Nipple Play & Tandem Bliss

The scent of lavender and pine hung heavy in the air, clinging to the plush velvet of our king-sized bed. Melody stirred beside me, her dark hair a tangled mess across the pillow. It was one of those mornings, the kind where the sun streamed through the sheer curtains, painting stripes across the room, and the world felt impossibly slow. We'd settled into our routine, the predictable rhythm of our days, but beneath the surface simmered a constant, low-burning desire. As usual, she’d begun her morning ritual – a gentle exploration of my nipples, her fingertips teasing and coaxing, while I, in turn, pumped my cock with a quiet, insistent rhythm. It was a familiar dance, a silent conversation of pleasure and submission. “FMP,” we called it, “Fix My Problem,” a playful euphemism for this intimate morning massage.

I stood at the sink, the cool water splashing against my skin as I shaved, feeling the tension ease from my muscles. Melody moved behind me, her weight pressing against my back, her full breasts, hard and perky, digging into my spine. The sensation was exquisite, a delightful violation that always woke me up. Her touch was deliberate, her attention focused solely on my nipples, drawing out their sensitivity with a practiced hand. Simultaneously, I continued my routine, the quickening pulse in my member a tangible sign of my arousal. This wasn’t intercourse, not really, but it was undeniably lovemaking – an intense, intimate exchange of pleasure that fueled our connection.

As the morning progressed, the gentle teasing evolved. Melody began sucking and licking my nipples, her lips lingering, drawing out every drop of moisture. The sensation intensified, sending shivers down my spine. Her beautiful breasts and teats, so sensitive and responsive, responded to her touch with an almost frantic energy. It was intoxicating, a primal surge of lust that threatened to overwhelm me. The rhythmic sucking escalated, building a crescendo of anticipation, until finally, she paused, her eyes locking onto mine with a hungry, wild animal gleam. “Don’t expect this every time,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire, “but I want you inside me!” – a coded invitation to a full, uninhibited session.

She bent over the sink, her smooth, sexy legs splayed wide, revealing the curve of her full moon behinds. The sight of her aroused form sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I reached out to stroke her glistening pussy, only to find it already coated in a self-made lubricant, a testament to her eagerness. “Go in me now!” she demanded, her voice laced with urgency.

There was no room for hesitation, no time for second thoughts. I plunged my cock into her depths, and we immediately launched into a frenzied embrace, our bodies intertwined in a desperate quest for release. She rocked onto my hard, throbbing member, thrusting with an almost violent intensity. “Oh! Oooooo! That – feels – so – good!” she gasped out between our mutual thrusts. “Don’t stop! Come – in – my – puuuussssy!”

I complied, pushing deeper, but not immediately. We continued to make love, lost in the heat of the moment, for several minutes. Back then, we were in better shape, able to endure this kind of intense pleasure without ill effects. The reflected view of her beautiful eyes and face, flushed with arousal, was a constant source of fascination. I enjoyed watching her boobies bounce with each thrust I made, savoring the visual stimulation as much as the physical sensation. Her pussy pulsations increased, and she demanded, “Harder! Do it harder!” I obliged, pushing my limits, allowing her tits to bounce even more.

She later confided that she also enjoyed watching me in the mirror, particularly my facial expression of erotic ecstasy as I pounded her pussy. Her desire for intensity had been satisfied, and she was clearly ready for the next stage of our lovemaking.

As she continued her demands, I found myself responding with increased urgency, determined to give her everything she desired. The hard fucking did it for her, igniting a powerful orgasm that rippled through her entire body. She let out a series of audible sighs, which triggered my own climax, a torrent of thick cum erupting from my body and showering the sink and bathroom mirror.

“I’m cumming, too!” I exclaimed between grunts as I drained my balls, my pleasure reaching its peak. Melody’s cries of delight echoed through the room. “Thank you! That feels so good to feel my present in my pussy!” Her words held a strange intimacy, an acknowledgment of the shared pleasure we’d just experienced. I slid out, but she wasn’t done, and neither was I. She surprised me by climbing into the tub and standing there with one leg up on the side of the tub, her body angled to catch the light. “Hurry!” she demanded. “Put your tongue inside me!”

(Her code for, “Tommy, I want oral sex NOW!”)

Melody kept one leg on the edge of the tub and spread her pussy-lips open with her hands, exposing her glistening vulva. “Our” cum-mix was leaking out, but had not yet fallen off of her sexy vulva. “Hurry!” she repeated, her voice a mixture of anticipation and urgency.

So I quickly straddled the edge of our tub, sat down, and leaned my face up to her leaking love tunnel. I caught the first thick tear-shaped glob of creamy cum with my tongue before it fell, savoring the salty taste and the exquisite sensation.

Melody couldn’t resist moving her hips in such a way that when I extended my tongue and held it stationary, her movements made me lick her pussy and clitoris stern to stem. She writhed in pleasure, but that position eventually became too much to maintain.

However, we weren’t done yet. I stood up and turned the water on, then turned around to face my sexy bride of 22 years. Melody leaned down and forward with her mouth open and said, “Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!” Then she gave me one of her mischievous smiles. I understood what she wanted – my erection in her hungry mouth!

I stood up on the interior side shelves of our jacuzzi tub, facing my nude and sex-crazed wife. “Oops,” I said. “Do you want me to wash off first?”

“It’s okay,” she replied, her voice filled with playful defiance. She continued to watch me with a knowing smirk as I plunged my cock into her sweet Nordic cunt, initiating another round of fervent thrusting. I began to pump my quickly hardening rod, feeling the heat building within me.

“Oh! Oooooo! That feels so good!” she gasped out between our mutual thrusts. “Don’t stop! Come in my pussy!” Her voice was a mixture of pleasure and desperation, a testament to her overwhelming desire. I obliged, pushing deeper and deeper, seeking to satisfy her every whim.

As our movements intensified, I realized that this was more than just physical pleasure; it was a merging of souls, a shared experience that transcended the boundaries of our bodies. Her body was a masterpiece, sculpted by nature and enhanced by her own desires. The sight of her beautiful eyes and face, flushed with arousal, filled me with an unparalleled sense of satisfaction. Her pussy pulsations increased, and she began to demand, “Harder! Do it harder!” I complied willingly, pushing my limits to give her the most intense experience possible. Her tits bounced even more, responding to my efforts with a frantic energy.

By the way, she later told me that she also liked watching me in the mirror—especially my facial expression of erotic ecstasy as I was pounding her pussy!

I continued to stimulate her until she could take no more, finally allowing me to slide out of her depths. She was still humming with pleasure, her body trembling with the lingering sensations. Her arousal hadn't diminished, so naturally neither was I. She surprised me by climbing into the tub and standing there with one leg up on the side of the tub. “Hurry!” she again demanded. “Put your tongue inside me!”

(Her code for, “Tommy, I want oral sex NOW!”)

Melody kept one leg on the edge of the tub and spread her pussy-lips open with her hands. “Our” cum-mix was leaking out but had not yet fallen off of her sexy vulva. “Hurry!” she said again. “It’s leaking out!”

So I quickly straddled the edge of our tub, sat down, and leaned my face up to her leaking love tunnel. I caught the first thick tear-shaped glob of creamy cum with my tongue before it fell.

“Mmmmmm!” Melody said. “Do it some more! But I want your tongue deeper inside my pussy!”

I discovered early on in our marriage that Melody is not always in the mood for cunnilingus, but when she is, she REALLY needs me to tongue-fuck her pussy opening! So I thrust my tongue in and lapped up more of our mellow-tasting creamy cum. It wasn’t just MY cum because she had made plenty of juices too. And the scientific fact is that pussy juice is acidic and semen has the pH of a base. Mixed together they taste more “mellow” or neutral to this now-retired scientist.

Melody couldn’t resist moving her hips in such a way that when I extended my tongue out and held it stationary, her movements made me lick her pussy and clitoris stern to stem. She writhed in pleasure, but that position eventually became too much to maintain.

However, we weren’t done yet. I stood up and turned the water on, then turned around to face my sexy bride of 22 years. Melody leaned down and forward with her mouth open and said, “Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!” Then she gave me one of her mischievous smiles. I understood what she wanted – my erection in her hungry mouth!

I stood up on the interior side shelves of our jacuzzi tub, facing my nude and sex-crazed wife. “Oops,” I said. “Do you want me to wash off first?”

“It’s okay,” she replied, her voice filled with playful defiance. She continued to watch me with a knowing smirk as I plunged my cock into her sweet Nordic cunt, initiating another round of fervent thrusting. I began to pump my quickly hardening rod, feeling the heat building within me.

“Oh! Oooooo! That feels so good!” she gasped out between our mutual thrusts. “Don’t stop! Come in my pussy!” Her voice was a mixture of pleasure and desperation, a testament to her overwhelming desire. I complied willingly, pushing deeper and deeper, seeking to satisfy her every whim.

As our movements intensified, I realized that this was more than just physical pleasure; it was a merging of souls, a shared experience that transcended the boundaries of our bodies. Her body was a masterpiece, sculpted by nature and enhanced by her own desires. The sight of her beautiful eyes and face, flushed with arousal, filled me with an unparalleled sense of satisfaction. Her pussy pulsations increased, and she began to demand, “Harder! Do it harder!” I complied willingly, pushing my limits to give her the most intense experience possible. Her tits bounced even more, responding to my efforts with a frantic energy.

By the way, she later told me that she also liked watching me in the mirror—especially my facial expression of erotic ecstasy as I was pounding her pussy!

By the time we finished, we were both completely spent, breathless and dripping with sweat. The lingering scent of our mingled juices filled the air, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. As we lay entangled in the warm water, exhausted but content, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the gift of our shared passion. It was a reminder that even amidst the mundane realities of life, there was always room for pleasure, desire, and the exquisite joy of making love. And as the sun set over the horizon, casting long shadows across the bathroom, I knew that this was just one chapter in our ongoing story of love and lust, a chapter filled with unforgettable moments and countless more to come.

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