Melody's Vixen Surprise

Wake up, Tommy. It’s almost 8:00 O’clock,” Melody said, her voice husky with a playful challenge. The morning light, fractured by the gauzy curtains, painted stripes across her skin as she lay on her side, her PJ top pulled partially off, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her ample breasts. It was immediately apparent she was in one of her moods – a full-blown “vixen” vibe, radiating an undeniable heat.

Instantly, I was awake, a primal surge of lust coursing through me. I scooted over, sliding into the luxurious expanse of her breasts, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her nipples as I began to lick and tongue-flick with unrestrained desire. “I like those special maneuvers!” she cooed, her breath warm against my ear. The sheer intimacy, the effortless invitation, sent shivers down my spine.

With one hand, I swiftly unzipped my own PJ pants, peeling them down to reveal my naked form. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I grabbed the new iVibe, sleek and pink, a recent purchase designed to heighten our pleasure. The older purple one, a veteran of countless encounters, lay discarded on the nightstand. This new model promised even more intense stimulation, and I eagerly awaited its performance. I plugged it in, the soft hum of its motor filling the room, and held my breath.

As Melody rose to begin her shower, I took the opportunity to capture her in a series of photographs and a video, frozen in this moment of sensual abandon. Her curves, amplified by the morning light, were breathtaking. The full, round, natural breasts, glistening with moisture, were a testament to her beauty. It was a scene I wanted to preserve, to savor, and to share. A small victory in my personal collection of erotic memories.

The shower transformed into a shared experience. While Melody luxuriated in the warm water, I set the scene for a night of uninhibited pleasure. I switched on our TV, choosing a Spanish guitar playlist that added a touch of exoticism to the atmosphere. Then, I strategically placed several halite (rock salt) lights, casting a warm, amber glow across the room, creating an ambiance of both intimacy and arousal. The blackout curtains, drawn tight, banished the morning light, plunging us into a world of shadows and secrets.

The iVibe, now fully charged, was ready for action. I slid it into Melody’s damp skin, feeling the familiar thrill of anticipation as it began to pulse with power. Her moans quickly followed, a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine.

As we switched places in the shower, I leaned over, my gaze locking onto her body. She wore nothing but her damp PJ top, her breasts exposed in their full glory. In that moment, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness, a primal instinct to shield her from harm. Yet, the raw desire that consumed me was far more potent than any sense of responsibility. I began to oral-love on those big tits, savoring every inch of her sensitive skin. She watched the scene unfold in the mirror, her eyes wide with a mixture of pleasure and submission.

After our showers, we returned to the bed, resuming where we'd left off. My mind drifted back to our wedding night, a memory tinged with both joy and regret. Thirty-plus years ago, on the day after our vows, Melody’s hymen had proved too stubborn to pierce, even with my large, tapered cock. We’d attempted to consummate our marriage, but the experience had been frustrating and ultimately unfulfilling.

Despite the initial failure, we’d found other ways to connect, engaging in passionate play between her full breasts as I thrust my cock into her waiting body. The sight of my big cock nestled between her generous breasts, as she pushed them together, had been an unforgettable experience. It was an amazing first orgasm for her, a testament to our shared passion.

Looking back, I realized that the closed hymen wasn’t a sign of disappointment but rather a symbol of her commitment to me. It was proof that she’d saved herself for this moment, this man, this life. We’d eventually find a way to bridge the gap, to reach the ultimate expression of our love.

As I began stroking Melody’s pussy, she sighed deeply, a visible tremor running through her body. “You’re so wet already!” I exclaimed, my voice laced with both admiration and anticipation. “Mmmm, that feels good!” she responded, her voice a breathless whisper. “Tommy, I need you to fuck me!”

With a playful smirk, I reached for the new iVibe, applying a generous coating of Überlube to my index finger before gently sliding it into her already aroused pussy. The vibrations intensified, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. "I need you to fuck me with the real thing!” she reminded me, her voice urgent.

But before fulfilling her request, I unplugged the pink iVibe, concealing it from her view. The purple one, our trusted companion, remained safely tucked away. Then, I turned the iVibe on, cranking up the power to its maximum setting. The intense vibrations immediately began to stimulate her clitoris, escalating the pleasure to a fever pitch.

As Melody held the loop handle of the iVibe, buzzing herself with unrestrained abandon, I moved into position, launching myself onto her back. I positioned my cock carefully, aligning it with her receptive opening, and began to thrust with renewed vigor. The combination of her own vibrations and my own manual stimulation proved to be an irresistible force.

Her body arched high off the bed, her muscles tensing with each thrust. The sight of her convulsing in ecstasy was both captivating and deeply satisfying. Her moans intensified, a primal soundtrack to our shared pleasure.

During the peak of her orgasm, I noticed her nipples swelling with arousal. Instinctively, I began to stroke them with my fingers, intensifying her pleasure and prolonging the experience. The rhythmic sensation, combined with the escalating vibrations of the iVibe, created a symphony of sensations that left us both breathless.

As she finally pulled the vibrator away, I slid down beside her, taking up my accustomed position. I plunged my cock into her waiting pussy, feeling the immense pleasure of her release. She eagerly rolled over, positioning herself for further penetration. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated desire, a testament to our enduring connection.

The sensation was overwhelming. I could feel her muscles contracting rhythmically, a powerful reminder of her dominance. Her pussy pulsed with the remnants of her orgasm, begging for more. With a playful grin, I continued my assault, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her receptive cavity.

As we continued, Melody reached down to stimulate my nipple, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin with exquisite care. I responded in kind, fingering her left nipple as well, savoring every touch. The combination of oral and manual stimulation created an unparalleled level of pleasure, pushing us both to the brink of ecstasy.

The climax hit hard, sending shockwaves through our bodies. Her back arched high off the bed, her entire being trembling with the force of her orgasm. It was a truly magnificent spectacle, a testament to her physical beauty and her incredible capacity for pleasure. As she recovered from the intense experience, she moaned softly, her eyes closed in blissful surrender.

I couldn’t help but think of the similarities and differences between this moment and our first encounter. We had both been so nervous, so inexperienced, so eager to lose our virginities. Yet, we had navigated those challenges together, finding solace and satisfaction in each other's arms. The shared intimacy, the mutual trust, the undeniable chemistry – it all contributed to the unique bond we had forged.

Just as we began to calm down, Melody quipped, "Yes, because it hurt back then too!" The memory of our wedding night flashed before my eyes, the pain of her closed hymen serving as a stark reminder of the obstacles we had overcome. Despite the initial frustration, we had found a way to connect, to satisfy each other, and to build a life together.

We both laughed, releasing the tension of the moment. The experience, while intense, had only served to strengthen our connection. As the morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the room in a warm, inviting glow, we knew that we had created another memory to cherish, another chapter in our extraordinary love story.

Later, we made sure to express our gratitude to Heavenly Father for the wonderful time we had shared. I mentioned to my wife that I had specifically requested her to be in one of her “vixen” moods, and I was immensely grateful for her cooperation. Of course, I also prayed that she wouldn’t experience any pain during penetration.

“Well, one out of two,” I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. Melody responded with a playful chuckle, acknowledging the irony of the situation. The initial pain she had experienced during our wedding night had become a recurring theme in our more recent sexual encounters, but she had learned to manage it over time.

As we settled back into bed, I reflected on the events of the morning, feeling a deep sense of contentment. The intensity of our passion, the shared vulnerability, the undeniable connection – it all pointed to one thing: we had found our perfect match, our soulmate, our forever love. The thought brought a genuine smile to my lips, a silent promise of many more days filled with pleasure, passion, and the intoxicating scent of desire. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that our love story was far from over.

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