Friday Evening

This weekend has been almost as highly anticipated as their honeymoon, with reservations made weeks ahead of time, childcare arranged with grandmother from out-of-state, and two lovers approaching the motel check-in desk with blushing and giddiness.  They were now finally getting away to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary–which actually was months ago.

The door clicked behind them after he had ushered her into the room, and they quickly surveyed the king-size bed and heart-shaped jaccuzzi.  Alone!  At last!  No interruptions from anyone till Sunday afternoon!

There really wasn’t much to say, as they were so totally in love that words were not imminently necessary.  It was clear what their needs were, and so the festivities began almost immediately.  Grocery bags were opened, and a miniature feast of soda pop, junk food, and a roast chicken was spread out on the bed.

With each bite or two of food, Angela and Chris stripped each other of another article of clothing.  As they tore with their bare fingers and savored the dripping greasy poultry flesh and licked each other’s skin clean, they stopped now and then to reveal a little more of their own naked skin, and to lick and kiss the newly bared human skin.

By the time Chris was picking the last bits of breast meat from the bones, he and Angela were nude, and her soft breasts were pressing into the muscles of his thigh as she bent to take his stiff boner into her mouth, and tried to swallow his member whole.

It was still attached to his body, of course, but the sensation from trying was exquisite.

Chris and Angela both wanted a hard orgasm now, right away, no dilly-dallying, there would be plenty of time for slow tenderness later on, and so he rolled her over, penetrating  her hungry vagina with his stiff engorged member, and handing her the battery-operated vibrator they’d laid on the nightstand.  Between her touching her own clitoris in just the right way using  the buzzer and his quick relentless penile pumping, they both reached a thunderous climax in no time at all.  He continued driving into his dear wife for a few more minutes before he got soft, allowing her to take a few more climaxes before they had to separate.

They melted into each others arms for a slow prolonged luxurious post-coital French kiss, feeling their hearts slowing down to normal.  Chris looked into Angela’s green eyes as they sparkled back at him, and he felt he could literally burst with joy and gratitude.

And they both knew that this would be the beginning of a beautiful weekend alone…