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A few years ago, my wife and I went on a week-long vacation with my brothers and family, staying at an amazing hotel in Montana. Our room had two queen-size beds, so we had the children sleep in one so that we could quietly make love in the other. We had sex nearly every night that week and some afternoons during their nap. The next-to-last night, though, our four-year-old son and three-year-old daughter didn’t sleep well and came to our bed, nixing any adult play. (I guess we didn’t tire them out enough that day.) So all day today, we teased each other in hopes that tonight will be better.

When I woke up this morning, she rubbed me and wished me a good morning, then went into the shower without bothering to close the door. She knew what the sight of her naked with soapy water cascading down her form would stir in me. Right then, I decided to I’d need to repay the “favor.”

While I took my shower and dressed for the day, my wife got the kids ready and took them to the dining room.  Once I dressed, I joined them. Just as I was about to grab a plate at the buffet breakfast bar, she sidled up behind me in my blindspot and brushed against my back.

“Your feast is on the table, and your brothers are waiting!” she said, and before I could react, she moved away. When I reached the table, she sat in such a way that the bottom of her breasts brushed the tabletop. Oh, my, how I love that view!

“Why?” I mouthed, and then we all ate together. Every time, she turns me on, and then I spend time with my brothers and their spouses and my children, a chaotic crowd. Then a few minutes later, when she was about to take my pancake plate away, I said, “I’m not finished.” I winked, communicating the right message.

“Oh, you want more of the sweet stuff? You like eating things that get you sticky, I know. I’ll make sure you get what you need.” She said it softly, though no one paid any attention to our little exchange. She left and returned with more pancakes doused in maple syrup, then turned and brushed her bottom against the table, winking as she bit her lip.

My eyes widened just for a second before I resumed the bland meal—at least, compared to the one I had in mind!

After breakfast, we went skiing. My wife’s ski pants were well padded but tight enough that my touch would resonate through them. As I helped her into her skis, I surreptitiously rubbed her lady bits. After that, I left her hanging and went skiing while she and one of the aunts took the youngest kids to the bunny slope. Payback accomplished!

When we returned to the lodge, we had only enough time to steal a kiss before the shuttle left for the hotel. But once there, my wife and I both took every opportunity to rub and tease, rub and tease.

We all spent the afternoon in the indoor swimming area, letting the kids enjoy the water slide and pool supervised by their teenage cousins. My wife sat beside me in the hot tub with all the adults, and we took a few photos together to post on social media. Boy, did she look hot in her two-piece bathing suit! The bubbling water gave the perfect cover for me to rub her some more, and she pinched the top of my cock.

That’s when I felt a splash beside me. The kids had left the kiddie pool and joined us. We had to move our party indoors.

After changing, the adults had a few drinks (my eldest brother, the “fun” uncle, volunteered to abstain and chaperone the kiddos), then my wife and the other ladies called an Uber ride and went shopping at a nearby mall. With a sly smile, my wife informed me that she wanted some low cut dresses for upcoming holiday parties.

For our last night together, the cousins all decided to have a sleepover, carrying the covers from their beds to “fun uncle” and his wife’s room. So we had ours all to ourselves for the whole night. How would we ever fill the time? (You can probably guess. ?)

My wife opted first for a relaxing bath in the jacuzzi tub. I undressed and peeked through the doorway to see her lazing with her head propped on the edge of the tub, her nipples rising and falling at the waterline, and the tips of her long bob grazing the surface. The all-day teasing and this gorgeous sight in front of me ensured that I rose to the occasion. Before I joined her in the tub, though, I found the silicone lube in the nightstand and applied some.

She never opened her eyes as I stepped into the water, just leaned forward and scooted to give me room to settle behind her. Once seated, I lifted her by the hips and drew her down on top of me, entering her with ease.

“Ah!” she gasped, reaching back to catch hold around the back of my neck. “I didn’t expect that!”

I kissed the side of her throat as I slowly thrust in and out, trying to keep most of the bubbly water inside the tub. “That’s what I’ve been thinking all day,” I said.

We moved rhythmically, our moans and grunts and groans and pants filling the air. After all the teasing, it took us only a few minutes to finish, but neither felt satiated. So I got out and dried off, then helped my sexy wife out of the tub, and tenderly dried her. Scooping her into my arms, I carried her to the bed and dropped her.

“I am going to have the meal of my life,” I said.

“Feed me, too,” she insisted as my mouth landed on her, so I turned around and flipped us both, putting us into the “69” position. Neither of us needed words; we just attacked each other, her mouth gliding up and down my shaft until my lips and tongue made her cum gloriously again. Then I had her ride me, and she went all-in for a third and final earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

We cuddled and slept together, only to be woken up by our son and daughter thundering through the door from my brother’s adjoining room. Good thing, I put my pajama pants on when I woke up to pee in the middle of the night! My wife stayed under the bedsheet while I guided my children to the bathroom for morning toothbrushing, giving her enough time to put on a nightgown. Its wrinkle-free state reminded me that she had not used it that night, which only made my morning wood harder.