Forgotten Rendezvous

The relentless demands of my life – six kids, a punishing work schedule stretching 80-90 hours a week – rarely afforded my wife and me the sanctuary of solitude. Yet, last year, we managed to carve out a precious weekend escape, a stolen moment amidst the chaos. We drove to a familiar vacation spot, a quaint town where we’d once shared our honeymoon 24 years prior. The sentimentality of returning to those hallowed grounds fueled our decision to rent a luxurious hotel room there.

To amplify the intimacy of our escape, I secured tickets for a paddle boat dinner cruise, mirroring the excursions we’d enjoyed during our honeymoon and subsequent anniversaries. Splurging on the premium tickets for our first evening, I anticipated a night of unparalleled pleasure. Upon arrival at the hotel, we instinctively shed our clothes, embracing our long-standing tradition of “naked trips.” Stripping away the layers of responsibility and expectation, we stood naked in the stark, brightly lit bathroom, a private world of anticipation.

My wife’s beauty ignited a primal excitement within me. Her firm, ample breasts, well-lit by the multiple mirrors, seemed to yearn for my attention. Her pussy, already tingling with anticipation, responded to my silent desire. I paced restlessly in our upstairs hotel room, the curtains open, allowing our private encounter to be witnessed by the outside world. A wave of exhibitionism washed over me as I stroked my hard cock, savoring the saltiness of the pre-cum on my tip, imagining the release that awaited us. My erection swelled, throbbing with the promise of ecstasy, fueled by the anticipation of her reaction.

As she emerged from the bathroom, her perky tits leading the way, she caught sight of me in my state of arousal and broke into a broad, knowing smile. Without a word, she glided towards me, kneeling gracefully before me and taking hold of my throbbing member. After a few moments of passionate kissing, she bent over, wrapping her warm embrace around the head of my member, sucking gently and swirling her tongue around the corona, eliciting groans of pleasure from me. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely.

With a sudden plunge, she submerged my entire cock into her throat, nearly taking half of me in the process – a feat she usually struggled to accomplish. After several cycles of thrusting her head up and down, she managed to swallow a couple more inches, unreservedly, until she gagged slightly on my manhood, which always sent shivers down my spine because I knew she was pushing her limits. She's never quite able to take it all, but the effort she puts in, especially after years of resisting oral sex, fills me with admiration and desire.

Once she reached her maximum penetration, I lifted her up and brought her lips to mine, initiating a passionate french-kiss, hoping to catch a taste of her pleasure. We stood together, and I turned her around, laying her gently on the bed, before returning the favor, relishing the sensation of my body against hers. I began kissing her inner thighs, slowly working my way upwards, her legs lifted over my shoulders, until I reached her waiting vulva, which was already throbbing with fervent passion. Her breathing grew heavy as I focused my attention on her pussy, which was slick with anticipation. The familiar scent of her aroused flesh filled my senses, a heady perfume that ignited my every nerve.

Slowly, meticulously, I licked her labia with my full tongue, a move she had previously confessed to finding intensely stimulating. I continued my exploration, working my way up to her clit, which was fully erect and engorged by this point. Continuing my uninterrupted caress, I gently stroked her clit with my warm tongue, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. She arched her back and whispered, "Ohhhh, yes!" as I continued licking her clit in slow, soft motions for several minutes, her breathing accelerating and her pussy becoming wetter and wetter. Alternating between gentle embraces and fervent sucking, I teased her, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

She always pauses before reaching orgasm with oral sex, self-conscious about cumming while my face is buried near her sex fountain. However, this time, as she attempted to push me away, I looked up from between her legs and said, “Not this time. Just let it go. I want to taste your cum.” To my surprise, she acquiesced, laying back and arching her neck so that she was staring at the headboard, and I returned to my task. She quickly arched her back, squeezing my head between her legs, and shrieked, "Ohhh, yes! OOOHHHH!" I could taste her cum fill my mouth, and my head floated, either from the pleasure of finally allowing my wife to cum in my mouth, or from the sensation of her thighs constricting around my head, I couldn't be sure.

Regardless, she sat up and took a deep breath, "I want you inside me, NOW! Get your dick in me!" My cock, hard and throbbing, responded instantly, and I quickly stood, ready to fulfill her desire. Her very wet and excited pussy swallowed my entire member in one swift movement, aided by her extreme lubrication. She shrieked again when my cock filled her completely, ramming into the end of her vagina. With just that initial penetration, she orgasmed, telling me to not stop.

I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy with relentless force, pounding her so hard that the bed slammed against the wall, drowning out the sounds of my pelvis and balls smacking her ass and the moist suction noises of my cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She screamed in ecstasy, non-stop for several minutes, losing track of when one orgasm ended and the next began. One of the joys of aging is the ability to last for extended periods before climaxing, so she always experiences multiple orgasms before I reach my own peak, but this time, she must have cummed 12-13 times. Initially yelling, “YES, fuck me hard! FUCK ME! Your dick is so big and hard! You feel SOOO good!” she quickly transitioned to begging me to stop. I LOVE reaching that point! The excitement of watching her beautiful mounds on her chest bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts, while she clenched the sheets and said, “I want to feel your cum explode inside me!”, finally broke through her restraint, and I erupted inside her pussy, several long streams of hot cum filling her up, then running out onto the floor with each new thrust.

I collapsed on top of her, relishing her favorite position, as she enjoyed the sensation of my weight on her body, then breathlessly whispered, “I love you so much,” before kissing her deeply, tasting the salty sweat she had produced on her lips during our session. Realizing we were running late for our cruise, we quickly showered to clean up before getting dressed, leaving just a few minutes until our departure time. We missed the cruise, but I wasn't disappointed at all, as that was the most incredible $150 I'd spent in a long time.

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