Lighting the Flame

The clock on the wall read 1:56 AM and her legs were aching from a long day on her feet. Saturdays were always hectic. Being a full time student, mom and wife wasn't the easiest job in the world. It was what she always thought she wanted in life but lately, her anxiety and depression had gotten the best of her. She felt so disconnected to those around her. Everything seemed to lack life to her. She took a sip of her steaming coffee. She let the bold taste of Columbian coffee beans and sweet vanilla creamer roll over her tongue. It was so comforting and it relaxed her immediately. She could feel the pain in her legs ease as the tension in her muscles eased off. She was freshly showered and her new body wash smelled so lovely paired with the scent of the coffee. Her chestnut hair was still wet and bound up into a loose bun. She wore her old Grateful Dead shirt and a pair of thin calf length yoga pants, Her shirt had seen better days. It was old, faded and tattered from many washings but it was soft and warm from the dryer. She was comfortable. 2:00 AM. She thoughts about her marriage and where it was headed. They had been bickering a lot lately and loneliness had crept in like the night, bringing darkness to their once blissful relationship. Having a toddler was tough work and putting a lot of tension on them. She could feel it. He wasn't as tender or affectionate anymore. She often wondered if he was entertaining the idea of leaving her. She always told him she wouldn't care but deep down, it would crush her. He would find reasons to disappear into the bedroom and watch TV alone while she stayed out in the living room with their son. While he played with his toys, she would catch up on school work or play a game on her laptop. At 30, this isn't how she pictured her life. She felt so alone and broken down sometimes that she felt like there was an awful weight on her chest. 2:04 AM. She realized that she had been sitting in the dark, spacing out. Perhaps she just enjoyed the silence and solitude. She barely got a moment alone with her thoughts anymore. 

She stood up and thought how nice a cigarette would be. She had quit months ago but as the stress pushed down on them, she found herself sneaking one in now and again. She felt like a bit of a failure but she had no time to feel sorry for herself. So, after grabbing a Marlboro from her husbands work pants, she made her way into the office to smoke. Everyone in the house smoked in the office with the window open. She did not like cigarettes around her son. She grabbed the lighter and lit her smoke. She took a shallow drag, the taste reminding her of when she first started sneaking cigarettes from her mom and dad. She took another drag as she picked up her phone. On a whim, she decided to pull up Google. She did some image searches on some naughty topics. She tended to do this when she couldn't sleep. She had a bit of a porn addiction and sometimes, she went a bit too deep down the rabbit hole of fetishes. Tonight, she decided to pull up a video of a sweet looking brunette masturbating. When she started the video, she took care to turn the volume down so no one would hear it. As she watched the video of the sweet turned siren brunette going to town on herself with a glass wand, she could feel her thighs clench in anticipation. She loved when her body reacted the way it was supposed to. The aching, building throb between her legs reminded her of how human she really was. Suddenly, the brunette cried out and started gushing cum all over the leather couch she sat on, her legs spread wide. Her body reacted so strongly that she felt her face flush with heat and the dampness of her panties was getting hard to ignore. She closed her eyes as she took another drag off of her cigarette and as she did so, she had a passing vision. She imagined herself slowly sliding her tongue over the brunette's sweet swollen little clit. What a treat that would be. To make her cum. To make her cry out in pleasure as she lapped up her pooling juices. Oh the thought. Sliding her hands up her belly and grabbing a handful of her soft breasts. Her hard rosy nipples grazing her soft palms as she thrust her tongue in and out, in and out. Tasting her wetness as the brunette starts bucking against her face, warning her of her building orgasm. Suddenly, like a dam breaking, her cum would flow like water all over her face, rolling in glassy rivulets over her own exposed breasts. She opened her eyes. Not to her surprise, her fingers were already resting on her aching pussy. It throbbing in tune with her pounding heart. She could feel the soft material of her pants rubbing against her swelling clit. She thought that she could cum with a thought by this point. She was so turned on that she was almost embarrassed. Her cigarette had burned down to the filter and her ashes had fallen on the desk, completely missing the ashtray. She cursed herself for getting so caught up. When she stood, her legs felt a little wobbly and her head felt foggy. 

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She was not an ugly girl by any means. She was tall, thick and her eyes were exotically shaped. Her teeth were white and her hair was soft and shiny. Her cheeks were flushed and she could see her rock hard nipples through her shirt. She slid her hand under her shirt and gave one a gentle tweak. It made her tingle all over. She thought about her husband touching her. Tasting her. Taking her nipple roughly between his lips and sucking hard. She pretended to not like it but secretly, it was deliciously sexy. She wanted him to taste her right now. She wasn't sure why but she couldn't get the thought or image of his head between her thighs out of her head. He had a very skilled tongue. She had been eaten out so many time by previous boyfriends who were unable to knock her over the cliff. He had done it the very first time he put his gifted tongue between her lips. She remembered it very fondly. It made her wet, so wet, just thinking about how she had cum in his open mouth. Then, when he came up for air, he shoved that delicious tasting tongue right in her mouth. The taste of herself and him was almost too much as he roughly buried his cock into her dripping, throbbing pussy. She came within the first outward stroke. Screaming out only to have him push her face into his chest as he pounded into her with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. Her eyes rolled back and that was the first time she squirted. Instead of being confused and turned off, she heard him grunt with primal pleasure as he continued to torture her. Her pussy was so wet from cuming again and again, that it felt like his cock was made of glass and silk. Her breath caught as she recalled him pulling his soaked cock out of her pussy, straddling her and shoving it right into her open mouth. He grabbed under her chin and jammed it to the back of her throat. She gagged and her eyes were watering but she immediately started sucking as he pumped it in and out, letting her teeth graze along his swollen head. He shuddered. She knew what was coming. She tried to finger herself as his started to lose control, lost in the silky heat of her mouth as she swirled her tongue around and around but he pushed her hand away, Just as the first drop of cum hit her tongue, he slid his pinky finger into her clenched asshole. She bucked against him but he continued to finger fuck her ass as he filled her mouth up with cum. She swallowed and swallowed as she started to orgasm again. He pulled out his pinky and started rubbing her clit with his open palm. She lost control as if she was having a seizure and started madly rubbing her pussy against his hand in unison. She squirted again as he pulled his cum covered cock out of her mouth. She lay there for what felt like hours as her body spasmed and shook. He kissed her forehead gently and chuckled as she panted. Never in her life had she experienced something so amazing. She started laughing as she smiled to herself. She had found her lover and eventually husband.

As the memory faded, she noticed how heavy she was breathing. Her breasts rising with each breathe, swollen and begging for attention. She grazed her nipples with the fingernails. She shivered. She was so wet. She could feel it. She could feel the heat. After taking a long sip of water, she slipped out of her clothing and slid into bed beside her husband. She was naked and her sheets felt delightful on her aroused naked skin. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness as she thought of how she wanted to go about waking him. She felt sad for a moment as she listened to his light snoring. She had forgotten how to love him. They slept turned away from each other most nights and she had forgotten how to give him what he needed as her husband. Then the revelation hit her. She just needed to love him like he loved her. She needed to give him the attention he desperately needed. He craved it. She could see it in her eyes when he tried to touch her. The thought took her breath away. When did she become the problem. When did she lose touch with what should be a beautiful thing between a pair of people who love each other. 

Careful to not rouse him, she inched closer. She slid her left hand down across his chest and down his belly. She noticed he had put on a few pounds with age but so had she. She didn't care. He felt so warm and inviting. As her hand traveled down, she was greeted by his already stiff cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and really felt it. It felt so big and hot. She could feel it pulse at her touch. She wanted to taste it. She angled her head and dragged her hair across his belly as her tongue found the tip. She tasted a drop of cum there. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly, as if waking up from a dream. Immediately, his hand came down on the back of her head, pushing his cock into her throat. She gasped and choked. His cock felt so good buried in her throat. It felt like it was made for her. It tasted so good. She felt it growing bigger and with every pulse of his cock, her pussy throbbed in unison. As they struggled for who had control, she let her mouth relax, and stopped fighting his thrusts. Her cheeks and lips were wet with spit as he pumped his cock into her face. She wanted to rub her clit but his other hand held her hands behind her back as she sucked his cock on her knees. She couldn't breathe but she didn't care because it only made her arousal stronger. She was lost in the moment. She remembered how much she loved sucking cock. The powerlessness of a good facefuck or the control in a blowjob was her weakness. She loved the ability to control or be controlled. She used to love when he would lay her on her back and jam his cock in her mouth while he licked her pussy. His ball sack would rest of her face as his cock slid in and out over her tongue. She was so incredibly turned on. He then grabbed a fist full of her hair gently and pulled her off of his cock, slowly letting it slide out of her mouth and over her teeth. She took a breathe. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to own her body but he had other plans as he had her lay on her back. As soon as her head hit the pillows, he slid his tongue inside of her. She cried out as her flicked her clit. She suddenly felt like she was spinning. She was dizzy and on the verge of hysterical pleasure as he sucked, licked and touched her, Her hand grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled ruthlessly. He growled with such desire as she found the strength to push his head away and begged for him to fuck her. She could not remember the last time she begged but she would have done anything to feel his cock deep inside of her. 

He stopped what he was doing, grabbed her firmly by the hips and pulled her towards him. Then, he wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. It looked swollen and she wanted it inside of her. He stroked his cock gently as he loomed over her. All she could do was stare and anticipate his touch. He spit in his right hand and slathered it over the head, as if she needed the extra lubrication. Her pussy was currently throbbing so bad that it was painful in the most pleasant way. She felt her juices drip down over her asshole. She was ready to cum. She wanted to cum all over his cock. She knew he wanted that too. He wanted to feel her pussy milk his hard cock until he could cum deep inside of her. She loved when he came in her. The warmth of it was intoxicating. After lovingly stroking his cock for what felt like an eternity, he was ready to fuck her. He leaned in and slid his dick between her slick pussy lips, careful not to put it where she wanted it most. Slowly, in rhythm, he slid his cock back and forth between her lips and over her sensitive clit. The sensation was almost too much to bear and when she would get too close to the edge, he would stop and take one of her erect nipples into his mouth. He would roughly suck on each of them before continuing to rub his cock back and forth again. Her body was coiled so tightly, as if she was a soda that had been shaken up, waiting to burst. She felt a tear escape her eye as it rolled down her cheek and into her ear. Her mind was spiraling out of control. She didn't know what to do. Her hands were gripping his upper arms so ruthlessly, that she was sure he would be sporting some nasty bruises afterwards. Finally, after one more stroke of his cock, he took it into his hand. It was shining and dripping with pussy juices. She felt him guide it to penetrate her. She pushed herself against it, but he resisted letting her control the situation. He slowly pushed the head in, savoring each delicious second. Once the head was in, she saw his eyes close as he slid himself home. She gasped and her back arched as she felt him fill her up. He felt immense and powerful. She spread her legs as wide as they would go to let him get as deep as he could. She felt him against her clit and she started to grind against him. His hot, sweat slicked skin against her clit was incredible. His cock slid out, then in, then out, then he would slam it in with a grunt. The moment was so primal that she closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face into her neck and started to fuck her with a desperateness that had her on the brink of madness. There is such madness in a union like this, where two lost souls find each other again. Their bodies had called to each other and come together as if there was nothing else more important. Her orgasm was powerful. She felt her stomach clench as she fell over the edge of ecstasy with him. He was whimpering with pleasure as she spilled cum all over his cock. Her body trembled violently as he continued to thrust like a madman into her quivering, cumming pussy. As he got closer, he began to pound, making her cum again, and this time harder. He could see her face contort and her breathing change. Finally, she was begging for him to cum. She couldn't handle anymore. She wanted to feel his cum inside of her. She called out for him. "Fuck me baby!" she cried repeatedly, meaning every word. "Fuck my pussy, fuck it hard! I wanna feel you cum baby, I want you to come in my pussy." Hearing her beg for it in the darkness of their bedroom, her voice dripping with lust, he obliged. He slammed his cock home, burying it deep into her as he came. He swore as he emptied himself inside of her. He could feel her pussy clench and squeeze every last drop out of him. She groaned in appreciation as she fingered her clit for one last orgasm. His cock was so sensitive and he could feel every twinge of her muscles. 

As they lay together, his soft cock still inside of her, exhaustion overtook them. She awoke a few hours later, disoriented and sore. Her body felt so heavy, as if she had just spent a few hours as the gym. She felt wonderful and renewed and very much in love with her husband. He had blown her mind as always. She wasn't quite sure why she doubted him or gave him a hard time. She slid out from under his arm, feeling his cock slide out of her. He was hard again and she was most definitely going to take care of that after a bathroom trip and a glass of cold water. As she slid back under the covers with him, he wrapped his arms around her. She felt something different in the way he held her, as if they were a new couple all over again. Never again would she turn him away when all he wanted to do was love her in his own way. He could read her mind as she went to straddle him. She grabbed is hard cock and rubbed her clit wit the head, triggering a wetness that dripped from her onto his balls. Slowly, she slid his cock inside of her and started to rise and fall, her breasts bouncing in a slow, teasing fashion. She had pinned his arms against his sides with her legs. Her hands were busy rubbing her nipples and she rode his cock, lost in the feeling it gave her. He stared up at her, his eyes glazed, his mouth open slightly. She could see him clenching his teeth every time she would take him completely inside of her. This time, they came together. She threw her head back and pressed her breasts against his face as she felt his now free hands grip her asscheeks. She continued to slide his cock in and out of her hot pussy until both of their orgasms had subsided. Panting heavily, she put her cheek against his chest. She could hear the pounding of his heart. 

As they cleaned themselves up, they stole loving glances and flashed sneaky smiles at each other. She made him a cup of coffee as he dressed for work. As he was heading out the door to work, she handed him his lunch and threw her arms around his neck. He was surprised and smiled at her. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek and told him she loved him. He loved her too. He turned around to smile at her before he climbed into his car. She watched him pull out of the driveway, smiling and shaking his head the entire time. She was pretty sure that sex just saved their marriage.