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Snowed In

“The snow’s coming down pretty heavy out there, isn’t it?” You look over to see your wife peering out of the window, a mug of hot tea in her hand. A winter storm has blanketed the area in a thick layer of snow. There’s no way you’re going anywhere for the next several days. “Yeah,” you reply, “it’s finally beginning to seem like winter. It’s good to get some snow, but it sucks that it’s coming all at once like this.”

Your wife nods in agreement before letting the curtain fall back into place and walking back over to you on the couch. She sets her tea down on the table in front of you before snuggling up next to you. The only light is from the fireplace in front of you. The power isn’t out, but your wife wanted a more rustic atmosphere.

“This feels so quaint,” your wife says, snuggling up tighter next to you. “And intimate,” she adds as you wrap an arm around her waist. You glance over when you feel her nuzzling against your shoulder. You notice that her top has opened, exposing one of her breasts. Your hand jerks slightly toward it, as if going to squeeze of its own volition. Your wife looks up at you, a wry smile on her face. You gulp as a realization hits you – this was deliberate.

“Aww, sweetie,” your wife giggles, “is something wrong?” You shake your head in response, eliciting another giggle from her. You feel her arm wrap around you, and her hand comes to rest on your inner thigh, oh so very close to where your cock is now throbbing with anticipation. “I said this felt intimate, right? Well, what’s an intimate situation without a little intimacy, don’t you think?”

With that, she unfurls her arm from around you, moving lithely to straddle you on the couch. She cups your cheeks with her hands as she kisses you. Her hands are warm, her lips soft, and her breath tastes sweet like the honey she uses in her tea. You find yourself sinking into her embrace, her warmth, her love. Your cock throbs harder, and you feel the resistance of her pelvis as it presses up against her. You can tell she felt it. Her hips begin to rock, pressing and sliding along your length.

Your wife pulls away from the kiss, her moans heavy and breathless. Her hips continue their relentless, seemingly involuntary rocking. Your mouth moves to her still exposed breast, and you take her nipple into your mouth. Her fingers tangle themselves in your hair, grasping tightly in her lust. After just a few moments, she shoves you back and pulls her top up and over her head, tossing it unceremoniously on the floor. You kiss her stomach desperately, almost rough with how much your desire is beginning to overtake you. She leans back to expose more of herself to your lust but loses her balance and begins to fall backwards.

“Shit,” she gasps, trying to pull herself back upright. She finally regains her balance, and the both of you giggle at the hiccup that just happened. She climbs off you and slides down, kneeling on the floor between your legs. Clearly this wasn’t enough to shake her desire, as she tugs roughly on the waistband of the pj bottoms you’re wearing. They slide down quickly, exposing your still throbbing cock. She takes it into her mouth, slowly bobbing as the pressure builds. Your moans escape without restraint, and your hands find their way into your wife’s hair. This continues for only a short time before she moves to suck on your balls. She strokes the length of your shaft, slow and soft. She knows this isn’t enough to push you over the edge, but it almost causes you to black out in ecstasy.

After a short time, wherein your moans have degenerated into ever increasingly pathetic whimpers of need, your wife pulls away, sliding out of her own pj bottoms. Her own lust has clearly driven her past what she can take, and, in barely more than a whisper, she moans out a single word. The desperate “please” that escapes her is enough to make you lose all control you might have had over your own body. You kick away your pj bottoms and climb on top of your wife. Even though you’re still in front of the fireplace, and the only thing between the two of you and the floor is a rug, the pair of you are completely overwhelmed by lust.

You find yourself sliding easily inside your wife. The silky dew between her legs is warm and inviting. You rock your hips, slowly at first, pushing yourself deeply into her, desperately trying to hold back. She feels so wonderful, so soft, so resplendent, that you want the pleasure to continue as long as possible. You can only hold back for so long, and you begin to rock your hips more desperately and quickly. You press your body into your wife’s, needing to be as close to her as possible. She intertwines her fingers into your hair, pulling your face into her neck.

You can smell her desire, hear her ecstasy, and taste her lust. Your senses are completely overwhelmed with her, and soon the pressure between your legs is more than you can handle. As if sensing your impending orgasm, your wife locks her legs around your hips. “Please babe,” she whines, “I want it. Please please please!” Her whimpered command is all it takes to drive you over the edge, and your muscles tighten as your orgasm takes you. You feel her legs lock even tighter around your hips, ensuring you couldn’t have pulled out even if you’d wanted to. Simultaneously, you feel her clench down hard on you, harder than you’ve ever felt her do before, as if her entire body was overwhelmed with the need to pull you as deep as possible. For a fleeting moment, you worry she’ll leave a bruise, but the intensity of your orgasm pushes that thought away as quickly as it comes.

Your body feels light, but also heavy, your muscles spent from the night’s activities. You fall limply to the floor next to your wife, and she snuggles up next to you. She hums contentedly and places her hand on your chest, directly over your heart. You look over and see her eyes are closed, as if she were asleep. Her humming soon stops, replaced by soft, steady breathing. She actually has fallen asleep, and you feel you’ll soon join her. You give her a soft kiss on the forehead before closing your eyes. A single thought goes through your mind before sleep overtakes you.

You wish it snowed like this every year.

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