Beachside Betrayal

Several days after her husband’s arrival, the plan was to take a break from familiar surroundings, go to a nice hotel on the beach and screw her husband until he couldn’t get it up again. It was there that she would seek retribution for his horny behavior during Christmas time.

He had attempted to order some sexy lingerie online before coming to visit, but had trouble with figuring out the dimensions of her lovely curves without her being present, so she took over the ordering. When he presented her with the box of four outfits as he was unpacking at the hotel, he remarked that he would really like a fashion show.

“You’ll get your fashion show,” she told him, “One show every night.”

She was anticipating sliding into each of the outfits and making him squirm one night after the other. He would pay for making me want it so badly the last time I was home, she thought. She selected a frilly white transparent number for the first night and felt her soft folds stir at the thought.

After the room service dishes had been cleared away her husband took the first shift in the shower. Sweetie collected the transparent white nightie and sauntered into the bathroom to wait for the shower. He was coming out of the shower sporting a fairly sporty erection as he dried off.

She smiled at the thought of what she was going to do to that semi-rigid member in a short period of time. He noticed her gaze and the red cock bobbed up a little higher.

Drying off, his eyes followed her as she brushed by him and bent down to turn in the water for the tub. His hands lightly grazed her hips. Turning to look over her shoulder she cut him off before that stiff cock got any closer.

“You just sit yourself in that other room while I take a bath,” she warned as he reached for her.

With a slight furrow on his brow and a lecherous grin she watched him wrap the hotel robe around himself, being careful to tuck his projection under the robe.

Sweetie relaxed in the bubbles of the deep tub on one side of a set of half doors that separated the bathroom and bedroom. The soft curves of the tub accommodated her comfortably as she let the water, and thoughts of what she was going to do to that man, warm her. She pushed the swinging doors open to see what was going on in the bedroom with her soon to be happy husband.

“How’s the big fella?” She smiled as she glanced over to the bed, about four feet away, where he had his nose in a book.

She knew he could see her tits through the bubbles as his gaze changed from the book to her. He swung his feet over the bed and stood up. Loosening the belt on the robe he reached in to pull out his semi-rigid cock for her inspection. Taking a step towards her as she reclined in the tub, he began to stroke it. He held it tightly at the base with his left hand and encircled the now very colorful member with his right, drawing it toward the tip. As the head grew and changed to a deeper red, a clear drop of fluid rolled out of the end and hung there as an offering.

She saw it and was reminded of the salty taste. Her warm lady parts were tingling.

“Ready when you are Sweetie,” he said with a broad grin.

“All right then. I’ll be out in a minute. Close the doors so I can get ready.”

She rose out of the tub now, on a mission. “I’m going to fuck that man’s brains out tonight,” she thought to herself as she toweled off, applied just a dash of her favorite perfume to her wrists and dropped the transparent suggestion of a nightie over her shoulders.

Sauntering into the bedroom her intended victim was sitting on the bed trying, with difficulty, to keep his unruly penis from peeking out from the bathrobe.

“Well, was this money well spent?” she said as she smiled at him.

“Yes, ma’am, outfit number one is a rousing success as my little friend will attest to,” he said as his prominent erection escaped the folds of the robe again.

She laid down on her side, scooting over to him to offer a better look. Her hand slid between the folds of his robe so that she could run her fingers through the hairs on his chest. His hands made their way to her shoulders, his eyes drifted to her cleavage, where his hands soon followed. Lifting a leg to place between his legs so that she could feel the growing heat of his erection on her belly, she held his gaze as she warmed to his caresses.

Before long the warming became pent up lust. She got up on her knees and put one leg over his waist to straddle him. His rigid member pressed against the slight fabric of the thong she put on to tease him further. He groaned at being able to feel her heat, but not the wetness that was building behind it. Sweetie pressed her heat harder against him and wiggled seductively.

“Can’t get through those panties can you big fella?” she teased.

“No” he responded with a pained expression.

He reached under her to slide the thong to one side and she just smiled and taunted him.

“I just wanted you to get the full effect.”

“OK, full effect duly noted,” he said as she squirmed away from his grasp.

She rose up slightly so that he could remove the white thong and then re-centered her now soft heat over his straining prick. She settled down over the length of his shaft and ground her wet clit against him. This was delicious. Sliding down his hot cock, she felt his hips rise up in response and he groaned with pleasure. She looked down at her very happy husband and smiled as she rubbed her hot box up and down his hard flesh.

He lay back, closing his eyes as she worked her heated lips along his appreciative member.

“Hey you’re not going to sleep on me Buster, are you?”

“No way Sweetie, I’m just taking this all in. Your hot pussy riding my cock, lovely tits hanging down in front of my face. It doesn’t get any better than this.” He smiled as his eyes joined hers.

Feeling very satisfied with herself so far, Sweetie rose up slightly, took her left hand to reach between her legs to guide his heated flesh into her. As she slid effortlessly over him, his head fell back and hips rotated up to meet her. Without mercy she ground down, firmly seating all of him deeply, and then she purposefully wrapped his hungry member with a tight embrace.

“That looks like a very happy man down there below me,” she purred as she fixed him with a sultry gaze and rocked with a slow rhythm along has shaft.

“Oh, God,” murmured her blissful husband, “Please fuck me!”

“Ha!” she said with great satisfaction. She rose up and slowly rode him into the bed, watching the expressions on his face. Happy with the results she smiled and allowed the heat to build within. His eyes were half slits as she pressed her swollen clit against his pubic bone, bringing great pleasure to herself. Throwing her shoulders back she forced him deeper inside of her and soft moans escaped her lips.

His hands reached up for her breasts, grasping them firmly. “I love your tits. I miss them so much when you’re not around.”

He rose up and buried his face between her boobs, his beard scratching at her aroused nipples. Then his tongue began to slowly encircle them.

“Ah, no, no Buster, you’re not going to make me cum, you lay back and enjoy the show,” she admonished him.

He fell back as she rode him and taunted him with her tits as they danced inches from his face. She sat back again to feel his dick rub further back inside her. His hands gently moved in circles over her flexing bottom, periodically grabbing them, firmly urging her deeper. Briefly his right hand left her left side as she came up to ride him down again.

Suddenly there was a sharp stinging sensation, as he brought his open hand on the full of her bottom. He spanked me! She realized after sharp intake of breath. She lost her rhythm as the sting first shocked her and the sensation traveled inward to her core.

His right hand returned to softly caressing her stinging cheek as she continued to writhe on his rock hard member. A few minutes later as she was coming down to grind herself into him, she hadn’t noticed that he had stopped rubbing her left cheek and his hand came out of the blue and smacked her with his open palm again. She was down hard on his dick and when she felt the sting, she dropped down further, which made him deeper. His cock swelled within her, a whimper and a sound of pure pleasure escaped her lips.

She looked down at her very happy husband and smiled as she rubbed her hot box up and down his hard flesh.

He lay back, closing his eyes as she worked her heated lips along his appreciative member.

“Hey you’re not going to sleep on me Buster, are you?”

“No way Sweetie, I’m just taking this all in. Your hot pussy riding my cock, lovely tits hanging down in front of my face. It doesn’t get any better than this.” He smiled as his eyes joined hers.

Feeling very satisfied with herself so far, Sweetie rose up slightly, took her left hand to reach between her legs to guide his heated flesh into her. As she slid effortlessly over him, his head fell back and hips rotated up to meet her. Without mercy she ground down, firmly seating all of him deeply, and then she purposefully wrapped his hungry member with a tight embrace.

“That looks like a very happy man down there below me,” she purred as she fixed him with a sultry gaze and rocked with a slow rhythm along has shaft.

“Oh, God,” murmured her blissful husband, “Please fuck me!”

“Ha!” she said with great satisfaction. She rose up and slowly rode him into the bed, watching the expressions on his face. Happy with the results she smiled and allowed the heat to build within. His eyes were half slits as she pressed her swollen clit against his pubic bone, bringing great pleasure to herself. Throwing her shoulders back she forced him deeper inside of her and soft moans escaped her lips.

His hands reached up for her breasts, grasping them firmly. “I love your tits. I miss them so much when you’re not around.”

He rose up and buried his face between her boobs, his beard scratching at her aroused nipples. Then his tongue began to slowly encircle them.

“Ah, no, no Buster, you’re not going to make me cum, you lay back and enjoy the show,” she admonished him.

He fell back as she rode him and taunted him with her tits as they danced inches from his face. She sat back again to feel his dick rub further back inside her. His hands gently moved in circles over her flexing bottom, periodically grabbing them, firmly urging her deeper. Briefly his right hand left her left side as she came up to ride him down again.

Suddenly there was a sharp stinging sensation, as he brought his open hand on the full of her bottom. He spanked me! She realized after sharp intake of breath. She lost her rhythm as the sting first shocked her and the sensation traveled inward to her core.

His right hand returned to softly caressing her stinging cheek as she continued to writhe on his rock hard member. A few minutes later as she was coming down to grind herself into him, she hadn’t noticed that he had stopped rubbing her left cheek and his hand came out of the blue and smacked her with his open palm again. She was down hard on his dick and when she felt the sting, she dropped down further, which made him deeper. His cock swelled within her, a whimper and a sound of pure pleasure escaped her lips.

She looked down at her very happy husband and smiled as she rubbed her hot box up and down his hard flesh.

He lay back, closing his eyes as she worked her heated lips along his appreciative member.

“Hey you’re not going to sleep on me Buster, are you?”

“No way Sweetie, I’m just taking this all in. Your hot pussy riding my cock, lovely tits hanging down in front of my face. It doesn’t get any better than this.” He smiled as his eyes joined hers.

Feeling very satisfied with herself so far, Sweetie rose up slightly, took her left hand to reach between her legs to guide his heated flesh into her. As she slid effortlessly over him, his head fell back and hips rotated up to meet her. Without mercy she ground down, firmly seating all of him deeply, and then she purposefully wrapped his hungry member with a tight embrace.

“That looks like a very happy man down there below me,” she purred as she fixed him with a sultry gaze and rocked with a slow rhythm along has shaft.

“Oh, God,” murmured her blissful husband, “Please fuck me!”

“Ha!” she said with great satisfaction. She rose up and slowly rode him into the bed, watching the expressions on his face. Happy with the results she smiled and allowed the heat to build within. His eyes were half slits as she pressed her swollen clit against his pubic bone, bringing great pleasure to herself. Throwing her shoulders back she forced him deeper inside of her and soft moans escaped her lips.

His hands reached up for her breasts, grasping them firmly. “I love your tits. I miss them so much when you’re not around.”

He rose up and buried his face between her boobs, his beard scratching at her aroused nipples. Then his tongue began to slowly encircle them.

“Ah, no, no Buster, you’re not going to make me cum, you lay back and enjoy the show,” she admonished him.

He fell back as she rode him and taunted him with her tits as they danced inches from his face. She sat back again to feel his dick rub further back inside her. His hands gently moved in circles over her flexing bottom, periodically grabbing them, firmly urging her deeper. Briefly his right hand left her left side as she came up to ride him down again.

Suddenly there was a sharp stinging sensation, as he brought his open hand on the full of her bottom. He spanked me! She realized after sharp intake of breath. She lost her rhythm as the sting first shocked her and the sensation traveled inward to her core.

His right hand returned to softly caressing her stinging cheek as she continued to writhe on his rock hard member. A few minutes later as she was coming down to grind herself into him, she hadn’t noticed that he had stopped rubbing her left cheek and his hand came out of the blue and smacked her with his open palm again. She was down hard on his dick and when she felt the sting, she dropped down further, which made him deeper. His cock swelled within her, a whimper and a sound of pure pleasure escaped her lips.

She looked down at her very happy husband and smiled as she rubbed her hot box up and down his hard flesh.

He lay back, closing his eyes as she worked her heated lips along his appreciative member.

“Hey you’re not going to sleep on me Buster, are you?”

“No way Sweetie, I’m just taking this all in. Your hot pussy riding my cock, lovely tits hanging down in front of my face. It doesn’t get any better than this.” He smiled as his eyes joined hers.

Feeling very satisfied with herself so far, Sweetie rose up slightly, took her left hand to reach between her legs to guide his heated flesh into her. As she slid effortlessly over him, his head fell back and hips rotated up to meet her. Without mercy she ground down, firmly seating all of him deeply, and then she purposefully wrapped his hungry member with a tight embrace.

“That looks like a very happy man down there below me,” she purred as she fixed him with a sultry gaze and rocked with a slow rhythm along has shaft.

“Oh, God,” murmured her blissful husband, “Please fuck me!”

“Ha!” she said with great satisfaction. She rose up and slowly rode him into the bed, watching the expressions on his face. Happy with the results she smiled and allowed the heat to build within. His eyes were half slits as she pressed her swollen clit against his pubic bone, bringing great pleasure to herself. Throwing her shoulders back she forced him deeper inside of her and soft moans escaped her lips.

His hands reached up for her breasts, grasping them firmly. “I love your tits. I miss them so much when you’re not around.”

He rose up and buried his face between her boobs, his beard scratching at her aroused nipples. Then his tongue began to slowly encircle them.

“Ah, no, no Buster, you’re not going to make me cum, you lay back and enjoy the show,” she admonished him.

He fell back as she rode him and taunted him with her tits as they danced inches from his face. She sat back again to feel his dick rub further back inside her. His hands gently moved in circles over her flexing bottom, periodically grabbing them, firmly urging her deeper. Briefly his right hand left her left side as she came up to ride him down again.

Suddenly there was a sharp stinging sensation, as he brought his open hand on the full of her bottom. He spanked me! She realized after sharp intake of breath. She lost her rhythm as the sting first shocked her and the sensation traveled inward to her core.

His right hand returned to softly caressing her stinging cheek as she continued to writhe on his rock hard member. A few minutes later as she was coming down to grind herself into him, she hadn’t noticed that he had stopped rubbing her left cheek and his hand came out of the blue and smacked her with his open palm again. She was down hard on his dick and when she felt the sting, she dropped down further, which made him deeper. His cock swelled within her, a whimper and a sound of pure pleasure escaped her lips.

She looked down at her very happy husband and smiled as she rubbed her hot box up and down his hard flesh.

He lay back, closing his eyes as she worked her heated lips along his appreciative member.

“Hey you’re not going to sleep on me Buster, are you?”

“No way Sweetie, I’m just taking this all in. Your hot pussy riding my cock, lovely tits hanging down in front of my face. It doesn’t get any better than this.” He smiled as his eyes joined hers.

Feeling very satisfied with herself so far, Sweetie rose up slightly, took her left hand to reach between her legs to guide his heated flesh into her. As she slid effortlessly over him, his head fell back and hips rotated up to meet her. Without mercy she ground down, firmly seating all of him deeply, and then she purposefully wrapped his hungry member with a tight embrace.

“That looks like a very happy man down there below me,” she purred as she fixed him with a sultry gaze and rocked with a slow rhythm along has shaft.

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