Travelling Pleasure

It had been an exciting drive so far.  The van had the aroma of a freshly used pussy, and the smell of pheromones was thick in the air.  The trip had taken about two hours, and in that time, my lovely wife had removed some clothes and played with herself as I drove.  It was an amazing journey, and my cock had been rock hard almost the whole time.  Now we had arrived though. Stepping out, we hoped the valet didn’t drown in the smell of sex radiating from our vehicle.  We gathered our composure and walked to the front door to check in to the hotel and find our room.  I was ready to get her alone and join in the fun that started in the van. After the menial requirements, pleasantries, and wandering about the halls, we arrived at our room.

Unbeknowst to us, our room had been upgraded; we opened the door to the pleasant surprise of a large two-room suite.  With most of my blood between my legs for the entire car ride, I was obviously ready to dive in and make the room smell as amazing as the car, but my wife reminded me that time was short before our presence was required at a meeting.

“Well, that sucks,” I thought, “but we can have fun later, I suppose.”

I found it tough watching her shower with the water flowing down her gorgeous body, and her hands lathering up those amazing tits and perfect round butt.  Reaching between her thighs, she scrubbed all the parts I wanted to have my face buried in.  I felt like she was teasing me, lingering in certain places and biting her lip as she glanced over her shoulder at me. Her soaked, deep brown hair gently clung to her shoulder and on down to her firm, perfect breasts, contrasting with her milky skin.  It was too much; my dick throbbed and longed for her body to be spread bare in front of me so that I could feast on every inch of her.

Off I went to the gathering with that beautiful woman in tow. I could tell she was catching some side glances from folks as we walked through the halls.  Dinner was uneventful, and even if it hadn’t been, I don’t think I would have noticed because of my wife.  I couldn’t take my eyes off her.  After the “evening” had concluded, we went back to the room.  We flirted, touched, and kissed as we walked the halls and rode the elevator.  When we arrived, we opened the door and stumbled inside while trying to strip the clothes off one another.

We went through the first room, shedding our clothes as we headed toward the bedroom. Just inside the door, she fell backward onto the bed.  I removed my underwear as she raised her hips and began to take off her thong.  Underneath, her trimmed mound made way to the folds of her glistening lips, wet with the excitement of the evening.

I leaned in and began to kiss her inner thigh, the smell of her juices leading me higher to the delicate flower above. My tongue traced her skin until it found her outer lip.  I licked slowly, gently, as I worked from top to bottom, making one pass and a second, but not a third because she grabbed my head and began pulling me to her face, her eyes wild and determined.

“I need your cock!” she almost growled as passion filled her face.

How could I respond?  I inched forward and parted her waiting pussy with my throbbing cock and slid it in inch by inch.  A low moan escaped us as we felt the warmth and fullness of one another.  We locked lips, and I withdrew from her dripping hole and slid in again, welcomed with the sounds of our groans.  Again I pulled out and penetrated her pussy.

We moaned and panted, sweat forming on our brows as my cock’s swollen girth and bulgy veins spread my lady’s tight and trimmed pussy.  Her lips parted with a sticky kiss at every entry of my swollen rod. With each stroke and slide of my dick out and back into her waiting hole, her sounds got louder, ecstasy sweeping over her more with every moment that passed. For more than a few minutes, the sounds and scent of sex filled our room. My mind was only on my wife and her supple tits bouncing frantically as I rammed my cock inside of her tight hole that dripped with her pleasure.

My hands roamed her magnificent body with each thrust. I could see the orgasm building; her face scrunched up, and her eyes closed as she moaned and softly grunted with pleasure amid the slippery sounds of our session.  She had already cum twice, but another was on the way, and so was mine.  I could feel the cum inside my heavy balls building, ready to paint the insides of my bride’s cunt.  With a few more thrusts, it overtook me.  My hands clenched her hair as I pulled her head back, my face going toward her neck.  I buried my lips on her soft skin as I began to moan uncontrollably. My muscles spasmed, my body clenched, and my dick and balls pumped, spilling shot after shot of hot cum inside her dripping pussy.

My wife’s moans had turned to screams.  She tried to muffle the sounds of sex as another orgasm swept over her, but feeling the cum inject into her and hearing the sounds of my own pleasure sent her over the edge.

After a moment of slow thrusting and heavy breathing, I collapsed.  Our bodies both lay limp from the pleasure that a great session of sex provided.  I snuggled my face into her neck and, letting go of the grasp I had on her hair, let out a long grateful sigh.

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