Sweet Revenge After Dinner

The scent of rosemary and garlic still hung in the air, a lingering reminder of the delicious dinner we’d just shared. As I finished wiping down the countertops, my wife, Seraphina, materialized behind me, her presence a warm, insistent pressure against my chest. Her breasts, heavy and full, pressed into my back, a silent invitation, a promise of the pleasure to come. “Honey, I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. “My pussy’s aching to be unleashed.” My own arousal intensified, a primal urge bubbling beneath my skin. I nearly dropped a plate, the urgency to fulfill her desire overriding my usual careful movements. I cleaned up in record time, a frantic energy driving me as I made my way upstairs, gathering the clothes she’d worn throughout the evening. First, her delicate silk blouse, then her sheer, denim shorts, followed by her lacy bra and, finally, her tiny, white cotton panties, their scent intoxicating, a prelude to the delights ahead.

The bedroom was a sanctuary of plush velvet and soft lighting, a perfect setting for the passion that awaited us. Seraphina lay naked on the king-sized bed, her legs spread wide, revealing the glistening, swollen flesh of her pussy, already dripping with moisture. It was a sight that made my breath catch in my throat, a tangible embodiment of her invitation. I stripped off my own clothes with a speed born of desperation, nearly tripping over myself in my haste to reach her. My cock, hard and throbbing, felt like a burning brand against my thigh. “Let’s start with the oral,” she instructed, her voice low and suggestive. “I want you to eat my flower, and then we’ll move on to something a little more… intense.”

I obeyed without hesitation, diving into the depths of her pleasure. My tongue, eager and insistent, traced the curve of her lips, then descended into her sweet, yielding pussy. The initial sensation was exquisite, a rush of pleasure that built with each passing moment. I licked, sucked, and tasted her juices, savoring every drop, my body responding with involuntary moans. It wasn’t just about physical pleasure; it was about connecting with her, losing myself in the intoxicating rhythm of her desires. “Eat my needy pussy,” she urged, her voice thick with longing, “make me cum all over your face.” Her words fueled my own lust, pushing me further into the depths of her pleasure.

As I continued my assault, she shifted her legs back onto her chest, granting me full access to her clit. Dipping my tongue deep into her pussy, my nose pressed firmly against her clitoris, I watched her moan in delight. “Don’t stop,” she commanded, her voice laced with a desperate need, “keep loving me with your tongue – I’m going to cum.” Her pussy tightened around my snake of a tongue, then exploded in a torrent of juice, a wave of sensation that left me gasping for air. Just as I began to lose control, she grabbed my head from between her legs, pulling me in for a passionate, almost violent kiss. Her tongue, frantic and demanding, licked her own juices off my face, sending shivers down my spine. This wasn’t just pleasure; it was a primal connection, a merging of our souls through the shared experience of intense, unbridled desire.

“Now it’s time for a ride,” she declared, her voice husky with anticipation. As I lay on my back, my cock rigid and straight, ready for her assault, I watched her from behind, a silent participant in her dominance. She eased my stiff cock into her wet, swollen pussy, her touch both gentle and insistent. Slowly, she began to make love to me, her movements deliberate and controlled. I watched, mesmerized, as she gripped her own beautiful, ample breasts and squeezed her nipples, savoring every inch of my body. As her arousal increased, she began to bounce on my cock, her movements becoming more frenzied. My hands instinctively moved over her smooth, supple ass, squeezing her cheeks and whispering words of encouragement. "Don't stop," she urged, "I want you to feel me getting harder." I was nearing the edge, my muscles tensing, my breath quickening. She dropped her hand to her needy clit, rubbing herself with increasing intensity as she bounced on my cock. The pace quickened, building to a fever pitch. I felt her next orgasm approaching, a building pressure that threatened to overwhelm me.

As she reached her climax, she dropped her hand and grabbed my head, pulling me closer for another passionate kiss. Her tongue was a blur, licking her own juices off my face, moaning with every lick and taste. The force of her orgasm reverberated through my entire body, sending waves of pleasure through me. She proclaimed, "You're cumming, keep going, don't stop," her voice raw with release. I pounded in and out of her juicy hole, my cock swelling to its limit, feeling every inch of her pleasure as I responded to her command. Finally, with a last, desperate thrust, I unleashed a torrent of cum, exploding from her pussy in a shower of glistening liquid. Her screams of satisfaction filled the room, mingling with my own guttural cries of pleasure.

We lay motionless for a few minutes, catching our breath, both exhausted and exhilarated by the intensity of our encounter. Finally, Seraphina released my soft, cum-covered cock from her wet, dripping pussy. “Now for dessert,” she announced, her voice playful, “you can eat my cream-pie while I suck on your creamy eclair.” She moved her cute ass back towards my face and placed her dripping pussy on my mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, a deluge of flavor and sensation that sent me into a state of pure bliss. I eagerly submitted to her dominance, allowing her to suck my full cock clean, savoring every inch of her touch.

Once we were both thoroughly cleansed, we collapsed together in a tangled heap, falling fast asleep in each other’s arms, our bodies intertwined in a perfect union of pleasure and exhaustion. The lingering scent of rosemary and garlic, now mingled with the sweet aroma of our shared fluids, served as a reminder of the night we had just experienced – a night of pure, unadulterated lust and desire, leaving us both utterly spent and completely satisfied.

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