Weight of Desire, Heavy Touch

The scent of lavender and old leather hung in the air, a familiar comfort in our master bedroom. I stirred beneath the weight of my wife, Sarah, who had fallen into a deep sleep, her head resting heavily on my belly. It wasn't the gentle curve of her chest I craved, but the solid reassurance of her presence, a tangible connection to the last twenty-five years of our lives. As I shifted, she instinctively slid down, her weight now pressing against my stomach, a delicious pressure that sent a shiver through me. It wasn't the gentle support I was used to; her hand, lingering over my cock, had held me tight, cupping my balls with a possessive grip. The sensation was immediate, primal, a hot, insistent awareness of the hard, throbbing muscle beneath my skin. I moved slightly, a reflexive reaction to the stimulation, and she released her hold, letting my cock fall towards my stomach, her cheek halting its descent just inches away.

The heat radiating from her face was intense, and as her breath brushed against my skin, a wave of arousal washed over me. She shuddered, a subtle tremor that vibrated through my entire body, a clear sign of her pleasure. Flexing my cock, I watched as it bounced against her cheek, a silent invitation. She jerked, a gasp escaping her lips as her wet, soft lips grazed my cockhead. Slowly, she pulled away, turning her head to meet my gaze. Closing my eyes, I feigned sleep, letting her watch, letting her take in the raw, undeniable desire radiating from me. She lowered her head again, sliding down my belly until I felt the delicate press of her lips against my cockhead, a slow, deliberate act of intimacy. The pulsing, bobbing sensation was exquisite, a potent reminder of the pleasure she held captive within her.

Fighting the overwhelming urge to take control, to force her hand, I remained still, savoring each moment. The memory of our previous encounters flashed through my mind – two times this night already, leaving me feeling strangely vulnerable, yet intensely satisfied. I lay there, lost in the pleasure of her presence, realizing that in a way, she was a virgin in certain aspects of our relationship. She was an oral virgin, having never experienced the intense pleasure of a mouth-to-cock encounter, and an anal virgin just hours ago. A small smile played on my lips as I observed her, a quiet amusement at her secret inhibitions. Watching her dip her fingers into her soaked pussy, a soft gasp escaping her lips, she was clearly relishing the sensation, a mixture of vulnerability and excitement in her eyes. The candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the glistening droplets of cum clinging to her fingertips as she raised them, catching the light and reflecting it back at me.

I flexed again, a deliberate act of provocation, and watched as the cum dripped from her fingers onto my cock, each drop a tiny explosion of sensation. Her fingers returned, tracing the underside of my cock head, pressing against the sensitive spot, causing a sharp, intense pleasure to shoot through me. She removed her fingers, the pulse intensifying, and I felt her lips part slightly, her hot, wet tongue tentatively exploring the head of my cock. The urge to dominate, to take control, surged through me, but I fought it back, choosing instead to submit to her touch, to let her pleasure be my own.

Her fingers continued their slow, circling dance, working their way down my shaft, igniting a burning desire for release. A powerful spasm erupted, and I involuntarily released a torrent of cum, a release of pent-up tension and lust. I clenched my jaw, desperately trying to stifle a moan, my muscles tensed as I fought the overwhelming urge to lose control. She pulled away, her face a mask of embarrassment, a deer caught in the headlights. She had come so far tonight, pushing the boundaries of our relationship, yet still clinging to the remnants of her strict upbringing. The memory of sucking the cum from my head a couple of hours earlier lingered, a potent reminder of her sensual exploration. Yet, this moment, this intense, overwhelming pleasure, was too much to resist.

Her fingers returned, sliding along the underside of my cock, teasing the sensitive skin around my balls. Another wave of pleasure, more intense than the last, threatened to overwhelm me. I squeezed my legs together, biting my lip to suppress the moan that rose in my throat. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch, and then, finally, I lost control, releasing a powerful, involuntary climax. My cock throbbed against her lips, a silent testament to her dominance, and as I ran my fingers through her long, flowing hair, a primal thought formed in my mind: "Mmm, Baby, what have you done with my wife?"

Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with surprise, a flicker of recognition in their depths. She looked at me as she had on our wedding night, a mixture of awe and desire swirling in her gaze. I pulled her by her hair, leading her towards me, eager to reconnect with her after the intense experience. "It's okay, baby," I whispered, my voice hoarse with pleasure. "Oh, how I've longed for a night like tonight! Oh, how I love you!"

Softly, I pulled her cum-covered lips to mine, tasting her sweet, salty nectar, sharing the pleasure of my own release. She moaned, a sensual, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. I pulled my tongue out, licking her lips and then her face, savoring the taste of her cum, sharing it with her again. She pushed against me, her body rigid with anticipation, and then, with a swift, decisive movement, she tossed a leg over me, straddling my semi-hard cock. Her pussy, hot and wet, pressed against my shaft, a tantalizing invitation. Grinding hard and fast on me, she reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling it back into her pussy, causing us both to moan and gasp. "Mmm," I whispered, lost in the pleasure of her touch.

"I’m going to fuck your big cock till you fill my pussy with your cum again," she declared, her voice raw with desire, devoid of any hint of shyness. She sat straight up, bouncing wildly on my cock, her large breasts bouncing hard, a mesmerizing display of power and dominance. She grabbed her nipples, pinching and yanking them hard like I had done to her, lifting my hips up to meet each thrust of her pleasure. "Ooooh baby, get ready, I’m going to fill your pussy!"

She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes, and pulled her nipples to her mouth, sucking and biting them rhythmically, going back and forth, building anticipation. Then, she screamed, a primal release of tension, as her pussy spasmed and exploded with cum, sending me over the edge. My cock released another torrent of cum into her mouth, a final, desperate plea for release. She collapsed onto me, sobbing, her body wracked with pleasure and exhaustion. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, feeling the dampness of her sweat against my skin. "Sorry to have denied us for all our marriage, baby," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "However, you are taking a sick day today. We got some making up to do!"

We kissed passionately, her lips wet and demanding against mine, her body convulsing with pleasure. As she began grinding on my semi-hard cock once more, I realized that this night had broken something within her, releasing a torrent of pent-up desires that she had long suppressed. It was a night of unbridled lust, a testament to the power of our connection, and a reminder that even after twenty-five years, the thrill of the chase could still ignite the flames of passion within us both.

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