Wet Pussy Valentine's Night

The rain hammered against the windows of our small, secluded cabin, mirroring the tempest brewing within me. It had been a long, quiet week since Valentine’s Day, filled with the predictable routine of our lives – gardening, cooking, and the occasional shared bottle of wine. But tonight, the tequila had found its way back into our lives, courtesy of a surprise visit from Brenda, a friend from high school. She’d brought a bottle, and with it, a reckless abandon that shattered the carefully constructed walls of our comfortable existence. The night had begun innocently enough, with laughter and shared memories, but soon escalated into a frenzy of laughter, touch, and the unmistakable scent of tequila. And then, she’d uttered those words, those dangerous, liberating words that had ripped through the air like a lightning bolt: “Fuck my wet pussy.”

The request hung in the air, shocking and exhilarating in its audacity. I’d responded, of course, with the same raw desire that had always simmered beneath the surface of our marriage, a desire that she had inadvertently unleashed. The memory of her insistent demands, her almost desperate pleas for me to fulfill her desires, still made my blood quicken. It wasn’t the first time she’d crossed that line, but it was the most blatant, the most unapologetic, and the most intoxicating. It had broken something within me, a dam that I hadn’t realized was holding back so much passion.

Now, hours later, as the storm raged outside, we lay entangled on the couch, the remnants of our shared abandon clinging to us like a second skin. The rain continued its relentless assault, washing away the last vestiges of restraint, as I took her hand, pulling her closer. Her skin was damp, slick with sweat, and her eyes held a mixture of pleasure and guilt.

“You’re still wet,” I murmured, tracing the curve of her hip with my finger. “You really put me through it last night.”

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“More than you know,” I admitted, my voice husky with desire. “You just… you just made me forget everything else. The garden, the chores, the endless to-do list. Just you, and the intoxicating scent of tequila.”

She shifted closer, nuzzling her face into my neck. “It’s good to let loose sometimes, isn’t it?”

“It’s essential,” I replied, pulling her closer still. I kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips, her skin, the lingering traces of the night before. My fingers began to explore the contours of her body, tracing the line of her spine, running over her breasts, and finally descending to her pussy. It was still wet, glistening under the dim light of the cabin, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

“You’re going to fulfill my request tonight, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the storm.

I pulled away slightly, my gaze locking with hers. “Let’s just say I’m feeling rather inspired.”

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she shifted her position, settling against my chest. She began to bob up and down, a slow, rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure washing over me. I responded in kind, my own movements mirroring hers, our bodies intertwining in a dance of lust and desire.

“You’re going to take me all in, aren’t you?” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. “You’re going to show me what you’ve been hiding all these years.”

“Let’s just say I’m eager to share,” I replied, my voice low and suggestive.

As she continued to bob, my hands moved instinctively to her pussy, sliding in beneath her thighs and pressing against her wetness. I could feel her tense, her muscles tightening as she anticipated my touch. The rain continued to fall, creating a backdrop of wildness and abandon for our private pleasure. I continued to work my way around her body, massaging her ass cheeks, running my fingers over her thighs, and then finally descending to her honey hole.

“You’re going to come down on me, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Absolutely,” I replied, taking a deep breath and plunging myself into her depths. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, as her pussy opened wide, welcoming me with a torrent of pleasure. I took a moment to savor the moment, before continuing my assault, pumping my fingers in and out with increasing force.

As I reached an orgasm, she let out a primal scream, her body convulsing with pleasure. I pulled back slightly, offering her a kiss before returning to the fray. She continued to bob, her movements growing more frantic, more desperate. The rain outside intensified, mirroring the passion raging within us.

“What do you want me to do?” she gasped, her voice strained.

“You want me to make you wet, don’t you?” I replied, continuing my rhythmic thrusting. “You want me to show you how good it feels to be completely consumed by desire.”

“Yes!” she cried, her eyes wide with excitement. “Push me, lover! Make me feel everything!”

I obliged, increasing the intensity of my thrusts, pushing myself to the limit. The rain continued to fall, washing away any trace of inhibitions, any remnants of our previous lives. I felt myself losing control, surrendering to the raw, primal energy that surged through my veins. The cabin walls seemed to close in around us, trapping us in a world of pure sensation.

As I neared another climax, she shifted her position, pulling me closer to her face. She began to suck on my cock, her lips brushing against my shaft, sending shivers down my spine. It was an unexpected move, a bold declaration of her dominance. I responded in kind, pushing deeper, further, deeper still. The sensation was overwhelming, euphoric, as my body responded to her touch, my muscles clenching and releasing in perfect synchronization with her movements.

The climax hit me with the force of a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and spent. As I pulled back, she leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re a good lover,” she whispered, her voice filled with adoration.

“And you’re a goddess,” I replied, my voice choked with emotion.

We lay there for a long time, tangled together, lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. The rain continued to fall, a constant reminder of the wildness and abandon that had consumed us. As I looked into her eyes, I knew that our lives would never be the same. The tequila had unleashed something within us, a primal force that could never be contained. And I, for one, was eager to explore the depths of our newfound passion, to push the boundaries of our relationship, to lose ourselves completely in the intoxicating pleasure of our shared desire. The night was far from over.

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