Midnight Encounter: A Secret Request

The ping of my phone shattered the quiet of the evening, pulling me from the last remnants of a stressful workday. A simple text from my wife, “Hope work is good today, I need 30 minutes of your time tonight, let your imagination run wild, see you soon, I love you!” It was an invitation, a blatant challenge, and a delicious promise all rolled into one. Her words hung in the air, electric with unspoken desires, and I knew exactly what she meant. A quick glance at the kids, tucked snugly into bed, and a mental note to make sure they were safe and sound, and I headed back downstairs.

As we settled onto the couch, a nervous energy radiated from her. She shifted restlessly, a subtle tremor running through her as she waited for my response. The routine of the evening – dinner, dishes, the bedtime stories – felt strangely muted, insignificant in the face of the anticipation that now consumed us both. When I finally replied, short and to the point, “Work is good, what are you up to? I am very curious, give me a hint!” there was a flicker of something akin to excitement in her eyes. She didn’t respond, leaving the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken needs. As we finished cleaning up, she knew without me needing to say it that I intended to fulfill my promise. The unspoken agreement hung between us, a silent confirmation of the desires simmering beneath the surface.

Later, after the children were asleep, we found ourselves back on the couch, a comfortable tension building between us. I casually suggested, “Do you have 30 minutes I could borrow?” Her response, delivered with a playful smirk, was immediate and unequivocal, “Of course, I thought you would never ask!” The invitation was a clear signal, a green light for the indulgence we both craved.

I rose from the couch, taking her hand and leading her towards our bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in a world of pure sensation. As I leaned in, whispering “No talking,” her body tensed, anticipating the release to come. With a swift, practiced movement, I stripped her clothes away, revealing the curves and contours she’d worked so hard to maintain. The sight of her, completely uninhibited and vulnerable, sent a jolt of pure lust through me. Her skin was warm and supple, a testament to the passion we shared, and I couldn't resist the urge to claim her as my own.

As she lay on the bed, eyes closed in anticipation, I retrieved my favorite pleasure tool – a high-powered, vibrating Magic Wand. The cool metal against her skin sent shivers down my spine. I positioned myself between her legs, slowly spreading her hips, allowing her to become more comfortable. A small amount of lubricant was applied to a glass, g-spot dildo, and slid gently across her sensitive area. She responded instantly, her legs opening further as she prepared for what was to come. I didn’t bother with the lube; her eagerness was a clear signal that she was ready. The Magic Wand was turned on, and I began to insert the glass dildo, feeling the intense pressure build within her. Her initial silence quickly dissolved into a series of soft moans, a symphony of pleasure that grew in intensity as the toy moved deeper. It was only ten minutes in, but the heat was already building, a delicious inferno consuming her entirely.

She was nearing an orgasm, her body arching backward in a desperate plea for release. As she whispered, “Okay, okay,” her back arched even further, pushing out the glass dildo with a powerful gush of liquid. The intensity of her pleasure was breathtaking. She looked spent, but the experience had only just begun. Knowing her multiple orgasmic tendencies, I quickly moved on, determined to satisfy her completely.

Without hesitation, I rose from the bed and positioned myself between her legs once more. I reached into the toy chest and pulled out a realistic, life-like dildo, its smooth surface promising intense sensations. With a deep breath, I gently entered her, feeling her muscles tense as the size filled her up. The smooth insertion was effortless, a testament to her relaxed state. Instantly, I could feel her responding, the anticipation building within her. Reaching down with my other hand, I applied pressure to the area just below her pussy, teasing her further. She asked, “What are you doing?” and I simply replied, “If it feels good, I’ll keep going, if not, I’ll stop.” Her answer was immediate and fervent, “It feels really good, keep going!” In just thirty seconds, she arched her back fully, taking almost the entire length of the dildo, moaning, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay, okay!” and pushing it out with an even more forceful expulsion than before. The sheer force of her orgasm left her breathless, a testament to the depths of her pleasure.

Now, unable to speak, she leaned back, unable to protest what awaited her next. I knew she wouldn’t object, not with the raw, unadulterated desire burning within her. I told her to close her eyes, and she complied, trusting me implicitly. Reaching into the toy chest, I retrieved the final piece – a larger, girthier dildo, one we rarely used due to its size.

The insertion was similar to the previous one, a slow, deliberate act that allowed her to fully embrace the sensations. As it sunk deep, she let out a gasp, whispering, “You fucker you!” I chuckled, relishing in her shock and pleasure. The larger size filled her completely, and as I continued to apply pressure to the sensitive area below, she moaned with increasing intensity. She questioned, “Is this okay?” and I responded, “Yes, yes, yes!” Encouraged, I increased the pressure, pushing the dildo further in, feeling her muscles contract and release in waves of pleasure. She was struggling to maintain control, her body writhing in ecstasy. The sensation was exquisite, both intense and overwhelming.

Finally, she let out a final, explosive squeal, pushing the giant dildo out with a monumental gush of liquid and shaking orgasm. The force of her release sent shivers through me, a visceral reminder of the power of her body. As she lay there, panting and spent, I realized that I had only used a mere 45 minutes of her time, yet she hadn’t uttered a single complaint. Her complete submission and unwavering trust were the ultimate rewards. Looking down at her, I couldn’t help but smile, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of fulfilling her desires. The night had been short, but the memories – and the lingering scent of arousal – would undoubtedly last a lifetime.

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