Moonlit Deck Desire

The workmen had finished building our new deck just a few years ago, and from that moment on, my thoughts kept circling back to the same theme: how could I make love to my lovely Mrs. Smitten on this new, erotic paradise? It consumed me, becoming an all-encompassing obsession. When the deck was finally complete, I felt an almost unbearable urge to simply dive into it, to lose myself in its sensual possibilities. I waited for the perfect moment, meticulously envisioning scenarios – a warm sun exposing every detail of her beauty, Mrs. Smitten’s naked form bathed in the soft blue moonlight, or the thrilling mystery of discovering her scent and softness in total darkness.

Then, one night around 11 p.m., it all coalesced perfectly. A full moon hung in the sky, the air was warm, and, feeling unburdened by any plans for the next day, we decided to stay awake and watch the dawn. As it turned out, Mrs. Smitten had been contemplating the deck just as intensely as I had.

We stood on the deck, admiring the full moon’s glow, the profound quiet of the middle of the night, and inhaling the intoxicating scent of lilacs blooming nearby. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and gently cupped her breasts, rolling them around in my hands as she emitted soft, moaning sighs.

“The man in the moon has romance in his eyes – and a lusty smile,” I whispered into her hair.

“His expression does look different tonight,” she responded, “something like erotic anticipation. He senses the love that we share and our insatiable desire for each other.”

“And it makes him happy to look down and see people that have been in love since their youth,” I said, my voice thick with longing.

“Why don’t you go to the store and get us a bottle of wine to celebrate dawn, and I’ll dress for the occasion?” she suggested, her voice laced with anticipation.

“To celebrate our love?” I asked, a blush rising in my cheeks.

She turned and faced me, our breaths mingling, and wrapped her long, brown hair around my face, creating a private haven in the deepening night. “To celebrate our oneness,” she whispered between my lips, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

I departed and drove to the liquor store in a bit of a daze, feeling as if I were on a mission of the most important kind. When I returned, I approached the steps to the deck and found my wife standing there in a stunning black miniskirt, an enchantress costume, complete with spider web stocking legs and a broom between them that she used erotically to ride upward and then downward while holding up a silver wand with a pink light glowing in the bulbous end. The moonlight shimmering through the thickening air reflected off of various stones in her dress and her long hair, taking on the color and shape of powder-blue waterfalls.

I slowly climbed the steps to the top of the deck, lowered the bottle of wine on the deck railing, and stood gazing at her. She was seductively beautiful in a way that I had never seen before – a feminine, glowing, curvaceous creature of the night, a package that I had never in my wildest dreams imagined unwrapping. I was completely awestruck.

“Dress for the occasion?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

She dreamily gazed at me. “I have come from the deepening night and the drifting moon to cast a creature of the night ‘spell’ on you.”

I was mystified, unable to take my eyes off her every nuance.

She seductively worked the straps of her dress around her shoulders, as I watched with curious anticipation. Her dress slowly lowered, revealing her luscious, round breasts, which bounced into plain sight. Her nipples were dark, protruding, and glistening with sweet nectar.

“Wowwww!” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away.

She lowered the wand and lightly tapped her right breast three times, then the left, as her milk began to spray silver streams in the moonlight. Then she raised the wand and tapped me on the right cheek three times, then the left, and finally a long, lingering stroke on my lips.

“I have ‘love potion’ for you,” she said. “Taste me, drink of me, and you’ll be my howling, sex-crazed, creature of the drifting moon and the deepening night.”

“Oh, how I want to be,” I confessed, my voice trembling slightly.

She turned and faced me, our breaths mingling, and wrapped her long brown hair around my face, veiling us in the private moment that we shared. “Then sit here and close your eyes,” she commanded, her voice a silken invitation.

Mesmerized by this exotically feminine creature, I whole-heartedly complied, letting go of my inhibitions as I surrendered to her intoxicating allure.

I heard the wand land on the deck as she moved closer, the scent of her milky breasts filling the air. Then her warm milk sprayed my lips, and, as if something from deep inside me awakened and overwhelmed me, I found myself rooting for a nipple, grunting, begging. Her arms rested on my shoulders, one hand on the back of my neck, as she guided my mouth to a softness – unmatched by anything on earth, sea, or sky – that evoked an irresistible urge to suckle and an indescribable feeling of comfort, safety, and contentedness. I hungrily latched on. Ohhh, it’s gushing warmth tasted sooo good, silky, creamy sweet. My mouth filled until her milk dripped from the corners and then I swallowed and got a burst of exquisite taste. Then I lightly munched from back to front, bringing all of her goodness and love into me and cooed contentedly as she moaned softly with each tug.

Then I felt it coming – an otherworldly feeling, as time seemed to expand and then stand still. I drifted into a “deep trance,” lost in the blissful sensations of her touch and the intoxicating aroma of her milk.

Sometime later I awakened from my suckling “trance” and realized that she had removed all of her clothes. I unlatched, backed away just far enough to view all of her, and there she was – standing naked in the moonlight in all of her womanly glory. It was a fantasy view turned real life. Her bountiful breasts, hourglass shape, and that triangle of fur shrouding her pussy, causing the imagination to run wild, was the ultimate feast of the eyes. I smiled wantonly.

She smiled elegantly, as if presenting herself as a well-prepared, eloquent dish.

Her “potion” of milk circulating in my veins, I felt my dick rising, struggling to free itself from my pants as I watched her pick up the wand and press the end into the entrance of her pussy. Then she raised it to my lips, and I closed my eyes and licked the sweet taste into my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue, luxuriating in her female essence.

She lowered the wand from my lips to my dick and stroked up its shaft. “A ‘potion’ for you and a ‘spell’ for big boy,” she said, and firmly but lovingly began removing my shoes, my trousers, my shirt, and when she removed my underwear my dick bounced out free, throbbing and jerking.

“Oh my,” I whispered, my voice choked with pleasure.

She smiled elegantly, as if presenting herself as a well-prepared, eloquent dish.

Her “potion” of milk circulating in my veins, I felt my dick rising, struggling to free itself from my pants as she thrust and contracted, clamping and releasing, pushing me deeper with each cycle, driving me crazy with the urge to fill her pussy with my gushing squirts of love juice.

Suddenly she moaned, tightened her grasp on my dick, and quickened her ups and downs. It was as if her depths were milking my cock to release. Faster and faster she rode me as I felt her orgasm spasm around my dick, sending me into a jerking, squirting release that caused her to quake and tremble and let out one muffled shriek and several releasing grunts.

I gasped in a deep breath: “Ohhh!” I sighed joyfully, fully experiencing the warm afterglow, and then looked into her eyes and pulled her downward until her breasts pressed on my chest. How could anything be this deep, intimate, bonding, and joyful? I thought. How much God cares for mankind to give us this experience of joining bodies and minds. How he added on the extra gift of afterglow that we can take with us throughout our day. I could only be thankful.

Still inside of her, she began clamping and releasing, clamping and releasing. Without a word being spoken she was asking me for more as my dick began to swell and throb to her cycles. She would have nothing less!

“Let me up!” I growled, and squirmed out from under her, firmly turned her over on her back, pulled on her legs until her buttocks were on the edge of the table and her pussy available for the taking. “You cast a ‘spell’ on me,” I said, “and now you’ll get your crazed sex creature of the night.” I fell on top of her, ravished her tits with kisses all around as she moaned joyfully. I squeezed her nipples and sprayed my face with her milk and wallowed against her wet breasts, kissing down her belly and back up to her breasts again. Then I forcefully kissed up her neck, stopping to suck for a long moment, as I growled in pleasure and she shrieked, “Yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

“Take me, you creature of the night and moon,” she said, demanding, wantonly. “Ravage me! Squeeze me, jerk me, roll me around, and thrust your big powerful creature of the night dick inside me with all of your might. Then pump me full of your animal juice and howl at the approving moon.”

“Ohhh, please,” I confessed, feeling my body responding to her every command, “I’m already beyond all reason, and I'm more than happy to fulfill your every lustful desire.”

She turned and faced me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and wrapped her long brown hair around my face, veiling us in the private moment that we shared. “Then do as you wish,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Then I forcefully took hold of her legs and raised them on my shoulders. “Whooooo-ahhhh!” I howled, gazing at the moon and feeling the moment deep in my bones. Then I gazed at my writhing companion creature for a long moment, filling my nostrils with her sex scent, and then buried my dick in her depths, thrusting hard, fast, to one side and then the other as groaning growls erupted from me. I felt her convulsing, clawing at the table at first and then clawing at my chest as she panted out, “Oh, oh, ohhhhh” through her orgasm.

As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky, we lay exhausted but utterly satisfied, clinging to each other in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. We had indeed cast a creature of the night ‘spell’ on each other, and it was a spell that we would savor for years to come.

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