Forbidden Anniversary: Dirty Secrets Revealed

That was the weekend my husband and I took our sex life to a whole new level. It had been a superb summer so far. Summer holidays were over, but as is often the case in this part of our country, the best weather was still to come – after the kids were all back in school. Perfect timing for a naughty weekend away to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Both Carl and I were in dire need of a break. It had been a hectic twelve months, and we had both become bogged down with the pressures of family, work, church – and life in general. As often happens, this had taken its toll on our sex life. Sex had become less frequent and a bit monotonous. Time for some adventure! A friend had offered us a holiday cottage in a sparsely populated coastal settlement, on a peninsula renowned for its beautiful scenery and idyllic beaches. Although it was only three hours’ drive from our city, Carl had never been to that region, and I had not been there since I was a child. This was an opportunity to explore new territory – in more ways than one! In anticipation of our sexy getaway, I had purchased a new toy online. Now, I had used vibrators in the past, but they’d all left me wondering what the fuss was about. However, this particular one had received rave reviews, which had piqued my curiosity. It arrived with perfect timing just a couple of days before we were due to leave. I couldn’t wait until the weekend to try it out – I wanted to use it right away… and it did not disappoint! Oh. My. Goodness!!! Seriously, I had no idea a battery-operated toy could produce that level of sensation – it was incredible! This was certainly going to be a memorable weekend… We packed light for our time away: husband-rated lingerie. Check. Sensational new rabbit vibrator. Check. Bulk supply of batteries. Check. Digital camera. Check! With our three children taken care of for the duration, we set off with a real sense of freedom and anticipation – and a great action plan: The idea was to inject as much fun, passion and fantasy into four days as we possibly could. Heading out of the city, the Thursday afternoon traffic was light. With just one stop en route to pick up a few groceries, we made it to the cottage in good time. During the three hour trip, we had already begun to set the mood for the weekend by discussing some of the things we wanted to do to make the most of our time away. This sexy talk fired our imaginations and built our excitement level so that by the time we arrived we could barely keep our hands off each other. Like a pair of hormone-charged teenagers, we checked out the cottage’s interior… while also indulging in some seriously passionate kissing, and exploration of another kind! By then the sky was beginning to darken as the sun disappeared over the horizon. So we reluctantly pressed “pause” and turned our attention to more mundane matters, unpacking the car and settling in to our temporary love nest. The cottage location was all that we had hoped for – lovely park-like surroundings for walks (2 minutes’ walk to the nearest beach), a number of other beaches and scenic attractions within easy driving distance, and a small shopping centre close by. The cottage itself was tastefully furnished and well equipped, from the comfortable King-size bed to the modern kitchen appliances, stereo system and widescreen TV. I cooked a simple evening meal with food we had brought with us – tonight we were staying home! After dinner, I brought my new rabbit out to play. (Let’s see what this bunny can do!) Then Carl sat back and watched in awe and amazement as I climaxed again and again and again. One, two, three… 8, 9, 10 orgasms one after the other! Talk about sexploration – this was mind-blowing stuff! (Yes, I stopped after 10 – I was starting to suffer from sensory overload!) By this time Carl was completely turned on from watching me, and I was fully ready for an intense, orgasmic quickie! We finally collapsed, tingling and satisfied, onto the couch, rousing ourselves after a while to toast the first night of our sexual adventure with our favourite post-sex drink: lemon, lime & bitters. Cheers! Next item on the agenda, a restorative night’s sleep! Friday morning brought a relaxing sleep-in. I awakened to Carl bringing me breakfast on a tray, which I ate naked in bed. So wonderful to laze about with no clothes on, kissing and touching without fear of interruption. It was a beautiful cloudless day, so later that morning we went for a walk, hand-in-hand like a couple of newlyweds, to explore the local beach and surrounds. Being a normal work and school day, the beach was almost completely deserted – as we’d hoped. In fact, I was wearing a skirt with no knickers underneath, just in case! (We had already decided that it would be fun for me to go “commando” for as much of the weekend as possible.) Way down near the other end of the beach we could see someone walking their dog, but that was it. Taking advantage of this God-given opportunity, we found a discreet spot at our end of the beach and took a number of very explicit pictures of me sitting on a large rock with my skirt hitched up, in all my knickerless splendour! Of course, we also took some nice smiley shots of us and of the beach environment. We had to have some normal holiday pictures that we could show the children, after all! Back at the cottage, we ate a light lunch and then headed off for the first of our excursions into new territory. With Carl driving and me as navigator, we drove up-country for an hour or so over winding and, for the final stretch, unsealed roads towards our intended destination – a remote little bay that we had spotted on our map, near the very end of the peninsula. Our route took us up and over a small mountain range. At the top of one particularly high peak we stopped at a lookout point to take photos of the breathtaking view over forest-clad slopes to the valley below. (More photos that we could show the children!) Having committed ourselves to this trek to the middle of nowhere, we did wonder what our destination beach would be like, and whether it was going to be worth the time and distance. However, our persistence paid off. Unlike the long, smooth, white sand beaches near where we were staying, this one was rugged and pebbly. The combination of wind and tide made an impressive display as the waves crashed against some rocky outcrops. Best of all, there was nobody else around. No-one! I think we may have passed just one car driving away in the opposite direction a few kilometres before we reached the bay. And the way the road wound its way down the hill to the beach meant we would have an unobstructed view of any cars that approached the area. Yep – this isolated spot was ideal for more intimate photography! This time we took turns with the camera. Carl is the more experienced photographer, but with our “foolproof” digital camera I was also able to get some super-hot shots of him in a very turned on state. Using my mouth and hands to tease and arouse, I had very obligingly helped him get good and hard first… The beach was too rough and windy for swimming, so besides photography, we had to find other ways to amuse ourselves. With brilliant foresight, I had packed my lovely new adult toy. Now, I had used vibrators in the past, but they’d all left me wondering what the fuss was about. However, this particular one had received rave reviews, which had piqued my curiosity. It arrived with perfect timing just a couple of days before we were due to leave. I couldn’t wait until the weekend to try it out – I wanted to use it right away… and it did not disappoint! Oh. My. Goodness!!! Seriously, I had no idea a battery-operated toy could produce that level of sensation – it was incredible! This was certainly going to be a memorable weekend… We sat down and talked about our sexual fantasies, what we’d always wanted to try, and what we could do to make the most of our time together. It was a perfect way to build anticipation and desire. As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to sink towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the beach. We continued our exploration, discovering hidden coves and secluded spots, always keeping an eye out for any unwanted attention. By the time we returned to the cottage, we were both feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. I brought my new rabbit out to play. (Let’s see what this bunny can do!) Then Carl sat back and watched in awe and amazement as I climaxed again and again and again. One, two, three… 8, 9, 10 orgasms one after the other! Talk about sexploration – this was mind-blowing stuff! (Yes, I stopped after 10 – I was starting to suffer from sensory overload!) By this time Carl was completely turned on from watching me, and I was fully ready for an intense, orgasmic quickie! We finally collapsed, tingling and satisfied, onto the couch, rousing ourselves after a while to toast the first night of our sexual adventure with our favourite post-sex drink: lemon, lime & bitters. Cheers! Next item on the agenda, a restorative night’s sleep! Friday morning brought a relaxing sleep-in. I awakened to Carl bringing me breakfast on a tray, which I ate naked in bed. So wonderful to laze about with no clothes on, kissing and touching without fear of interruption. It was a beautiful cloudless day, so later that morning we went for a walk, hand-in-hand like a couple of newlyweds, to explore the local beach and surrounds. Being a normal work and school day, the beach was almost completely deserted – as we’d hoped. In fact, I was wearing a skirt with no knickers underneath, just in case! (We had already decided that it would be fun for me to go “commando” for as much of the weekend as possible.) Way down near the other end of the beach we could see someone walking their dog, but that was it. Taking advantage of this God-given opportunity, we found a discreet spot at our end of the beach and took a number of very explicit pictures of me sitting on a large rock with my skirt hitched up, in all my knickerless splendour! Of course, we also took some nice smiley shots of us and of the beach environment. We had to have some normal holiday pictures that we could show the children, after all! Back at the cottage, we ate a light lunch and then headed off for the first of our excursions into new territory. With Carl driving and me as navigator, we drove up-country for an hour or so over winding and, for the final stretch, unsealed roads towards our intended destination – a remote little bay that we had spotted on our map, near the very end of the peninsula. Our route took us up and over a small mountain range. At the top of one particularly high peak we stopped at a lookout point to take photos of the breathtaking view over forest-clad slopes to the valley below. (More photos that we could show the children!) Having committed ourselves to this trek to the middle of nowhere, we did wonder what our destination beach would be like, and whether it was going to be worth the time and distance. However, our persistence paid off. Unlike the long, smooth, white sand beaches near where we were staying, this one was rugged and pebbly. The combination of wind and tide made an impressive display as the waves crashed against some rocky outcrops. Best of all, there was nobody else around. No-one! I think we may have passed just one car driving away in the opposite direction a few kilometres before we reached the bay. And the way the road wound its way down the hill to the beach meant we would have an unobstructed view of any cars that approached the area. Yep – this isolated spot was ideal for more intimate photography! This time we took turns with the camera. Carl is the more experienced photographer, but with our “foolproof” digital camera I was also able to get some super-hot shots of him in a very turned on state. Using my mouth and hands to tease and arouse, I had very obligingly helped him get good and hard first… The beach was too rough and windy for swimming, so besides photography, we had to find other ways to amuse ourselves. With brilliant foresight, I had packed my lovely new adult toy. Now, I had used vibrators in the past, but they’d all left me wondering what the fuss was about. However, this particular one had received rave reviews, which had piqued my curiosity. It arrived with perfect timing just a couple of days before we were due to leave. I couldn’t wait until the weekend to try it out – I wanted to use it right away… and it did not disappoint! Oh. My. Goodness!!! Seriously, I had no idea a battery-operated toy could produce that level of sensation – it was incredible! This was certainly going to be a memorable weekend… We sat down and talked about our sexual fantasies, what we’d always wanted to try, and what we could do to make the most of our time together. It was a perfect way to build anticipation and desire. As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to sink towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the beach. We continued our exploration, discovering hidden coves and secluded spots, always keeping an eye out for any unwanted attention. By the time we returned to the cottage, we were both feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. I brought my new rabbit out to play. (Let’s see what this bunny can do!) Then Carl sat back and watched in awe and amazement as I climaxed again and again and again. One, two, three… 8, 9, 10 orgasms one after the other! Talk about sexploration – this was mind-blowing stuff! (Yes, I stopped after 10 – I was starting to suffer from sensory overload!) By this time Carl was completely turned on from watching me, and I was fully ready for an intense, orgasmic quickie! We finally collapsed, tingling and satisfied, onto the couch, rousing ourselves after a while to toast the first night of our sexual adventure with our favourite post-sex drink: lemon, lime & bitters. Cheers! Next item on the agenda, a restorative night’s sleep! Friday morning brought a relaxing sleep-in. I awakened to Carl bringing me breakfast on a tray, which I ate naked in bed. So wonderful to laze about with no clothes on, kissing and touching without fear of interruption. It was a beautiful cloudless day, so later that morning we went for a walk, hand-in-hand like a couple of newlyweds, to explore the local beach and surrounds. Being a normal work and school day, the beach was almost completely deserted – as we’d hoped. In fact, I was wearing a skirt with no knickers underneath, just in case! (We had already decided that it would be fun for me to go “commando” for as much of the weekend as possible.) Way down near the other end of the beach we could see someone walking their dog, but that was it. Taking advantage of this God-given opportunity, we found a discreet spot at our end of the beach and took a number of very explicit pictures of me sitting on a large rock with my skirt hitched up, in all my knickerless splendour! Of course, we also took some nice smiley shots of us and of the beach environment. We had to have some normal holiday pictures that we could show the children, after all! Back at the cottage, we ate a light lunch and then headed off for the first of our excursions into new territory. With Carl driving and me as navigator, we drove up-country for an hour or so over winding and, for the final stretch, unsealed roads towards our intended destination – a remote little bay that we had spotted on our map, near the very end of the peninsula. Our route took us up and over a small mountain range. At the top of one particularly high peak we stopped at a lookout point to take photos of the breathtaking view over forest-clad slopes to the valley below. (More photos that we could show the children!) Having committed ourselves to this trek to the middle of nowhere, we did wonder what our destination beach would be like, and whether it was going to be worth the time and distance. However, our persistence paid off. Unlike the long, smooth, white sand beaches near where we were staying, this one was rugged and pebbly. The combination of wind and tide made an impressive display as the waves crashed against some rocky outcrops. Best of all, there was nobody else around. No-one! I think we may have passed just one car driving away in the opposite direction a few kilometres before we reached the bay. And the way the road wound its way down the hill to the beach meant we would have an unobstructed view of any cars that approached the area. Yep – this isolated spot was ideal for more intimate photography! This time we took turns with the camera. Carl is the more experienced photographer, but with our “foolproof” digital camera I was also able to get some super-hot shots of him in a very turned on state. Using my mouth and hands to tease and arouse, I had very obligingly helped him get good and hard first… The beach was too rough and windy for swimming, so besides photography, we had to find other ways to amuse ourselves. With brilliant foresight, I had packed my lovely new adult toy. Now, I had used vibrators in the past, but they’d all left me wondering what the fuss was about. However, this particular one had received rave reviews, which had piqued my curiosity. It arrived with perfect timing just a couple of days before we were due to leave. I couldn’t wait until the weekend to try it out – I wanted to use it right away… and it did not disappoint! Oh. My. Goodness!!! Seriously, I had no idea a battery-operated toy could produce that level of sensation – it was incredible! This was certainly going to be a memorable weekend… We sat down and talked about our sexual fantasies, what we’d always wanted to try, and what we could do to make the most of our time together. It was a perfect way to build anticipation and desire. As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to sink towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the beach. We continued our exploration, discovering hidden coves and secluded spots, always keeping an eye out for any unwanted attention. By the time we returned to the cottage, we were both feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. I brought my new rabbit out to play. (Let’s see what this bunny can do!) Then Carl sat back and watched in awe and amazement as I climaxed again and again and again. One, two, three… 8, 9, 10 orgasms one after the other! Talk about sexploration – this was mind-blowing stuff! (Yes, I stopped after 10 – I was starting to suffer from sensory overload!) By this time Carl was completely turned on from watching me, and I was fully ready for an intense, orgasmic quickie! We finally collapsed, tingling and satisfied, onto the couch, rousing ourselves after a while to toast the first night of our sexual adventure with our favourite post-sex drink: lemon, lime & bitters. Cheers! Next item on the agenda, a restorative night’s sleep! Friday

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