It was one of those sessions that can hold you over for at least a few days after. It amazes me how efficient we can make the bootknocking sometimes, and how time doesn’t matter and even seems to stand still while we perform our love dance. This particular session in total was only about thirty minutes, but for me, time stood still. I’d like to tell you some fantastical story full of spontaneity, romance, and exclusivity, but all I have is everything; the love that we share in our everyday life that is more than possible and closer to a reality for all of us, love.
This session was less spontaneous than calculated because we both knew that her visitor was due at any moment, and we both really needed to get one in before she reared her ugly head. I wasn’t initially privy to my wife’s plans, but once she suggested that I quickly go wash my butt as she turned off the television before announcing that she was going to tuck in the kids, I was able to do the math. She stated that we should also “relax” a little too, which I know is code for teats and dong or getting high with a little help from your friends, so that eliminated any questions I might have had. I obeyed like a good boy and quickly showered, knowing that she had just showered before coming out, and turned off the television, which put us both in the squeaky-clean category, which signifies that all the food is prepped, cleaned, and on the menu. I love it when we are both fresh and clean to get down and durty. After my shower, I quickly made a lap around the house to kiss the kids goodnight and secure our domicile before locking ourselves in our love locker where we performed our love dance.
What is this dance you ask? Well, it is more than cerebral for us because of the love effect, and I imagine a hell of a lot more beautiful through our love colored glasses, but certainly porn production worthy in our minds nonetheless. It was one of those sessions that left us feeling like a couple of pornstars and panting a bunch of winded expletives after. It truly is the everyday or every other day or whenever the mood strikes or whenever we can steal the moment type of lovemaking. We both knew there was no reason for formalities, and after a couple of tokes, we assumed the attire and positions that expedite the chilling process and slid into bed, where we both had our initial bedgasms; you know that feeling you get when you climb in between clean, crisp sheets and melt into the bed. We both live in that moment for an indiscriminate amount of time because time doesn’t really seem to exist, and only when we touch each other do we remember why we were in bed so early. All our senses lit up as we found each other’s sweet spot and started to imagine how much better we could feel than that initial bedgasm. So, with time being of no concern, we appreciate the foreplay of petting while opening up all our senses and forgetting time altogether. I’m a little more baked than she and slower to action, but easily motivated when she throws back the covers for more of an eye-to-eye with my blind guy. We had already been stroking and petting each other under those covers, and just as I was finding her silky wet, she had my cock like a rock and was going down to investigate further. When her warm, wet mouth closed around the head of my cock, I had to see what was knocking on heaven’s door, and gathered her mane and lifted it so I could witness the ecstasy with my own eyes. It felt so fucking good so fast that I wanted to push her head down deeper, and I was as desperate to choke her with my cock as I was to taste her silky sweetness. I chose the latter and repositioned myself under her in sixty-nine.
With her pretty pussy poised to distract, I first just inhaled her delicious bouquet and admired her glossy folds until I couldn’t control my longings any longer and kissed her already plump lips and dipped my nose into her honey pot. It is all fucking over once I taste her and plenty the distraction I need to maintain from cumming down her throat. I’m in my own tight little wet world when I’m dining on her, and she is the only guilt free meal that tastes great and is less filling but only in the calories way because the other ways that eating her fills me are made evident as my cock grows further towards the back of her throat and in her grip and by the waterworks show she puts on that is reminiscent of those in Vegas. Her sweet juices cascade into my mouth and only promise of more to cum and yes, pun intended. It is like how the waters recede just before a tsunami in warning, and I take great care in keeping those waters at bay just so that I can continue to play. I try to keep the flow of her stream coming as I drink her and start to stretch and probe tight holes until we are both ready for something more substantial. When she no longer could focus on her task in hand and only cried into my cock as it rested in her mouth while the rest of her danced on my face, I felt her entire body tremble. I rolled her off me into a fetal position before positioning myself behind her and slowly sliding my cock into her flexing glove.
She squeals again as I break into her, and I take my sweet time lubing my cock in her spoils. I penetrate her deepest parts before withdrawing and testing her reflexes by painting up and down her from front to aft until she no longer jumps when the head of my cock touches her engorged clit and her holes flex as if begging for more as I run over them. I press my cock against her back door and revel in the thought of pushing into her forbidden place, and she dances by rolling her hips as if to invite me in, but just the thought is sufficient because I love filling her perfect pussy, and I plunge into her once again. She cries out once more, and partially it would seem in deprivation as she slides her finger into her own forbidden place while I strum her clit and grind deep in her pit. She is super orgasmic and quickly makes a beautiful mess as she soaks me and the sheets in the second wave of tsunami flood waters. Once again, she is vibrating in the favorite part of our love dance, and I withdraw and pull her to the side of the bed and wait for her to come down. I’m having too much fun and can’t wait any longer, and I ever so lightly flutter my tongue at her nether lips and barely touch them as if the laps of my tongue are just flutters of a butterfly’s wings, and it is more than apparent that she feels every last flutter, but they were not torturous as they were beautiful. I watched her whole body closely while the next impending wave built to its crescendo as the flood waters battered at her levees, and her clit seemed ready to take off as the countdown neared zero and the flutters in her tummy increased with her breathing, her nipples hardened, and her exquisite face begged me to put her out of delightful misery. Just as her waters were spilling over, she kicks off of me into the middle of the bed and opens her arms for me to join her. I happily crawl between her feeble legs and into her loving embrace, where I kiss her beautiful, wanton lips while looking deep into the abyss of her loving eyes and push my cock into her just as deep. I can feel it in her whole body that she won’t be able to last much longer, and I put my head into the crook of her neck as I brace for the final wave to hit. I love it when she is so swollen and wet that I can cut through her like a hot knife through butter. With long, rapid strokes, I build a hump in my back as my cock glides seamlessly from the surface of her pool to her deepest depths while our bodies clap as if cheering us on to the finish. “You’re going to make me come hard if you keep that up,” was the flag she growled into my ear that let me know we were on the final lap and as soon as she uttered them I was allowing myself to let go as my engine roared and my piston fired in and out of her as fast as the viscosity of her juices would allow. She might have beaten me across the finish line as she used the back of her heels like boot spurs to the horse, but I’m a gracious loser in this race as I fill her with waves of my own before collapsing onto her as we both enjoy the booties of our love dance in winded expletives and I love yous.
Happy Hump Day!!!
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