Ocean Heat: A Romantic Escape

The salty air whipped around us as we pulled up to the weathered sign for “Seabreeze Retreat.” It wasn’t much to look at – a small, unassuming B&B clinging to the cliffside overlooking the churning Atlantic. But it was perfect. I’d planned this anniversary trip for months, desperate to create an experience that would truly take Anne’s breath away. The idea of a private hot tub in our room had been brewing in my mind, a little white lie I felt justified in telling her. The thought of her delight, the anticipation in her eyes, was worth the deception.

As we checked in, the owner, a stout woman named Mrs. Higgins, informed us that we were the only guests for the evening. Aside from a newlywed couple who wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow, the entire establishment was ours. A wave of excitement washed over me, confirming my choice. But then, she mentioned the indoor swimming pool – a shimmering turquoise oasis tucked away behind the main building. It felt like the universe was conspiring to make this the most unforgettable anniversary ever.

The room itself was charming, decorated in a nautical theme with dark wood furniture and plush, cream-colored linens. And there it was, nestled in one corner: the hot tub, steaming gently under the dim light. It was even more luxurious than I’d imagined, a deep, circular pool filled with bubbling water. Anne gasped when she saw it, her eyes widening with pleasure. She practically sprinted over, cautiously dipping her hand into the warm liquid. “It is warm,” she murmured, a slow smile spreading across her face. Without hesitation, she shed her travel clothes, discarding her t-shirt and shorts before unfastening her bra.

“Now for your favorite part,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation, as she slowly pushed down her panties, exposing her luscious, dark brown pussy hair. The sight of it sent a jolt through me, a primal surge of desire. With a playful kick, she removed her underwear, turning to face me as she stepped fully into the water. “You going to just watch, or are you going to join me?”

My love for her felt like a tidal wave, threatening to consume me. “I think I’ll just watch for a few minutes,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky. “You are so beautiful. I am such a fortunate man.” It wasn’t a lie; it was the absolute truth. I caught myself swallowing hard, my throat suddenly dry.

“Then get a good look,” she teased, floating on her back, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, twin islands protruding from the water. Her loose, dark curls framed her face, creating a halo of sensuality. A small tuft of curls nestled between her legs was barely visible beneath the surface. It was a breathtaking sight, a testament to her beauty and allure.

As I gazed at her, I noticed a flicker of unshed tears in her eyes. It was then that I realized the depth of her feelings for me, her longing to reciprocate the love I felt for her. Wives, as they say, have a special gift to express their love to their husbands. It was time for her to unleash that gift upon me.

She climbed out of the hot tub, shaking the water from her hair, turning to face me as she did so. She caught my collar, pulling me close for a passionate kiss. “Get rid of these,” she murmured, releasing my collar. “You are over dressed for what I have in mind.”

Her words ignited a fire within me, a desperate need to be closer to her. She moved towards the king-sized bed, lying on her back in a spectacular pose, stark naked and spread eagle. She placed a towel beneath her bottom, patting the bedspread beside her in an invitation. The struggle of getting out of my Jockeys with a full erection while ascending the bed proved to be a laughably problematic affair, adding to the anticipation.

Finally, I managed to crawl up and lay beside her, my cheek resting against her warm breast. My hand instinctively moved down her tummy, finding her swollen pussy, slick with the anticipation of pleasure. As she tightened her hips, her legs began to quiver, and a low groan escaped her lips as she pulsed with the first throes of arousal. I could feel the feminine fluids seeping through my fingers, a tangible sign of her escalating desire.

The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming. I massaged her pussy lips, feeling the tiny erection forming beneath my fingertips. Her hips began to tighten further, pulling me closer as she demanded a passionate kiss. Then, her legs began to quiver uncontrollably, and a desperate groan escaped her lips, as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure. I felt her entire body throb with involuntary contractions, a symphony of sensation that left me breathless. It wasn't long before the inevitable arrived, and I was lost in her ecstasy.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, letting her afterglow flow through her, she placed her hand on my erection, whispering one question. “Doggy?” My smile widened in agreement.

She turned over, resuming her provocative position, her derrière spread wide, her lady bits on full display for my viewing pleasure. Holding her soft cheeks, I entered her warmth, feeling the heat radiate through my body. We lay there, entangled in each other, lost in the intoxicating moment.

With this much foreplay, and as tight as she was, it took only a couple of strokes for me to achieve the ultimate release. The sensation was explosive, a torrent of pleasure that washed over me, leaving me weak and spent. I came hard, lost in her intense satisfaction as she felt me fill her completely. She delighted in my intake of breath as she repeatedly squeezed my erection to savor every moment.

Finally, drained of all energy, I lay my chest on her back. We rolled onto our sides, continuing our intimate embrace until I grew soft and slipped out. I reached down and pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed, covering us both in a comfortable cocoon. Then, I spooned against her, our bodies pressed together, sharing a silent moment of bliss. As we drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of the waves and the warmth of each other’s bodies, I quietly said, “Happy Anniversary.” The memory of her ecstasy, her scent, and her touch would forever be etched in my heart, a testament to the power of our love.

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