Snowbound Secrets in D.C.

The biting January air of Washington, D.C. clung to everything, frosting the cobblestone streets and turning the snow into a shimmering, icy blanket. It was my wife, Evelyn’s, 40th birthday, and in a desperate attempt to inject some excitement into our lives, I’d booked a weekend getaway to the nation’s capital. The kids were at Grandma’s, and we needed this time alone, a chance to reconnect amidst the bustling city. I’d found a quaint B&B nestled in the heart of DuPont Circle, hoping for a quiet respite from the usual routine. Upon arrival, the place had a surprisingly modern feel, all sleek lines and minimalist décor, but the warmth of the fireplace and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hinted at a cozy atmosphere. The room itself was stunning – a spacious haven with a luxurious, open-concept bathroom featuring a gigantic shower and a plush, king-sized bed.

After unpacking, we decided to venture out into the snowy wonderland that was D.C. We spent the afternoon exploring the Smithsonian museums, marveling at the treasures housed within their walls, a welcome distraction from the relentless demands of our daily lives. Dinner was planned for later, but we needed to freshen up before heading out. The B&B offered complimentary cocktails and wine in the common areas, so we each indulged in a glass of something bubbly before retreating to the privacy of our room.

As we slipped into the bathroom, the air hung heavy with the scent of pine and something subtly floral, the remnants of the complimentary wine. Evelyn, already feeling a little frisky from the sherry she’d enjoyed earlier, abandoned her robe and slid into the shower, the hot water instantly soothing her muscles. As she emerged, wrapped only in the provided white cotton robe, she turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Well, darling,” she purred, her voice husky with anticipation, “looks like we’re going to have a little fun.” She unbuckled my pants with a playful smirk, gesturing for me to join her on the bed. In moments, I’d tasted the sweetness of her lips and began my slow, deliberate descent down her body, my hands tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips. As I nibbled on her hardening nipples, feeling the warmth radiate through my body, she arched her back slightly, begging for more.

Now, ten years had passed since we first met, and I’d come to cherish every inch of her body, every curve, every scent. I continued my exploration, my tongue gliding over her smooth, pale skin, my fingers gently caressing the sensitive areas beneath her clothing. Then, she revealed the surprise of the evening – her pussy, now shaven and gleaming under the soft glow of the bathroom light. It was a stark contrast to the wild, tangled mess she’d possessed in our early days, but no less alluring. I savored the moment, relishing the feel of her perfectly smooth, clean flesh against my lips and tongue. I began to lick and suck, probing deeper, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Her pussy began to swell and engorge, responding eagerly to my touch, and I could feel the intense pressure building within her as she gritted her teeth. She reached down with both hands, spreading her lips wide open in anticipation, urging me to give full attention to the underside of her now enormously swollen clitoris. I flicked my tongue over her hard, erect ridges, teasing her with each slow, deliberate stroke. She trembled, her body writhing with pleasure, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow.

As I continued my ministrations, I reached up and took her perfect small breasts into my hands. I ran my fingers along the side and underside contours of these beautiful features, feeling the firmness of her sculpted muscle. Then, I rubbed and flicked her pert, perfect nipples, watching as her body tensed with anticipation. Her breasts and pussy were now fully swollen, and she was continuing to move and grind against my loving stimulation, her pleas growing more insistent with each passing moment. She moved her hands from her lips and took the top of my head, pushing me even more firmly into her drenched pussy. I took one hand and slipped two fingers inside her, finding the ridge of her G-spot as I rubbed and pressed against it.

My cock, which had been unattended to at this point, was fully hard and erect, responding to the visual stimulation of my wife so completely lost in the moment. She suddenly urged me to come up to kiss her. The taste of the sherry and her pussy juices mingled between our tongues, and then I plunged my cock into her. She wanted me deep inside, so I slid my rigid cock inside her glistening slit, initiating our passionate encounter. As I stroked inside her, she slid her right hand down to her clit, pulling her closer as I rose to pound her more vigorously. As I pounded my cock in and out of her pussy, she began to rub her clit more and more quickly, her movements becoming increasingly frantic. Suddenly, she tensed and moaned, a primal sound that vibrated through my body, and I could feel her pussy clench around my cock like a vise. Within moments, I was put over the edge, surrendering to the overwhelming surge of pleasure. I exploded with bursts of my cum, splashing inside her warmth, as she quivered with delight. We continued to exchange fluids, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, the sex cocktail we’d created mingling between our bodies.

When the waves of pleasure began to subside, I moved down to kiss her, both of us still breathing quickly and deeply from our orgasms. We clung to each other, lost in the lingering sensations, as the snow continued to fall softly outside our window. The warmth of the fireplace and the comfort of our shared intimacy filled the room, creating a sanctuary of pleasure and connection, a perfect ending to a perfect day. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but in that moment, we were lost in our own private world, united by the exquisite joy of our shared experience, a testament to our enduring love and desire. The taste of her pussy and the lingering warmth of her touch were the only things that mattered, a sweet reminder of the pleasure we had found together in the heart of D.C., a birthday gift to last a lifetime.

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Snowbound Secrets in D.C.

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