the silence. I’d received a discreet package in the mail – a stunning purple lace bra and panty set from a discreet online boutique. It was a bold choice, a step beyond our usual lingerie repertoire, but I felt compelled to provide her with something truly special, something that would ignite a spark of desire within her.

I presented the set to her on Saturday morning, watching as her eyes widened in delight. She transformed into a vision in purple, her curves accentuated by the delicate lace, her skin glowing with anticipation. She moved to the master bathroom, her movements graceful and deliberate, and then emerged, radiating an aura of confidence and sensuality.

I took in the sight of her, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She was breathtaking, a goddess in lace, a testament to her beauty and allure. A wave of adoration washed over me, and I knew this was the beginning of something truly extraordinary.

I kissed her softly, savoring the warmth of her lips against mine, before leading her to the king-size bed. As we lay entangled, lost in each other’s embrace, the anticipation grew palpable. It was time to embark on the adventure we'd both been holding back on for so long.

The initial moments were hesitant, a cautious exploration of new territory. I began by gently pulling down the straps of the bra, revealing her magnificent breasts. I kissed each nipple repeatedly, applying firm pressure and teasing her sensitive flesh, until her body throbbed with anticipation. Then, I moved on to her areolae, sucking and flicking her nipples with a delicate touch, eliciting moans of pleasure. I continued to explore her body, my hands caressing her skin, my lips tracing the contours of her curves.

As I worked, I couldn't help but ponder the mechanics of oral stimulation. The idea of penetrating her most intimate pleasure center, her clitoris, filled me with both excitement and trepidation. I decided to proceed slowly, building the tension gradually, letting her body guide me.

I leaned down, positioning myself above her, and began to gently explore her vulva. My fingertips danced along her labia, teasing her sensitive tissues, before moving deeper, my tongue tracing the curves of her clitoris. Her breath hitched, and a shiver ran down her spine. I increased the pressure, applying a more intense stimulation, watching for her reaction.

Suddenly, she gasped, a sound filled with both pleasure and surprise. “That’s nice,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Mmmmm, that feels really good.” Her words confirmed my suspicions, reassuring me that I was on the right path.

Emboldened by her response, I continued my exploration, using my tongue to lick and swirl around her clitoris, drawing out a torrent of moans and sighs. I pulled aside the lace of her panties, revealing the pink flesh beneath, her arousal escalating with each passing moment. The sight of her so vulnerable, so exquisitely aroused, sent shivers down my spine.

As I continued to stimulate her, I felt a surge of passion, an overwhelming desire to lose myself in her pleasure. My body moved instinctively, responding to her needs, taking her deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

She arched her back, pushing her vagina up to engulf my tongue, her body convulsing with pleasure. “Ooooo! I LIKE that! Put your tongue inside of me!” she cried, her voice raw with longing.

Without hesitation, I plunged my tongue into her pussy, embracing the moment, lost in the depths of her pleasure. Her juices smeared across my mouth, her body shaking with every thrust, and I reveled in the intensity of our shared experience. It was a symphony of sensation, a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy.

As I continued to explore her, I noticed that she was increasingly focused on my movements, her eyes wide with anticipation. It was clear that she enjoyed my technique, my touch, my passion. Her body writhed with ecstasy, each movement a testament to her pleasure.

Then, she interrupted my rhythm, pulling me back with a gentle hand. “Stop,” she commanded, her voice breathless. “Just for a moment.” She looked down at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. “I don’t think I can do that in the bedroom. Can we do it in the shower or bathroom instead?”

I readily agreed, eager to continue our exploration in a different setting. We proceeded to the master bathroom, the steam from the hot water enveloping us in a sensual embrace. Stripping off our clothes, we stepped into the rain shower, letting the warm water cascade over our bodies, washing away any lingering inhibitions.

As we stood beneath the spray, facing each other, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my face. I leaned down, responding to her advances, our bodies drawing closer, our breaths mingling in the humid air.

With a shared glance, we began our exploration anew, this time in the confines of the shower. The water intensified the sensations, adding another layer of pleasure to our already passionate encounter. I continued to caress her body, teasing her sensitive areas, while she responded with moans of delight.

As we continued, she indicated that she wanted me to stop, pulling away from my touch. She then quoted a children's song, “And the little one said, ‘Roll over! Roll over!’” Her playful tone broke the tension, reminding us of the joy we found in each other’s company.

Surprised by her request, I obliged, rolling over onto my back as she had insisted. The sensation was electrifying, my cock hard as a rock, eager to continue our encounter.

As we continued our explorations, she demanded that I mount her in the cowgirl position. She leaned back, pulling me up behind her, and we began to ride each other, her movements powerful and confident. The rhythm of our bodies became intertwined, our movements synchronized in a dance of passion and pleasure.

She then surprised me once again by sliding her face down and taking my hard erection into her hands. She looked at my rod admiringly, then began to kiss my tip, followed by trying to take my thick but tapered glans into her very small mouth. She failed, but she continued to kiss my head.

As I realized the awkwardness of the situation, she again surprised me by starting to laugh. “My husband’s hard penis is too big to fit into my mouth!” she exclaimed as she laughed some more.

Honestly, I was speechless. I knew I was exceptionally endowed down there, but I hadn't realized the extent of my size. It was a revelation, a humbling experience that left me both flustered and exhilarated.

Despite the awkwardness, I continued to provide her with pleasure, my movements driven by an insatiable desire to satisfy her needs. She continued to mount me, pushing me deeper and deeper into ecstasy, until we both came. Then, we repeated the process, reaching new heights of pleasure with each thrust.

As the final throes of our passion subsided, we lay entangled in each other's arms, our bodies slick with sweat and arousal. The rain continued to beat against the windows, a soothing rhythm to our shared silence.

As I held her close, she confided in me, “I don’t think I can do that in the bedroom. Can we do it in the shower or bathroom instead?”

I readily agreed. We had a shower/jetted tub with built-in armrests that a few days later we discovered I could stand on. With warm water spraying on my back and lightly splashing down on her, Melody stood facing me in the tub. She could and did give me an enthusiastic blow job without ever being triggered. She didn’t want cum in her mouth back then, so after the BJ she’d turn around and bend over and stand tippy-toe. When I climbed down from the armrests, the height was perfect for in-shower standing doggy-style sex. For many years we did this two or three times a month! What stopped it was my wife having foot surgery; after that, she could not stand on tiptoe anymore.

But she would blow me as she sat naked (or near-nude in sexy lingerie) on a closed toilet seat with me standing in front of her. Or she’d just bend over to suck me when we were showering together. And eventually, she became comfortable with me coming in her mouth—sometimes—and with giving me fellatio in the bedroom and a variety of other places!

Several years ago, we worked out a compromise because I wanted fellatio all the time. We agreed that it was a gift she would give me on birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries. That has made fellatio very special to me. Also, she sometimes surprises me with impromptu blowjobs!

As far as me performing cunnilingus on her, we do that more often. Her code phrase for “I want cunnilingus” is, “Put your tongue inside of me!”

She sometimes is not in the mood for cunnilingus, and I generally honor that. But sometimes, I gently insist, and once I get started, she often finds the mood. I love how her raw pussy tastes! We also often use Aloecadabra flavored lube along with some coconut oil, and after I cum in her pussy, it is fun to lick out our “pussy-n-penis churned protein shake!” Many times, I scoop the cream pie out of her pussy and rub it on her nipples before licking and sucking it all off!

This post turned out to be about our first oral sex experience with each other and how oral sex has evolved in our living and sexy marriage. We feel that these types of oral marital sexual practices are sanctioned by God, and they serve to help bond us together as husband and wife!

I say this because I’m sure you know that sinning denies you the Holy Spirit. He withdraws when we go off the straight and narrow way. But quite honestly, ALL the ways we sexually please our spouse in marriage are uplifting to the Holy Ghost. And what’s more, we can say a silent prayer for our spouse during sex, and the prayer is answered!

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