Montreal Weekend

For Valentine’s Day this year, my wife of 2 years and I decided to treat ourselves to a well-deserved long weekend away from home. I made all the plans and arrangements for our mini-vacation, and only told her that we were going to Montreal, and left the details as a surprise.

It was quite a drive, but we brought some soft, romantic music for the trip, which really helped set the mood for our upcoming getaway. As usual, I had a bit of trouble finding the address, but my wife was thrilled when we finally parked near an absolutely lovely bed and breakfast on a shady tree-lined lane.

Our host, a French speaker, greeted us at the door and showed us around. We could tell we were really in for a treat when we saw the dining room and imagined the wonderful meals we would take there. The house itself was radiant with charm and easy comfort.

The room was upstairs, and was much larger than I had anticipated. The first thing we noticed upon entering was a very high four-poster bed with a down blanket and a beautiful quilt. It was a corner room, and JackFrost had touched the windows and gorgeous icicles glittered in the afternoon sunlight.

We had barely set down our luggage when my wife nearly tackled me on to that lovely bed, and in spite of many passionate kisses had quite efficiently stripped me completely naked. Now feeling a bit exposed, I remedied the situation by carefully, and with more composure than my wife, pulling off her red sweater. With two years of practice, the clasp of her bra was quickly undone, and her lovely, perfectly size breasts greeted me with perky nipples and their soft, inviting warmth. I strained my neck forward to kiss her breasts, and she eagerly grabbed my head and pulled me forward into her bosom.

Now, there are two sensations during foreplay that I personally hold in the highest regard: the feeling of my wife’s nipples in my mouth, and the warm flesh of her inner thighs pressed against my ears. After spending some time enjoying the former, I set to work on her slacks so that I might make some progress toward the latter.

It was not long until her slacks and panties were in a pile on the floor near the bed, and I was happily kissing and licking her nether regions, her legs wrapped so pleasantly around my head. Her excitement was clearly building, and the thick, wonderfully pungent cream of her love had anointed my chin when she gave me the signal that she was ready. She grabbed my head with her hands and pulled my up until my eager member was poised, pulsing, at the entrance to her temple.

We made love furiously, occasionally pausing to wonder if we were being too
loud. After some time, I asked my wife to flip over onto her belly, which affords an angle of entry to her vagina that she finds quite compelling. As I thrust, she slowly raised her hips until she was on her knees. At this point, she noticed that the closet door next to us had a full-length mirror, and we could clearly see ourselves reflected, something we had never seen before. She told me I looked like a wild animal, consumed by lust. She was not far from the mark. I felt wild and lusty, and I gave the best show I could.

Needless to say, this was just the beginning of a very interesting weekend.