Post-Furlough Fury: A Desperate Return

The scent of lavender and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, clinging to the plush velvet of the bed as I finished my bowl of cereal and drained my coffee. It was February 2021, just back from my Covid furlough, and the silence of the house felt both comforting and unsettling. I glanced at my watch, a familiar pang of guilt twisting in my stomach – I was already late for work. A quick shout of "See you late, baby!" and a slam of the door sealed my exit, leaving behind the quiet solitude of my morning routine. The dim orange glow of the curtains cast long shadows across the room as I meticulously applied body lotion, a ritual I’d never abandon, a small indulgence in the face of the long day ahead. The lotion tightened my skin, a constant reminder of the passage of time, each application a silent promise of maintaining my youthful appearance. As I moved to my feet, my fingertips lingered on the fabric of my panties, the soft material a fleeting pleasure before continuing my methodical application. The sensation intensified, a low thrum of anticipation building within me, as I continued to smooth the lotion over every curve and contour of my body.

A sharp knock at the door startled me, disrupting my reverie. “For the love of…” I muttered, my hands instinctively withdrawing from my skin. The disappointment of the interruption was palpable, extinguishing the burgeoning heat that had begun to simmer within me. I rose quickly, pulling the robe around me before hurrying down the stairs, the familiar fabric offering a small measure of comfort as I rushed towards the entrance. “This better not be an Amazon delivery,” I muttered under my breath, throwing open the door to reveal my husband, his face etched with apology.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he said, his voice laced with genuine remorse. “I got caught up in the motorway and realized I hadn't said goodbye properly. I had to come back. I would have been aching to see you all day if I had gone on to the office.” He took a step closer, his eyes lingering on the loosely tied red robe, a silent acknowledgment of my arousal. As he leaned in for a kiss, the electric current between us surged, pulling me into his embrace. His lips pressed against mine gently, a brief but passionate connection before he pulled me further into the house. The door slammed shut behind him, sealing us in the darkness, amplifying the heat that now consumed me.

As we kissed, the lingering warmth of our encounter returned to my mound, feeding the growing desire. His hands moved to my neck, and his lips swirled around my sensitive skin, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure. The silky robe, now clinging to my body, provided a sensual friction as he pulled me closer, straddling my leg. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious combination of intimacy and anticipation. My body arched in response, responding to his touch, as he began to rub himself against my leg, the movement intense and insistent. The fabric snagged on my curves, further enhancing the sensation, as I leaned back slightly, allowing the silky material to slip down my chest, revealing a sliver of my breast.

His fingertips traced the contours of my shoulders, following the line of my sternum before finding the delicate skin beneath my breasts. As he moved his fingers down my body, stopping at my nipples, he pinched them firmly, causing a sharp, stinging sensation that sent shivers down my spine. The excitement intensified, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, as he continued his exploration, his touch both gentle and demanding. His grip tightened around my hips, pulling me closer, and he began to grind his pelvis against my leg, the friction electrifying every nerve ending. I felt the heat building within me, a fiery intensity that threatened to overwhelm my senses.

As he continued his assault, I felt my body tingle, responding to his touch, and I let out a small gasp of pleasure. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, and he pulled me back, his hands gripping my waist. The door creaked open, letting in a shaft of sunlight that illuminated the room. A smile played on his lips as he gazed at me, his eyes filled with desire. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup my face, and he leaned in for another kiss. This time, his lips lingered longer, savoring the taste of my skin, before he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine.

As he continued his pursuit, he noticed the loose robe and began to pull it down my back, exposing my shoulders to the light. The silky fabric slid down my arms, catching on the edges of my elbows, creating a tantalizing display of skin. My body responded instinctively, arching forward in anticipation of his touch. He moved his hand down my spine, searching for the sensitive spots, and when he found one, he pressed down firmly, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His fingers moved over my sternum, tracing the curve of my ribs, before descending further down, finding the delicate skin beneath my breasts.

As he continued his exploration, he pulled the robe down over my chest, partially exposing my breasts. The silky fabric created a sensual contrast against my skin, highlighting every curve and contour. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he moved his fingers over my body, tracing the lines of my hips and thighs. Suddenly, he grabbed my ankles, pulling me closer to him. His hands clasped my breasts, pulling them towards his chest. He then removed the robe, revealing my entire body to the light. The air crackled with anticipation as he took a deep breath, savoring the scent of my skin.

As he leaned in for another kiss, his tongue darted into my mouth, exploring every inch of my lips. I closed my eyes, surrendering to his touch, as he pulled me closer still. His hands moved down my body, tracing the lines of my spine, before finding the sensitive skin beneath my breasts. He pulled my breasts upwards, holding them close to his chest, and began to suckle them rhythmically, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control. As he continued to suckle, he moved his hands down my body, tracing the lines of my hips and thighs. He stopped at my vulva, reaching for the entrance and gently pulling it open. The sight of my naked body filled him with desire, and he continued to explore, his fingers tracing the length of my labia.

As he continued his exploration, he discovered the sensitive spot behind my labia, and he pressed down firmly, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I let out a moan, lost in the pleasure of the moment, as he continued to stimulate my clitoris with his fingers. The sensation grew more intense as he moved his hands up my body, tracing the line of my spine and ending at my nipples. He pinched my nipples firmly, causing a sharp, stinging sensation that sent shivers down my spine. The heat intensified, and I felt my body tingle, responding to his touch. As he continued his assault, he pulled my legs apart, exposing my vulva to his gaze. He took a deep breath, savoring the sight of my naked body, before plunging his hand into my vagina.

The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that surged through my body. My muscles tensed, and I arched my back in response, as he continued his thrusts, penetrating deep into my depths. His movements were forceful and relentless, and the heat intensified, driving me closer to the brink of ecstasy. As he reached the peak of his arousal, he let out a loud groan, and I responded with a shriek of pleasure. The world spun around me, and I lost all sense of time and place, completely immersed in the moment. As he withdrew, my body trembled with pleasure, and I let out a final gasp before surrendering to the afterglow. The scent of lavender and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of arousal, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. I looked up at my husband, his eyes filled with desire, and smiled, knowing that we had just shared an unforgettable experience.

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