Saturday seduction: Red alert.... Short erotica in prose form

 After a long soaking bubble bath to wash the weight of a hard week away, Martha eased out of the tub with lovemaking on her mind. She lotion down her mid-size shapely legs, then her round breast whose nipples were already ready for this special night. She put on the new nightgown Phil had bought for her. It was so sheer you could hardly tell its color was red. But the panties fancy lace was rich in color and so tight, it showed the deep crease in the middle of her firm round butt cheeks. Martha smiled as thoughts o Phil riding high on her butt before the night was over.

 Martha sat down in front of the mirror and brushed her hair to perfection. She stood up and sprayed Phil's favorite vanilla fragrance lightly over her body. Then added more where Martha anticipation his tongue was going to linger. She hummed their favorite love song as she exits the bathroom to put the final visual touches to the bedroom.

First, Martha put white linen sheets that were softer than cotton on the bed. She spelled the word love with red and pink rose petals at the bedroom door entrance, spread some on the floor leading to the king-size bed. 

She placed others on the lamp table and the rest on top of the bed. Leaving a display of love to walk on, another to make love on top of it.

There is only one thing that is close to being in love with her husband. That was the specific night they dedicated to making love to one another, which is Saturday night. And tonight was its first anniversary.

One year to the day, they made this special day salvaging a marriage that mimics floating in a foot of water wearing a life vest. Now it was a marriage that is going to last because of the love they openly share

Martha places the sweet red wine in the wine bucket to chill correctly. Carefully displayed cheese and light snacks around the wine bucket to keep their strength up through the long night they had planned. Martha sprayed vanilla fragrance lightly around the room. An extra squirt was applied on Phil's pillow top to excite his sense of smell. Loving fingertips turned on soft, slow music arranged in order by her, played in the room's background.

Martha wrapped her arms around herself and pretended it was Phil's strong arms around her waist as they slowly danced in the room shadows. A dance that was going to make her body hot, the space between her thighs wet, as their bodies grind provocatively against each other.

Marsha's grey eyes glanced around the room. After seeing everything was perfectly in place, Martha smiled at the way she had prepared the room. Everything was ready for their special Saturday night. All she needed to do was to light the candles and wait for Phil's presence.

After lighting the candles, a warmth fell over Martha's body as she looked at the blue hue, the light of the candles placed on the room walls. Martha slowly shadowed dance to the bed then laid across it in anticipation of Phil's arrival. She put her legs so his first sight would be the thick, firm thighs he loved being between one way or another. She made sure her round breast was in full display to his fingertips, sensuous touch during foreplay.

The bedroom door quickly opened; the bright lights behind it beamed into the room, destroying the special effects of the candlelight's Martha had patiently moved around the room until she had a look she wanted. She quickly moved off the bed and stood in Phil's path with her arms partially crossed. She loaded her street life right fist with anger.

When she took a good look at Phil, Martha wondered why was she looking at a naked man with a throbbing hard-on approaching her at light speed with a profound look on his face? Where was the swagger walk that Phil always brings to seduce her mind as he crossed the room? ? Where in the heck was the new red silk robe and pajamas he was supposed to wear so that he could do a naughty striptease act he made especially for her? 

Instead of a slow seduction, so far, she was met first by the throbbing head of his hard-on, that slammed into her left thigh. His firm chest painfully crashed into her long thick nipples that were erect in anticipation. And painted lips met with a pressing, bruising kiss instead of the caressing cotton soft ones they have on seduction night.

When Phil's lips finally released hers, she tried to speak her mind. But before she could say, "what the he# is wrong with you?" her new sexy lingerie was a puddle on the floor, next to her new red panties. The panties that Phil was going to pull down with nothing but his teeth before he feasted on her swollen folds. Martha's voice gasps as she cocked back a right hook, but before she could unleash its fury, Phil had tossed Martha's body into the middle of the bed.

Phil's muscular body covered Martha before hers settle down on the bed mattress. His eyes were open wide, and his cock throbbed hard on her right thigh. Not only was it hard as a brick, but it was also as heavy as one. While looking into Phil's eyes, Martha steadied herself for what was about to come. Because all she saw in his eyes was the look of lost in lust.

Phil hesitated for a moment then took a deep breath. "I have to have you now, sweetheart," he blurred out. Martha's mind prepaid her body for a half rape from Phil, but instead, Phil settled himself for a moment, then kissed her lips so tenderly, her body melted like butter left in the morning sun under his. That one kiss instantly put her body in the mood of wanting, needing, wet, and submitting.

With lips still kissing tenderly, Phil moved his hips until his hardness centered on the center of her swollen opening. With a study thrust, he slowly impaled his hardness between the taut walls of Martha's wet den, enticing a quiet moan to escape past Martha's lips into his mouth.

With lips still kissing tenderly, Phil moved his hips until his hardness centered on the center of her swollen opening. With a study thrust, he slowly impaled his hardness between the taut walls of Martha's wet den, enticing a quiet moan to escape past Martha's lips into his mouth.

Phil hips slowly rose then fell, impaling his hardness deep into Martha waiting walls, causing a gasp to slip past open lips into the air.

Again, Phil hips slowly rose then fell a second time, thrusting his rigid membrane even deeper into the soft pink layer of her love canal.

Once again, Phil hips rose slowly a third time, then fell, impaling his cock into Martha den furthest depths, enticing her lungs to release a guttural moan of exhilarated pleasure

As the weight of Phil's body held his swollen shaft deep inside Martha den, the sensation of its deep hard throbs against her soft, pliable walls caused her eyes to tear, her voice to groan, her body to shiver from the incredible tingling feeling rushing into her lions.

A deep kiss was followed by a deep thrust that made Martha's body bounce off the top of the mattress. Phil's hips rotations became more profound on each thrust.

When Phil's lips released Martha, he leaned his body up and gyrated his hips with a thrust that collided into her hips with the power of a sludge hammer, impaling Martha curvy hips deep into the bed mattress.

Martha's voice tried to scream, but all that came out her open mouth with a near-silent whine as Phil's hips quickly slam head-on into hers unrelenting—leaving her body in a frozen state from the onslaught of sensations rampaging through her extremities.

Phil's dark brown eyes stare froze Martha gaze into his as his hard thrust pounded into the small hollow space residing between her thighs.

Love-passion, passion-love rolled into one as lust consumed his being to the point of ultimately having her was all that was on his lustful mind.

Martha hips could not move, her lungs could not breathe; her vocal cords were paralyzed by Phil harden shaft repeatedly wailing deep into her tight-fitting sheath.

Grunt thrust, grunt-thrust was followed by Martha's body bouncing up and down on the mattress like a rag doll. Her body felt as if it was riding on a wild roller coaster ride that shook you, then thrills your body with exhilarating sensations to the point you did not want to stop riding.

Phil could not come; he did not want to come; he just wanted to feel the taut tug and pull of her walls on his thick girth forever as it slammed into Martha profusely raining hole.

"Oh baby," Martha moaned as Phil went form pounding his cock deep into Martha to a forceful grinding gyration. Their bodies pressed together as one as he intensely ground his extended shaft into her sloppy pink wet domain.

Suddenly Phil back arched as painted fingernails left a trail of rip opened skin as he dug his size deeper and harder inside Martha's collapsing canal. Martha felt something, then she felt it again. What Martha felt was the fire of her burning orgasm, burning its way up from the depths of her loins. She felt the pressure building, the pain of the exquisite fire sting, that was so intoxicating, it took her breath away.

Phill felt the sudden pain of painted nails digging deep into his buttocks. When his head turned, his eyes could see the definition in the muscles of Martha's arms as they pulled her hands hard on the top of his buttocks. Pulling Phil's body closer to her need to feel every inch of his hard flesh deep inside her hot den.

While Martha's gray eyes were engaged with Phil's brown, Phil's hips turned from grinding to long measured strokes of pounding his hardened flesh into her pink layer. The force of his thrust made the bed mattress squeak and squawk from Martha's body, slamming unmercifully into it. Phil stopped gyrating his hips long enough to raise Martha's legs in the air onto his broad shoulders. Once they are secured, Phil plunges his hardened mass into Martha wet heat balls deep again and again. Martha's face became distorted from the pleasure-pain while audible moans spilled past her slip into the air.

Martha's body slightly trembles then uncontrollably shook as an orgasm exploded from the very depths of her loins. Phil has to grabs her hips tight to stay on top of his bucking lover.

 As Martha's body shook underneath Phil, he felt her spasm walls collapsing around his swelling girth. Its tugs were more formidable, and its pull was more forceful; Phil suddenly groaned deeply like a wounded animal as his loins erupt in absolute gratification. His ejaculation was so hard; each palpitation left a burning sensation shooting through his shaft before turning into an exquisite pleasure released. Phil's hips kept humping and humping until his hips could not gyrate anymore.

After Phil hips gyrations end, Martha's powerful rotating hips milks his sacs until they are bone dry. After Phil's manhood last pulse, his body collapse in a sexual heap on top of Martha.

Sounds of deep breaths overwhelmed the music playing in the background of the room. Phil gathers enough strength to roll his body weight off Martha so that she could breathe without the blunt of his dead weight on her chest. His hand grasps Martha tightly as their bodies laid spent tightly next to each other.

After deep inhaling breathes dissipated, fogged out minds started to clear, Martha whispered, loving into Phil's ear.

You know, you can be a real ass! Causing hysterical laughter to fill the bedroom with their loving vibes.

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