Velvet Touch, Deep Desire

The silk sheets felt cool against my skin as my wife lay naked on our bed, a breathtaking vision of sculpted curves and luminous skin. She was the epitome of beauty, a goddess in the flesh, and the sight of her stirred a primal fire within me. Without hesitation, I shed my clothes, the cool air raising goosebumps on my arms, and climbed onto the bed, gently pulling her close. A playful peck on her lips answered my advance, her hand instinctively reaching to take hold of my penis. As she began to stroke my swollen member, my fingers instinctively explored the delicate contours of her body, pausing to caress her breasts before stopping between her legs. The anticipation was almost unbearable, each touch sending shivers down my spine.

I ran my finger over her clitoris, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her as she already succumbed to the heat. She was exquisitely aroused and wet, and without a word, I slid my finger into her waiting womanhood. A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as she involuntarily clenched my shaft. It was an invitation, a silent plea for more, and I responded by beginning to move my finger in a rhythmic “come here” motion, stimulating her G-spot. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she squirmed with pleasure, stroking my manhood with increasing fervor. The air thickened with heat and desire, the scent of arousal hanging heavy in the room. My finger’s ministrations were working her into a frenzy, pushing her closer to the brink.

With a desperate moan, she began moving her hips to hump my finger, a primal rhythm that mirrored my own escalating pleasure. Unable to concentrate on anything but her rising sensations, she released her grasp on my member and closed her eyes, lost in the depths of her own pleasure. Within moments, she went rigid as an orgasm swept over her, her first of the night, a powerful wave of release that left her breathless and trembling. I watched her, mesmerized, as she recovered from her initial climax, her body still pulsing with the memory of the pleasure. A gentle smile played on my lips, and I removed my now-drenched finger, leaning over for a kiss. She returned the kiss with equal passion, giving me a mock glare before rotating onto her side and pulling me closer.

“Come here,” she demanded, her voice husky with desire, a playful tug on my hips urging me to join her. I rolled onto my side to face her, then placed my penis at her opening, feeling the familiar warmth of her skin against my sensitive flesh. I rubbed the tip around at her lips, teasing her and wetting the tip with her juices. This brought a brief protestation from my bride, a whispered request for me to stop teasing and just get in there, which I promptly obliged. The moment my cock entered her, a gasp escaped her lips, gripping my shoulder tightly as she began to writhe with pleasure. We began, our hips moving in rhythm, building the pace slowly but surely until we were pounding each other with abandon. It took little time to bring her to another orgasm, the force of our passion shaking the entire bed.

As her second climax subsided, I kissed her passionately, my lips tracing the curve of her cheekbone. She let out a whimper from her lips, and she began to thrust her hips at me again, a determined rhythm that mirrored her own rising excitement. One of the things she liked best about this position, lying on our sides, facing each other, was that she could take the lead and thrust almost as much as if she were on top. I pushed my hips forward as she rode my member faster and faster, feeling the heat building within me. With a moan, she climaxed again, her body convulsing with pleasure, and I felt my own orgasm surge through me, a primal release that left me breathless.

Breathing heavily, I rolled her over onto her back, spreading her legs and maintaining penetration. We kissed and thrust slowly and gently, savoring the moment, until I felt the familiar pull of my own imminent climax. I slowed even more to prolong our enjoyment, feeling her pleasure rising again and the approach of my own release. Breaking our kiss, she gave me a dirty smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Maybe you and Bob should work together,” she said mischievously, referring to her realistically shaped vibrator, Battery Operated Boyfriend: Bob. The thought thrilled me, and I knew exactly what she meant. It was a bold suggestion, a step into a world of shared pleasure and exploration. However, knowing that she was close to another orgasm, I teased her with some brief intense thrusting, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy. I toyed with the idea of just staying in her and cumming, which would not take long at this point, but she came again quickly, and I slipped out, allowing her to continue her pursuit of pleasure.

“I suppose,” I said, reaching into the headboard drawer for our lube and her toy. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the scent of latex filling the air as I prepared for the next stage of our encounter. She spread her legs wide, welcoming my touch with a playful smile that quickly dissolved into a gasp of pleasure as I lubed up her asshole. Slowly, I inserted Bob into her hungry vagina, feeling the smooth plastic against her sensitive flesh. Then, I positioned my tip at her asshole, pressing forward gently until I was all the way in. My pubic bone held the dildo in place against the contractions of her vaginal walls. My wife gasped, then moaned, her body arching with delight as she reveled in the sensation of double penetration. I began to gently thrust in and out, the motion of my hips also pressing on the dildo, creating an even more intense experience for both of us. Oh, how tight she was! I gripped her legs and slowly sped up my thrusting, drawing forth deep moans of ecstasy from my wife. In and out I thrust, again and again until I climaxed, filling her ass with my cum. This pushed my bride over the edge once more, and she arched her back and writhed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave.

I slipped out and crashed onto the bed next to her, breathing heavily, feeling the lingering heat of our shared pleasure. The dildo popped out of her pussy, pushed out by her vaginal contractions, and she leaned over, kissing me passionately. “We need a shower,” she said, her voice a soft murmur, a clear indication that our shared pleasure was far from over. The thought of stripping down and succumbing to her touch again filled me with anticipation, eager to continue the journey into the depths of our mutual desire.

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