Midnight Feast: A Twisted Revelation

The relentless pressure of the day finally broke, and Bob exhaled a sigh of pure relief as he pulled into his driveway. The client project had pushed him to the brink, but now, the promise of a relaxing evening with Lucy felt like a lifeline. As he stepped inside, he was met with an unexpected and welcome surprise.

Lucy stood before him in a sheer, crimson thong, one hand casually resting on her hip while the other playfully toyed with her long, raven-black hair. A knowing smile played on her lips as she assessed him, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Looking for some action, honey?” she purred, her voice laced with a playful challenge.

Bob couldn't help but be captivated by her petite figure, the taut curve of her breasts, and the graceful sway of her hips. A slow smile spread across his face. “Didn’t have this in mind on my way home, but I think I could be talked into it,” he responded, his voice a low rumble. Without hesitation, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he shut the door behind them. The initial kiss was a slow, deliberate exploration, a prelude to the delights to come. Bob's penis responded instantly, a powerful surge of anticipation building within him.

He'd intended for a quiet evening, but the presence of his beloved wife ignited a desire he hadn’t realized was simmering beneath the surface. Reaching under her bikini top, he gently cupped her breast, applying a firm, playful squeeze that elicited a moan from her lips. He continued, licking the sensitive skin with deliberate care, savoring the warmth and tenderness.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. "What about the kids?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Lucy’s smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. "I asked Jackie to come pick them up earlier," she replied, "I didn't want any distractions while we were together." Her words confirmed his suspicions – she had meticulously planned this evening, anticipating his desires and carefully orchestrating their reunion.

"So, to what special occasion do I owe this treat?" he inquired, leaning closer, his breath warm against her ear.

She leaned in, her voice a whisper against his skin. "Guess. What is this Sunday?" she teased, her eyes holding a mischievous challenge.

Bob pondered for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. "I haven’t the faintest idea," he admitted, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

“Father’s Day, silly,” she declared triumphantly, her laughter bubbling up from deep within.

“Ah, I see,” he chuckled, understanding dawning on him. “A perfect excuse to indulge in a little pleasure.”

“I wanted to celebrate the day by showing you how much I appreciate you," Lucy said, reaching down to stroke his cock through his trousers. Her touch ignited a fresh wave of desire, sending shivers down his spine.

“I think I can feel how much you appreciate me,” Bob murmured, unable to resist the pull of her touch.

She burst into laughter, a melodious sound that filled the room. “This is only the beginning, sweetie,” she whispered, her words a promise of more delights to come. With a swift movement, she unbuckled his belt and drew down his pants, revealing his eager member. As she reached for him, she began by batting her tongue over the head of his erect penis, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Her playful caress quickly escalated as she worked her way down his shaft, her tongue tracing every ridge and curve with a delicate precision. She finally reached his base, gently massaging the sensitive skin with her lips before retracing her path to the top, her touch both stimulating and tender.

As Bob experienced the escalating sensations, he felt a primal urge take over, a desperate need to lose himself in the pleasure she offered. He groaned in response as Lucy sank down, intensifying the pleasure with each movement. They plunged deeper, gliding together in a rhythm of ecstasy, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace.

Then, as quickly as it began, the wave of pleasure subsided. Lucy pulled his member out with a sharp, decisive movement, sending a jolt of energy through his body. "Can't have you coming yet, big boy," she said, her voice dripping with playful defiance. Without missing a beat, she turned and headed towards the kitchen, her hips swaying rhythmically as she walked away.

Bob cleared his throat, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Are we eating supper now?" he asked, his gaze following her every move.

"Sure," she replied, her voice laced with anticipation. "At least supper sex. But you have to come into the kitchen if you want to eat it."

He wasted no time in following her, his pace quickening as he rounded the corner. The sight that greeted him was both breathtaking and utterly arousing. Lucy lay on the table, her legs outstretched, her body glistening with moisture. Her bikini bottoms were soaked, clinging to her curves as she arched her back in anticipation. The sight of her in such a vulnerable position ignited a fire within him, a primal desire he couldn’t deny.

Bob sat at the table, pulling her towards him, her legs draping over his shoulders. He unbuckled her belt and reached down to reveal her freshly shaved and glistening pussy, a sight that sent a shiver down his spine. “I see you’ve been planning this, sweetie,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

“You’d better believe it,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, eat your supper. It’s getting cold.”

Without hesitation, he leaned forward and licked up her juice, savoring the sweetness and tenderness of her flesh. He continued to search for her clitoris, his tongue exploring every nook and cranny until he found the perfect spot. Her screams intensified as he continued to caress and lick her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Bob inserted a couple of fingers into her vagina and began to explore her G-spot, discovering the sensitive nerve cluster that amplified her pleasure. Her cries of delight grew louder as he continued to stroke her G-spot, her body shaking with each touch. She bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she reached the peak of her arousal. Fresh, warm liquid washed over him as she squirted, her screams reaching a fever pitch.

“I’m coming, honey! Eat it all. You can’t have dessert until you’re done,” she moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

He greedily lapped up her flow of juice, savoring every drop as he returned to licking her clitoris. The sensations were intense, overwhelming, and utterly intoxicating. As she approached climax again, her body arched and convulsed, sending shivers through him. He felt himself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming urge to please her.

Finally, as she reached her peak, she let out a final, desperate moan before completely emptying her bladder. Bob continued to lick her clitoris for a few more moments, savoring the lingering pleasure.

“Are you ready for dessert, sweetie?” she asked, her voice still trembling with excitement.

Bob nodded enthusiastically, unable to contain his anticipation.

She hopped off the table, then moved him back to his seat. As he watched, her hard-on became visible, her eyes lighting up with delight. “I see you’ve been prepping yourself while occupying me with other things,” she said, her voice dripping with playful admiration.

“You’d better believe it,” he replied, unable to resist the pull of her gaze.

She reached down and stroked his cock through his pants, eliciting a groan from him as he surrendered to the pleasure. As he continued to stroke her, he noticed that she had saved some of her juice for him. "You know what? You are the best," he whispered.

She winked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now, let's get this party started," she said, her voice filled with anticipation. With a swift movement, she lifted herself from the table and began to dance, her hips swaying rhythmically as she moved closer to him. He watched in awe as she moved, lost in the intoxicating sensation of her touch.

As she leaned in for a final kiss, he felt a surge of desire that left him breathless. The world faded away as he lost himself in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure of her embrace. It was the perfect culmination of their evening, a testament to their love and passion.

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