River Lights, Velvet Nights

The rain hammered against the glass of the eighth-floor balcony, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the Mississippi River churned, a dark, restless serpent under the glow of a thousand neon lights. Two nights ago, we’d arrived at the historic Grand Majestic Hotel, seeking a temporary escape from the relentless grind of our lives. Now, overlooking this chaotic beauty, I felt an unfamiliar thrill, a reckless abandon I hadn't realized I possessed.

The hotel itself was a relic of a bygone era, all heavy velvet drapes and ornate wood paneling. But it was the view that truly captivated me, a panoramic canvas of urban decay and vibrant life. It was Blue, my wife, who had first drawn me to this balcony, her presence radiating an intoxicating blend of confidence and vulnerability.

The day we arrived, we’d plunged into the sensory overload of New Orleans, exploring the labyrinthine streets, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of gumbo and beignets, and losing ourselves in the cacophony of jazz music spilling from dimly lit clubs. We’d indulged in the local cuisine, savoring spicy crawfish étouffée and decadent chocolate pralines. But it was that evening, standing on this very balcony, that I began to understand the allure of abandoning “routine.”

As I walked past her, I hesitated, gently stroked her face, and told her how much I loved her. She grasped my hand, set her cup down, and seductively kissed my palm, and then my wrist, and placed my hand on her breast. The touch ignited something primal within me, a burning desire that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long.

I looked into her jade-green eyes and smiled, waiting for her next kiss. Instead, she turned toward me, opened her gorgeous legs, and pulled me in between her thighs. The world seemed to shrink, the rain fading into a distant murmur as my senses heightened. My breath hitched in my throat, a delicious tension building in my loins.

As she loosened my towel, it dropped to the floor. I was now totally exposed, my dick standing straight out, vulnerable and eager. As she stroked it, her eyes flashed with desire, mirroring the fervent heat within me. The shirt she almost “wore” was unbuttoned and open, and both perky breasts were now exposed for my pleasure.

There was hunger in her eyes for more of what we enjoyed last night. As she embraced my throbbing cock, I felt a surge shoot through my groin at this unexpected encounter with her. It was a potent cocktail of lust and anticipation, a potent combination that left me breathless and yearning for more.

I watched as my beautiful, sultry wife leaned in to lovingly kiss the head. One kiss, two kisses, then licking circles around the head… I was ecstatic! The rhythm of her tongue, the warmth of her breath, it was an experience beyond measure, a symphony of pleasure that transported me to another realm.

She looked into my eyes and said, “This is my cock. It belongs to me and I love it. I love to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, and feel it explode when I make you cum. Got it, mister? This cock is all mine.” Her words hung in the air, a declaration of ownership, a challenge to my dominance. It was a heady combination, a potent mix of submission and power.

I was breathless! This otherwise demure wife of mine let all inhibitions go, and seduced me with her sensual words! My whole body felt electrified! The scent of rain mingled with her perfume, creating an intoxicating aroma that swirled around us like a tangible force.

My hands gently grasped her head as she took my dick into her mouth. Even the sounds she made confirmed how much she enjoyed sucking me. She enjoyed ravishing my cock. The sensation was both exquisite and overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely.

I craved to taste her flower, to give her an orgasm so intense it would leave her drained. But she wasn’t ready to give my dick up yet. The anticipation was building, a slow burn that intensified with every passing moment.

I wanted to take her right then and there! I thought she might be hesitant to “fk” me there on the window seat, so I told her I wanted to take her to the bed. But as she stood up and kissed me, she surprised me and said, “No, baby… I want you to eat me right here, right now!” When she said that, I felt a pulse of energy shoot through me!

As we kissed, she quickly pulled the shirt off. With nothing on but her panties, she stepped up to stand on the window bench. Then she embraced my head and pushed her tummy against my face. My hands caressed her ass, and as I kissed down to her sculpted pubic area, I pulled her panties down and off.

I pushed her legs apart, and my finger found its way inside her moistening pussy. Her hips moved with approval. The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control.

I lifted her leg and began kissing her inner thighs. Blue’s aroma is so alluring, and I adore her taste. As she placed her right leg onto my shoulder for balance, I began eagerly eating her out. Her moans of pleasure drove my intensity. The rhythmic movements, the shared desire, it was a primal dance of dominance and submission.

Her quivering body alerted me that she was nearing her climax. And before long she had an explosive orgasm, moaning intensely, pushing her dewy flower into my face. Her hair fell wildly over her face as her whole body trembled with ecstasy… she went weak, out of breath.

Still breathing vigorously from her climax, Blue nearly collapsed, moving down onto the seat. Recovering quickly, she turned and got on all fours, her face in the window, and begged me to “fk” her hard. I guided my cock into her wet pussy, doggy style, as she groaned from the fullness she felt pushing inside her treasure.

Her breasts danced in the window to each thrust. She enthusiastically blurted out sexual expletives, threatening me if I climaxed too soon. The intensity was palpable, a surge of adrenaline that left me breathless and aching for more.

As I worked my cock inside her, my hands caressed her firm butt cheeks. Her gaze shifted back and forth. She looked back to watch me ravish her. Then she looked out the window, wondering if our nakedness was visible to people outside.

My shaft was glistening from her juices. Her vulnerable position gave me a full rear view of her assets. It was a moment of pure bliss, a connection forged in sweat and desire.

Several unbelievable minutes went by as I bit my lip to delay climaxing. But I warned her it would be soon. Blue demanded I fill her with my hot cream, so I stopped fighting my climax and intensified my thrusts. Her groans told me it was deeply satisfying.

In a few moments, I exploded and she took my love cream enthusiastically, squeezing around my shaft to milk every drop. I took in the beauty of her position as we slowly wound down. The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of our passion, leaving behind only the lingering scent of desire and the memory of an unforgettable night.

Needless to say, we both needed another shower, but oh, was it worth it! I wonder what adventure we’ll come up with tonight?

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