? Couples Resort (L/F)

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Couples Resort

My wife and I love to tell each other sexual fantasies while engaging in sex.  My wife loves to hear voyeuristic fantasies, including watching others being sexual and being watched by others.  This is one such fantasy as told to her during a rare Saturday afternoon tryst. . . . . . . . . .

We checked into the front desk, and it was what you would expect from a high-end vacation resort.  There were people in the stylish and tasteful foyer, and across the way was a bar where a woman sang on a stage in the background.  She wore a long, very form-fitting gown that accentuated her sensual and graceful movements. All of this, along with her voice, set the atmosphere for what promised to be a great Christmas gift.  We had been fortunate to get a last-minute booking, with Christmas only a week away.  The resort itself was set against a backdrop of beautiful snow-covered mountains, visible through the west’s massive windows.  We were excited to have been able to get away for a weekend and spend some time together.

It was, according to the large clock behind the front desk, 4:58 P.M.

As we stood in front of the check-in desk, I was glad we had thought ahead and worn our large overcoats.  It was cold outside, but I was glad for another reason.  The game had started.

I discreetly moved behind my wife and put my arm around her.  My hand slipped into the front of her coat and then into her blouse, which was already halfway unbuttoned.  I gently started rubbing the nipple on her braless breast.  As the front desk attendant started to turn towards us, I inconspicuously moved my hand down and slipped it into her pants.  My finger immediately found her wet pussy, and I slipped one finger inside her as she tried to ignore my finger and get us checked into the resort.

My wife and I have made love and fucked in various settings, and I was well prepared for what I now needed to do, which was to bring her to an orgasm quickly.  I did not move my finger once inside her pussy but held it very still with just the right amount of pressure from the middle of my finger directly on her clit.  She and I both knew it would be only a matter of minutes before she would orgasm.

Making my wife orgasm was a thing of beauty, and nothing turns me on more than doing something that results in her having a sexual climax.  When we are naked and fucking with both our bodies sliding against each other, I can feel every part of her, and when she orgasms, well, let’s say I love knowing I am her chosen lover, and that alone is sometimes enough to make me cum.

From the first time we had met, we both felt something unusual between us.  We always found that things had a way of working out when we were together.  As a team, we had built a family and what I liked to refer to as total sexual togetherness.  We just were on the same page in all we did.

Right from the very first time, it had always been easy for her to have an orgasm.  Before meeting me, she had been able to cum, but it took a lot of time and stimulation.  The reason it was so easy for her now was that she was so in love with me and that had opened up a new part of her mind and body.  She said she felt totally safe with me, knowing I would and could protect her with my life, and she knew I would never cheat on her.  This had awakened a new frontier for her, and she was able to let herself go, resulting in her being able to cum very easily at the slightest provocation.  I also felt just as connected, and it was so intense at times it almost hurt.

My wife can have orgasms in basically one of two ways.  As a wild child, the first in a series of thrashing and gyrating movements, much like you would expect from someone who has lost all control of their body.  Her pussy gushes fluids, and the nipples stand straight up.  The first time we made love, and she orgasmed, my cock was deep in her, and I was not prepared for the sensation I got from her orgasm. The tightening of her pussy around my stiff cock gave the feeling that it was in a soft, moist vise.  Since that first time, fucking my wife has been a special, almost surreal experience.  I loved knowing it was me she responded to, knowing my cock would be the only one fucking her pussy.

The second orgasm was reserved for public moments like this, with people around.  The goal was not to be obvious.  It was okay and, in fact, even welcome if there were small signs or indicators to a bystander, but only if that person were observing us very closely.  We did not do it for the lazy or unobservant, so no, it was not for just anybody.

I looked at the clock, which now said 5:04 P.M.

As the front desk attendant finished processing the credit card and started to explain the resort’s amenities, I could feel my wife’s pussy clamp down with her usual vise-like grip on my finger.  My hands could feel the little shivers that went up and down her body as she fought for control.  I put just a little more pressure on her clit.  She began to go weak in the legs from the effort of not showing any outward sign of the orgasm.  I slipped my finger out of her pussy, stopping briefly to stroke the soft, smooth pussy lips as my finger was slick and coated with her juices.

I then brought my hand up to my face, turned my head to her ear, and whispered, “I love how you taste.”  I then slid my finger between my lips and stuck my tongue out just slightly to lick her juices away as another orgasm went through her.

The clock now read, 5:12 PM.

The front desk attendant was finishing up when he asked us what kind of masks we would like to have and presented us with a book with pictures of hundreds of masks.  There was everything from superheroes to political figures to animals, caricatures, fairy tale creatures, and more.  We knew the choice of a mask made an important statement about us as a couple.  This was an exceedingly difficult decision.  As we turned the pages, we simultaneously pointed to a pair of masks on the page.  Through my pants, I felt her hand grasp my hard cock and start squeezing.  Once again, we were on the same page.

As we walked around, looking at the view outside, we stopped at the bar for a drink.  We found another well dressed, good looking couple with who we started up a conversation.  The couple had been married for 20 years and had been coming to this resort twice a year for the last 10 years.  They liked the fact it was a specialty resort for married couples, and while they could explore some things about themselves, they would never have to worry about anyone else coming on to either of them.  We hit it off and exchanged room numbers for later that night.

We then started to the elevator that would take us to our suite.  I again noticed signs placed strategically around the area, saying, “Masks Are Required between 9:00 PM and 4:00 AM.  Failure to wear mask will result in being escorted from the premises.”  I was walking with my wife just a little ahead of me, and her hand went backward and stopped firmly with her fingers on my still hard cock.  We saw a restroom off to the right; with a glance around, she yanked me inside.  It was the women’s restroom.  As we went in, she frantically shoved me against the wall and fell to her knees.  As she quickly knelt, she was at the same time undoing my belt and pulling on my pants.

One of my great pleasures is watching my wife go down on me, and she loves to have me watch.  She told me early into our marriage that taking my cock into her mouth was her way of offering herself totally to me.  While she was on her knees, she was vulnerable, and it was her way of both totally trusting me and giving me that ultimate pleasure as my cum shot down her throat.

The whole time she was kneeling, her eyes were locked on mine.  Her red lips parted, she smiled, instantly engulfing my engorged cock into her mouth.  She kept staring at me with her upturned head as she went back and forth on my cock. Every stroke getting me closer and closer to exploding.

As I was against the wall, my wife sucking my cock, the door swung open. In and walked a beautiful woman who wore a short but elegant black halter chiffon dress.  The dress was fastened around her slim neck, and her shoulders were bare.  The tops of her breasts were very seductively, showing what appeared to be spectacular tits.  She wore an expensive-looking diamond necklace.  It rested right in the middle of those gorgeous breasts and matching earrings on her ears.  I could see what looked like Jimmy Choo sandals on her feet. Her eyes looked at us, taking an interest in what we were doing.  As my eyes locked on hers, she leaned against the washbasin and licked her lips.

Then keeping her eyes on mine, she raised her right leg.  Her foot was resting on the basin next to the one she was leaning on.  She reached down under her dress, and it was obvious what she was doing.  Time seemed to stand still, and I could see her shake as she climaxed.

At that moment, I came hard, shooting load after a load of cum into my wife’s mouth.  I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face closer to my groin, coming down from my sexual high.  All the while, I had kept eye contact with the lady across the restroom.  She was also trying to regain her composure after the fast and hard climax.  My wife stood up, and with cum dripping from my mouth, kissed me hard, exploring my mouth with her tongue.

The clock in the restroom said 6:10 P.M.