Midnight Muscle & Moonlit Sin

It was nearing 1 AM when I felt Ben stir, then get out of bed. The moonlight from our bedroom window cast a pale glow upon his nude frame as he moved towards the bathroom. A slow smile stretched across my face as my eyes took in the view, watching his firm, muscular ass as he walked. The years of relentless dedication to the gym, coupled with his quarter Cherokee heritage, had sculpted his body into something truly magnificent. His dark hair and deep brown eyes only served to enhance his undeniably masculine charm. As Mrs. Kay had so eloquently put it in one of her stories, “He is mine, and I am his,” and I’ve been eternally grateful for that truth for the last thirty years.

After a few moments, he emerged from the bathroom, the moonlight once again illuminating his body. I admired his broad, muscular chest and midsection, noting the subtle trace of dark hair running from his naval to his pubic garden – a small imperfection that somehow only added to his rugged appeal.

My gaze drifted downward, inevitably drawn to his beautiful, circumcised cock as it hung over his large ball sack, swaying gently as he walked. My heart did a little skip, and I could feel my sweet little pussy growing moist with anticipation. It wasn't the size that truly mattered, but rather its length and girth, measuring near eight inches when erect. As the saying goes, "It's not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean," and I knew this little powerhouse held a great deal of pleasure.

“You okay, baby?” I murmured softly, my voice barely a whisper.

“Just having a bit of trouble sleeping,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I think I’ll fix me a drink and see if that helps me relax. Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, baby, I’ll be right back.” He turned towards the bedroom door, a casual wave of his hand a silent farewell.

“I love you too!” I said, stretching languidly before a sudden, intense urge to relieve myself took over. I rose from bed and made my way to the bathroom, eager to heed my body's call.

Once I had emptied my bladder, the thought of a glass of wine felt incredibly appealing. I opened the bedroom door and made my way down the hall to join Ben, pausing briefly to check on our son, Randy, who was peacefully asleep in his own bed.

Ben was sitting on the edge of the couch, sipping on a glass of bourbon over ice and watching television. A genuine smile spread across his face when he saw me enter the kitchen. “Hey, babe! Thought you were going back to sleep. What are you doing up?”

“Thought I’d join you. That big ol’ bed is just too lonely without you!” I replied, reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring myself a generous glass. Returning the bottle to the fridge, I crossed the room and settled onto the couch beside the love of my life.

“You sure you’re feeling okay, baby? Why can’t you sleep?” I asked, gently running my hand up and down his back before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“Just a bout of insomnia, nothing serious,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “You’re worrying too much.”

I continued to stroke his back, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, then leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. “I love you so much, baby!” I whispered into his ear, then nibbled lightly on his earlobe.

“I love you too, baby! I want you, I want you now!” he responded, taking my hand and placing it firmly on his swelling cock. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, succumbing to the burgeoning desire within me.

“I want you too, baby!” I panted softly, my heart pounding against my ribs as I instinctively grasped his cock and began to massage it, feeling its heat radiate through my fingers. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

It had been a while since we had been intimate, particularly since my little accident. The connection between us, the one that came from deep within our souls, was something I desperately craved. I needed that special penis/vagina connection, that primal bond that only a husband and wife could share. The longing for it had become almost unbearable, a constant ache in my heart. I yearned for him to make love to me, to simply give me a good, hard fucking.

As he continued to stroke me, he pushed me gently back onto the couch. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hand slowly moved upwards, pulling my gown up to my waist.

“Baby, let’s go to bed! Oh, baby!” I breathed, my voice laced with longing. As he slipped one of my breasts out of my gown and latched onto one of my hardened nipples, my pussy was already moistening, and I felt a powerful urge to lose control. It wasn’t just the sight of him, but the feeling of his touch, the heat of his body, that was driving me towards the brink. I loved the way he loved my breasts, sending waves of erotic shivers throughout my entire body.

He smiled, then began kissing his way down my trembling body, slowly pushing my gown further up my torso. I gasped as his fingers traced lightly along my inner thigh, igniting a fire in my soul.

“Baby, please! Let’s go to bed, okay? Oh, baby!” I squealed, my voice rising in pitch as I felt his fingers penetrate my opening, his thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure to my swollen clitoris. It was too much. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Baby, kiss me! Baby, I’m gonna cum! Baby, kiss me now! Oh, mmhmm.” I panted, my body convulsing as my orgasm began to build deep within me. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath came in ragged gasps.

“Cum so soon?” he chuckled, then gently tweaked my left nipple with his fingers, causing me to groan and shiver uncontrollably.

“Are you gonna talk or are you gonna fuck me?” I demanded, slapping his shoulder playfully.

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, then lifted me up into his strong arms and carried me to our bedroom. I quickly shed my gown and slid into bed as he closed the door behind us. I offered him a smile and a wink before opening my legs and playfully petting my still-tingling pussy.

Ben walked over to the bed slowly, his gaze fixed on my aroused body as he began stroking his big, hard cock. “Baby, you have a hot pussy! Is this what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you, baby? Like me fucking your hot cunt, my love!”

“Mmmph, I love it! Mmmph! F-Fuck m-me!” I cried, arching my back and clinging to him as he continued his slow, deliberate strokes. It felt so good to finally be in his arms again, to feel his touch, to lose myself in the pleasure.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with lust. “Turn around, baby, I want to take that sweet pussy from the rear! You’re about to get some serious action, my baby! You’re gonna be filled up, my love!”

I obeyed, turning to face him as he crouched beside the bed and began to caress my ass cheeks. “Baby, your so wet!” he exclaimed, his voice full of admiration. He continued his slow, teasing strokes, teasing me before unleashing his full force. I moaned with delight as he pushed deeper, feeling the heat of his body against mine. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and completely consuming. I couldn’t think of anything else. The world narrowed down to just him and me, locked in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion.

“Oh, baby! Fuck Yeah!” I shrieked, clutching onto his hand as he continued to thrust, pushing me closer to the brink. The rhythm was perfect, the intensity was overwhelming, and the pleasure was exquisite. I wanted more, always more.

“Cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, baby, ohhhh!” I cried, my voice rising in pitch as my orgasm finally erupted, shaking my entire body. I closed my eyes, lost in the bliss of the moment, as my muscles involuntarily contracted. My hands clenched and pulled at the sheets, desperate to hold on to the feeling.

He stood up, a wide grin on his face, as he watched me struggle to regain my composure from my intense orgasm. “Cum so soon?” he chuckled, then gently tweaked my left nipple with his fingers, causing me to groan and shiver uncontrollably.

“Are you gonna talk or are you gonna fuck me?” I demanded, playfully slapping his shoulder.

He leaned down and kissed me deeply, then lifted me up into his arms and carried me back to the bed. As we lay entangled in each other's embrace, I realized that this was exactly where I belonged, lost in the arms of the man I loved. This was a moment of pure ecstasy, a perfect blend of pleasure and passion. It was all I ever wanted, and now it was finally here.

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