Wife's Wet Morning Delight

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of the salon, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my loins. It had been a brutal day, filled with the stifling heat and the forced smiles of clients seeking temporary escape. But now, in the quiet sanctuary of Gina’s office, surrounded by the faint scent of hairspray and the murmur of distant conversations, the world felt muted, distant. The tension coiled tight within me, a desperate need that only she could satisfy.

Gina, a vision in a scarlet silk robe, moved with an effortless grace that always sent a shiver down my spine. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, highlighting the subtle curves of her breasts and the delicate line of her waist. The air crackled with unspoken desire as she turned towards me, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of something more dangerous.

“You look like you could use a distraction,” she purred, her voice a low, husky rumble that resonated deep within my chest. She reached out, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. “Let me take care of that.”

The scent of her perfume, a heady blend of vanilla and musk, filled my senses, amplifying the heat already building within me. I leaned closer, drawn in by her magnetic pull, until our lips met in a tentative, hesitant kiss. It was a promise, a prelude to the storm raging within.

As she broke away, her gaze locked onto mine, a silent invitation hanging in the air. She took my hand, her touch sending shivers down my spine. With a subtle, knowing smile, she guided me towards the plush velvet couch in the corner of the office. The rain continued its relentless assault, but inside, we were lost in our own private world.

She settled onto the couch, her body molding to its contours, while I positioned myself beside her, our legs brushing as we shifted slightly. The casual intimacy was a delicious torture, a tantalizing glimpse of the pleasure to come.

“You know what I want,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Just a little something to get you going.”

Her hand, cool and firm, descended to my crotch, her fingers expertly finding purchase. A sharp, exquisite pleasure shot through me, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me. My muscles tensed involuntarily, and I let out a low groan as the first wave of heat washed over me.

“Don’t hold back,” she urged, her voice laced with anticipation. “Let loose.”

I responded with a desperate, involuntary shudder, pushing her hand deeper, urging her on. The sensation intensified, becoming almost unbearable, and I found myself clinging to her arm for support. The rain continued its relentless rhythm, but it faded into the background, drowned out by the primal urges that now consumed me.

With a swift, decisive movement, she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She stood up, her movements fluid and graceful, and retrieved a small, plush pillow from a nearby shelf. She placed it on her lap, then gently pressed it against my chest, providing a welcome respite from the overwhelming heat.

“Now,” she said, her voice a silken whisper, “let’s talk about what you've been missing.”

She slowly unbuttoned my shirt, her fingers lingering over the buttons before finally pulling it open. The cool air rushed over my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from within. She then proceeded to unfasten my jeans, her movements deliberate and sensual, each action designed to heighten my anticipation.

As my trousers finally fell away, revealing my naked body to her gaze, she let out a small, satisfied sigh. Her eyes traveled over my body, taking in every curve and angle, before settling on my protruding member. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, and she reached out to gently stroke its head.

“You’re a magnificent specimen,” she murmured, her voice filled with reverence. “A true masterpiece.”

She took my cock in her hand, her fingers expertly teasing the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. The anticipation reached a fever pitch, and I felt a desperate need to relieve the pressure building within me.

“Go on,” she whispered, her voice a tantalizing invitation. “Let me show you what you’re capable of.”

With a final, forceful thrust, I unleashed a torrent of pent-up pleasure, the release a violent, ecstatic explosion that left me gasping for air. Gina moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure, as she watched me writhe in agony and ecstasy.

She began to suck on my member, her lips circling it slowly and deliberately, drawing out the last vestiges of pleasure. Her tongue tasted salty and sweet, a perfect blend of sensations that sent shivers down my spine.

As she continued to suck, my muscles contracted involuntarily, and I let out a series of desperate, guttural moans. The heat intensified, becoming almost unbearable, and I felt myself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure.

Suddenly, Gina pulled away, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. She retrieved a bottle of water from the desk and poured a generous amount into her mouth, rinsing her lips before returning to her task.

She resumed her sucking with renewed vigor, her movements even more frenzied and intense. The rain continued its relentless assault, but inside, we were lost in our own private world, consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of the moment.

As my body finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensation, I collapsed onto the couch, exhausted but utterly satisfied. Gina continued to suck on my member, her movements gentle and soothing, until finally, she pulled away, leaving me limp and spent.

She leaned over and kissed my forehead, her lips soft and tender. “You did well, baby,” she whispered, her voice filled with affection. “You truly did.”

As I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic drumming of the rain and the lingering scent of her perfume, I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted, passionate affair. The rain continued its relentless assault, but inside, we had found a temporary refuge from the world, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of our forbidden love.

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