Texas Heat, Wet Surrender

The Texas heat hung heavy in the air, clinging to everything like a damp cloth. It was a typical weeknight, and my husband, Daniel, had spent the entire day wrestling with stubborn machinery in the sweltering sun, leaving him utterly depleted. As I got ready for bed, the familiar ache of anticipation throbbed in my core, a constant reminder of the nightly ritual we shared. Usually, I’d find my spot at the edge of the mattress, a waterproof pad supporting my weight, my legs spread wide, waiting for Daniel’s arrival, ready for his ministrations. Tonight, though, I sensed his exhaustion, a palpable weariness radiating from him as he emerged from the bathroom, a silent plea in his eyes.

“Don’t you want to do anything?” he asked, his voice raspy with fatigue. The question hung in the air, a gentle challenge to my usual routine.

“I know you’re tired, and I don’t have to have it tonight,” I replied, my voice soft, a subtle hint of reluctance woven into my words. “I’m a bit tired too.”

His disappointment was evident, a shadow passing over his face. “I am tired, but I still need to taste your pussy. I love it!” The raw desire in his voice was undeniable, a primal urge that even fatigue couldn’t quench. It was hard to deny him, especially considering his devotion to me. A compromise felt necessary, a delicate balance between our needs.

So, I relented, a small smile playing on my lips as I placed a soft pillow on the floor, creating a makeshift knee rest for him. As he approached, I felt the familiar surge of heat building within me, the anticipation a tangible force. He began his assault, his skilled hands finding their rhythm, and as he penetrated, a moan escaped my lips, a prelude to the pleasure that was to come. It took a little longer than usual to fully ignite, but then he hit the spot, and the dam broke. I writhed in pleasure, moaning with each thrust, my body responding with an uncontrollable fervor. The release was explosive, a torrent of fluid erupting from my depths, showering his face in a warm, ecstatic rain.

“Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhh. Yes, babe, that’s it,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. He continued his magic, expertly navigating the sensitive landscapes of my body, and I came two more times, each climax more intense than the last, the final one sending a particularly large volume of pleasure surging through me, splashing across his face in a shimmering cascade.

By now, he was hard as a rock, a testament to the potent pleasure he’d delivered. He rose to his feet, expertly applying a generous amount of lubricant, and then, without hesitation, he climbed onto me, his weight pressing into my body. “Ohhh, baby, your cock feels amazing,” I murmured, my voice laced with desire. As he began teasing my nipples, my moans escalated into cries of anticipation, “I’m gonna cum! Ohhhhh fuck, oh fuck.” A small spurt of pleasure escaped my lips, a warning shot before the main event.

He kept those long, deliberate strokes, deep penetration that sent shivers down my spine, then pulling out for a quick head thrust, rubbing his hard tip against my sensitive flesh before plunging back in for another round. Soon, I was moaning uncontrollably, lost in the throes of pleasure. "Oh fuck, baby. Ohh, mmmmmm!" The words tumbled out of me in a breathless rush as I came again, a powerful wave of sensation washing over me. We kissed deeply, our bodies entwined as he continued his relentless assault, thrusting in and out of my happy pussy. It didn't take long before I felt the urge to come one more time, an insistent pressure building within me. I could sense his approach, the heat intensifying, and I held back, savoring the anticipation. When he increased the pace, pushing with all his might, we both unleashed our desires simultaneously, exploding in a synchronized frenzy of pleasure.

He groaned with pleasure, a primal yell escaping his lips, “Fuck!” As he reached the apex, I squirted a massive amount of fluid over his balls, a shower of liquid ecstasy. Oh! The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and he continued to thrust, driving me further and further towards the brink of oblivion. Finally, his cock softened, and I came one last time before he pulled out, the release leaving me breathless and weak.

To my utter surprise, my husband, Daniel, went down on me again! This always got me hot, seeing him devour my flesh with his mouth. It didn’t take long before I came almost immediately, but he didn’t stop. He was wild and attacking my pussy with his mouth, softly sucking and biting my clit, then thrusting his tongue deep. I wrapped my legs around his head, shaking with the intensity of the experience, as a huge orgasm overtook me. “Ohhhhh, holy shit! Fuuuuuuck!” The raw, unadulterated pleasure was almost too much to bear.

Before I could recover, he stood up, rock hard once more, and slid that magnificent cock back into me. He pounded me harder this time, each thrust a potent reminder of his dominance. “Oh my, baby. Ohhh yes, yes yes, yes!” I cried out, lost in the depths of pleasure, as he filled my pussy with a second load. The heat intensified, the pleasure becoming more intense with each passing moment.

He was still not done! I’ve never seen him this hungry and wild, a true animal in his lustful pursuit. He went down on me again, this time with a ferocity that took my breath away. "Oh. my God, what has gotten into you?" I had to ask, struggling to maintain my composure.

My husband licked me and fingered me, then made a slightly different move with two fingers, and I was in orbit! He finger-fucked and tongue-fucked me until I was shaking all over, completely consumed by the pleasure. I came several more times, each climax more intense than the last, the final one leaving me utterly spent. I collapsed back against the mattress, exhausted and yet incredibly satisfied. Finally, I told him I couldn’t continue.

He said, “Wow, that’s a first: you wearing out before me!”

I’m one very, very lucky woman. As my friend HornyGG always says, “Happy pussy, happy wife.” As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just one more night in our passionate, exhilarating world. The heat lingered, a sweet reminder of the pleasure we shared, and I couldn't wait for the next time we unleashed our desires upon one another. The thought alone sent a shiver of anticipation through my body, a promise of more pleasure to come.

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