Quick Holiday Run (L)

When my husband and I were newlyweds, we went to visit my husband’s family for Christmas. My father-in-law is a pastor, and we went to an amazing church service Christmas Eve at the same church my husband and I got married in. We were also staying at his parents’ house with his entire family.  My husband and I slept in separate rooms out of respect and courtesy to his parents. However, that didn’t prevent us from trying to find ways to make love; we would touch each other in private. I would touch his penis through his pants, and he would touch my breasts. We would stare and wink at each other across the table. The sexual urges and desires were getting stronger and stronger, but we had to control them. I would lie in bed just aching for my husband. We tried to focus on family and the holidays, which helped us stay on task.

My in-laws had invited a lot of people over, so my sister-in-law and her husband were going to stay at a local hotel. Since they had kids and would have had to pay more, it was only generous for my husband and me to offer to move to a hotel instead. I immediately offered them the room I was in, and my husband and I booked the hotel. But before we even got our things moved there, we were saved by running out of eggs and vanilla. Yes, eggs and vanilla.

I was helping out in the kitchen making dinner. It was Christmas Eve. I needed eggs and vanilla to make most of the things I was making. I decided to make a quick grocery run. I ask my husband for his car keys, but he decided to take me. We told his family we’d be back and asked if they needed anything else from the store. His mom gave us a shopping list, then my husband and I got in the car headed out. However, that wasn’t our first stop. We had been building up sexual tension; the stares, the winks, the touching were making us fall apart for each other. As my husband was driving to the store, my eyes fell to his penis under his pants. Naughty, I know, but I couldn’t help wishing that he could put it inside me or that I could play with it. I guess my husband noticed and put his hand on my breasts.

“Yes, I want you too.” My husband grinned. “I see you’ve found what you wanted,” he said, pointing to his crotch area.

“It’s hard because I’m kinda wet right now,” I joked.

My husband raised his eyebrow. “Really?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes. It’s hard not being able to be together, knowing your body wants it. I want it now, but we have to go to the store.”

“I tried to control myself but I couldn’t.” My husband laughed.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about you in the shower,” he told me.

“OMG!” I squealed. “That’s hot.”

My husband took one hand from the wheel and unzipped his pants.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” my husband said.

My mouth dropped open. “Ummm, we can’t do this now,” I said. “We’re in the car and have to go to the store.”

“So?” my husband said. “We’re alone in the car. How can we focus on Christmas and gifts if the one gift we both want isn’t given?” My husband drove one-handed and used his other to tug my hand toward him.

I was nervous and scared. I thought to myself, “Someone could see this.” I did touch his penis, wondering, “How can I get this thing hard?” lol. It didn’t take long. My husband only had his zipper down, and I was trying to touch him through his boxers. I guess he felt it, which was crazy to me because I didn’t believe I could make him that hard just by touching his penis through his zipper.

“Let’s pull over and find somewhere nice, warm, and quiet so that I can show you how much this wants you,” my husband suggested.

“Where?” I asked. “We are supposed to be going to the store. I need to finish cooking.”

My husband grabbed my hand and put it on his penis. “Can you finish cooking this?” my husband asked through a grin.

I stroked my husband’s penis through his zipper. It grew harder. It was kind of awesome seeing his penis trying to get out of his pants. I think that made me wetter.

My husband played with my breasts through my sweater while I played with his penis through his pants. I knew if we didn’t stop ourselves, we would probably be in trouble.

“Let’s go to our hotel,” I said.

“The hotel is 30 minutes away,” my husband said,  ” and the store is in the other direction.”

“So I guess we better hurry,” I said as I put my hand on his penis stroking it gently. I thought my husband was going to bust out of his pants.

I started playing with my nipple through my sweater while stroking my husband’s penis with my other hand. “It’s crazy; I’m, like, really wet right now,” I said.

As I took over with my husband put his other hand in my pants and tried to get it down to my pussy. “I can feel how wet you are,” he said.

Eventually, my husband parked in the hotel parking lot. As soon as he shifted into park, he pulled me in and kissed me.

“We have to be quick,” he said.

I was confused. “Quick? What do you mean?” I asked

“Well, my family might wonder where we are.”

“Okay… but I don’t know what quick is,” I said.

“Quick is like this,” he answered as he kissed me and put his hand between my legs.

I got excited. I put my hand on his penis.

“Let’s go and do this, baby,” my husband said as he pulled away from me and got out of the car.

We opened up the door to our hotel room. It was a decent hotel. The walls were thin; it wasn’t exactly what we wanted. However, all of that was forgotten as soon as we closed the door behind us.

My husband grabbed me and kissed me, and I felt his penis trying to poke it’s way out. I grabbed its bulge and unzipped his pants again. I didn’t realize we had made it to the bed. Before he could lay me back on the mattress, I undid my husband’s belt and pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing his hard erection. It was pointing straight up, staring at me—calling me. I immediately felt a rush down there in my pussy. Oh, how I wanted his penis inside me, especially coming out of the winter weather.

“I’m so cold right now. I need your hard warm penis to warm me up inside,” I said, licking my lips.

My husband tried to gently lay me back on the bed. Instead, I sat on the edge and took him into my mouth, his pants and boxers around his legs. I licked his tip and played with his balls, then tried to take all of him down. I kissed and licked his shaft until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He stopped me and laid me back on the edge of the bed. I still had my hat, scarf, and all my clothes on, so he kissed me through my clothes, so fiercely that you could see my nipples harden through my clothing. My husband pulled my sweater up, then my bra,  and kissed those firm nipples, one by one. I felt his hard dick on my leg, a sensation followed by a small explosion between my legs.

“Put it inside me,” I panted. “I want you inside me.”

My husband pulled down my pants and rubbed me with my underwear still on. “Wow, you’re so wet,” he said. He pulled down my underwear and, without warning, slipped a finger inside me. It was so unexpected and hot that I felt myself gush a little.

“Look at how wet you are,” my husband grinned as he showed me his wet finger, fresh from inside me.

“I want you—to feel you…” I moaned slightly.

My husband got on top of me where I lay on the edge of the bed. Both of us still had our pants around our legs. Our lower torsos were the only thing free; we still had clothes on our upper half, too, though my breasts hung out of my bra. Looking back now, it might seem weird to have sex like this, but it was amazing.

My husband used his hand to wet himself in my juices. Then I put my hands on his hips and felt my husband’s hard erect penis ever so slowly stretching my walls, which practically screamed in delight. They finally got what they had wanted.

“Yes…” I gasped as I closed my eyes.

“Baby, you feel so good,” my husband told me as my pussy enveloped him. Once he was fully in me, he rocked slightly, and it made me crazy. Then he leaned forward and slowly started pumping. I couldn’t wrap my legs around him, but I wanted to.

“Does it feel good?” My husband asked.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “You feel so good. I want you to go faster.” I wanted to scream as soon as my husband started going in and out of me, picking up his pace. I held his hips and he licked my nipples.

“You feel so warm and amazing,” my husband whispered.

I couldn’t help but moan ever so slightly. “You feel good, too,” I said quietly. “Don’t stop. I want you so much.” I lifted my head to watch my husband’s hard erect penis go in and out of me, which drove me wild. It was so sexy to witness; I loved seeing how our body parts desired each other and fit just right together.

“Fuck, I love you,” my husband said against my mouth while going faster in and out of me.

“That feels good.” I moaned, not caring who heard me. “I love you.”

I don’t know how long we were at it; time wasn’t on our minds. I only knew didn’t want my husband to stop fucking me. I didn’t care about the time. But suddenly…

“Babe, I’m about to come,” my husband said. “I feel it.”

“Inside me,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “What about your clothes?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Come inside me.”

“But, baby, what if… Fuck!” My husband grunted as he came inside me, never finishing his sentence. His semen filled up inside me. I loved it.

“Damn,” he muttered.

“Kiss me,” I said.

My husband and I kissed for a few moments, then made our way to the bathroom to clean up. Afterward, we straightened ourselves out and left for the store—the original plan. When we got back to his parents’ house, we gave long Christmas lines as an excuse for why we were gone so long. But I smiled, thinking of what we did beforehand. We pretended that nothing ever happened, and I went back to cooking. Let’s just say that was our Christmas Eve present.