Wet Thongs & Lingering Heat

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Just hours ago, I’d been lost in the intoxicating chaos of Lawrence’s embrace, a world away from the quiet desperation that clung to this house. Now, soaked and trembling, I burst through the front door, seeking refuge in the sanctuary of my own home, the lingering scent of another man’s sweat clinging to my skin like a shameful secret. The thong beneath my buttocks felt like a brand, a constant reminder of the forbidden pleasure I’d just experienced. The thought of Larry, with his muscular physique and possessive gaze, peeling it off to examine my sloppy hole sent a jolt of heat through my core, a primal urge that threatened to overwhelm me. This was unlike anything I’d ever known, a transgression that had left me both terrified and utterly captivated.

Larry wasn’t in the living room or kitchen, so naturally, I assumed he was in our makeshift gym, a space carved out from the end of the hall where we pushed ourselves to the limits of physical endurance. As I crept down the hallway, my senses heightened, I paused in the doorway, my gaze drawn to my striking husband as he lifted weights, his biceps straining, sweat glistening on his tanned skin. His shirtless back was a canvas of rippling sinews, each movement a delicious provocation. The casual power he exuded was both intimidating and undeniably attractive.

Softly, I moved behind him, stopping just inches away, and pressed my lips to his back. He turned, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “You’re home,” he observed, as if the simple fact of my return was a revelation.

“Yeah, I’m finished at Lawrence’s,” I replied with a smirk, letting the implication hang heavy in the air. “Did you…?”

His eyes narrowed, a question mark etched on his face. “Did I what?”

Swiveling, I presented my bottom to him, a deliberate invitation. “Suppose you check for yourself?”

The instant his hands touched my hips, a tremor ran through me, a delicious shiver that spread from my core to the tips of my toes. He was about to fulfill a deep, unspoken desire, a craving for the forbidden pleasure of experiencing another man’s release. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a potent cocktail of lust and fear. But instead of immediately indulging my own urges, Larry smoothed his hands up my sides, cradling my tender breasts in his palms. His breath, warm and fragrant, brushed against my neck as he whispered, “Tell me everything. What was it like?”

“It was amazing,” I murmured, backing up so my body arched into his embrace. Reaching up, I caressed his hair as he nuzzled my neck, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my veins. His hands sensually squeezed and twisted my breasts, teasing me with the promise of even greater delights. “He was incredible.”

“From the beginning,” Larry urged, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the electrifying energy between us, surrendering to the sensation. I couldn’t help but rub against his crotch, feeling the tautness of his silk gym shorts as they strained against his bulging cock. My hands darted to cover his as he worked my breasts, a silent acknowledgment of the raw, animalistic desire that burned within me.

“When I got there, it was raining hard,” I began, my voice a soft, coy murmur. “He helped me get my stuff inside and got soaked. I could see his sexy chest through his wet shirt, and he was boldly undressing me with his eyes because my clothes were sticking to me.” The image of his exposed body, glistening with rain and sweat, ignited a fresh wave of heat. “He let me change in the bathroom and brought me a robe, but I opened the door wearing only a towel.”

“Little tempter,” Larry growled, his voice laced with a possessive edge.

“He said something similar,” I continued, relishing his reaction. “Said I shouldn’t walk around half-naked in a strange man’s house. And he asked if I was married. I said yes. He couldn’t get why you let me go places by myself, because men would be sure to hit on me. He said I would make men hard.” The thought of being desired by so many men, all while under Larry’s watchful gaze, was both thrilling and unsettling.

“He was right,” Larry grunted, his voice thick with arousal. “Then what?”

“He stripped the towel off of me, and I was naked,” I recounted, my voice trembling slightly. “My back was to him, just like mine is to you now. I rubbed his bulging cock with my ass.” The memory sent a shiver down my spine, a potent reminder of the pleasure I’d experienced.

Larry sucked in air as I repeated the action on him, his hands fumbling around and pulling at my skirt and thong. I kicked them both away, a surge of rebellion coursing through my veins. My blouse followed, tumbling to the floor, revealing my taut nipples. They were instantly captured by Larry’s attentive fingers, who began to caress them with a possessive tenderness.

“Then he made me face him as he took off his jeans,” I went on, my voice a husky whisper. “God, he was so handsome, all muscle and sex appeal, just like you. Seeing his bare skin was an invitation to pleasure. His hands sensually squeezed and twisted my breasts, making me moan in delight. I could feel the heat building within me, a delicious anticipation of what was to come.”

“Keep going,” Larry urged, his voice thick with desire.

I obliged, allowing myself to be completely consumed by the moment. As I lost myself in the sensation, Larry took the peak of one breast into his mouth, then swiped it with his warm tongue. I gripped him, pulling him closer, and he responded by thrusting deep into my wet vagina. The feeling was intense, primal, and utterly exhilarating. “Oh my God! I’m still so wet from him! Do you feel it? He wanted you to slide your dick into my cunt while it was full of his cum.”

“God, yes, it’s incredible,” Larry growled, his voice strained with pleasure. “Finish the story, Callie.”

“He carried me to the bed, looking like some kind of Greek god as he stood gazing at me, naked and virile,” I continued, my voice breathless. “Just feeling his hands on me made me gush. He kissed my entire body, and I don’t think he left a single spot untouched. He was literally claiming me, making me all his.” The realization of his possessiveness was both frightening and strangely comforting.

My insides clenched and then released as I surrendered to the moment, my sexual fluids pouring out over Larry’s violently-pumping cock. He came a second later with a growling, “Oh my God! Yes!” while he held himself balls-deep in my hole and added his flood of semen to Lawrence’s. When he withdrew, still breathless and grunting, a string of creamy liquid clung to his softening penis.

“Oh boy, that was… so hot!” Larry exclaimed, sitting down on the closest seat.

“Suppose we try it some time where I’m the other woman? Up for that?” I asked coyly, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

“If it involves making love with you, I’m up for anything,” Larry stated before entwining his tongue with mine again, pulling me closer for another passionate embrace. The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, but inside, in the warmth of our bodies and the shared memory of forbidden pleasure, we had found a sanctuary of our own.

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