Going Around A Couple of Times (L)

My wife and I never seem to get away. We’re always booked up with kids sports, family vacations and work. My job is pretty demanding. So when we planned this Mexico getaway it seemed like it was never going to really happen. I was careful not to get my hopes up. Even when the resort reservations were made, the flights booked and the grandparents arranged to cover for us, I still didn’t dare believe we were both going to get away for three full days of time together.

But it happened, the plans came together and we were off.

We landed at the airport and met the driver, who was holding a sign up with our name on it. He took us to the all-inclusive, no-kids resort. It wasn’t a cheesy hedonist singles club or anything like that, just a resort for grownups. Most of the people there seemed to be couples in about the same situation as us, parents spending some of their hard-earned cash on a getaway – together. The resort was exquisite. A modern high-rise right on the shore of the “Mexican Riviera” with a 15th-floor balcony and a view out over the sapphire blue caribbean. The room was outfitted with a big, lush comforter on the king-size bed, and you could see directly out to the ocean. It felt wide open and private at the same time.

We grabbed a quick lunch in the cafe and then took a walk around the resort. There were beautiful flowers all along the paths and we listened to the gentle rolling sound of the sea as we walked. The bright sun and warm weather was a welcome contrast to the snow and cold of home. I wasn’t really thinking about sex – or at least not any more than usual – so I missed the innuendos she was making about “the rhythmic pounding of the waves” and how the humidity was making her “all wet and sticky.” Go figure, sometimes I am so dense.

What I did notice were her big beautiful nipples standing at attention through the light bra and tee shirt she was wearing. I am so in love with those nipples. They seem to have grown a little larger over time, and when stiff they are impossible to miss. They’re so beautiful sitting on her big, firm, beautiful tits. She’s 45 now, and I love her body more than I did when we married over 20 years ago. So I looked out the corner of my eye, through my sunglasses, snagging a glimpse of her nipple-bumps pressing through the fabric as often as I could. I snuck several glances as we walked through the hotel’s grounds and down by the beach. Today was turning out to be a perfect day, and I wanted it to last.

When we first got married, we would get all horny and rush into bed. We’d do a little foreplay, follow our horniness right from start to finish as fast as we could. It would be over before both of us wanted it to, and even though I was only 25 when we married, it was often difficult to get it back up a second time because my orgasms were so complete. She may have been able to go again, but once I came I wasn’t able to get hard for an hour or so. At that time we devised a way to make things last when we both wanted to build up tensions a little. The code phrase is “let’s go around a couple times” and what it means is that we’re going to get horny and then cool back off a few times before either of us come.

This has led to some amazingly intense, long orgasms for both of us. I seem to have a huge amount of cum when we do this, too. Anything is fair game when we do this – sucking, screwing, grinding and masturbation, as long as we back off before climax. It’s surprisingly hard to stop sometimes, but well worth it. And when we’re both ready to let loose, either one of us can call out “now” and then it’s a race to climax. Sometimes we can wind up and back down three or four times before giving in, and it can be hours between sessions. It can be the most frustrating and exciting thing!

Well, that day in Mexico, as we were walking back to the room, I suggested we “go around a couple times.” In a combination of disappointed “aw darn” reaction mixed with a little twinkle, she agreed. I got a big smile inside. I knew it was going to be a great day.

No use wasting time. When we got back to the room, we had barely gotten inside the door and I was all over her. As the hotel room door clicked shut, I grabbed her, holding her face and kissing her passionately. I gently backed her up against the wall and pressed my body against her as we kissed. My cock was starting to grow, and it felt great to push my hips forward, grinding my pelvis into hers. She responded by grinding back, tipping her hips forward so that her pussy would be more aligned with me, and she could get more of her mound into the action. We kissed and ground our sensitive parts at each other through our clothes for what seemed like four or five minutes. The tension was definitely building. By this time I was holding on to both of her ass cheeks with my hands and grinding into her. With her pushing back in perfect rhythm, it felt great. Our breathing was picking up as we continued to kiss. I suspect she could have come right there in her clothes, I know I could have, but it was way too soon. We were just beginning.

In a masterful show of restraint, she pushed me off of her and turned away, “Not yet.”

“Right. Let’s figure out how we want to spend the day,” I responded, catching my breath.

We worked up a plan: A little swimming and sunning, maybe a couple’s massage, then dinner in the hotel restaurant. Perfect plan. It was fantastic not to have any other responsibilities… just time to relax and spend time together.

It was 1:00 in the afternoon then, so before we headed down to the pool, I called the spa and arranged for a couple’s massage. Due to the fact this was an adult hotel, catering to couples, the massage experience was going to be a little different than anything we’d done before. One room, two masseuses, and the tables were set up side by side. When the massage is done, they let you stay another half hour or so to relax in privacy before leaving. Is it really so obvious couples want to have sex after a massage? What do they expect couples to do in that time?

Anyway, before the massage we had some time to burn. We were changed and down at the pool in a few minutes. The sun felt amazing. We had both been wearing sweaters, long pants and socks for a few months as the weather went from fall to winter. The golden rays and warm breeze on our pale skin was refreshing. As we got settled in to our cushy pool-side loungers it was impossible not to smile.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes. As I awoke I looked over at my bride of 20 years at my side. I was swept with a feeling of deep love and familiarity. This is the woman I met in college and fell instantly in love with. It was her beautiful long blonde hair and radiant smile that got my attention. It was her sweet, clever, adventuresome personality that hooked me. From the very beginning of our relationship, I prayed every day that, if it was God’s will that we be together, He helped me learn how to build a life with her that pleases Him. With that faith and prayer as the basis of our relationship, we have been through all of the ups and downs of life. Not once did we break up when we were dating, and not once have we ever strayed from each other. We have always been best friends, lovers and adventure partners. And, although we’ve been having sex together for so many years, I still get that electric feeling all over when I think about making love to her.

As I looked over at her, lying there in the sun, the unreleased tension in my balls began to draw my attention. Good thing my swimming suit was a little baggy, because I was sporting a full-on erection. It was actually a little worse than that… there was a wet spot forming at the head of my cock, where the pre-cum was seeping through the fabric. Uh oh. I scooted up in the lounger and brought my knees up a little to disguise the bulge. She must have noticed. Just as I moved and adjusted myself, I saw her stir a little and turn onto her side, facing me. We had carefully selected the chairs at the end of the row. To my left was a row of bushes, to my right, she was on her side facing me, with her back to the rest of the pool. Nobody could see what she was doing. When she rolled onto her side, she had carefully positioned her arms so that she could get easy access to her chest. With her arms crossed, she was rubbing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger over the fabric of her suit. And she wanted me to watch.

As she stared deeply into my eyes, she gently rubbed her nipples and smiled. She made no other movement, she’s so smooth. As I sat there I felt my cock grow a bit more. Leaving the pool area was going to be really difficult. My wife’s nipples are very sensitive. She can have orgasms sometimes just by rubbing them and squeezing her legs together. Watching her do this, knowing what it was doing to her was absolutely amazing. Her eyes began to get heavy and I could see her hips move just a little bit, thrusting into the air. Imperceptibly, slowly. Nobody would have seen it if they weren’t looking, but I certainly knew what to look for.

With a pleading stare, she seemed to be asking me if she could orgasm right then, right there.

“Not yet sweetie, soon enough,” I whispered, but I could barely contain myself. I wanted to pull my cock out right then and stuff it into her mouth while she orgasmed. We had just recently found out that she likes to have me in her mouth sometimes when she climaxes. She says the feel of my hard shaft feels so raw and purposeful, cocks are made for sex, and sucking on it while she’s working toward climax makes her feel sexy. I agree, for sure. But then was not the time. We couldn’t have her coming yet. So she rolled over and began to sun her back side. I think I saw her dry-hump the lounger a little… at least I’d like to think so.

Soon enough it was time to get our stuff together and go to our massages. Not much was said as we both slipped our shirts on, stepped into our flip-flops and headed over to the spa. We held hands as we walked, her hand felt soft, warm and sensual. Mine larger, stronger and tingling with sensation as we touched.

We got to the spa. I headed to the men’s locker room, she to the women’s. Within a few minutes, after the respective attendants gave us keys, robes and a place to stash our stuff, we both emerged into the waiting room. The room smelled like mint and some other flower I can’t name. The smell was strong and relaxing. Within a couple minutes we were greeted by our masseuses who walked us both to the massage room.

It was just as I had pictured – dimly lit, smelling of more of that mint-and-flower combination. In the center of the room were two massage tables, close enough I would be able to hear her breathe. Far enough apart that the masseuses could get around. In privacy we both got naked and slipped under the sheets of our tables, face down.

For the next hour I fell in and out of sleep. My massage had been a blur of warm oil, minty flower smells and deep relaxation. When it came to the part where I needed to roll over, I was extremely happy to find that my erection had subsided long enough to avoid embarrassment while the masseuse worked my arms, legs and chest. I caught a couple glances over to my wife, she appeared to be feeling the same way I was. So relaxed it almost felt like a dream. When the massage was over, we both laid motionless as the masseuses left the room. One of them noted that we’d hear a soft gong when our time was up.

I have a fantasy of being completely relaxed after a massage, and receiving a happy ending. From my wife, of course. In my fantasy, the massage ends with me on my stomach, with my cock and balls hanging down through a hole in the table. In my fantasy, I remain still as she applies warm oil to me and massages me to orgasm. The best part of my fantasy is that I just lay there, deeply relaxed, and never move a muscle. I just let it all happen while I melt into the table. She knows that about me, and saw this as a time to play that fantasy out a bit. No hole in the table, and no orgasm, but at least the warm oil over my cock and balls while she strokes me. That could happen.

We were both definitely on the same page. As the door clicked shut she climbed off her table slowly and walked over to the oil bottle sitting on the warming pad on the counter. Completely naked in the warm air of the massage room, my wife stood next to my table and pulled the sheet off of me. Rubbing her hands together to distribute the oil evenly between them, she stared at my cock. It was hard. Very hard. And dripping a little pre-cum onto the hair of my stomach. She reached out to me and cupped my balls with her hands covered in warm massage oil. I have never felt anything like it. The combination of the intense sensation in my already-teased dick, ultimate relaxation from a massage, warm oil on my sensitive skin and the loving smile of my wife made the most amazing sensation I have ever felt.

As she cupped my balls with her left hand, she slid her right hand up to my shaft and began stroking. As the warmth of the oil touched the sensitive head, I experienced another warm, overpowering wave of sensation. This was amazing. Better than the fantasy. I opened my eyes a few times to see her while she pleasured me. As she stroked, the muscles in her arms and chest contracted, causing her tits to move up and down, back and forth. So hot. Her nipples were so big, her tits so engorged with passion that her skin was blotchy and it almost looked like she was heavy with milk again, although those days were long gone.

As I watched her breasts sway back and forth and enjoyed the oily cock massage, I reached my arm down off the table. I found her hips and reached around to find her pussy. She was standing up, and the pussy juices were literally running down her legs. I could feel the wetness extend from her hot lips all the way down toward her knees. Knowing how hot she was pushed me a little too close to my orgasm, so I reached my other hand up to hold her hands, stopping the stroking and ball-fondling. I did not want to come yet!

My hand found her clit. She spread her feet to shoulder width, spreading her legs and bending her knees a little so I could get access to her clit, lips and wet hole. Leaning forward, the side of her hip against the table to brace herself, I gently explored her wetness and rubbed her clit with my finger. Occasionally I’d drive two, eventually three fingers deep into her pussy and reach up deep inside to rub her g-spot. Before we were done, she was resting her weight on her elbows, legs spread standing almost like a frog, thrusting her wet pussy down onto my hand. And then, I stopped.

Even though we both know what it means to “go around a couple times” it’s always hard to stop. But I was going to. Right then. I am pretty sure I saw a quick flash of anger in her eyes – she wanted to get off badly. She wanted to release the energy built up inside of her. She wanted the throbbing in her clit and in her nipples to peak. But I was not going to offer satisfaction. This was way too good and we had more to do that day. It was difficult for me too… my cock was an oily, pre-cum dripping mess. The pressure building up in my balls was immense. But we both wanted it to last. So no orgasm right now. That was the agreement. But we weren’t going to be able to last much longer.

With a playful smack on the ass I hopped off the table and turned dashing for the door and off to the men’s locker room. She broke out into a near sprint too. I think we would have been able to go a little faster, had we not been wearing those terrycloth and rubber spa slippers. But we both were fast enough to get to the locker rooms, get dressed and head out to the entrance area in a couple of minutes. I had less clothing to put on, so I beat her by about 60 seconds. From there we held hands and walked with a purpose… across the resort grounds, through the lobby to the elevator and up to our 15th floor room. We were alone on the elevator, but I didn’t dare go after her in there. We wouldn’t have been able to stop and would have probably stripped and fucked right there.

Just a little more restraint…

We burst into our hotel room like we were racing each other for a million dollars in cash. Once the door slammed shut behind us, we stripped in record time. I pressed her up against the same wall as before, but this time we were both naked. Instead of a dry-hump, her pussy was wet on my leg as I pressed forward. It took me a couple tries to line up, but in just a few seconds I was inside her, pushing her upper body against the wall with my chest and pounding her throbbing, teased pussy with my cock for all I was worth. I was still not going to come – just out of sheer willpower. I was not ready yet, we were going to do some things first.

The best thing about hotels is that you really don’t have to pay any attention to the sounds you make. Who cares, right? As I fucked her against the wall, I was grunting like a baboon and she was panting and squealing with each stroke. I was slamming her hard. Hard enough for her clit to be getting a serious thumping. I could feel her body shake with pleasure each time my pubic bone banged into her pelvis, grinding her tender nub between us. Somewhere along the line I got a mouthful of tit and started sucking on her nipple. While that was going on she was digging her nails into my ass, pulling me into her as hard as she could with each thrust.

I had about all of this I could take, so instead of shooting into her pussy I backed away, took a deep breath and led her to the bed. While she was climbing onto the big, down duvet and shedding the last bits of clothing, I walked over to the big sliding doors, opening them to let the warm breeze and ocean sounds in.

When I turned to head back to the bed, I absolutely loved what I saw. In her left hand was her right breast. She was pulling on it and rubbing her nipple for all it was worth. Her right hand was three fingers deep into her pussy and she was finger fucking herself with abandon. She glanced over at me as I approached the bed and gave me an intensely passionate, yet partially vacant look. She was deeply engrossed in the sensations of her pleasure and felt comfortable enough to just go for it. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. In fact ,this scene has been the source of several masturbation sessions over the past couple weeks while I’ve been on the road for work.

It was glorious. We were both so horny and fired up, and so completely in love with each other, that we were lost in our passions without any self-consciousness or hesitation. As I watched her fuck herself and grind into her hand, I climbed up onto the bed and knelt by her head. She knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to suck my cock while she lost herself in her orgasm. I reached down and began to rub her free tit. She sped up her motions. This was so good. She turned her head toward me and swallowed my hard cock in one gulp. All the way down. I had to bend it down a little to make it reachable, but this position really worked. It was especially good when I leaned over her and braced myself with an arm on the headboard.

Moving her neck back and forth to piston her mouth up and down my cock, she was lost in herself. I knew she wanted the feeling of my cock in her mouth and down her throat, but she wasn’t focused on it. She was focused on the pounding in her clit. My cock was just icing on the cake – a big throbbing sexy toy for her to add to her orgasmic immersion. By this time her three-finger pussy pounding had switched over to become a feverish clit-rubbing. Her hand was moving so fast I almost couldn’t see it. The way her back was arching, I knew she was approaching the edge.

As the waves of orgasm grabbed ahold of her, we locked eyes. Her body convulsing, my shaft in her mouth. I immediately pulled out and dropped down, pressing my cheek to hers. I love to hear her breathe when she comes. Her hot breath was in my ear as she let out several deep, guttural grunts. Her hand was continuing its work on her pussy, and she seemed to orgasm for 30 or 40 seconds. Her convulsions were unrestrained, and she curled and bucked with abandon. It was so hot.

She was still twitching and her orgasm hadn’t really completely subsided when she gasped out the words, “Come on my chest, baby!”

I love stroking my cock in front of her, and I especially love shooting all over her tits, so I didn’t need to be told twice. Quick as a flash I was back up on my knees on the bed pounding myself with my right hand, leaning over her body and supporting my weight on the headboard with my left hand. It didn’t take long. With the hours of pent-up energy boiling in my balls, and the beautiful scene stretched out in front of me, I was close to orgasm before I even really started. She was on her way to climax number two – or maybe continuation of number one – as I stroked myself over her. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and her hands were going hard after her own pleasure.

When I came, I felt like I was about to lose consciousness. I leaned back and pumped at least eight or nine shots of cum onto the soft skin of her breasts. I stretched from the right one to the left, covering her nipples, cleavage, side-boobs and everything in-between. This spurt of hot cum coincided perfectly with her ultimate shuddering and release. It was probably the most intense and complete orgasm I had ever had. I could tell by the look on her flushed face she had a massive orgasm too. We both twitched and gasped for air as we wound down from our giant orgasms.

And then she started laughing. We both laughed. It was a laugh of complete exhaustedness and playful fun. It was the laugh of two people completely in love with each other. Then we collapsed together, pressing my cum between us and her hugging me – putting her hands, wet with pussy juice, on my back. We dozed off for about an hour, then we got up and went to dinner.

The rest of the vacation was pretty tame, we didn’t have any more sex… why bother? We had just created a masterpiece together and were completely spent. The next few days were spent laughing, laying in the sun and eating great food. By the time we returned home we were completely recharged and ready to jump back into being busy parents. And neither of us will ever forget it.