Second Harvest: A Missionary's Desire

The aroma of rosemary and garlic hung in the air, a comforting scent after a long, tiring Friday. Susan and I had spent the afternoon reminiscing about our life’s journey, a tapestry woven with threads of ministry, heartache, and unexpected joys. As we settled back into the plush cushions of our living room, a shared bottle of Merlot warmed our hands, and the flickering light from the television cast dancing shadows across the room. A playful suggestion from Susan – a new set of Victoria’s Secret panties and a bra – sparked an immediate desire within me. "Can I touch?" I asked, my voice husky with anticipation. Her response, a soft, eager “yes, please!” sealed the moment, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins.

With a genuine smile, I gently took hold of her breast, my lips tracing the curve of her neck as a low moan escaped her lips. It was an intoxicating sound, pulling me deeper into the intoxicating moment. I continued downward, expertly maneuvering the lace of her gown to reveal the delicate expanse of her breasts. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against my hardened shaft as she whispered, "Oh, I’m so throbbing! Let me take care of you."

As we sat back, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, the soft touches and tantalizing glances continued to pull us away from the flickering images on the screen. She motioned her legs over my lap, an invitation that was impossible to resist. My kisses and tongue explored her body, alternating between her neck, breasts, and the sensitive skin around her waist. Her breathing quickened, her moans growing longer and more insistent. “Oh, more! Give me more!” she urged, her voice laced with desire.

Responding to her command, I slowly slid myself onto my knees beside the couch, careful to maintain eye contact with Susan as she massaged her breasts, stomach, arms, and legs with intermittent kisses. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, punctuated by long, drawn-out moans of pleasure. “Ahh, mmm, yes!!!” she cried out, her body arching in anticipation. As I shifted one hand onto her mound, she reached in unison for my penis, now throbbing and pulsating with fervent heat. Gently, I slid my head down past her navel, pulling her hand over my head as I whispered, “Feed on my lovely flowing juices!” Her thrusting pelvic movements drew me in, and I savored each drip as she licked my clitoris, a primal connection that ignited a fire within me.

Pre-cum erupted from my member, allowing her to stroke with ease. Wanting to unleash the full force of my passion, I held back slightly while slipping my fingers into her very wet love canal, licking and grinding against her clit as she writhed in pleasure. Her body bucked against me, a captivating display of raw desire. A long moan escaped her lips as she was released with an intense orgasm, the pulsating of her vagina against my lips a testament to the intensity of the moment.

Standing, I positioned myself before her, my hands stroking her balls and penis as she leaned forward, her gaze locked on mine. With both hands stroking my balls and penis, she moved to licking and sucking my crown. No longer able to contain myself, I lunged forward, lost in the heat of the moment. As she thrust deeply, her body convulsed with pleasure. We shifted positions, moving from missionary to spooning, each climax more intense than the last. Finally, exhausted but satisfied, we collapsed into each other's arms, a wave of contentment washing over us.

After a brief rest of an hour or so, I found myself resting my fingers inside her still wet love spot. Hard again, I guided her to the second round, with renewed energy. Awaken, she began bucking up against me with long, desperate moans. “Oh! Second round…please give it to me Tom!” she cried out, her voice filled with yearning. We moved from missionary position to spooning, each climax more intense than the last. With a sweet whisper, she said, “Now take me from behind!” She turned, revealing her butt and vagina in the air. I took her deep, pulling at her hips as she swirled in and out of my grasp. Within no time she pulled away, saying, “Relax, let me take it from here!” She guided me to lay down as she reached down taking my penis deep in her throat. Wanting now so much to release my fluid, she stopped saying, “This will bring you there!” so mounts me and rides in every sweeping motion with her pleading of “fill me up!” We then joined finishing the second half with a deep, long, wet, and fulfilled wave of orgasm in unison. Resting each other, we kissed and made our way to bedroom, finding solace in each other's arms.

As we drifted off to sleep, I felt a profound sense of peace and connection. The intimate second half had been a beautiful gift, a testament to our enduring love and the shared pleasure we found in each other's bodies. A gentle whisper escaped her lips as she drifted off to sleep, “Tom, thank you for the Second Half!” I thanked her in return, turning her onto her back and saying, “Let me close with this!” I swept my tongue to clean between her labia lips and clitoris, savoring the lingering sensations as she succumbed to the final wave of pleasure. The joy of the shared dance of the juices brought her to a quiet sleep, a perfect ending to a perfect night.

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