Who’s Counting? (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Last weekend, Tom and I went to a black tie event in a nearby city, about two hours from home. Because all the nice in-town hotels were booked, we found a small B&B about an hour outside the city, with several one bedroom cottages, very elegant and isolated.
We checked in, enjoyed a glass of champagne from a chilled bottle that greeted us in our cottage, and changed into our formal attire. While I was changing, Tom walked in with his champagne glass, sat down on a couch and watched me get ready.
I was wearing new black lace lingerie, which Tom loves to see me in.
We had been talking on and off about sex in the car all the way to the B&B. Tom knows that I become quite a sex kitten in nice hotel rooms. I’m not sure what it is—a change of scenery perhaps, or an unrealized fantasy of mine, about meeting a handsome stranger at a hotel and going to bed with him, no names, no numbers, no questions asked. Suffice to say, I was already quite turned on, and the champagne and Tom in a tuxedo didn’t hurt one bit.
At the event, Tom and I took turns touching each other in increasingly inappropriate ways and places. During dinner, he slipped his hand up my skirt and nearly made it all the way to my black lace (and by then quite wet) panties. I made sure he got several views of my cleavage. Frankly, he wasn’t the only gentleman feasting his eyes on my boobs in my black pushup bra and black dress. I was loving the attention.
By the time the event was over and the valet had brought the car around, I was ready to get naked and have some fun. On the way back to the cottage, I slipped my panties off and teased Tom with them, letting him smell my scent and watch me touch myself as he drove. I let him taste my fingers. Mmmmm.
We got to the cottage in record time. Tom poured us another glass of champagne and we undressed. I grabbed his tux shirt and substituted it for my nightgown. Wearing a man’s shirt is so sexy! Elegant, French cuffs rolled up, front buttons undone so my boobs play peek-a-boo, shirttail exposing my bare ass and pussy!
Tom fucked me on the gorgeous four-poster bed, and I fell asleep with my pussy full of his cum. I had my first two orgasms of the trip—one with his mouth, one with his cock.
He woke me up in the middle of the night by spooning my bare ass. His cock was hard again, so I asked him to fuck me again. He did, giving me orgasms number three and four, one with his hand, one with his cock. We then fell back asleep.
I woke up around 7. Tom was asleep, so I went down on him. I sucked his cock back to attention, tasting myself all over it. He asked me if I wanted it again. I said yes, climbed on top of him, and rode him to my fifth orgasm as the morning sun spilled across our bodies.
We showered, put on our day clothes and went out for breakfast. We shopped, strolled, flirted, and talked about our night.
We made it back to the cottage around 3 for a nap. Tom fucked me again, this time from behind, bent over the bed. Orgasm number six.
We went to dinner at a nearby hotel, then got back to the cottage around 9. We watched a sexy rom com movie and fucked again! He made me cum with his hand and fingers. Then he watched me repeat the process, and I watched him cum. We fell asleep, completely spent. Orgasms seven and eight.
We woke up early Sunday and showered together. He then fucked me from behind in front of the bathroom mirror. Orgasm nine.
Mind you, we are in our sixties. We had not fucked like this since we were first married, if even then.
It is so interesting—and wonderful—that God makes sex feed on itself. Friends ask me, “How do you keep your marriage alive and passionate?” The answer is very simple: Fuck your man. Fuck him as many times and in as many ways as your imagination permits. Adore his cock. Let him worship your pussy. The love grows. It doesn’t matter how you look, the extra pounds, the wrinkles and sagging that comes with age. Tom loves my body and I love his. Trust me on this.
Wow. I’m not sure where to begin. It’s just absolutely wonderful.
Of course, I love all the sex 😉 and quite frankly, I enjoyed all the mental pictures 😊.
But what I really love is your attitude, and to find out at the end that you’re in your sixties and still loving and promoting sex was the pièce de résistance.
So many women lose this far earlier in life, and the resulting suffering and disconnect it creates in marriages is tough to calculate.
I commend you and I admire you and your husband. (And I don’t know what you’re feeding him or what he is taking, but damn, you could sell that information 😂)
Thank you for sharing this story and I hope you write more!
VERY good advice! And very good story. I suppose some of the MH readers might think this story is unbelievable, but my Melody and I know it’s very possible because she too often becomes a sex kitten on trips. We have had trips where she goes “all vixen” as I call it. One time this happened and started with sex in our bedroom, flashing me in our car, sex in the evening at the first hotel, sex in the morning, sex in the second hotel in the evening, sex in the morning before we left, me flashing HER in the car, sex when we got home. (Whew!) I write that up for MH.
I think marathon sex on vacation experiences are wonderful for a marriage! Thank you for sharing! It’s nice to know we aren’t the only uber-passionate couple who have gone sexually nuts with each other while traveling.
We are in our mid 70s & mid 60s.
Keep on Lov’n!
We found it “unbelievable” too that this happened. Libido ebbs and flows. We just seemed to both hit a flow at the same time. The interesting thing is how the desire fed on itself. The more we did it, the more we wanted. Setting and NO STRESS helped. Every married couple needs a weekend now and then just for sexual renewal. We certainly can’t keep up this pace, and didn’t, but we are looking forward to another opportunity! Glad you enjoyed the story. If we had included the details it would have been a book!
I just want to say thank you , the Lord uses this site to help me cope and prepare for a future marriage with great sex. I was married for 29 years , divorced in 2022, sexless loveless marriage ,for 25 of those years , but 3 amazing adult kids I’m believing Yahweh to bring me a Lady who loves Him , a Lady I can love and cherish , and I told the Lord , please Lord she has to love to Fuck , want to ravage her body and she’ll ravage mine , again thank you
Hearing about mature couples who intentionally build that fire of desire…whew, it gets me going! I loved the flirting and naughty touching at the elegant event. Very hot! And then the sexual abandon at your b&b! Something I really look forward to if I get married is fun times with my man at hotels or vacation spots. That kind of setting gets me really horny!
Congrats, hottie, you two broke our weekend climax numbers!! SO happy for you. I' planning to read Jim this story while he eats my creamy pussy tonight when he arrives from his biz trip. This, of course, will be preceded by my traditional sloppy blowjob in the car on the way back home. Since I always swallow, it will be neat and tidy!!