Valentine's Night Reawakened

The rain hammered against the windows of our modest home, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic energy that filled the space. Valentine’s Day had arrived, and like so many before it, it had been consumed by the demands of our children’s basketball tournament. My wife, Sarah, had managed to stay healthy, a small victory in itself, but the day felt short, a hurried sprint through the usual routines. As dusk settled, a familiar tension began to build, the unspoken longing for connection that often arises when time feels too scarce. I found myself wrestling with the desire to postpone intimacy, envisioning a longer, more languid encounter later, but the pull of her presence, the warmth of her skin near me, was too insistent to ignore. So, with a casual nonchalance that masked my simmering arousal, I offered, “I need a shower. Care to join me?”

Her quick agreement, a flash of anticipation in her eyes, sealed the deal. We navigated the chaos of our household, checking in with our oldest daughter, Emily, to ensure she was finished with her evening routine. She was, thankfully, and we retreated to the bathroom, a familiar sanctuary for stolen moments. Sharing a shower had always been a cherished ritual, something we hadn’t truly indulged in recently, making it a perfect fit for this “haven’t done that in a while” scenario.

The hot water cascaded over us, a welcome wave of warmth that loosened our muscles and heightened our senses. As we stood beneath the spray, her body pressed close, a silent declaration of our shared desire. Lips met lips in a passionate, wet kiss, a primal exchange that ignited the flames within. I grabbed the soap, its scent filling the small space, and began to lather my hands, enjoying the sensation of the suds clinging to my skin. It was a slow, deliberate process, as I moved my hands over her body, seeking out the contours of her curves, her breasts, her abdomen, and finally, her tits. As I pressed my cock against her abdomen, savoring the slickness of her soapy butt cheeks, my fingers found the natural slipperiness of her wet vagina, my arousal escalating with each passing moment. We continued our playful exploration, our kisses lingering, our bodies melting together in a dance of anticipation. Her body was clean, glistening under the showerhead, a testament to our shared pleasure.

My cock, insistent and demanding, pointed upwards, begging for attention. Without hesitation, I handed her the soap, understanding her preference for a hotter shower. She took the bar, her fingers gliding over my hardness as she began to soap up her tits, pressing her cock against her abdomen while enjoying the slickness of her soapy butt cheeks, then pulling away just enough for my rinsed fingers to find the natural slipperiness of her wet vagina. The touch sent shivers down my spine, fueling my desire even further. We continued our soapy ritual, a playful tease that only intensified our mutual lust, until the water ran cold.

As the final drops streamed down, I turned her towards me, positioning her directly under the showerhead. With a deliberate movement, I pressed my hard-on into the crack of her backside, reveling in the feeling of sliding it up and down against her soft skin. My hands began their exploration, pulling her against me, then sliding up her stomach and enveloping her breasts, followed by a pinch of her engorged nipples. The image in my mind was clear: to bend her over, fully exposing her inviting honeypot, but I paused, savoring the moment, before telling her I would see her in the bedroom soon.

She inquired about my desires, her voice a soft murmur in the humid air. “What do you want me to wear?” I asked, knowing the answer she was expecting. She soon appeared in the bedroom, clad in silk panties adorned with red hearts and a short pink satiny robe tied around her waist. The color combination, while appropriate for the day, felt somewhat jarring, so as she approached, I immediately untied the waist sash, revealing her tits to my eager gaze. I began to suck aggressively on her nipple while my hand explored around and then between her wet pussy lips. This playful teasing continued for a brief moment before I pushed her onto the bed, our bodies intertwined, and we lay together, our lips wrestling, our bodies intertwined, my hardness humming against her soft skin.

“What do you want next?” I inquired, the question hanging in the air, a silent invitation.

“I want your tongue on my pussy,” she responded, her voice laced with anticipation.

“Where do you want to be?” I asked, gauging her preference. She usually requested the “69” position, a particularly stimulating experience, which made it one of our “haven’t done that in a while” moments. She positioned her glistening pussy lips in front of my face, an invitation I couldn’t resist.

My arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her close as I dove into the depths of my pleasure. I used my tongue to caress her clit, progressing slowly from its base to her perineum, before pushing it in as deep as I could reach, then returning to light flicks on her clit. Her juices dripped onto my mouth, chin, and nose, a testament to the intensity of our shared arousal. Simultaneously, her hand began to stroke the base of my penis, her lips enveloping my cock head. I slowly thrust my hips up into her mouth as my tongue continued its work, eventually reaching further to lightly lick over her anus. This continued for several minutes, our bodies locked in a rhythm of mutual pleasure. My tongue began to tire, so I pulled back long enough to tell her, “I am going to let you decide when you have had enough.”

“Mmmm, okay,” she replied, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

I expected her to pull off at any moment, but she didn't. Instead, she stopped sucking, raised slightly, and began grinding her pussy down harder onto my tiring mouth and tongue. I grasped her soft butt more tightly and pressed my tongue as deep as it could reach, pressing against her clit with my chin. I continued for a couple of minutes more before she eventually began to climb off my face.

“You must have been enjoying that if you didn’t stop right away, huh?” I asked, a playful challenge in my voice.

“Yes, very much,” came her reply, her breath catching in her throat.

My wife turned around, straddling my body with a possessive grip. Reaching between her legs, she took hold of my cock and guided it to her opening. She pressed down smoothly as I entered, then lowered her body to mine. With her tits pressed against my chest, she began a long, passionate kiss, her lips and tongue massaging over mine as she tasted her juices still wet on my lips and face.

Over the next several minutes, we remained locked in our embrace, gazing into each other's eyes, lost in the shared pleasure of our intimate encounter. We oohed and aahed, savoring each touch, each breath, each moment of connection. As she continued to rock slowly on my spurting manhood, I worked over her nipples, alternating between using my fingers and mouth, while she maneuvered her hips in all the different ways that stimulate her best. Her movements grew in aggressiveness, her breathing becoming more passionate. I thrust faster to match her grinding, and when she said, “That feels soooo good,” I knew she was close to the brink.

“Yes, honey. I want to fill you with my cum. You’re so sexy!” I exclaimed, my voice a low rumble of desire.

“Yes, fill me with it. I want it all,” she responded, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Are you ready? You’re making it feel so good that I can’t hold back.”

“Yes, please give it to me. Fill my hot pussy.”

And I did. I gripped her hips tightly and pressed up into her while she continued to rock slowly on my spurting manhood. Our eyes locked on each other in passion as we shared the intimacy of ultimate pleasure and mutual orgasms.

Finally, we collapsed together, our breathing beginning to slow and our bodies relaxing, and we told each other of our love, how wonderful that felt, and how satisfying each of us found the other. She said how great it was to orgasm together, and I agreed, adding, “Haven’t done that in a while.” The rain continued to fall outside, a soft, soothing soundtrack to our shared contentment, a perfect ending to a night that had been both demanding and intensely rewarding.

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