Secret Anniversary Seduction

The calendar mocked me from the wall, a cruel reminder of the anniversary we’d spent apart. Seven years. Seven years of anniversaries missed, of stolen weekends and hurried phone calls while Ryan was on the road, chasing deals and conference calls. Tonight, I decided, was the night I’d reclaim my power, my desires. A surprise sex session with my husband was just the ticket. I’d planned this for weeks, meticulously crafting the perfect scenario. A quick flight to Phoenix, where Ryan was temporarily stationed, a clandestine cab ride to his hotel, and a daring knock on his door. The whole thing felt deliciously illicit, like a secret whispered between us.

The lobby of the Grand Mirage was bustling with business travelers, but I spotted him almost immediately – Mark, Ryan’s closest confidante and a regular at this establishment. He directed me to his room, number 312, with a knowing smirk. Seconds after rapping on the door, Ryan, looking weary but undeniably handsome in his tailored suit, opened it. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a slow, appreciative smile. He pulled me inside, the scent of expensive cologne and leather filling my senses.

“Later,” he murmured to Mark, already pulling down his athletic shorts with a practiced ease. The sight of his erection, bouncing playfully beneath the fabric of his boxers, sent a delicious shiver down my spine. As he moved towards the bed, I followed, a playful challenge in my eyes. I shed my own clothes with deliberate slowness, pulling off my short denim shorts and then my silk camisole, revealing a pair of barely-there pink lace thongs. The air crackled with anticipation.

Ryan, a man of few words, simply slid onto the plush king-sized bed beside me, a silent invitation to continue. He shed his shirt, the muscles of his chest rippling beneath the thin fabric. He then leaned in, brushing his lips against my neck before turning that affection into a mischievous smirk.

“Wipe that look off your face,” he challenged, his voice low and husky. I burst out laughing, stripping off my own clothing with reckless abandon. As I lay there, naked and vulnerable, the heat of his gaze intensified.

He gently pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, his hand finding its way to my thigh, rubbing it with insistent pleasure. I felt his chest contract with each breath, the warmth radiating through my skin. He shifted me slightly, turning me over so I faced him, his presence dominating my senses. A slow, deliberate kiss landed on my lips, deepening into something more passionate. His hand began to slide down my back, unhooking my bra with a swift, confident movement. As my bra came off, revealing the curve of my breasts, I moaned softly, lost in the moment.

The kiss intensified, his lips tracing the line of my jaw, exploring every inch of my face. He pulled me closer still, burying his face in my hair, and whispered, “You look incredible.” As he jumped onto the bed beside me, I felt the undeniable pull of his body against mine. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

“Let’s not waste any time,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. He slipped his hand beneath my thighs, pulling me closer as he began to stroke my body with passionate, deliberate movements. I writhed slightly beneath his touch, my pleasure building with each passing moment.

He brought his lips back to mine, deepening the kiss, pulling me further into his embrace. He tasted of sweat and desire, a potent combination that sent shivers down my spine. As he continued to caress my body, I moved my hand to his boxers, slipping it underneath the fabric and slowly, deliberately, pulling them down. The sight of his exposed cock, erect and pulsing with anticipation, was both exhilarating and slightly shocking.

“Where do you want it?” he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge. I hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before letting out a sigh. "My cum."

We had long ago discarded the idea of children, and condoms felt like a needless restriction on our passion. "Where ever you want to," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

He smirked, a flash of mischievous delight in his eyes, and thrust deep into me. The sensation was immediate, intense, and utterly overwhelming. I cried out, arching my back as I plunged deeper into his embrace. “Oh, Ryan. Oh yeah. Faster, baby,” I screamed, my voice raw with pleasure. He remained silent, lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, each movement becoming harder, faster, and more desperate. The heat intensified, spreading through my body like wildfire.

As my orgasm rushed through me, a tidal wave of pleasure, I felt myself begin to lose control, my body convulsing in ecstatic spasms. Ryan pulled back slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Open," he demanded, his voice low and insistent.

I obeyed, opening my mouth wide, my throat aching with anticipation. He shoved his cock into my mouth, the sensation both shocking and intensely pleasurable. I tasted the salty sweat of his skin, the musk of his arousal. As he continued to thrust, I bobbed my head, trying to savor every sensation, every inch of his body inside me. The world faded away, leaving only the primal connection between us.

I stood up, feeling drained yet utterly satisfied, as Ryan embraced me tightly, burying his face in my hair. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin. I leaned into his embrace, holding him close, feeling a profound sense of contentment wash over me. The surprise sex had been everything I’d hoped for and more, a delicious reminder of the passion that still burned brightly between us. The calendar might have mocked me, but tonight, I had reclaimed my power, my desires, and my love for my husband.

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