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Title: “Wifely Wisdom”

In the sultry glow of their dimly lit bedroom, Aiko lounged on the plush silk sheets, her lustrous raven hair cascading over her bare shoulders. The braless bodice of her scandalous gown plunged deeply, exposing the tantalizing curves of her ample bosom. She was the picture of an adoring, but naughty, wife. Her husband dripped with sweat, muscles rippling from his strenuous game of squash at the club. Still clad in his whites, he entered their boudoir.

“What a tiresome game,” he panted, loosening his cravat. “I pray you to help me relax, my dear.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Aiko purred, sidling up to him like a cat in heat. “I find the quickest way to relieve tension is through mutual physical release.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he groaned, pulling her body flush against his. “Your brilliant mind is matched only by your exquisite allure.”

Aiko’s nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, caressing his chest. “You’re hardly dressed for coitus,” she teased.

“Nor are you, darling,” he replied, giving her a saucy wink.

In a flash, he divested her of her flimsy garment, admiring her naked glory. “Magnificent,” he breathed, cupping her breasts reverently. They were heavy and round, topped with nipples that pebbled at his touch.

Aiko arched into his hands, yearning to be his. “Make me forget our troubles,” she urged.

He captured her mouth in a fiery kiss, plundering the sweet depth with his tongue. She responded with equal fervor, her hands roaming over his sweat-slicked skin, kneading and stroking. Desperate to feel more of him, Aiko impatiently shucked his trousers and smallclothes, freeing his manhood. It stood proud and thick, a testament to his arousal.

Aiko slid down his body, nuzzling his firm stomach before settling between his thighs. “I crave you,” she declared, her hot breath ghosting over his shaft.

She wrapped her hand around his girth and pumped slowly, savoring the silky texture. Then, she captured the swollen head between her lush lips, sucking gently. A low moan revealed his pleasure. Emboldened, Aiko took him deeper, working him in and out as she massaged his sac. Her wicked tongue swirled around the sensitive tip before engulfing him once more.

“Enough,” he growled, tugging her up his length. “I ache to be buried in your heat.”

Aiko regained her feet and straddled his hips, rubbing her slick petals along his engorged flesh. “Please,” she keened. “I need you inside.”

Holding her hips, he slowly impaled her on his throbbing cock. They sighed in unison as her scorching walls stretched to accommodate him. Once seated to the hilt, Aiko began to move, gliding languidly up and down his pole. He matched her rhythm, grinding her clit with each thrust. The wet sounds of their coupling echoed around the room.

“You’re so deliciously tight,” he grunted, squeezing her jiggling ass. “I may spend before my time.”

“Come for me,” Aiko encouraged, bouncing wantonly on his rigid flesh. “Fill me with your essence.”

Her command catapulted him over the edge. He erupted like a geyser, spilling spurt after spurt of his hot seed into her greedy passage. The intense sensations triggered Aiko’s orgasm and she clamped down, milking him for every drop.

They collapsed together, hearts pounding, limbs entwined. “Marvelous,” he panted. “Simply marvelous.”

Aiko nuzzled his neck agreeably, already plotting their next passionate interlude. She mused that perhaps an afternoon romp in his study would be in order. “Study your pleasure, my love,” was her naughty mantra.

THE END