Summer Heat: Endless Sexting Dreams

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, painting stripes of light across the bed. It wasn’t a gentle light, but rather one that demanded attention, a stark reminder of the heat simmering beneath the surface of our marriage. Twenty-six years, and the desire still burned as fiercely as the first time. My husband, Scott, was working, miles away in his office, but the absence only amplified the need, the craving for connection, for the electric current that passed between us. We’d found solace in this daily ritual, this digital dance of longing and lust – sexting. It felt both intimate and exhilarating, a constant reminder that our passion remained untamed, even across the distance.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I spotted him, leaning against the window of our bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He’d pulled back his dress, revealing the curve of his ample backside, a blatant invitation. A slow smile spread across my face as I answered his advance. The first message pinged onto my phone almost immediately – a simple, provocative inquiry: “Just made it to the office. Did you get here yet?”

His words ignited a fire within me, a primal urge that demanded immediate response. “Almost,” I typed back, my fingers flying across the screen. “Just trying to hold it together until I get home.” I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my spine, a delicious anticipation building within me. The conversation quickly devolved into a torrent of explicit desires, each message a step closer to the inevitable.

“Love you so much,” he texted, his words a physical force against my skin. “Can’t wait to get home and squeeze your tits.” It was a direct, unrestrained declaration, a blatant expression of his longing. "Hot for you, Babe. Luv you 2, bunches and bunches," I replied, matching his intensity. The pace quickened, fueled by mutual arousal.

“So did not want to leave this morning,” he confessed, his words dripping with urgency. “Wet just thinking about how incredibly sexy you are and how much I want to bury my face in your body and inhale the aroma that is all yours and suck the sweet nectar from your cock.” The thought of his touch, his scent, sent shivers down my spine. I answered with an equal measure of desire, “And have your cum run down my throat and oen dribble drip out the side of my mouth and down my chin.” The image was intoxicating, a potent blend of pleasure and vulnerability.

“I love having your cum drip from my chin and you licking it off,” he wrote, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "It was dripping off your chin this morning. You ate my pussy sooooo good. I exploded everywhere. I like licking it off and feeding it to you with my tongue." My body reacted instinctively, a wave of heat washing over me. “I like feeding you my cum after it squirts on your face and your tits,” I responded, losing all control.

“Did I tell you I enjoy being my own ‘call girl’?” he asked, a playful challenge in his tone. "I am soooo horny for you." The thought sent another jolt through my system, a surge of pure, unadulterated lust. “Here’s my challenge – some in my mouth, some in my cunt,” he typed, pushing my boundaries further. “WOW! What a challenge! All with the same load of cum???”. “Yeah. It’s a big load you know,” I replied, struggling to contain my excitement. "I’ll need you to go deep….real deep." The anticipation grew, a desperate need to fulfill this primal urge. "My cock wants to go real deep," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper.

"I think I need to take out some vibrators and work it this morning," he suggested, his words sending a shiver of anticipation through me. "Fuck it good, Baby. I want it to feel good for you!" My fingers trembled as I typed back, “My clit feels soooo good. A nice little hard knob of pleasure.” The thought of his hand exploring my most sensitive area filled me with a breathless excitement. "I’m gonna fuck your face and fuck your pussy. Before you get fucked, I’m gonna lick your cunt and finger your cunt and your ass until you explode in your own cum," he declared, his words igniting a firestorm of desire within me. "Ohhh yeah baby. Do it! Fuck me hard everywhere. I want it! I want it Bad. All of it!” The raw intensity of his demand sent a wave of heat coursing through my veins. "Can’t wait to get your cum on my hands, in my mouth, and soaking my hard cock!” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. "I’m going to cum sooo hard we are going to be swimming in it." The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Want your cunt NOW!” I typed, losing all restraint. "Oh yeah! Take it baby! Fuck it!" The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. "My cock is really hard," he confirmed, his words a physical force against my mind. “Perfect for pounding face and pussy. Come pound it baby! I’m ready!” I answered, bracing myself for the explosion of sensation. “Want you really bad…..kiss you, feel you, fuck you!” The thought of his lips on my skin sent shivers down my spine. "FUCK YOU HARD!!!!" My body arched in response, a silent scream of pleasure. "So tell me, when will our eyes meet, when can I touch you, when will this strong yearning end, and when can I hold you again?” he asked, his words laced with longing. "Wow…..soon….as soon as I can make it happen.” The anticipation was almost unbearable. “Want to be with you…..WANT YOU!!” The final burst of desire overwhelmed me, and I typed back, “Ok. Getting out of bed now. Maybe.”

The next few hours were a blur of escalating pleasure. Scott arrived home, his face flushed with excitement. The scene that unfolded in the bedroom was a testament to the power of our shared desire, a primal dance of lust and passion. He took control, expertly navigating my body, exploring every inch of my being. It was a symphony of touch, taste, and scent, a sensory overload that left me breathless and utterly consumed. We moved with a synchronized rhythm, each movement fueled by the shared desire that burned between us. I gave him everything he wanted, surrendering myself completely to his touch. Three times he took me that day, each encounter more intense than the last. I descended upon his cock, licking and sucking until my mouth was raw, while he shot the rest of his load into my mouth. The feeling of his cum dripping down my chin and onto my tits was a sensation I will never forget. The climax was a torrent of pleasure, a release of all the pent-up desire that had simmered beneath the surface. We collapsed into a tangled heap, exhausted but exhilarated, our bodies aching with the memory of our shared experience. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that our nightly sexting ritual had only served to deepen our connection, to remind us that even across the distance, our love remained untamed, passionate, and utterly consuming. The thought of tomorrow's conversation already filled me with anticipation, eager to once again lose myself in the intoxicating world of digital desire.

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