D.C. Hotel Secrets

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of the Washington, D.C. hotel room, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the fever building within me. My wife, Eleanor, was a masterpiece of curves and allure, and the thought of losing myself in her was already a delicious torment. Beside her, our daughter, Chloe, and her friend, Liam, were out enjoying the city's offerings, leaving us alone in this opulent sanctuary. We’d planned this weekend getaway specifically for this – a decadent exploration of pleasure, unburdened by the usual constraints of daily life. The air hung thick with anticipation, scented with her expensive perfume and the lingering warmth of the fireplace from the rustic restaurant we’d visited earlier.

I’d been watching her for the past hour, a slow, deliberate appraisal that intensified with each passing moment. The way the low light caught the curve of her hip, the subtle shift in her breathing as she leaned back against the plush king-sized bed, the slight tremor in her fingers as she traced the intricate patterns on the silk sheets – it all conspired to ignite a fire in my loins. The solid glass walls, while offering a glimpse of the city lights outside, also served as a tantalizing barrier, emphasizing our intimacy and heightening the sense of seclusion. Stripping off my own clothes, I moved with deliberate grace, each step a calculated advance towards my goal. The soft, cool terry cloth robe she wore clung to her skin, a tantalizing invitation to explore its contours.

As I approached, she was languidly stretched out on her side, her body sculpted against the mattress. The open robe revealed the sheer perfection of her form, a testament to years of dedicated care. A low moan escaped her lips as I knelt before her, nibbling gently at her belly, my tongue teasing the sensitive flesh beneath her skin. The scent of her arousal intensified, a heady mix of musk and desire. Her breasts, heavy and full, were a focal point of my attention, each nipple a tiny volcano of pleasure waiting to be unleashed. I found myself lost in the sensation of her skin, my teeth working their way across her pert, sensitive nipples, drawing forth a silent symphony of pleasure.

The kiss that followed was explosive, a desperate need expressed in a torrent of passionate lips. My cock, now fully erect, pulsed with anticipation, eager to meet its destiny. It was a primal urge, a primal need to connect with her in the most fundamental way possible. The scent of her arousal filled my senses as I crawled closer, my hand finding purchase on her warm, damp thigh. Gently, yet firmly, I plunged my member into the depths of her wet slit, initiating the slow, deliberate act of penetration. My fingers danced along her clitoris, teasing and caressing, while my tongue explored every inch of her opening, igniting a fiery trail of pleasure.

The first wave of arousal washed over her, a ripple of sensation that spread throughout her entire body. She arched her back, a silent plea for more, and I responded with a deep, deliberate thrust, pushing my cock deeper into her eager cavity. The pleasure intensified, building into a crescendo of sensation. I continued to stroke and caress, exploring her every curve and crevice, while she responded with increasingly frantic moans of pleasure. Her body trembled with each surge of pleasure, her muscles contracting in a rhythmic dance of ecstasy.

Then, a thought struck me, a daring proposition that sent a jolt of excitement through my system. "Do you have those little toys we brought?" I asked, my voice low and suggestive. A slow smile spread across her face as she nodded, retrieving a small, silver vibrating bullet from our travel bag. The cool metal against her skin sent shivers down my spine. As I began to move the bullet around her clitoris, her moans grew louder, more desperate. The vibrations intensified, creating a tingling sensation that spread throughout her entire body.

Next, I retrieved the magnificent 9-inch purple dildo, its smooth surface reflecting the light from the city outside. The sheer size of the toy was both intimidating and exhilarating. As I inserted it into her eager pussy, she let out a strangled cry of pleasure, her body convulsing with each thrust. The intense sensations overwhelmed her, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. The rhythmic grinding of her hips against my legs only added to the intensity of the experience.

As she reached her peak, she begged me to take the toys out, her voice choked with pleasure. Without hesitation, I obliged, continuing to stimulate her with both the bullet and the dildo, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. The heat radiating from her body was intense, a tangible manifestation of her overwhelming desire.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a few minutes, she finally pulled away, panting heavily. "I want you," she gasped, her voice filled with raw emotion. "But I have a special treat for you tonight." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, a promise of even greater pleasure to come. She reached down and began to stroke my cock, her fingers tracing the length of my member with exquisite care. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through my body. As she increased the pressure, my cock swelled to an unbearable size, reaching its peak of sensitivity.

With a final, desperate plea, she instructed me to straddle her as she lay on her back. I obliged, positioning myself on my knees in front of her, my throbbing cock now resting directly above her eager mound. She took it into her mouth, her lips parting slightly as she began to suck on my member, her tongue tracing the ridges and valleys of my shaft. The combination of her saliva and my arousal was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain. She then proceeded to fondle my balls with her free hand, increasing the intensity of the sensation.

As I neared the point of no return, she warned me that I shouldn’t cum inside her. I knew she preferred it, so I listened to her advice. Instead, she insisted that I cum on her face. With a final surge of adrenaline, I released a torrent of cum onto her smiling face, the hot liquid soaking into her wavy auburn hair. The sight of her face glistening with my seed filled me with a sense of both triumph and satisfaction. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with pleasure, and whispered, "I love you!"

As I dropped onto her, holding her tight, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her passion and her daring surprise. The rain continued to fall, but inside the opulent hotel room, we had found a sanctuary of pleasure, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. Now, perhaps, we should consider investing in some industrial-strength cleaning supplies for those hotel robes.

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