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Several years ago, I was sent to a conference out of town. It necessitated a hotel stay, so I took my wife with me. When we got to the hotel that my secretary had booked for us and checked in, we found that the room was unlike any other we had stayed in.

It had a rustic lodge feel to it, with a lot of natural wood. The open floor plan rose two stories. As we walked in, the bathroom sat to our left, followed by a full kitchen and dining room. In the sitting area, we found a couch on the left-hand side with a TV on the right. A sliding glass door opened onto a small porch. Behind the downstairs television, a staircase led up to a small balcony that held a bed, another TV, and a transparent skylight directly over the bed.

“That’s cool,” I said, gesturing at the skylight.

“What if someone sees us?” she asked.

“I don’t think that is very likely,” I reply as we unpack for our two-night stay. But I knew that my wife was still nervous about the skylight.

I went over to her, grabbed her, and kissed her. She responded with passion as we dropped everything and started to undress each other. My shirt and hers hit the floor, and I kicked off my shoes as she removed hers.

We needed this escape from the stresses of life. We needed more of each other.

Soon we were holding each other as we stood naked next to the bed. My hands traced my wife’s skin as we kissed, then I nibbled her ear for a minute before kissing my way slowly down her neck. I paused for a bite or two, met by her moans. Then my lips traveled down her shoulder and to her breast. I kiss and suck all over both of them, avoiding the nipples to build her anticipation.

My wife squeezed me tight, then pulled me down onto the bed. I can’t wait to make love to her as she sits on top of me, sliding back and forth and rubbing her wetness on my shaft. But then the whole vibe was ruined; she reached over and grabbed a condom off of the nightstand.

She had been off birth control for a few months because she didn’t like the side effects, so all of our sex had been with protection. I hadn’t been able to feel the warmth of her pussy, the wetness of her juiciness, and I missed it so badly. I felt the pressure of the condom, and more as I slid inside her, but it was nothing compared to being one with her. It felt good as she rode me under the stars that shone through the skylight, but nothing spectacular, and I know she didn’t enjoy it as much either. We fell asleep holding each other.

The next morning I got up and went to the conference. It was a long day, and I was eager to return to our hotel room. As I open the door, I saw a long string attached to the doorknob. It led me into the bathroom where a note dangled from it.

“Follow the string, and you will find what you are looking for.”

From there, it trailed off to the kitchen. “Getting closer, but still too far away. I’m lonely.”

The next note sat on the bottom of the banister: “Cum to me! You are almost there.” I followed it up the stairs. It ended around the ankle of my beautiful wife, who lay on the bed.

I stopped to take in the sight. She wore a black babydoll dress, simple and silky. My eyes met hers, then traced down her figure. Her sexy chest was silhouetted by the thin material, nipples showing through. My gaze traveled from peaks to valley, the large breasts giving way to her slim stomach. The dress stopped at the top of her thigh, hiding her soft mound from my view. I followed the line of her thighs down her legs to her feet. I love to appreciate her body and could have happily stood there all day looking at her. I felt my cock twitch and a little dizziness in my head as blood started to swell my member.

“Are you happy to see me?” she asks.

“Very much,” I replied as I slowly knelt by her feet at the edge of the bed. I caressed her foot and rubbed my hands up and down her leg calf before untying the string she had threaded through the room. From that vantage point, I could look up the short skirt and see the soft folds between her legs. I ran my hands up and down her legs, caressing her skin, feeling her body. My nails brushed over her thighs but stayed below the hem of her dress, switching from leg to leg.

My dick was now fully erect, and I ached to have it out. I reached one hand up her leg, caressing the inside of her calf to the knee. Her smooth, soft skin invited my hand farther up to meet the crease of her thigh and hip. There, I ran a fingertip around her labia, tracing the opening and folds, moving things around, and spreading her open. Then I slid my hand farther still and trailed my fingers through the hair on her mound.

She sat up and kissed me, our mouths wide open, tongues caressing each other. But then she pulled away and guided me to my feet, while she remained sitting on the bed. Her head now level with my cock, she took her time undoing my belt and the button on my pants. Then slowly, she unzipped them, releasing my dick from its restraint. My wife kissed the tip and grabbed the shaft, giving it a few strokes before helping me finish undressing and having me lie on the bed.

My wife sat on my ankle, her warm wet pussy exciting me, and lay down straddling my leg with one breast on either side of my thigh. That alone felt sexy enough as she shimmied up and down my leg. But from there, my wife looked me in the eyes and grabbed the base of my shaft. She licked from my balls to the head of my penis. At the top, she found a white pearl of precum, which she greedily licked up. She wrapped her lips around the head of my penis and sucked me inside her mouth.

When my wife sucks me, I am always on the verge of cumming. It felt so good as she bobbed up and down. Having my leg nestled between her breasts was incredibly erotic, and the way she ground her pussy on my ankle had me wanting to shoot off my load right then.

I needed something to do other than run my fingers through her hair and guide her head as she sucked me. So I had her twist around until we were in the 69 position. It saddened me to lose the sensation of those magnificent tits and her wetness on my leg, but now I could play too.

She kept going on my dick while I gently kissed her pussy lips. I spread her open and kiss her up and down. Then I licked my way around her hole before burying my face between her legs and plunging my tongue as deep as it would go.

We got into a rhythm of licking and sucking each other. I slid a finger inside and started to stroke my wife’s G-spot, while my tongue focused on her clit. She looked out through the skylight above us, imagining someone looking in and seeing us, and it excited her.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she panted, and we change positions. As I lay on top of her, she reached for the condom on the nightstand.

I grabbed her arm. “Not yet, please,” I begged. “I want to feel my cock inside you. Just for a moment.”

“No, we need to be careful. What if we get pregnant?”

None of that mattered to me. I was beyond reason as I put my cock at her opening.

“It will be okay. Please. Just for a minute.” I got that excited feeling, the one like going down on an elevator that comes when we do something new or that has felt forbidden. That thrill hit me as I pushed inside her womanhood.

I pressed into her with little resistance. It was the first time in months that we had been together without that barrier, and it felt so good. How I loved the slick softness of her around me.

She squeezed my shaft as it went inside until I bottomed out. And there I stayed, pushing as deep as I could go. I focus on how it felt to be joined together, man and woman, without any restrictions. I could feel her move, breathe, squeeze—and I loved every bit of it.

“I want on top,” she said, and we twisted around. As we moved, we both knew that we should put on the condom. She reached toward it again, but I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me, kissing her hard.

“Are you sure?” her body seemed to say, and I answered her with another big kiss as we got into the rhythm of her riding me.

She looked so beautiful, sitting on top of me. She reached up, running her hand through her hair and leaning back as her gorgeous tits bounce lightly. Then she lay all the way down on me, our bodies in full contact now, and pushed me as deep as she could get me.

I started to spasm as the orgasm crashed into me. Stream after stream of warm cum coated her insides.

She could feel it, the warmth spreading, the spasms. Excitement washed through her as she realized the consequences of what just happened, and she came hard, panting, and calling out. Our rhythm slowed, and we lay together.

“Do you know what you just did?” she asked.

“I just had amazing sex with my wife,” I answered, smiling.

Nine months later, our family increased by one.

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8 replies
  1. ILoveMarriage says:

    Congratulations on the addition 🙂

    For future reference or anyone else reading this, diaphragms and sponges are effective forms of non-hormonal birth control and allow intimate contact. Diaphragms used to be very popular. They were getting hard to find, but are making a comeback. The sponge was discontinued for a number of years, but is available again.

  2. LovingMan says:

    I loved this story. Isn’t that a nice bonding memory you two created? And you have a child to prove it. This story is a great example of how sex is meant to be.

  3. Giants05 says:

    Such a hot story. Can certainly relate. We we're doing the condom thing for a while and sometimes it gets in the way of pure pleasure for sure. We did an afternoon hotel get away a few weeks back after dropping our daughter at an activity (story to come..lol)..sometimes I go in without protection and pull out but things were so intense and hot she wanted me to shoot my load in her as much as I wanted to..lol.
    Very well written

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