Wild River Rendezvous

The air hung thick and humid, buzzing with the insistent drone of cicadas as we pulled up to the cabin. It was exactly as my friend had described: isolated, clinging precariously to the edge of a sheer cliff face overlooking the churning, jade-green waters of the river. The gravel road leading to it felt like a desperate plea for attention in this wilderness, and the lack of cell service was a welcome relief from the constant demands of modern life. Sally, my wife, let out a little gasp as she took in the scene, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. We'd been married for just over a year, and while we enjoyed a healthy dose of physical intimacy, this trip felt like a step into uncharted territory. We were both 31, fit and active, but there was a primal energy in this remote location that seemed to ignite something within us both.

As we unloaded our gear, the hot tub, a glossy black behemoth, caught my eye. It was positioned just outside the back deck, a tantalizing invitation to abandon ourselves to the heat and the view. Sally, never one to resist temptation, immediately grabbed her bikini from the bag and headed for the water. "Why are you doing that?" I asked, my voice a low rumble. She turned, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and replied, "Do you think it's okay?" "Of course," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Who's going to see us?" We stripped down, the cool air raising goosebumps on our skin, and eased ourselves into the steaming water. The scent of pine needles mingled with the chlorine, creating an intoxicating aroma. The sun beat down on our backs, warming us from the inside out. The river roared below, a constant reminder of our isolation.

The next morning, we decided to explore the surrounding area. The hike was challenging, the path steep and treacherous, but the panoramic views were breathtaking. The dense forest stretched out in every direction, broken only by the occasional rocky outcrop. Sally kept glancing back at the cabin, a restless energy radiating from her. Finally, I said, "Let's go check out that hot tub." She readily agreed, and we made our way back to the deck. As she slipped into the water, I noticed the way the sunlight glinted off her skin, the curve of her hips, the way her breasts strained against the fabric of the bikini. It was a potent combination of beauty and vulnerability.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I joined her in the water, the heat immediately soothing my muscles. As we sat there, submerged up to our necks, I reached for her, my hand finding its way to her breast. She shivered slightly, a visible tremor running through her body. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her skin, and kissed her gently. It was a slow, deliberate act, designed to build anticipation. She responded with a soft moan, pulling me closer. I lifted her up, supporting her weight with one arm, and started sucking on her nipples. She arched her back, her body tensing with pleasure. It was the beginning of something wild, something primal.

As we continued to explore each other's bodies, my attention shifted to her arousal. She was hard, her clitoris throbbing with anticipation. I reached for her, my fingers gently probing the sensitive area. She whimpered softly, pushing me back a little. I persisted, continuing my exploration, until finally, she let out a sharp gasp and pulled me close. With a swift movement, she began jerking my cock, her hands working with a frantic energy. I kissed her passionately, my lips covering her mouth, my tongue tracing the curve of her teeth. My own arousal peaked as I felt the intense pressure against my cock. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Suddenly, I felt the need to take control. I lifted her up, supporting her weight with one arm, and turned her over so that her back was facing me. I then began sucking on her nipples, deep and hard, my mouth working in rhythm with her moans. She struggled against my grip, but her efforts were futile. Her body relaxed completely, surrendering to the pleasure of my touch. The heat intensified, spreading through my veins like wildfire. The scent of her sweat filled my nostrils, intoxicating me with its primal allure.

As I continued my assault, I noticed a shift in her breathing, a deeper, more rhythmic quality. She was clearly reaching the peak of her arousal. With a final, desperate gasp, she released her grip and let me take over. I plunged my mouth into her pussy, pulling her close and locking my lips around her clitoris. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me. We clung to each other, lost in the moment, our bodies writhing in unison. The river roared below, a silent witness to our passion.

Then, as if on cue, Sally grabbed her purple vibrator from her bag and positioned herself on all fours, her gorgeous butt in the air, her hands resting on the side of the hot tub. She looked out at the river, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want you to fuck me with the vibrator while you lick my asshole," she said, her voice barely a whisper. It was an unusual request, but I was too aroused to argue. I immediately dove in, working the vibrator with one hand, my cock in the other, and my tongue inside her butt. I moved the large vibrator in and out, feeling her muscles tense and release with each stroke. As I continued my assault, she began humming, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.

At some point, she took over, using her own hands to manipulate the vibrator while simultaneously licking my cock. The combination was intense, almost unbearable. I felt my body losing control, my muscles seizing up, my mind slipping away. But I couldn't pull away, not now. Not when I was so close to the edge. The heat built to a fever pitch, threatening to erupt from my pores.

“Do you want me to cum now?” she asked, her voice breathless. “I want you to cum so hard right now, all over my face,” I replied, my body trembling with anticipation. She thrust her butt back into me and convulsed over and over again while screaming louder than usual. She kept her purple stud on her clit and said with a smile on her face, “I’m still cumming, give me a second.” I kissed her breasts while she finished and then sat down next to her. “This isn’t over yet. It’s your turn now,” she whispered into my ear. “I’ve got something special for you.” With my curiosity at an all-time high, “What do you have in mind?” I asked. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll show you.”

We toweled off and went into the bedroom. She pulled out a bottle of lube and told me to lie down. “It felt so good when you were licking my butt, I wanted to try something new.” She then grabbed my cock and started sucking it. She pulled back and opened the bottle of silicone lube and poured a generous amount on her hands. “I just had a great idea that I think you’ll like,” Sally said. “Just enjoy.” She started with one finger, then two, deep inside my ass. At the same time she was fingering me, she was sucking my cock. “Do you want more?” she asked. “I want it all,” I exclaimed. We had played before with fingers, but never toys. She reached around and pulled out her purple vibrator, and turned it on. Coating it with lube, she plunged it into my asshole. I knew I couldn't last long. In and out, sucking me at the same time, I was on the verge of cumming. Then I heard the words I never thought I’d hear. “Shoot it all over my tongue baby,” she said. She pulled her hair back, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I shot stream after stream of hot, sticky come all over the tongue, in her mouth, and on her face. She slowly pulled the vibrator out of my butt and wiped the cum off her face into her mouth, and swallowed. We’d never done that. “That was amazing baby,” I said. “Three more days here,” Sally replied, “Never know what else might happen.”

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