Silent Evening, Wet Dreams (L)

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the insistent throb building in my core. Ben was sprawled across the bed beside me, the glow of the television casting long shadows across his muscular frame. We’d finished dinner hours ago, the remnants of a spicy Thai curry still clinging to the air, but neither of us felt like talking. Not really. Just existing in the comfortable silence that had become our sanctuary.

I’d been scrolling through MarriageHeat, a site notorious for its explicit content, a guilty pleasure I indulged in when the mood struck. Tonight, the mood was particularly potent. The heat radiating from Ben, the dampness clinging to my skin after our shower, and the lingering memory of the stories we’d read together, filled me with an almost unbearable anticipation. I pulled my phone from my jeans pocket, the cool glass a welcome contrast to the rising temperature within me.

My fingers danced across the screen, navigating the familiar interface until I found the story I’d been captivated by earlier: “Crimson Desire.” As I began to read, the words seemed to ignite a fire in my veins. The tale of a lonely housewife seeking solace in her husband’s arms, described with such raw, unbridled passion, sent shivers down my spine. My left nipple began to swell, a signal of my escalating arousal.

“What’cha lookin’ at?” Ben murmured, his voice low and husky. He’d noticed the change in me, the subtle shift in my demeanor. He slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows, his eyes locking onto mine. His gaze was intense, hungry, and undeniably alluring.

“Just a little something to pass the time,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. My hand instinctively moved to cover my nipple, a nervous habit I couldn’t seem to shake. “You know, just some naughty reading.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the bed. “You’re a tease, you know that?” He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip before gently sliding down my thigh. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, a delicious shock that intensified my desire.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little forward?” I murmured, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. But the heat was building, and my body was betraying me.

“Maybe,” he purred, his voice laced with a playful challenge. “But I’m not one to back down from a good time.” He continued his slow, deliberate descent, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. I couldn’t help but respond, my own hand reaching out to meet his. Our fingers tangled, sending a wave of heat through our intertwined bodies.

As I continued reading, I found myself growing more and more aroused. The descriptions of the couple’s passionate encounters were both explicit and strangely tender, painting a vivid picture of their physical and emotional connection. My pussy began to tingle, anticipating the pleasure to come.

Suddenly, my phone rang, shattering the intimacy of the moment. It was Alicia, our daughter. "Hey! What are ya'll up too?" she asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.

"Not much! Just laying in bed," I replied, trying to ignore the growing heat in my body. "How about yourself?"

“Really! Already? Or am I interrupting something?” she giggled, oblivious to the simmering tension between us.

“No, just laying here reading,” I said, hoping to steer the conversation away from our current predicament. Just then, Ben, unable to contain himself any longer, reached between my legs and gently touched my pussy. It was a slow, deliberate act, designed to build anticipation. I gasped softly, unable to resist his touch.

“Mom, are you okay?” Alicia asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Yes, I’m fine!” I replied, pulling away slightly. "Just a little bit distracted." But his hand lingered, teasing my pussy with increasing boldness. It was too much to resist, and I let out a small moan as he continued his assault.

Let me tell you, it was difficult to concentrate on what Alicia was saying. The scent of Ben's arousal, mixed with the heat radiating from my own body, was overwhelming. Finally, I ended the call by saying I felt tired and had to go.

“You shit!” I exclaimed with a laugh, after hanging up with Alicia. Ben chuckled, then we kissed. It was a hot, passionate kiss that melted away all thoughts of our conversation. I wanted and needed him desperately, and he seemed to feel the same way. But he pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I don’t believe you finished the story, sweetheart,” he said with a sarcastic grin.

Story? What story? My brain was in a fog of desire, and getting messed up was the only thing that made sense. Ben insisted that I finish the story from the beginning, which was a challenge, considering how quickly my mind had wandered.

As I re-read the beginning of “Crimson Desire,” Ben began to rub and finger my pussy. His thumb and forefinger stroked and tugged at my clit, and I struggled to concentrate. My breathing grew deep, then shallow, as I began to pant the words out. Finally, I could take no more as my orgasm began to rise and build inside me.

“Ohhhhh, baby! You’re gonna make me cum! Ohhhhh-Ohhhhhhhh, yessss, cummming!” I panted as my orgasm took over my body and had me trembling. I damn near dropped my phone off the bed.

As I lay there coming down from my orgasm, Ben smiled, and we kissed passionately once again. He then began to kiss his way down my body until he reached my swollen and wet cunt. The heat intensified, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to submit completely.

“Read another story!” Ben said, then kissed my pubic mound. I whimpered as I felt his finger lightly trace and tease my asshole. The pleasure was intense, but I continued to read.

“Fuck, baby! Don’t stop! Yes, just like that! Ohhhhhhhh, yessssss! ” I cried as my body tensed with yet another orgasm. My juices spilled into his mouth and onto his lips.

Ben looked up at me, his lips glistening as he began to kiss his way back up my body. I shivered slightly as we kissed, our tongues meeting with the taste of my pussy on his lips. The sensations were exquisite, driving me further into a state of ecstatic surrender.

I set my phone down as Ben mounted me, then groaned as he suddenly thrust into me. His cock filled my pussy so wonderfully as he slowly began to thrust. As is our custom, we looked into each other’s eyes as we fucked. The sound of our lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of moans, groans, and whispered pleas. We were hungry for one another, and it felt like an eternity since we'd last allowed ourselves this level of intimacy. Ben grunted and groaned as he pumped his cock into my hungry cunt. His balls slapped against my ass in rhythm to his thrusting.

“I love you so much! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!” I panted as I worked my hips to meet his until I orgasmed once again. Then I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him deeper and holding him there as I rode my wave of pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby! I want you to cum for me! Let me watch you release your cum fountain. I want to feel your nut gravy on my body!” I cried as Ben continued to thrust into me.

We kissed passionately once more before Ben pulled out and got up on his knees between my legs. His cock was hard and glistening with my juices as he took it in hand and began to beat his meat in rapid strokes. I fingered my pussy as I watched, egging him on.

“Gonna cum!” Ben growled. I watched his face grimace, his body jerk, and his cum erupt from his cock. It landed on my pubic hair and stomach. The scent was intoxicating, a potent blend of arousal and pleasure.

In closing, let me say that, yes, MarriageHeat definitely does inspire hot sex. Thank you to all the wonderful, horny writers who share their stories of hot monogamy. Your stories truly inspire Ben and me, and we are so grateful. God bless you all, and stay horny!

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