Vacation Innovation
First time writer, here. We married young more than 50 years ago and are midway through our eighth decade. We’re grateful that the fires of physical passion still burn in us! Nowadays they’re more like bright-coals-on-the-hearth and with a few lapping flames than blowtorch-hot episodes as in our early years. But, OH – the memories!
We are simple folks sexually, and happy as clams about it. We weren’t compelled to experiment beyond obvious that suggested by our major body parts (fingers, hands, mouth, lips, and eyes.) Oh yes, and romance, and proper preparation of minds and hearts for the most passionate interludes.
I’d like to think that some MH readers will resonate with our vanilla-ish sex-capades and not begrudge the lack of lustful language, or absence of multiple orgasms in our encounters. (Not throwing shade; it’s fun to read about that, but, frankly, it’s never happened to us.)
My submissions are mostly remembrances about Vacation Sex during our “parenting-young-children” years. You know, when kids were always in close range if not underfoot.
Here’s a recollection: if there is positive response, I’ll post more.
Vacation Innovation by EighthDecadeLovers
Years ago, when young and hormone-fueled, the prospect of vacation brought my [hubby’s] sexual interest to a real head. (I know.) Nothing like an imminent getaway sharpened my hunger. I was so predictable! The very first night’s stop on any trip we took found the buzzy little peen in my pants virtually desperate for attention – by one darn means or another – before we slept. Yes, patience is a virtue. But Vesuvius is a volcano.
As we rolled down the highway, mental pressures rolled off with the miles. Conversely, hydraulic pressures within me shunted hot blood freely through wide open gates. I drove, mile after mile, fat and full. The horn section in my pants could have filled the ranks of a marching band.
But vacation sex is a problem when young children occupy the bed next to yours in your one hotel room. Even “quiet sex” is not silent. You hope and pray your children are asleep before you start heavy rustling and noisy breathing under your sheet. You hope to avoid them sitting up and asking, “Mommy, what are you and Daddy doing???”
As necessity is the mother of invention, so neediness sparks innovation. I once had such a full tank of juice screaming for release that my darling herded me, naked, into the empty bathtub (after tucking the little ones into bed on the other side of the door), sat down beside it, reached her arm over the side, and mercifully pumped me to a satisfying, rapid, and incredibly happy, ending. Her practiced moves produced an explosive first blast that shellacked my chin and bare neck like a super-soaker squirt-gun shot. She didn’t let up on the gas either until I’d left a sticky trail of sperm soup from collarbone to belly button in a joyful series of receding spasms.
It was in moments like that I would look her in the eye, sigh really BIG, and declare with appropriate gravitas, “I, TOO, have LIVED!!”
To which she would smile with bemusement and answer, “That so?”
“Trust me!” said I.
Over the years, my unflappable woman blessed me with more sexual pleasures in the midst of inopportune circumstance than I could ever describe or repay. Of course, I was obliged to try. Such quickies as my bathtub blast, were not usually one-sided affairs. It’s just that stirring my loins to a rapturous release necessarily required more vigorous (and therefore, more potentially detectable), actions than did my own quiet ministrations upon her flesh.
I could always, say, stroke-rub-tap and touch my wet little clam’s softest bits till stirred to a thigh-clamping climax without her – or I – making much commotion. But intercourse under the covers? Or on the floor on the far side of the bed? Or going down on one another? Probably our puritan upbringing, but those bold sexual interactions always felt too risky to us and, especially, to Princess P. If I thought the risk worth taking (and it was usually I who was willing to throw caution to the wind when climbing Mt. Horny), she had a standard reminder: “If we get caught, YOU’RE going to explain it to them, not me!”
That said, my Pussy Princess surprised me one night during vacation when the kids were tucked under the covers in the bed right beside us. I’d crawled into our bed hungry for some surrepititious stroking under wraps, but Mrs. Twitching Buns startled me with astonishing intent. After listening to the regular breathing of the mini-me’s bedded next to us, my lover pushed the covers down and sat up cross-legged facing me. Quickly, she tugged the blankets around her back fashioning a kind of bulwark to shield our activity from view of the bed next to us.
“What’s THIS?” I wondered. I didn’t dare to hope!
Then, in a (quiet) blink, she hooked her fingers under the elastic of my shorts and yanked them down over my pelvis. She left them parked just below my perked-up penis. (At that point it was a wonder that my bugging eyes and bright smile in the dark didn’t wake the kids on the spot.) Without a word, but in sensual, deliberate moves, she cupped my ball sack with one hand, tilted me vertical with her other hand, leaned over and dropped her open mouth over and around me. She closed her lips and drew me inside deeply with sweet suction and teasing tongue strokes. After a couple slow bobs, she let go long enough to whisper fiercely, “You have to be QUIET!”
Who, me? Mr. all-in Yell-Guy when my orgasms build? DEAL! Given what she had just started doing to my crotch-y bits, I was ALL IN on being quiet. Sexy-Lips paused, in our darkened room, as if contemplating how next to proceed. Well. if we could not risk me pushing my excited penis into her pouty pussy to fill her up, and, finally, empty me out, then she would recreate that most exquisite entering sensation for my now pulse-bouncing peen with the two lips under her nose.
She plumped and pursed them into oval shape as if to whistle. Licking them, she leaned over and guided the head of my penis straight into her soft pucker. Did I mention soft? And a bit wet? Briefly, she denied me entrance while pushing her lips partway around my head. She wiggled my skin-tight little flesh-saddle around in her moist lips, and darted a pointy tongue through their narrow opening to tap dance on my tip. Ooo! Eee! What sharp little neural jolts of sex sensation her darting tongue set off!
Quickly, then, she relaxed her lips just enough to let my shiny, purpling head push on inside to slide up against her soft inner cheek. She swirled her flattened tongue around me, adding more shivery jolts.
On the reverse motion her lips constricted and she tugged upward on me before she let me pop out only to nestle me back into position for another plunge. *Pause, pucker, place penis in puffy oval. Push down, swish, soften and relax until it slips through. Suck, tilt and tongue-swirl the smooth shiny head. Constrict, tug upward and resist. Then… release and repeat, release and repeat…*
Again, and again, with her labia-mimicking lips my most sensual lady bestowed her best swollen-pussy imitation and summoned a gusher of semen from my body. I think it was a cupful. [Note: exaggeration for effect.]
Huhhh! Hummmm! Hooo! HUHHH-UHHHNGH! I huffed, wheezed, and panted as QUIETLY as I could. Yikes! Will I ever stop squirting? Oh, Oh, OH! Hun, that felt SOOOO GOOD!!
OK: what actually happened… I’d grabbed myself and pushed her back at the last possible second. (My timing in this was always split-second and unerring.) At the same time, Spicy Lips snatched up the hand towel she’d brought and nimbly caught the fluids that blasted, spurted, then finally oozed out to run messily and hot down the back of her hand. She squeezed and milked my pulsing penis, like a farmer milks a cow’s teat, and worked out the last pearly drop.
After milking me dry, Maid-a Milking dabbed the tip with the towel and gave my spent, shrinking peen head a soft kiss for good measure. I imagined her little smile in the darkness as she used her thumb and two fingertips to gently lay my softening flesh to rest against my still rising and falling abdomen. (La petit mort, indeed!)
She was ready for sleep now. The very next evening, I gave her wonderful body loving moves of my own, kids or no kids.
Our Lodge was built against a tumbling mountain stream. After bedding the kids down, my Little Love Nugget slid the balcony door open and walked to the railing. She wanted to enjoy the kind of “water music” that our splashing mountain stream was so good at making. We specifically chose this facility, paying a little more, for our watery “Extra!”
But that’s another anecdote to follow… Next up: Balcony Bliss.
I don’t make very many comments here, but I must tell you to continue to write. This was such a great story, and so very intimate and endearing. There is nothing wrong with vanilla sex!
You are sweet to say sthat Mokey! Thank you.
I must confess that I took "Mokey" to be the nickname of the wife in your twosome, but in an older story I saw "Mokey' respond to a post speaking as the husband. Of course either of you might have commented under your single profile name. (Or, "Mikey" might have slipped and typed "Mokey" by accident and didn't catch the typo. If so, you invented a nickname as pleasant as a melody. ) Whoever responded, you have encouraged me to submit the followup episode, which I named "Balcony Bliss." I suspect it will be at least a couple weeks or so before it appears, if the timing of my first story posting is any guide. Till then, Happy Loving!
Wow! I certainly enjoyed that story. We can relate to that dilemma of vacation sex wanted but kids in next bed in hotel room. We too have some great lovemaking-memories of how my wife n I adapted to the situation!
I loved your creative use of words!
Each couple is different so your “vanilla sex” as you called it is great for you two and that’s fine. However, the fellatio you described in this story doesn’t sound like vanilla sex to me. It sounds more like passion fruit!
Also, I get the same way on vacation or even with just a night in a hotel room on a short trip. It’s nice to know that I am not the only man who gets that way at hotels, motels, inns, cabins, lodges etc. Fortunately my wife is willing too!
I hope you keep writing.
Maybe I should call it Neapolitan rather than vanilla sex? Thank you for your kind words.
Congratulations on a great 1st story! Your description of under cover love sounded like "French Vanilla" sex, or
maybe something even spicier… I believe most here that have experienced vacation sex, or travel sex, would agree that there's something special about finding a way to have intimate time together. The experience is enhanced by the new and different surroundings, making the action even hotter..at least it's my experience & opinion.
I encourage you to keep writing..
Thank you, sir! Or is it Mz? I think I will send in the followup ("Balcony Bliss") where my spouse is the main focus of the action.
What a great story.
I am so glad to see more stories from mature couples. It is proof positive intimacy does not necessarily decrease as gray hairs increase.
As for your so-called "vanilla-ish sex-capades ", as long as the two of you enjoy it and are happy that is all that matters.
YES to THAT! Still enjoying, and still HAPPY. The decrease that doesn't matter so much is quantity. Quality of experience remarkably remains.
Thanks 8DL for a brilliant story. So well written and great to hear from a couple over the 8th decade mark!
I love your use of words, some I haven't heard used before, which is so good when I sometimes find myself using the same ones over through lack of alternatives. Looking forward to clicking on the follow up link. Didn't want to go there before I took time to reply to this.
We certainly have some wonderful memories of 'away sex' particularly on the rare occasions we got away from the kids. Loud sex is so much better. (Being empty nesters now in a detached house, we can let rip at any time so getting away doesn't have that level of pent up release now!)
Any how, I particularly liked your long drawn out description of her wonderful treatment of your
'Peen' (new one on me!). Keep writing, you are most welcome here!
Well, it's hard to call beautiful orgasms "vanilla" when you think about it! I'm guessing ours don't feel any less wonderful or dramatic than most other peoples' do, whatever our paths to achieving them. Just grateful our built-in "equipment" still works, despite medication side effects, aches and pains, a chronic condition, and slower fuse burns to get the fireworks truly ignited.
Hey adding an element of risk to your sexy time isn't necessarily what I'd call "vanilla" (however imperative a need it was) but then everyone's definition will probably be different. Wild sex isn't the only thing that keeps a marriage together and after 50+ years I'm sure you have a lot of wisdom and experience you can share with all the younger married couples and us singles. Welcome and keep posting!
Wisdom… experience… knowledge… Hmmmm. Gotta think on that one.
Uhhh… Knowledge is knowing that the tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. And that's all I got to say about THAT!
I enjoyed reading that. Our daughter is quite young and it'll be interesting to see how it plays out for us in the next few years. Regarding a couple of your early comments.
"First time writer, here. We married young more than 50 years ago and are midway through our eighth decade. We’re grateful that the fires of physical passion still burn in us!"
That is simply awesome. I am in awe that you took the time to reflect, share your stories, and still have the passion to relive these memories. Congratulations on all.
"I’d like to think that some MH readers will resonate with our vanilla-ish sex-capades and not begrudge the lack of lustful language, or absence of multiple orgasms in our encounters."
By all means, be yourself. Just because it's not like some of the other accounts published here doesn't diminish what you want to share. As a pretty kinky, adventurous couple in the bedroom, I write accounts (only a few published) that are many times the opposite of vanilla-ish, but it's different for all and that's great. It's just how Kate and I are with our lovemaking (I don't write fiction, only what has happened with us), how we "roll." I have had some critical comments and somewhat low ratings lobbed my way. I'm even starting to wonder if I've been shadow banned, given I've have a couple of stories that still haven't been reviewed in over two months, while my first few were very quick. [NOTE: If a mod sees this, please do let me know if I'm in the penalty box, or unwelcome at MH. I emailed a while back.] That said, we are who we are, and you are who you are. Alan Adventurous has no interest in changing anything about his love life with Kate. Never question what works for you if it's who you are as a couple. At the risk of losing street credit, Kate and I do sometimes have vanilla-ish sex too. Sometimes it's just what the time and situation allows. I usually only write about the juicier stuff.
Looking forward to "Balcony Bliss." 🙂
Not at all! Any of our writers will tell you that it takes a while to get published. That's partially because of the nature of our site (mom-and-pop site with a handful of volunteer helpers, all of us with work, church and family commitments to work around) and partially a conscious decision to keep daily posts low to ensure great quality. Sorry if we missed your e-mail. I'll go look for it. —Missy
Missy, thank you so much. Submitting to MH was something I jumped on, back in the fall upon discovering your site, and I had about 5 that went out of the queue pretty quickly, and then two more than have been there since 30 Oct and 6 Nov. I had one that disappeared and it was an odd submission (not because of kink) that just may not have been deemed erotica. My submissions often have anal play/sex because that's how we frequently roll, outside of vanilla quickies, and that may not be everyone's cup of tea. I can understand if MH wants to space out and not have a fetish/category dominating the submissions day after day.
Anyhow, thank you for your reply and do please let me know if Alan even gets "too Adventurous." 🙂
Now you've got me curious, AA! Have to go read your stories. Perhaps you will provide us some vicarious adventures. Or not. Certain practices just haven't had appeal for us, but no judgment on those who quite clearly enjoy them.
Now you've got me curious, AA! Will have to look up your stories. Perhaps you will provide us some vicarious adventures. Or not. Certain practices just haven't had appeal for us, but no judgment on those who quite clearly enjoy them.
OK – tried to get the above comments to appear under Alan's comment, but they land under the Moderator's response. Sorry for the repeat! I do see that mine and Mod's comments are all three shown as replies to Alan-A.
Thank you for this sweet and hot story! And welcome to the ranks of authors! I am so blest hearing the testimonies of couples who keep their marriages fiery even into old age. It needs to be that way. As to your "vanilla" sex and no "dirty" language, I found your descriptions very sexy! Your choice of words were arousing in their own way. I sometimes get tired of the usual plethora of spicy talk, like the f-word and pussy and cock. I don't care for scientific names, like vagina, but I do enjoy more classy or unique terms. I did a post about old-fashioned romance and some examples from old books and movies. Keep writing and sharing these wonderful glimpses into marital loving with us!
How gracious you are, LLL. Thanks for that feedback. Much enjoy your writing too! May your desires for the right life partner be fulfilled – I always pray that when I read something you've written. I still pinch myself when I think of the treasure I found when I met my dear one those decades ago. It IS possible for marriages to thrive I our crazy world. Thinking about it, I realize that we feed our relationship daily – much by habit (not at all a bad or mindless response) but also by conscious intent. The little touches, cheerful morning words of greeting, playfulness, and so many more daily gestures. And thanks LLL for your recognition that erotic impact can happen through metaphor, imagery, and careful description of textures, position, movements, sounds and so much more, in addition to the usual (and too easily overused raw words and terms which have not been in verbal repertoire very much. I suspect the naughty or "raw words" are more charged with energy in the real moment between an actual husband and wife, than they are in print because they appear so often that they can lose some of their erotic edge when read. But you are right, that the lexicon is limited to a relative few "shock" words and terms. It takes a conscious choice to bypass that exit on the highway of erotic writing. So thank you for recognizing my intentionality in using a different approach.