Midnight Wife's Secret Desire

The digital clock glowed 3:03 AM, casting an eerie blue light across the plush king-sized bed. I lay there, utterly spent, the remnants of a particularly fervent encounter clinging to me like a second skin. My wife, Ann, was still deeply asleep, her white silk pajama top and delicate lace panties clinging to her smooth, pale form. The scent of arousal, a heady mix of sweat, desire, and something uniquely *her*, filled the air. I’d been battling an unbearable, primal urge all night, a desperate need for connection and release that I couldn’t ignore. The thought of simply masturbating felt utterly insufficient, a pale imitation of the exquisite pleasure I craved from her. Ann had a reputation, whispered among our close friends, for being exceptionally responsive, even in her sleep. There was a wildness in her, a suggestion of hidden urges that always kept me on edge, anticipating the next move. It had been a pattern for years – a shared secret language of touch and suggestion, a silent understanding that transcended words.

Tonight, however, felt different. The heat of our previous encounter had left me feeling raw, desperate for more. I carefully shifted my position, ensuring that my hands were within easy reach of her. My fingers brushed against the cool cotton of her pajama top, sending a shiver down my spine. She stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, but otherwise remained lost in the depths of slumber. It was time to test my theory, to see if I could tap into her subconscious desires without fully waking her.

I reached over and gently grasped her hand, pulling it down to rest on my sweatpants, right over the bulge of my erect member. It was a familiar gesture, one that had brought us immense pleasure in the past. But this time, I infused it with a new element of urgency, a silent plea for attention. I waited, holding my breath, watching her face for any sign of reaction. Her hand remained still, unresponsive. Disappointment pricked at me, but I refused to give up. I slowly began to lift my sweatpants, exposing my throbbing member to her touch. The anticipation built, a tangible heat radiating from my body. Finally, her fingers, as if guided by an unseen force, began to trace the contours of my shaft. It was a hesitant touch at first, almost apologetic, but as she gained confidence, her movements became more insistent, more demanding. I smiled, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across my face. I knew exactly what she was thinking, what she was craving. Her subconscious had recognized my need, and was responding with an almost alarming eagerness.

“Mmmm, please rub it baby,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. Ann responded with a tired but sensual murmur, “Yeah.” And then, she started to rub. Slowly at first, a gentle caress that sent shivers of pleasure through my body. But as I continued to whisper sweet nothings, coaxing her into a deeper level of arousal, her touch became more insistent, more frantic. She worked her way up my shaft, her fingers teasing and exploring every inch of my skin. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch. I could feel myself losing control, the primal urge threatening to overwhelm me.

“Baby, please keep going,” I urged, my voice a desperate plea. Ann didn’t hesitate. She increased her pace, her touch becoming more forceful, more demanding. I pulled my pants down completely, revealing my fully exposed member to her eager hands. The world narrowed down to this moment, this singular connection between us. I felt an overwhelming sense of trust, a complete surrender to her touch. Her fingers danced across my skin, igniting every nerve ending, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my veins. I was lost in the sensation, unable to think, unable to breathe. The scent of arousal grew stronger, intoxicating me with its potent blend of desire and anticipation.

“I need it wet,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. Ann paused, her fingers hovering over my member. She took a deep breath, then dipped her hand into her own moistness, transferring a generous amount of saliva onto my skin. It felt incredible, like a thousand tiny needles piercing my flesh, each one delivering a wave of intense pleasure. As she continued to rub, her touch became even more frantic, more desperate. I felt a surge of heat building within me, a primal urge threatening to erupt. I knew what was coming, and I welcomed it with open arms. My body began to tremble, anticipating the release that was so close.

“Baby, please keep going,” I repeated, my voice strained with anticipation. Ann responded with a renewed burst of energy, her touch becoming more forceful, more insistent. She worked her way further up my shaft, her fingers digging deep into my flesh. The heat intensified, threatening to consume me entirely. It was a dangerous pleasure, one that could easily lead to ecstasy, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the moment, completely surrendering to her touch. At this point, I felt an overwhelming need to reciprocate, to ignite her own pleasure. I wetted my own hand, and gently slid it beneath her panties, directly into her pussy. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I started rubbing, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. I could hear her breathing become heavier, her body tensing with each stroke.

“I can hear you moan,” I whispered, my voice filled with pleasure. “And your hand rubbing my dick speeds up.” As I continued to stimulate her, her eyes began to open, her pupils dilated with arousal. But she remained partially out of it, lost in the depths of her own pleasure. However, she quickly realized what was happening, and her expression shifted from confusion to one of pure, unadulterated desire. I leaned in close, kissing her glistening lips, savoring the taste of her arousal.

“Baby?” she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep. But then, her eyes widened, and her gaze locked onto mine. “Oh yes, I am awake now.” As she shifted her position, her hand continued to rub my member, while my hand continued to explore her pussy. We were facing each other on our sides, locked in a passionate embrace. Forgetting her own pleasure, she said, “Oh Baby, your penis is so hard!” Her hand needed some more “lube” so she worked some up, and the next thing I noticed, was a string of saliva flowing from her mouth on to my dick from above and she started to rub my dick hard. She looked at me, a little salvia caught on the side of her mouth, and I kissed her passionately. We were both trying to conquer each other's tongues and lips. And then her mouth opened, still on mine and said, “Baby, I am going to cum.”

I felt her pussy secretions dripping down my hand and with one more press of my finger her body shook while both of her hands grabbed my back and she groaned, “Ahh, ahhh, ahhhh oh yea!” as she came. I was so happy. She smiled and said, “Your turn.”

I smiled. Ann took all her clothes off in a frenzy. I didn’t know where she got all that energy. I said, “Well, you are awake now.”

She responded, “Oh yeah, that orgasm was a jolt of ecstasy and energy. Baby….if you wanted me now, why didn’t you just wake me up?”

I said, “I don’t know, I didn’t want to wake you up…because you have to get up to early tomorrow. I am sorry.”

She smiles, moves close to me, and said, “My meeting got canceled, I am awake now and have nowhere to be, I am yours to fuck.”

That last comment almost made me cum, but before I could her mouth was already on my dick. I felt her throat relax as she took me all in. Squishing sounds came from her mouth as her mouth sucked my cock. I felt her saliva running down my cock, onto my balls. As I lay there I opened my eyes to look at her beauty. She looked up at me, my cock falling out of her mouth. She started jacking me off. Looking at me – her mouth, chin, and nose wet from her sucking-she said, “Baby, your penis is so hot and tastes like a man, a delicious man. Give me your cum. I want your cum to fill my mouth and run down into my belly where your seed belongs, in me.”

When she talks like this I go crazy. I said, “Ohhh yeah, baby? My cock wants it. Ahhhhh I am going to cum, ahhhh yes baby!!”

My horny wife took my cock in her mouth as I exploded, and I knew it was huge because I had not cum in a few days, hence me being so horny. I felt my cum gush and gush in her mouth. I even saw her cheeks get a little bit fuller. I heard her swallow me down. She was squeezing every last drop out. She then got up on her knees, her big full tits dangling, her blond hair down and a little messy. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, taking a deep sigh as if just finished with a nice glass of water on a hot day. She looked at me then and said, “Baby, I love you so much.”

I said, “Oh baby, thank you, I love you too! Come here.”

She lay down on me. Her boobs pressed against me. We kissed, her mouth was salty and warm, her cunt wet and moist. My dick got hard again and without her expecting it, I slid it in her cunt. Her eyes opened wide.

“Oh yes, baby, your dick is already…..ahh…ahh..ahh, fuck me!”

So I did thrusting my cock deep in her. She loved it. She lifted up her body and her tits were dangling over my mouth. I sucked them, bringing as much breast in my mouth as I could.

She said, “Oh baby, your mouth feels so good on my tits. Please keeps sucking them ooohhh!”

I obeyed her command and kept sucking her tits. I started ramming her pussy even harder. While her breast was deep in my mouth, I took full pleasure from it. Licking and sucking her nice big tit. A little drool dripped from my mouth, running down her breast. I felt her body tense up. She said, “I am cuming, I am CUMMMINGGG!” Her pussy cum flowing down my hand and with one more press of my finger her body shook while both of her hands grabbed my back and she groaned, “Ahh, ahhh, ahhhh oh yea!” as she came. I was so happy.

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