Wet Dreams, Weekend Alone

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless percussion against the quiet solitude of our home. It was one of those rare weekends where my wife, Sarah, was away, visiting her sister in California. A perfect opportunity for me, Mark, to indulge in the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. My mind had been consumed by her, by the thought of her soft skin, her intoxicating scent, and most especially, her magnificent pussy. The anticipation had built throughout the day, a slow, delicious burn that had finally reached a fever pitch. I’d spent hours lost in daydreams, picturing the exquisite pleasure of my tongue tracing the sensitive folds of her clitoris, feeling the escalating waves of pleasure as she surrendered to my touch.

As the hours ticked by, my arousal intensified. It wasn’t just a casual longing; it was a primal, insistent need that demanded to be satisfied. My cock began to harden, throbbing with a desperate eagerness, slick with a pre-cum that only fueled the fire within me. I grabbed my phone, a sense of urgency driving me, and snapped a quick photo of my erection, sending it to Sarah with a simple message: “Be ready. I’m about to take you on a wild ride.” The anticipation hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken desires.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as I paced restlessly, unable to shake the image of her, her body vulnerable and receptive. Finally, the sound of keys in the lock signaled her return. Relief washed over me, followed by an even greater surge of excitement. The moment she stepped through the door, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

“I’ve been thinking all day about giving you the ultimate pleasure,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Let’s explore your body, push your limits, and make sure you experience every inch of satisfaction you deserve.” Her eyes widened slightly, a hint of nervousness flickering across her face. She knew what I was capable of, and the thought of submitting to my dominance filled her with both trepidation and a thrilling sense of anticipation.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let’s do it.”

As we moved towards the bed, I took her hand, guiding her gently. The touch ignited a fresh wave of heat, both physical and emotional. Once we were nestled beneath the covers, I began by gently massaging her back, working my way down her spine, teasing her skin with my fingertips. The rhythm was slow and sensual, designed to relax her muscles and prepare her for what was to come. As I worked my way down, I felt her body respond, her breath quickening, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

Then, I moved to her ass, inserting my hand into the folds of her cheeks, pulling them apart with deliberate force. The sensation was exquisite, the friction igniting a burning pleasure that made me tremble. She moaned softly, her voice a breathless plea for more. I could hear the building tension in her pussy, the anticipation growing with every passing second.

Next, I shifted my attention to her thighs, massaging them rhythmically, focusing on the sensitive nerve endings that ran along her inner thighs. The pleasure intensified, spreading through my body like wildfire. As I continued, I felt myself getting harder, my arousal reaching its peak. I knew it was time to escalate things, to push her beyond her comfort zone.

“I want you to be completely relaxed,” I murmured, my voice laced with command. “Let go of all inhibitions, and allow yourself to be consumed by your pleasure.” I continued my massage, deepening my strokes, pushing further into her body until I reached her clitoris.

Now, it was time to unleash my full potential. I began to lick her clitoris with a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring every inch of her sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to drown me. I felt my own body responding in kind, my cock throbbing uncontrollably, my muscles clenched in anticipation.

As I continued to lick, I realized that I knew exactly what she wanted. I started using the techniques I’d read about, employing a combination of rhythmic licking and strategic finger movements to maximize her pleasure. My hand moved up and down her clitoris, teasing and tantalizing her, while my tongue danced across her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She let out a series of gasps, her body convulsing with pleasure. It was clear that she was on the verge of an orgasm, her pussy swelling with anticipation. I increased the intensity of my stimulation, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. The air crackled with electricity, thick with the scent of arousal.

Then, it happened. She let out a primal scream, a release of pent-up tension and desire. Her body arched, her muscles tensing, and a torrent of warm, wet fluid erupted from her pussy. She squirted, a forceful, ecstatic release that sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body.

I watched in amazement as she lost control, her body writhing in delight. Her pussy continued to squirt, showering me with her precious fluids. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of our shared desire. As she squirted, I began to pull back, allowing her to enjoy her moment of release.

When we finally pulled apart, I looked at her, a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness in my eyes. She was breathless, her body trembling with pleasure. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You really know how to give a woman a good time.”

“You deserve every bit of it,” I replied, gently stroking her hair. Then, as if sensing my intentions, she said, "Next time, I'm going to make you squirt all over your face." Her words hung in the air, a challenge, a promise, a prelude to another night of unbridled pleasure. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, we were lost in a world of lust, desire, and ecstasy.

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