Morning Showers and Morning Needs

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the insistent throb in my groin. We were all nestled in our rooms, still wrapped in the drowsy aftermath of television, slowly sliding into sleep. As my wife turned to me, a sleepy smile playing on her lips, she murmured, “Let’s shower together tomorrow morning before starting our day.” “Sure,” I replied, my voice thick with unspoken desires, a knowing glint in my eyes. I knew exactly what that meant, and the anticipation coiled within me like a spring ready to burst.

The next morning arrived with a chilling dampness, clinging to everything like a second skin. I awoke before her, a restless energy buzzing beneath my ribs. The last few days had been a blur of work and obligations, leaving me raw and yearning for connection. As I lay there, the tension in my legs intensified, a physical manifestation of my longing. My cock was full, solid, and rock hard, trapped beneath me, begging for release. I slowly peeled back the covers, my hand instinctively reaching down to grasp my thick, swollen shaft. The touch ignited a fire within me, a primal heat that promised an eruption of pleasure.

She slept naked, a vision of sculpted muscle and curves beneath the covers. Her body was breathtaking, a masterpiece of feminine form. Her strong legs, her curvy hips, and, most captivating of all, her generous breasts with their perfectly sized, deeply textured nipples. I was consumed by a feverish lust, acutely aware of the limited time we had before she stirred. I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the anticipation before unleashing the torrent of pleasure she deserved.

I lifted the covers from my lower body, my cock throbbing with an insistent pulse. I began to stroke it slowly, deliberately, working my way up and down its length, feeling the exquisite tension build with each movement. It wasn't long before a wave of pre-cum surged forth, coating my belly in a warm, viscous fluid. I lubricated my cockhead with the released fluid, twirling my hand around it for a moment, lost in the sensation. The touch was exquisite, a prelude to the explosion of pleasure to come. Using my other hand, I squeezed my balls tightly, accelerating the flow, pushing my body towards the edge of release. Finally, with a deep breath, I managed to stop, holding back the inevitable. I wanted to conserve this potent load for when she was fully awake, a reserve of pure, unadulterated desire.

I continued to tease my hard rod, edging for a while, reveling in the mounting anticipation. When my wife finally stirred, stretching languidly beneath the covers, my cock was already raging with lust. I had served her coffee in bed for over twenty years, a silent devotion that had gone largely unnoticed. But this morning, we both knew that time was limited, and that our desires demanded immediate satisfaction. With a shared glance of mutual understanding, we both hopped into the shower, turning the water to a satisfyingly hot temperature.

As I moved behind her sexy ass, I immediately set to work, soaking her body with the warm, fragrant water. The scent of the soap filled the air, intensifying my arousal. I massaged her back and shoulders, feeling the delicate rhythm of her breathing deepen as she relaxed into the sensation. My hand slowly descended, seeking the smooth, sensitive skin of her tummy. From there, I moved upward, cupping her heavy breasts and gently tracing the contours of her nipples. I was surprised by their hardness and sharpness, a testament to her well-defined physique.

Her entire body was now slick and slippery, coated in water and soap, a vibrant contrast to the pale tones of her skin. My hands roamed freely over her hot body, my dripping hard cock pressing against her ass cheeks, seeking purchase. I sensed her mounting arousal, her eagerness to surrender to the pleasure we were about to share. She needed my touch, my power, my relentless pursuit of her pleasure. She bent over, sticking her ass out toward me, lifting her one leg up against the wall in front of her, a clear invitation. There was no need for words, I understood her unspoken plea perfectly. She craved my thick cock to penetrate her beautiful pussy lips, to deliver her to the depths of her g-spot.

I inserted my hand through her thighs, feeling the warmth of her pussy lips against my fingers. With my other hand, I soaked my cock with water and soap, preparing it for the inevitable assault. I began to stroke it at a furious pace, feeling the waves of anticipation building within me. Soon, a torrent of cum erupted, flooding my body as I reached the precipice of release. We were both breathing heavily, moaning with the intensity of our mutual lust. It was a glorious experience, a testament to the power of connection and desire. Witnessing my sexy wife in this state of erotic abandon filled me with an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

My cock slid with a relentless, powerful rhythm through her slippery cheeks, a desperate attempt to penetrate her tight, longing pussy. I was on the verge of cumming all over her ass when she cried out, “I’m cumming, aah fuuuuckkk, I’m cumming, fuck me, fuck me,” her voice choked with pleasure. She shook uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, sending shivers down my spine. I gave her a few final, hard strokes as she came down, savoring the aftermath of her release. Then, I pulled my cock out, stroking it gently as a fresh wave of cum erupted, spraying a massive load all over her ass and back, running down her thighs. She turned around, facing me with a look of pure bliss, “I love you so much,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. “Love you too,” I replied, feeling a surge of tenderness wash over me. It took us a moment to gather ourselves, to wash away the residue of our shared passion and prepare for another day that the Lord had blessed us with.

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