Text Me, Then Come Home (L)

The scent of lilies and something undeniably primal hung in the air as I stepped through the doorway, the scent of June’s perfume clinging to the plush carpet. The setting had been meticulously prepared, as evidenced by the strategically placed silk throw draped over the chaise lounge, and the strategically positioned candles casting flickering shadows across the room. My return from the business trip had been timed perfectly, the kids safely tucked away at school, leaving me with the anticipation of a long-awaited reunion. I’d sent a series of increasingly explicit text messages to June throughout the day, designed to build the tension, and she had responded with equal fervor. Now, she was waiting for me, dressed in a black, strappy lingerie set that clung to her curves like a second skin, the very same number I’d described in detail in my messages. It was a bold choice, designed to both tease and entice, and it worked like a charm. A slow, deliberate smile spread across my face, a mixture of amusement and anticipation. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, taking in the intoxicating blend of her scent and the heat radiating from her body.

“Mmm, you are such a hot little sexpot, aren’t you?” I murmured, my voice a low rumble against her ear.

“It’s your fault for making me feel so hot and desired with all those texts!” she replied, her voice breathless, laced with a playful challenge.

With a subtle shift in my grip, I turned her gently, guiding her towards the bedroom. “Lie down for me on your stomach just like in my message to you,” I instructed, my gaze sweeping over her figure, taking in every curve and contour. She was eager to please, her body already primed for the pleasure that was to come. She settled onto the bed, her hips splaying slightly as she adjusted her position, the black vinyl of her crotch peeking out from beneath the strappy teddy. The material felt smooth and cool against my hand as I reached out to run my fingers along its surface. The anticipation was palpable, a shared understanding of the desires that lay just beneath the surface.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket, pulling up the text thread we’d been cultivating throughout the day. As I read back the explicit details of our previous encounter, my eyes lingered on her image, etching every detail into my memory. I then lay beside her, my body pressing close, my hand gently stroking her skin, tracing the lines of her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. The touch was light at first, a gentle exploration, but soon intensified, becoming more insistent, more demanding. The air crackled with unspoken desires, the unspoken promise of a night filled with intense pleasure.

June relaxed, allowing her arousal to build, her breathing becoming more rapid, her heart pounding against her ribs. As I continued reading our messages, she leaned closer, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. After a few minutes, I closed the phone, turning my attention back to her. A slow, deliberate kiss pressed against the back of her neck, right where she loved to be kissed, sending shivers down her spine. I then moved away, pulling her legs up so she was on her hands and knees, taking one last, lingering gaze of my horny wifey before plunging my face into her warm, receptive arse. The sensation was exquisite, a primal pleasure unlike any other. The skin-on-skin contact was intense, electrifying, a surge of heat that coursed through both our bodies. I held her tight, feeling the power of her arousal in every muscle. I’ve given pleasure to June many times orally, but never before from this position, and it was a truly special treat for both of us.

Her wetness intensified as she writhed with pleasure, the black vinyl of her crotch slick and glistening. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating and overwhelming. My hand reached forward, grasping a handful of her breasts, pulling them gently, teasingly. Occasionally, I squeezed her cheeks, giving them a playful but firm spank, further heightening her arousal and confirming my intentions. June’s moans grew louder, more insistent, as she succumbed to the pleasure, her body shaking with each wave of ecstasy. She came for the first time all over the lower half of my face, her breath ragged and desperate. She was delicious, a vision of pure, unadulterated desire, but her pleasure was just beginning. She quickly wanted to run for second, and I happily obliged, maintaining the position and continuing to pleasure her with abandon.

After a few more minutes, I decided to add another layer of intensity to the experience. I began rocking her arse and pussy into my face with my arms, creating a rhythmic, pulsating sensation that sent shivers through her entire body. “Oh Brad, you’re driving me wild,” she gasped, her voice choked with pleasure, “Keep fucking my pussy with your tongue just like that and don’t stop! Ooohhhhhh.” Her words were a testament to her arousal, a plea for more, a desperate desire for my touch.

I kept up the pace, ignoring her pleas, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure. As I continued to lap at her slit, her body arched further, seeking more intimacy. Her moans grew louder, more intense, as she approached the brink of another orgasm. It was a beautiful sight, a testament to the power of our connection, the undeniable pull between us. Then, just as she was about to reach the peak of her pleasure, I shifted my focus, pulling her ass more firmly into me, intensifying the sensation. A collective moan escaped her lips as she came for the first time all over the lower half of my face. She lay her head down, lightheaded, still in the position, her body trembling with pleasure. I pulled slightly back, relishing the view of her wet pussy and tight butthole alongside the vinyl lingerie pulled to one side, providing me with the access I needed to pleasure her. I licked her pussy again, savoring the taste, before moving up, licking her asshole with unusual enthusiasm. This was a novel sensation for both of us, a shared exploration of pleasure that transcended the boundaries of conventional intimacy. It was a brief, intense moment of connection, a testament to the depth of our desire.

In her rag doll state, I asked June to stand by the bed, raise one knee onto it, and bend over. She knew exactly what was coming next: a good, hard fucking from her stud, especially after being so thoroughly aroused. The anticipation hung thick in the air, palpable and electric.

I slid my pleasure stick effortlessly into June’s waiting pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect fit, a seamless connection. I was gentle at first, just relishing the feeling of being inside her, drinking in the view, anticipating the privilege of having my way with my bride, my lover, my sex addiction. “Ok my decadent minx,” I murmured, my voice low and husky, “I know you’ve missed my cock, but your wait is over.”

“I know, it feels so good having my Man inside me, I’m such a lucky girl having you home…” she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I was naughty just for you babe, jilling off fantasizing about your cock inside me. Make sure you fuck me like a naughty girl.”

Her words were an invitation, a challenge, a confirmation of her desires. I answered her call with merciless abandon, unleashing my warm, sticky cum inside her exhausted pussy. I stayed inside June as I collapsed on top of her in a sex-induced daze, just as I’d anticipated in the texts to her the day before, with my lust transformed into deeper commitment to us and overwhelming thankfulness for such a delicious and desirable woman to call my wife. The world faded away, leaving only the intense pleasure of the moment, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, and the profound satisfaction of fulfilling her deepest desires.

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