A wife's journey - Part 2

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The evening had a peculiar scent, a tantalizing blend of anticipation and desire that lingered in the air like a fine perfume, unseen yet potent. After their last encounter tantalised her senses, she had enthusiastically purchased items for tonight and presented them to him for consideration. He needed no further invitation. Taking the lead and rediscovering the depths of his dominant nature, he had meticulously prepared the stage for an evening of sensual exploration with his wife. The soft music played in the background, a selection of songs carefully selected to match the occasion. The plush bed, their sanctuary of passion, beckoned them with its velvety embrace, hinting at the decadent journey that awaited.

They showered together, and he started to explore her body with his hands. He kissed her roughly, his hands grabbing her face and hair to pull her into him. She reached for his hardening cock, but he slapped her hand away. “You get to touch what I tell you to, when I tell you and how I tell you” he said softly, but firmly in an authoritative tone that reminded her of a person in charge of their emotion and others. This stoked her curiosity, and her apprehension, about what was to come, her eyes reflecting a blend of innocence and burgeoning lust as he approached her with the blindfold.

He secured the silky material over her eyes, plunging her into a world of darkness that heightened her other senses. He positioned her onto the bed, face down, exposing her buttocks to the cool air in the room. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, as she felt his warmth against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His hands, reached for the jug on the night stand, which he slowly and deliberately tipped so that intricate, delicate patterns of warm chocolate met her olive skin. The gentle flow of the viscous, light brown sweet chocolate grew more persistent as he used her skin as a canvas.

She could hear him place the jug down and heard the distinct sound of what she thought was him drinking. She could feel his presence next to her before the cool brush of ice met her skin. He started from her ankles, dragging the ice up towards her buttocks, tracing the curves and folds of her skin. She gasped when the frigid touch met her hips, lower back and spine, her body tightening in response to the contrast of the warm chocolate.  

As he worked his way up her body, her hips began to lift off the bed, a silent plea for more. He chuckled darkly, savouring the power he held over her. He knew she craved his touch, his dominance, and he was eager to give it to her. As he continued to tease her with the ice, he also started to lick and suck the wake of warm, sticky, sweetness from her back. As he eagerly licked away, his tongue was a soft yet firm warm brush that danced across her flesh. Her body was a symphony of sensations, her skin alive with the interplay of hot and cold.

As he finished licking the chocolate from her body, he commanded her to roll over onto her back. She eagerly complied. He reached for the jug once more, and again slowly but deliberately drizzled the warm, sticky chocolate on her breasts, making sure to cover her nipples. He drew the jug towards her stomach and hips, making sure to cover the more sensitive areas around her hips.  

He deliberately clinked the ice in the glass to make her think that was next. But it wasn’t. Instead he started to lick the chocolate from her nipples. She jumped as she wasn’t anticipating his soft, firm tongue so soon. He scoffed at her reaction, knowing he had successfully fucked with her mind. “Not what you were thinking?”, “No sir” she responded. He barked gruffly “I’m in charge. I’ll decide what happens and when. Do you understand?”. Sheepishly she spoke “Yes Sir”.  She was a quick learner, he was impressed, but he didn’t tell her.

He continued to lick and suck the chocolate from her skin, tracing his tongue over the sweet, warm trails that stuck to her smooth, soft skin. One hand reached carefully for another ice cube, he made sure no sound was made so that the cool sensation would be a surprise for her. She felt the gelid sting of the ice on her ankle as he drew the ice up her leg, focusing on the inside of her thigh with small circles. She willingly parted her legs slightly, inviting him to probe her further with the ice. Her hips started to wriggle and buck from the sensation.

He stopped licking her body to focus on the movement of the ice. He slid it up and down her other leg slowly, deliberately before circling her hips and stomach. She continued to squirm and writhe her body to cope with the sharp cold of the ice on her skin. She pursed her lips, her breathing increased, and her pulse began racing. He continued to trace the ice over her stomach, before outlining the shape of her breasts, and playfully lingering over and around her nipples. She cooed at the feeling of her nipples hardening and the sensation of the cool ice against the warmer air.

He then started to expertly work the ice back down the middle of her body and slowed as he approached her pubic mound. When he finally reached her wet, swollen pussy, her entire body quivered with need. She whimpered slightly, unsure what would happen, but excited at the prospect of finding out. He teased her folds with the ice, watching her reaction as she squirmed and whimpered beneath him. The sound of his chuckles grew more intense as he watched her struggle against the overwhelming sensations.

Her breath hitched in her throat as the ice on her pussy was replaced by his mouth, his tongue lapping at her clit with a fiery hunger that matched the heat of the chocolate. Her legs opened wider, encouraging him to feast on her passionately. She moaned his name, a desperate mantra that echoed through the room. Her arousal was heightened by the feeling of the thick syrup on her skin, his attention to her breasts and the teasing and tweaking of her nipples. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue before nipping it lightly with his teeth. Her back arched off the bed, bowing to the pleasure that surged through her.

He continued to lick, suck and eat her with passion, savouring the taste of her sweetness mixed with the decadent dessert. He took his time, exploring every inch of her with his mouth and savouring her sweet taste, pushing her closer and closer to the ultimate pleasure. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her moans a sweet symphony that filled the room. She was lost in the sensations, her body no longer her own but a playground for him and him alone.

Her body was a battleground of sensation, her skin still tingling from the ice, her core pulsing  and her clit throbbing. Suddenly, her orgasm hit her. A crescendo of pleasure that seemed to last an eternity, her cries of ecstasy resonating in the air like a symphony of lust. Her body bucked and shuddered wildly and when it finally crashed over her, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting and trembling. He had ***ted the sensations on her body, like a masterpiece of desire.

His cock was rock-hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He couldn't wait any longer to claim her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and positioned himself directly in front of her. She could smell the sweet pre cum leaking from his cock. He drizzled chocolate onto his cock and she eagerly took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate. He groaned, his hands grabbing fists of her hair as he guided her, his hips bucking slightly with each deep suck. The blindfold hid the watering of her eyes, her cheeks hollowing and her throat bulging as she took more and more of his girthy manhood. He watched her with hooded eyes, the power dynamic between them a tangible *** that electrified the air.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust “Keep sucking you little cock slut”. She felt a thrill of excitement at his praise, her pussy clenching around the emptiness. She craved him, needing him to fill her up and complete the dance of dominance and submission they had begun. He pulled away, a bead of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock for a brief moment before snapping. He removed the blindfold, she whimpered, but her protest was silenced as he pushed her back onto the bed. He scooped her legs up over his shoulders and in one motion levered her up and threw her back down in the middle of the bed. Her eyes widened with delight at the thrill of being treated like a fuck doll. His gaze a fiery promise of what was to come.

With a growl, he stood up and stripped off his clothes, his erection bobbing with every movement. Her eyes, now free from the blindfold, took in the sight of him, her heart racing at the raw masculine energy that radiated from his body. He leaned over her, his cock nudging against her swollen clit. She moaned, desperate to feel him release inside her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're my slut. All of you." With those words, he thrust into her, she gasped, his cock filling her up to the hilt.

Her pussy was tight around him, her muscles clenching and then releasing around his thick cock. He began to move with deep and deliberate strokes, his eyes never leaving hers. She met his gaze, a silent challenge that only served to drive him wild and stoke his primal instincts. He picked up the pace, pounding into her with an ***istic fervor that she had never seen in him before. Her nails dug in as she grabbed the sheets to brace herself from his pounding and she tried to match his rhythm, her hips rising to meet every thrust. He pinned her against the bed by lifting her legs up over his shoulders and putting one hand on each shoulder. The room was a cocoon of sound, his primal sounds and her moaning melding into one. His strokes grew more erratic, his breathing harsh and ragged as he neared his peak.

She tightened her walls around him, while he continued to push her harder into the mattress. Her breathing became hasty as she was unable to move from the pressure of his hands and body on her. His rhythm built up to a crescendo as his ass tightened and he pushed into her as deep as he could. He let out an intense, ferocious roar before groaning loudly as his cock pulsed and jerked as he pumped her pussy full of his warm, sticky cum.

His seed mixed with her juices, creating a sticky mess that was a testament to their passion. He collapsed next to her on the bed. Sweat dripping from his body. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through them. She felt a sense of belonging, a connection that went beyond the physical, as his arms tightened around her, holding her close as if he never wanted to let go.

The air grew heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, cum and chocolate, the room a testament to the raw power of desire that had claimed them both. She looked at him, her eyes shining with a newfound understanding of submission. He leaned over and kissed her, his lips gentle and loving, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before. She kissed him back, her tongue tasting herself on his lips, the salt of their combined passion. As they kissed he thought to himself that the more her restricted her, the wetter her desire became. It was a reaction from her that he had noted last time. The thought could not escape his mind that she wanted this. Despite her initial hesitation to entering this exciting world, she could not hide her enjoyment from him. He wondered how to raise this with her.

Before he could say anything she reached for his still hard cock, his arousal extended due to their emerging dynamic. “Honey, next time, just take the lead. Do what you want to me. I trust you to take us where we need to go.” She said before giving him a wink, a loving smile and cheeky squeeze on his cock that squeezed the last cum from him. She placed her finger at the end of his cock, scooped up the drop of cum and eagerly licked it clean.