Naughty Wife

Naughty Wife
“Ohhhh… Ahhhhh, V…” It was Scarlett’s turn to moan as his hungry kisses seemed to punish her with passion. He knew just where she liked his lips to be. His lips, his tongue, his rough hands seemed to tickle her as he tried his best to touch her softly and with so much adoration. 

“Yes, baby, squeeze them, suck them hard,” she pleaded as she felt Voltaire hovering above her ample bosom. She pulled the straps down from her shoulders to free her twin towers and let them bounce freely at Voltaire’s every touch. 

And as she asked for it, Voltaire did not hesitate to grant her pleas. His hands squeezed them to let her tits pop out on top of his hold and suckled on them with passionate intensity, like a baby longing to be fed. 

“Ahhhh fuck!!! Oh, baby, just like that. Mmmm…” Scarlett helped him hold the sides of her breasts to offer them to his pleasure-giving mouth. 

“You like it rough?” Voltaire asked as he playfully bit on her nipples. Making her squirm in euphoric delight. Her body reaction was more than enough confirmation of the answer to his question. He teased her more by adding a little more pressure, tugging at her nipples in between his teeth, just to suckle on them as much as his mouth and lips could cover. 

“Ahhhh, yes, yes!” Scarlett was groaning and moaning as her hands held Voltaire by his hair to keep him in place, doing exactly what she wanted him to do. 

Voltaire complied with her unspoken pleas, but he let one of his hands travel down south in search of a honeypot he knew well was hidden somewhere in there. He can only let his hands find the spot blindly, as her hold won’t even let him peek down to see anything past her bouncy melons. But his hands don’t need have to have eyes to locate whatever he was after. She did not make it difficult for him either. She wanted his rough-skinned but gentle touch on her excited core. He was in between her legs, so his hand landed right where he wanted it to be. He was 

even surprised to realize that her lingerie was crotchless!

“Such a naughty wife,” he looked up to see a flushed and deeply aroused mien of her. 

“Only for you, dear husband,” she moaned her response. 

She had been served. She had indulged carnal pleasures as she needed somewhere to blow her steam and frustrations off before she met Voltaire, but she had never put so much effort on her end to please a man. She is mostly, if not always, the receiving end of service and pleasure. She would demand the ways of how, but still, only to serve her, to please her, not the other way around. She had never dressed to seduce a man, never stripped before anyone aside from her husband. But from now on, she only has one man to focus on and to command around. Hoping he is up to her weirdness in bed.

What she said fueled Voltaire to possess more of her. Explore and claim whatever he may find. His kisses traveled down to her center. Glistening with her unsuppressed arousal, she almost lifted her butt above the bed to reach his peregrinating lips, mouth, and tongue, along with his tickly touching hands.
Voltaire reveled at the profound proof of her femininity. And he is about to feast on it, not only with the use of his hungry eyes, because he aims to ravish her with all his known skills and talents in pleasing a woman. She said she hadn’t had a good orgasm in three months. He will do all he can to make her forget such a sad memory and replace it with only the best of how he will make her feel, from tonight to every night of their married lives!

“Ahhhmm... Oh my god!” Scarlett moaned in pleasure as she felt him torturing and teasing her with his peppering kisses around her longing core. She couldn’t grab hold of him because both her hands were held by one of his above her tummy, while the other was spreading her pussy lips to reveal her clit. 

“Honey…?” Scarlett called out so sweetly. Voltaire was enjoying seeing such a cute side of her. She is always so confident that he never thought she could also make such a pitiful and irresistible look.

“Yes, honey…?” he answered as he started to trace his hardened tongue on the tip of her clit.

“Love me with your tongue,” she spoke with a plea, challenging him to show her how much he longs to take her. She wanted to find out if he was as eager to please her the way she is eager to please him tonight and for the rest of their lives. Challenging him to start soon because the night might be too short for both of them with all their pent-up desires.

What she said indeed provoked and encouraged her husband to prove to her how much he loves her. 

“Scarlett Dwayne…” he called her name out in between intervals of his licking, lapping, and making circled traces of his pointed tongue at the base of her engorged clit.

“I love you….” Then he flicked her clit with his hardened tongue. 

“With…” nipped at it. 

“All…” playfully bit at it.

“My heart…” suckled at it. 

“And soul…” Then he brushed his tongue down to her dripping hole.

When he could tell her the most prominent content of his aching-to-love-her heart, he devoured her. He let go of her hands so he could use an extra hand to prepare her entrance for his huge pleasuring tool. He inserted a finger and then another to stretch her walls and tease her sweet spot within a knuckle length on the roof of her inner wall. 

“Ohhhhh...baby… keep doing that….” Scarlett encouraged him. 

“Right there, baby, that feels so...fffffuckkk!!” 

Scarlett was just about to say it felt so good when Voltaire pinched her clit with his other hand’s fingers while his mouth nipped on its tip and his other hand ferociously rubbed her G-spot. She was writhing and groaning in intense pleasure as Voltaire seemed to chase for something to happen. And his effort paid off, she squirmed as he curled his fingers inside her to rub her spot even more enthusiastically. Then he tapped and strummed on her clit to keep her juices squirting out as Scarlett screamed in an overpowering climax. She must have been sexually starved to respond so ardently. 

He was merely using his tongue and fingers, but Scarlett was feeling like she was burning in the hellish fire of his passionate love and adoration. His every lick and every lap bring her jolts of ecstasy, making her juices of arousal seep and pour out of its vessel. She was like a spring whose water never runs dry.

More than any arousal she had ever felt in all her life, she was emotionally enslaved by his intense and heartfelt expression of love. Scarlett has never thought such love exists. Now she claims to stand witness to an overwhelming love. She was beyond happy. She was feeling indeed there is heaven on earth when you are with the one you love—sharing a moment where even the heavens above will not protest since they are officially and biblically one in the matrimony of marriage. Her heart was in so much joy. Her heart was cloaked in serenity, knowing she had a man to call her own. And that man unselfishly confessed his doting and devoted love towards her. She felt her eyes clouded with tears of gratefulness.

She never thought such a fate would knock on her door, and she would be sensible enough to open up. Had she not...ahhh… she didn’t want to even think about missing such a chance to find and be with her husband.

She called out for his name again...this time with even more profound longing and love.

“Honey….?”

“Mmmm?” Voltaire hummed his answer as he was still passionately devouring her.

“Kiss me, please…” she begged. She used her charm to make him do her wishes because she knew he would not buy it if she used any form of dominance right now. She has a plan on her own.

And just as she expected, Voltaire crawled up, kissing her here and there in his wake until they were able to kiss and share a taste of her own cum through him. Scarlett deepened the kiss and distracted him to turn them upside down, with her on top of him. She pinned him down, and after a heated, soulful kiss, she declared her thoughts out loud.