Steel Bars & Silent Screams

The morning sun sliced through the linen curtains, painting stripes of pale gold across the king-sized bed. It was a beautiful, lonely kind of beauty, the sort that clung to the quiet of a locked-down world. I lay there, half-naked, the remnants of last night clinging to my skin, a dull ache in my muscles a testament to the passionate encounter. The iron bar of a morning woody, cold and hard, jutted out from between my legs, a stark reminder of the primal urges that still simmered beneath the surface of this strange new reality.

A movement beside me drew my attention. My wife, Seraphina, her blonde hair a tangled mess beneath the pillow, regarded me with a smile that held a hint of mischief. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with laughter, were softened by the early morning light.

“It’s so lovely waking up next to my husband now that we’re both working from home,” she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper. She snuggled closer, her generous breasts pressing against my arm, a comforting weight against my side. A long, languid leg slid across mine, seeking out the warmth of my skin. Her hand, hesitant at first, crept slowly towards my groin, brushing my thick pubic hair with a teasing touch. It moved with an insistent rhythm, a prelude to the pleasure she knew would soon follow.

“Mmmmmm! It’s so stiff,” she sighed, her breath warm against my ear. “It’s like that, is it?”

My own hand began to explore, mirroring her movements. I ran my fingertips over her hair, across her bare shoulders, down her back, lingering over the curve of her round, ample buttocks. Her skin was smooth and velvety, a stark contrast to the roughness of my own. I traced the valley between her buttocks, the sensitive area she adored, the place where my touch always brought her the greatest delight. A hand reached under her from behind, her vagina lips and her bush of cunt hair were wet with her juice. She quivered and gave a little gasp as I ran my fingertips lightly along her juice-sodden labia.

“I’m hot too,” she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation. “I was playing before you woke.” She pressed her body against mine, a desperate, clinging embrace. “Want you!” she breathed, her words a fervent declaration of desire.

The sheets fell away, revealing our naked bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and longing. We moved with a frantic energy, driven by the raw need that had built within us during the night. We were teenagers again, fueled by hormones and the intoxicating thrill of forbidden pleasure. I kissed her down her naked front, from her nipples to her belly button, savoring the warmth of her skin and the intoxicating scent of her body. Her breasts swung wildly as she leaned into me, a visual reminder of her ample curves.

She took the head of my penis into her mouth, sucking deeply, her tongue tracing the sensitive ridges of my shaft. It was an act of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a connection that transcended words. As she took me to the brink of an explosive release, my hand explored her legs, her bottom, and her deliciously moist pussy. She whimpered with excitement, her body tensing with each passing moment.

She rolled off me onto her back, her legs wide apart, revealing the delicate curve of her labia. Her hand slid between her legs, her fingers slipping through her bush and into her slit. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a desperate plea, and pulled my hand to her cunt.

“Pleasure me!” she commanded, her voice a husky whisper.

I knew exactly what she wanted, and I reveled in the anticipation of fulfilling her deepest desires. The thought of bringing her to the edge of ecstasy filled me with a primal joy. I began to stroke her inner thighs, slowly and rhythmically, building the heat, igniting the desire that burned within her. My hand moved further down, caressing her groin, teasing her sensitive skin. The scent of her arousal, a heady mix of sweat and musk, filled my senses.

As my fingers worked their way up her body, I felt her labia swell with arousal, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm of my touch, a visual representation of her mounting excitement. She cried out, a small, involuntary sound that sent shivers down my spine. I continued my assault, pushing her closer to the brink, savoring her every reaction.

Suddenly, she arched her back, her legs kicking spasmodically, widening her labial slit further. Her body tensed, her head falling back on the pillow as her breath came in ragged, gasping bursts. A primal cry escaped her lips, a mix of animal instinct and desperate longing. It was a sound that both terrified and thrilled me, a testament to the power of her desire. I held my hand cupped over her furry mound, a finger resting in her slit as she writhed and thrashed in her ecstasy.

“Was that good?” I asked, my voice a low rumble in her ear.

“Ohhhh!” she sighed, her eyes fluttering open, her face flushed with pleasure. “It was magnificent.” Her hands reached up to me, grasping my arms with desperate urgency. “Come into me!”

I knelt between her spread legs, bringing my body close to hers. She watched eagerly as I masturbated my cock, teasing her with the anticipation of release. My spare hand continued its exploration, tracing the contours of her body, teasing her with every touch. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as I pushed her closer and closer to the point of no return.

I felt her arousal intensify, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her body trembled with anticipation, a palpable energy that filled the room. As I reached the peak of my own pleasure, she began to writhe in her ecstasy, her legs kicking, her arms flailing, her cries echoing through the room. It was a beautiful, chaotic dance of desire, a testament to the raw power of human connection.

She came! A guttural moan escaped her lips as she burst into a final, explosive orgasm. I held my hand cupped over her furry mound, a finger resting in her slit as she collapsed back onto the bed, panting and exhausted.

“Fill me, darling! Fill me!” she cried, her voice still hoarse from her previous release.

I obliged, thrusting deep into her waiting flesh, savoring the feel of her muscles tensing and relaxing beneath my hand. She arched her back, pulling me closer, her legs wrapping around my waist, trying to pull me even deeper into her embrace.

“Time for a shower together?” she suggested, her voice a breathless whisper.

“Then after that, I guess it’s down to work,” I replied, my thoughts already drifting back to the demands of the day. But for now, in this shared moment of intimacy, there was nothing else that mattered. The world outside, with its deadlines and responsibilities, faded into insignificance.

Just before she opened the bedroom door, she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, let’s go get clean.” As she closed the door behind her, I felt the lingering heat of her body against mine, a comforting reminder of the passion we had shared. Life in lockdown wasn't so bad after all.

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