Silent Homecoming's Scent

The rain hammered against the windows of the cabin, mirroring the insistent throb in my groin. A week on the hunt, tracking elk through the dense pines, had sharpened my senses, heightened my awareness, and left me desperate for the familiar comfort of my wife. The scent of pine and damp earth still clung to my camo, a primal reminder of the wild, but it couldn’t mask the magnetic pull drawing me back to her.

The cabin was silent, unnervingly so. The kids were at their friend’s house, leaving us alone, a delicious solitude I’d been craving. I fumbled with the lock, the metal cold beneath my clammy fingers, and pushed the door open. The scent of lavender and something warmer, something undeniably her, hung in the air. It hit me like a wave, pulling me forward, stripping away the last vestiges of my rugged hunter persona.

There she was, lounging on the couch, a glorious, uninhibited vision in a sea of exposed skin. The covers had fallen back, revealing a generous expanse of pale flesh, sculpted by years of pleasure and devotion. One hand was expertly attending to her entrance, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin, while the other pinched her nipple with a possessive delight. A low moan escaped her lips, a testament to the ecstasy she was lost in. The sight, the scent, the sheer audacity of her abandon, ignited a fire within me, burning with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. My dick swelled, a throbbing testament to the pleasure building within me, aching for release, demanding her attention.

I shed my shirt, boots, camo pants, and boxer briefs in quick succession, the damp fabric clinging to my skin as I stood there, stark naked, before her. The lingering scent of my cologne, a musky blend of sandalwood and pine, mingled with the intoxicating aroma rising from her body, a heady combination that threatened to overwhelm my senses. I could still smell the faintest trace of the hunt on my own skin, a potent reminder of my time away, contrasting sharply with the raw, unbridled pleasure radiating from her.

For those of you unfamiliar with hunting etiquette, you know that scent control is paramount. Any trace of cologne or scented soap can ruin a hunt, alerting the deer to your presence. The scent of my own man-skin mingled with the unmistakable fragrance of her aroused flesh was a potent cocktail, both repulsive and utterly irresistible.

Moving deliberately, I approached her, my hand gripping my burgeoning member. She opened her eyes, a slow, languid blink, and gazed down at me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I'm so glad you got home earlier than expected," she murmured, her voice husky with pleasure. Her eyes held a playful challenge, a silent invitation to indulge in the anticipation building between us.

She closed her eyes again, sinking deeper into her pleasure, oblivious to my mounting desire. I stroked her back, slowly, deliberately, letting a bead of pre-cum drip from my slit, a silent offering to the goddess before me. Then, I gently pressed my cock against her cheek, feeling the delicate curve of her bone beneath my fingers. To my surprise, she responded, her body arching slightly, her breath quickening. She began to suck my head, tentatively at first, then with increasing urgency, her mouth working rhythmically, drawing out the pleasure building within me.

My nipples hardened, mirroring the escalating heat in my body. I began to play with them with my hands, teasing her with gentle strokes, while she continued her assault on my head. Her fingers continued their work on her entrance, and her moans, vibrating through the air, intensified my own arousal, driving me closer to the brink. The scent of her wetness filled the room, mingling with the lingering aroma of my own body, creating a potent, primal perfume.

I pulled my cock free from her mouth and began to lick her nipples, savoring the sensation of her warm, sensitive skin beneath my tongue. They were exquisite, perfect, a testament to her beauty and the pleasure she brought to my life. After each suckle, I left a trail of kisses down her stomach, her muscles rippling beneath my touch. She instinctively knew what I needed, her legs opening wide, welcoming my eager embrace. The aroma of her wet snatch filled the air, mingling with the scent of my cock and balls, a heady combination that fueled my lust.

I eagerly spread her legs, nibbling gently on her outer lips, teasing her with my rough tongue. The sensation was exquisite, sending shivers down my spine. Her pussy was incredibly wet from her fingering, tasting like honey and desire, and I lapped it up like a madman, desperate to satisfy my burning need.

Once a few circles had been made with some tongue action, I started sucking gently on her hood, feeling the tension building within her. I could tell from her breathing that she was getting close, her nipples hardening with each passing moment. They were so hard, so exquisitely sensitive, that even the slightest touch sent shivers down my spine. Her fingers continued their work on my entrance, while she moaned, allowing the vibrating sensation of her voice to course through my cock, intensifying my own arousal.

I rubbed my head with her excess pussy juice, the warmth spreading through my body, igniting a fire within me. Then, I pushed in slightly, feeling the resistance of her tightened muscles, before continuing my thrust. It took all my strength to navigate her tight pussy, but I persisted, driven by the primal urge to connect with her in this intimate way. Finally, once my cock was stretched as far as it could go, I completed my thrust, a wave of pleasure washing over me as we reached a point of no return.

The only thing between us was my hairy balls, a testament to our shared intimacy. Oneness had been achieved, a moment of pure bliss, a return to the primal connection we both craved. She was so wet that we didn’t need the usual lube this time; her own juices were more than enough to satisfy my needs.

Oh, how I had missed this on the hunting trip. The solitude, the anticipation, the longing for her touch – it had all built to this moment. I longed for this pleasure that only she could give me, a release that transcended the boundaries of our physical connection.

As I stood there, naked and vulnerable, she began to ravage me with her soft, feminine hands, caressing my chest, stomach, and butt hair. Her touch ignited a fire within me, sending waves of pleasure surging through my body. Once she started playing with my nipples, the male fireworks began in earnest. I had edged my cock into her pussy for some time, and finally decided to blow my incredible load. The anticipation had been building for days, a constant reminder of the pleasure awaiting us.

I began to experience that wonderful feeling that only men can relate to—my balls tightening and the cum preparing to be shot. The load blasted her pussy, painting her walls with my essence, a testament to our shared passion. Once the ropes finished, I kissed her and moved down right away to her freshly-pounded womanhood. The sight of her stretched pussy filled with my ball nectar was so hot, so unbelievably satisfying. My dick never missed a beat. I was so hard and wanted to give her the pleasure that she so lovingly gave me. I dove in and started cleaning, determined to explore every inch of her aroused flesh.

I started stroking my cock, which was still wet from her pussy juice, feeling the rhythm of her breathing as she climbed in pleasure. She quickly went back to where she was when I was eating her before we joined, her breathing fast and pushing my head down as hard as she could. The heat intensified, pushing me closer to the brink.

I licked her passionately, and when I got to her hood and sucked, that was all it took. She convulsed and shot her pussy juice all over my face, soaking my mustache and beard. I love it when she squirts! The sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating, a primal release that left me gasping for air.

Her orgasm lasted for some time, a prolonged wave of pleasure that left me weak in the knees. I continued to lick her, savoring every inch of her aroused flesh, until she finally relaxed, her breathing returning to normal. Since I was so horny again, I was still stroking my cock, lost in the afterglow of our shared passion. I stood up next to her, where I had a perfect view of her beautiful tits, and she reached up and started playing with my balls. That sent me over as I shot a new load across her. I quickly went down and cleaned that up for her as well.

Afterwards, we kissed each other deeply, lost in a world of pleasure and connection.

She said, “Welcome home, my love.”

It was the best end to a hunting trip I ever had, a return to the primal joy of our shared intimacy. And as I drifted off to sleep, the rain still drumming against the windows, I knew that the scent of pine and lavender, mingled with the lingering aroma of our passion, would forever remind me of the pleasure and desire that awaited me in her arms.

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