Silken Strands, Sweet Relief (L)

Lacy’s back surgery had left her in a delicate state, and I'd been her constant companion for the last six months, helping her navigate the discomfort. Tonight, she asked me to brush her hair, a simple request that held a potent invitation. She settled into a chair with no backrest, leaning against me for support, her silk robe pulled open just enough to reveal the generous curve of her 40EE breasts. The sight alone sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a primal heat within me. As I began to dry her long, blonde locks with a towel, my cock started to tingle, the anticipation building with each brushstroke.

Her voice, a soft murmur, broke through the growing tension, “I love when you brush my hair.” Her eyes were closed, a serene expression on her face, and the movement shifted her robe further, exposing a particularly firm, long, and thick nipple. The thought of my rock-hard cock against her, the intimate connection, was intoxicating. She shifted, pressing closer, her body radiating heat, and a silent challenge hung in the air. “Mmm, that feels amazing, baby. Will you please rub my head and face like you do?” The request felt like a deliberate invitation, a test of my desires.

We moved to the bed, finding a more comfortable position where I could gently massage her scalp and temples. I began with slow, circular motions, feeling the tension ease from her forehead and temples as I worked my hands across her head. Occasionally, I strayed to softly run my fingers down her cheeks and chin, noticing the delicate curve of her jawline. She purred and ground against me, her body a responsive delight. The memory of her asking for this very thing, before the surgery, surfaced, fueling my desire even further. I wanted to take her, but she was clearly enjoying the playfulness, so I obliged, indulging her game.

My hand, reaching around her chin and lips, felt the warmth of her breath on my fingertips. The other hand slid down her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her spine. She trembled slightly, a visible sign of her arousal, and moaned softly as I gently squeezed her throat. The sensation was electrifying, and as I pulled back slightly, she slid her head down, the tip of my throbbing cock pressing against the base of her neck through my shorts. Her eyes were closed, and her breasts and nipples were on full display, a tantalizing invitation that I couldn’t resist.

As I continued to rub her neck and back up to her lips, she licked my finger, her touch sending shivers through my body. “I love how you touch me, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. Her nipples were long and hard, their sensitivity heightened by the anticipation. Her scent, a blend of vanilla and something uniquely her own, filled the air, intoxicating me completely. I slid my hands straight down over her huge tits, rubbing circles around her nipples, eliciting a long and soft moan from her.

Suddenly, she sat up, a slight grimace crossing her face. “Sorry, that position was starting to hurt my back.” Her robe closed, but the implication was clear – she wanted more. “You can rub me more,” she requested, her eyes meeting mine with a knowing glint. She turned to face me, pressing her forehead against my belly, and I couldn’t help but notice my hard cock bulging up in my shorts, straining against the waistband. The sight was both a provocation and a confirmation of my desires.

I began rubbing the back of her head and neck, the gentle pressure sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gasped softly, letting out her hot breath onto the tip of my cock. The sensation intensified, and I felt a growing urgency to fulfill her needs. My knees wobbled, and I realized I was on the verge of losing control, my body yearning to explode against her. I fought the urge to shove her head down on my cock, which felt harder than it had been in almost a year. The proximity was overwhelming, the heat radiating from her body almost unbearable.

She shifted slightly, her breath falling over me, and the intensity only increased. I felt a tingling sensation, a primal urge to lose myself in her embrace. The game she was playing was driving me insane, but I found myself completely captivated by her submission.

I ran the fingers of one hand around her chin and lips as my other slid down her neck. She trembled a little as I rubbed her neck, and she moaned as I gently squeezed her throat. The scent of her arousal mingled with my own anticipation, creating a heady cocktail of desire. As I moved back a little, she slid her head down until the tip of my throbbing cock pressed against the base of her neck through my shorts. Her eyes remained closed, her breasts and nipples on full display, a testament to her submission.

As I continued to rub her neck and back up to her lips, she lightly licked my finger as it glided over her lips, eliciting another soft moan. “I love how you touch me, baby,” she whispered, her voice a breathless plea. Her nipples were long and hard, their sensitivity heightened by the anticipation of our impending union. Her scent was intoxicating, a potent reminder of the pleasure she was about to bring me.

I slid my hands straight down over her huge tits and rubbed circles around her nipples, eliciting a long and soft moan from her. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. The heat radiating from her body was almost unbearable, and I felt a primal urge to lose myself in her embrace.

Then, unexpectedly, she sat up. “Sorry, that position was starting to hurt my back.” She closed her robe, but I knew that was not the end of our exploration. She asked me if I could get her meds or anything, her voice laced with a playful challenge. “You can rub me more,” she requested instead. “I really was enjoying that.” She turned to face me, pressing her forehead against my belly, and I couldn’t help but notice my hard cock bulging up in my shorts, straining against the waistband. The sight was both a provocation and a confirmation of my desires.

As I began rubbing the back of her head and neck, she gasped softly, letting out her hot breath onto the tip of my cock. The sensation intensified, and I felt a growing urgency to fulfill her needs. My knees wobbled, and I realized I was on the verge of losing control, my body yearning to explode against her. I fought the urge to shove her head down on my cock, which felt harder than it had been in almost a year. The proximity was overwhelming, the heat radiating from her body almost unbearable.

I felt her tug my shorts lightly, and felt the head of my cock sticking out. Oh fuck! The game she was playing was driving me crazy.

I rubbed her shoulder and slid my hand back up her head. I fought the urge to shove her head down on my cock, which felt harder than it has been in almost a year. I felt her breath right over my cock, then felt her hot, wet tongue lick the underside of my cock. I moaned at the sensation, which was so strong I had to fight to hold my cum back.

When she circled my head and slid it into her mouth, I moaned and couldn’t hold back. My knees wobbled and my cock erupted, shooting long, strong blasts of cum into her willing mouth as she quickly swallowed it all. Once she got all my cum, she pulled back and looked up. “Thank you, I needed that baby. It made me feel desired, loved and sexy. And you needed that too! That was quite a lot to drink down.” She wiped the cum from the corner of her lips.

She noticed my cock was still hard and sticking out of my shorts. I saw the wanton desire in her eyes. She reached out and pulled my shorts down the rest of the way, which left my hard, throbbing cock pointing straight at her mouth. She smiled, then grabbed some pillows, put them under her knees, knelt down, and laid her body face down on the bed. She spread her legs, and I knelt behind her. She reached back and pulled apart her ass cheeks, exposing her wet pussy to me with a wordless invitation. She was waxed bald, wet, and waiting for me.

She was panting as I pressed my fat cock head against her wet pussy. “Go slow baby,” she asked. I did as she requested and slowly pushed into her pussy. She felt as tight as the first time I entered her pussy. She moaned loudly as I stretched her open. Her pussy was so hot and wet as I fed her every inch of my cock. I moaned and she pulsed around my cock when I filled her completely.

She let out a slight gasp of pain as my cock went a little too deep inside her. My eyes flicked to the scars on her side and spine from her surgery, and I immediately acted even more gently.

I slowly pulled out and slid only half my cock back in, then started a nice, slow rhythm, very gradually giving her a little more of my cock each time. That apparently helped, because she soon cried out and started cumming. Her pussy pulsed and milked my cock as her juices washed over my shaft.

I wanted to pound her tight pussy, but maintained my gentle rhythm instead, wondering how many time she would cum before I did. My slow and steady pace would make me last quite a while. I loved the feel of her pussy, her body movements, her moans and gasps.

It was amazing to me, knowing she loved how I was taking care of her. She seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. She gasped for breath, reached one hand back to my belly to gently push me away, and begged me to stop. “Stop! Please baby, I can’t take any more.”

I pulled out and admired her pussy; so puffy, red and seeping her juices in a steady stream. My cock ached to cum as I stroked it. She slid to kneel on the floor, panting as she looked at me. “That was amazing, I’ve never had so many orgasms.”

She spread her legs, and I could see her pussy and belly were still vibrating. She pinched, pulled and twisted her nipples as she watched me jack off. I stroked harder and faster as I felt my orgasm about to explode. She lifted her tits and squeezed them together. “Cum on me, cum on my tits baby!” she encouraged.

I laid my cock on her tits and exploded, shooting strong shots of cum over her tits, into her mouth, and splashing her face. She let her mouth hang open, and my cum ran like a river down into her mouth. I fell to my knees, completely spent. As we climbed back onto the bed together, I took in the sight of my sexy wife, who was also sexually satisfied and spent.

“I love you,” she softly whispered, as she began to drift off to sleep.

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