A Steaming Pool Of Valentine's Day Lust - Sex Stories

A Steaming Pool Of Valentine's Day Lust

... the power of it, knowing I had crossed a line we could never uncross.

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He spun me, sudden and sure, manhandling me in a way he'd never done. A way that made my pussy tingle with excitement. The world tilted as my shorts slid down my thighs. My palms pressed against the cool surface of our bedroom wall, the familiar texture grounding me when everything else was adrift in this tempest he'd unleashed. I didn't know what to expect, a fucking or a spanking, but certainly not the feeling of his tongue licking my pussy and asshole.

"Do you like that?" The words spilled from my lips, a challenge laced with a dark hunger. "Do you like the taste of my well fucked pussy?"

"When was the last time?" His voice was low, gruff, vibrating through the still air between us.

"About an hour before you got home," I lied. But the confession was real to him, and became a provocative weapon. I braced for his reaction, but instead of anger, his tongue redoubled its efforts, languid strokes at first, growing bolder, hungrier.

I shuddered, gasping as realization dawned - he believed he was lapping up another man's release from within me. It was wrong, it was taboo, but it sent a thrill spiraling through my core, fierce and undeniable.

Finally, unable to contain himself, he stood up and pressed himself against me. His hardness, insistent, demanding. No words were needed, his actions spoke volumes. He took me with a ferocity I hadn't felt in years, each thrust driving deeper, ...

... obliterating every thought except the primal rhythm of our bodies colliding.

Then, with a growl, he pulled back. The heat of his cum splashed across my breasts. So much of it, the sticky, sweet evidence of his passion. I reached for him, drew him to my lips. The tang of his climax hit my tongue for the first time in our marriage, and it was just as imagined in my lie. Even sweeter when I thought about the tight pussy his cock had been entertaining as of late.

"God, it was good," I murmured, savoring the taste, the transgression, that this - us - had been irrevocably changed.

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The warmth of his body against mine, in the afterglow of this perfect moment, he traced gentle circles over my sensitized flesh - it was a tender lullaby that reawakened my desire. My breath hitched as his fingers found that sweet spot, coaxing moans from deep within me. We had never done it more than once, preferring instead to just roll away after. But neither of us wanted this to end.

"Baby," I whispered, nudging into his touch, "I think we should invite your girlfriend over for Valentine's Day."

His fingers stilled, and he lifted his gaze to meet mine, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. "Really? Why?"

I bit my lip, letting the idea hang between us like forbidden fruit. "I want to watch you fuck her, and then… I want to eat you out of her." The words fell from my lips, heavy with promise and laced with the thrill of the unspoken.

Something flared in his eyes - surprise, ...