My husband used to travel a lot for his job. He would leave on Monday and come home on Friday. Occasionally, he would have to stay the weekend as well. On one such occasion, I told him I would leave our children with my parents and come to spend the weekend with him.
I went shopping and bought a white garter belt and stockings, white pumps, and a royal blue suit-dress. The jacket had a low cut neckline. The skirt was somewhat short but long enough to cover the stockings. Still, I had to be careful when I sat down. I had to catch a short flight and I usually dress comfy for air travel. But this time, I wanted to surprise my husband and look sexy when he picked me up at the airport. So I wore my new outfit for the trip.
The journey should have only taken 45 minutes to an hour, so I thought it would be easy. Little did I know the weather in our path. Air traffic control rerouted us to a different airport. We sat for an hour on the runway before they cleared us to take off for our destination. That "45-minute flight" lasted three hours! I got stressed out and uncomfortable in my outfit. I kept thinking I'd made a big mistake.
Finally, we landed. And there was my man, waiting anxiously with a big silly grin on his face! I don't know if we'd ever felt more happy to see each other.
We drove in the pouring rain to a seafood restaurant we both love. We got drenched as we ran from the car to the restaurant. No sooner had we ordered our food than the power went out. We couldn’t help but laugh at how this weekend was starting! After half an hour, the municipality got the electric service restored. Then the restaurant was finally able to prepare our meal. We ate, paid the check, and headed back to the hotel as the sky continued to dump buckets.
We made it to our room, again soaked to the skin and ready to get out of our clothes. I took off my jacket then my bra. Unzipping my skirt, I stepped out of it to reveal my garter and stockings. My husband's grin stretched from ear to ear as he checked me out. But after I let him enjoy the view a few minutes, I was ready to get those wet stockings off and enjoy some snuggle time.
We stood hugging and kissing, rubbing and grinding against each other. Apart for too long, we hungered for each other. Soom we fell into bed.
My baby nibbled my ear lobe, then kissed down my neck to my breast. His warm breath felt too good. He started licking circles around my nipples and then gently sucked them. As he continued to lick and suck, he added flicks with his tongue up and down over my hard nipples. Then his sucking grew more intense.
He reached down and started to finger me. My wet, juicy, plump womanhood invited his big rod to slide into me. Neither of us wanted to wait any longer. He rammed his cock into me, and we went at it hard. It didn’t take long for us both to explode together in orgasm. Afterward, we cuddled and fell asleep for an hour.
When we woke up, it was still raining. Opening the drapes, we lay together and watched it come down. I told my husband I was glad for the rain; it gave me an excuse to stay in our room all weekend!
I had packed another surprise for him: massage oil. I got him to roll onto his tummy so I could rub it into his arms, shoulders, and back. Next, I moved to dig my fingers into his cute butt, getting more turned on by the minute. I worked my way down his legs to his feet. Then I repositioned to straddle his oiled butt, sliding and riding it with my wet pussy. Before long, I orgasmed.
After that, I told him to turn over. I massaged his arms and chest and kissed him wildly. Then I took his big dick in my mouth. Oh, I love to lick and suck that cock. I bobbed up and down, letting his cock go all the way to the back of my throat. His responses told me he enjoyed every second, which added to my pleasure. But it wasn't enough for me. Eventually, I had to climb on him cowgirl style and ride him until I came again.
"Okay," he said, "your turn." He turned me on my tummy and rubbed my back and butt. Every third or fourth stroke he slipped a finger into my pussy, just often enough to keep me begging. Then he had me turn over on my back and massaged my big tits with the oil. Finally, he mounted me.
This time, he thrust long and slow, not fast and furious as in our first encounter that day. This was sensuous lovemaking. He whispered that he wanted to savor our moments together. Each hard, deep stroke brought me closer and closer.
I grabbed his ass and started bucking my hips and pulling him harder and deeper inside me. "Make me cum," I said, "Now! I've got to have you. All of you. Deeper. Harder. More!"
And then I felt my release. I gave a low guttural moan. Not a scream this time, just long moans as he let go. I felt his cum shoot inside me and his cock twitch and spasm as he began to moan too. We collapsed and cuddled until we felt like ordering room service to get our energy up for round three!