Long time reader here, first time poster. This is a true story from a recent anniversary trip. Real names have been replaced.
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My wife and I were finally going on an overnight anniversary getaway trip. Our kids were divided up among friends and grandparents’ houses. Four days on our own in a beautiful southern coastal city.
Stacy loves the beach. She loves laying out. And I love seeing her in a bikini. So we picked a hotel room on the second floor with an ocean view instead of the historic district.
Our sex life is a work in progress. Over a decade of marriage, lots of children, lots of work, and us both learning how to better communicate. Stacy is naturally conservative. She doesn’t like too much foreplay, no oral from me, and not a lot noises—typically. I’m naturally adventurous and hurt by offers of obligatory sex.
In our years together, she has never had an orgasm. She likes the idea of reaching orgasm only from PIV. She’s told me that it’s difficult for her to mentally get to a place where she isn’t consumed by a heavy mental load, so foreplay leads to her mind wandering. It’s something I’m becoming aware of and trying to help with. She can also be overwhelmed by expectations for sex. I’m sensitive to this. I certainly don’t beg, grumble, or insist. But for her, self-imposed expectations are still there.
Fast forward to day one of our vacation. We make it to the hotel around 2pm and head straight to the beach. She lays out for a couple of hours while I swim.
While Stacy is resting on the beach, I look back right as the rising tide hits her feet and startles her awake. She scrambled to grab our wet towels, shoes, keys, and hats while trying to hold up her bikini top, which she had undone to avoid tan lines.
I grin as I made my way in from the ocean to help. By the time I arrive she’s standing next to a wet pile of our things with the wind whipping sand in our faces. “I think it’s time for us to head in,” I say with a grin. She laughs and we trudge to our room.
We make our way to our room and start a hot shower. We’re covered in sand from head to toe, and we relish the hot water rolling the grit from our bodies. She washes the sand off of me and I do the same for her.
When we finish washing each other we hug. Just a simple hug, resting against each and letting out deep sighs as the hot water washes over us. Her beautiful, tanned breasts rest against my chest. Of course I immediately become aroused. I try to play it off, but it’s quite obvious, and entirely her fault for being absolutely stunning. I kiss her neck, and she leans in for more. We kiss deeply, sliding our tongues together while our hands wash across each other’s bodies.
I kiss along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, trying to find more places to rest my lips to bring about that subtle shudder of enjoyment from her. I slide my hand down her back, pass over her round ass, and to her inner thigh where I graze her throbbing warmth. She is ready.
I slowly circle the outer rim, avoiding her clit. She pushes herself against my hand, practically forcing me to slide two fingers inside her. Her breath quickens.
Without asking, she turns her back to me and puts her hands on the shower wall, bends over forward, and lifts her ass to me, inviting me in.
I want it now. I slide slowly into her, and she breaths heavily. I give one slow, long thrust. I pull back. And I give one more slow, long thrust. And then I pull out. I want something better later.
“That’s all you get for now.”
“Ummm, can we do it now? I’m in the mood and I don’t want to let you down later if I’m not feeling like it then.”
Her words sting, not because she means to hurt me, but because I wish so badly to help her let go without pressure.
“Ok, uhh, sure.” I say, my plans dashed as resign myself again to another quickie. I was hoping to prime her, bringing the sexual energy up so that later, maybe, just maybe, I could help her achieve orgasm.
She assumes the position again, I try to get back to the mental space where we just were.
Gliding my hands up the sides of her ribs, I trace the curve of her tanned, slender body from her hips to the edges of her breasts. I softly cup her right breast, kiss the nape of her neck, and slowly slide into her warmth.
“Mmm,” she hums, her voice soft.
We’re back.
She pushes against me with each thrust, our rhythm shifting from slow and deliberate to urgent and deep. I’m panting, and she’s panting—closer to moaning than I’ve heard in ages.
Finally, overwhelmed, I step back and release, ropes of pent-up desire spilling across her tanned lower back, a sight I savor in the steam. The ropes keep coming, covering the small of her back, filling her dimples, and slipping down the crack of her ass.
“Wow,” I thought, taking a mental picture of my pure white cum all over her tanned lower back. Stacy rarely lets me cum on her. This is a beautiful sight.
She turns around smiling. “Alright, now clean me off,” she says teasingly.
We get dressed and walk to town where we find a nice rooftop bar within to sit, eat, and people-watch.
Stacy orders a cocktail— “…and can you add a double shot of the rum?” she asks the waitress.
I don’t drink much, but Stacy enjoys a drink from time to time, so I sip a little of hers and enjoy our meal and conversation. We finish and head to a diner on the pier near our hotel. We order key lime pie and eat it while watching the sunset.
As dusk settles in, we make our way back to our hotel room where Stacy opens a bottle of wine and slides into her comfy clothes: a tight, baby-blue tank top, no bra, and flowy shorts. I put on basketball shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. Bed time clothes.
“You want to watch this cheesy cowboy western show I heard about?”
“Sure! We can do whatever we want!”
We settle in to watch said cheesy western show on my laptop in bed. We laugh, make fun of the show, and enjoy our wine.
After a few hours we look up and see an almost full moon right over the ocean and visible from our balcony window.
“Wow! Look at the moon!” Stacy says. She prances excitedly to the sliding glass door, opens it, and steps out. As she leans on the balcony railing in awe at the clear sky and empty beach, I step up next to her and put my arm around her. It really is a beautiful night. The bright moon slightly illuminates the beach.
We stand there for a time, holding each other and talking about the moonlight flickering on the ocean. She leans against me and I slide my arm to her hip. I love her little waist—it fits right in the crook of my arm.
She is completely relaxed in my arms. I gently give her a peck on her neck and she turns her head asking for more. I slowly oblige one peck at a time.
She moves as if to go back into our room but stops, positioning herself right in front of me. While resting on the railing with two hands, she slowly pushes her ass against my hardness. As I continue to kiss her neck, somewhat more energetically, she grabs my right hand, slides it down her shorts, and guides my left hand to her breast.
We are in somewhat uncharted territory. Aside from a few back seat liaisons at my request, we have rarely engaged in this level of semi-public intimacy.
But I’m game.
With my hand in her shorts, I inch my way down to her mound. With my hand on her breast I gently massage and circle her nipple. With my lips I continue to kiss, suck, and nibble the as-yet-untouched regions of her neck. With her hands back on the railing, Stacy smiles, closes her eyes, and leans back into me.
The beach is mostly empty and the closest lights are on the pier, far enough away from us. No one can see us. But we can see both directions down entire beach. There are a few people milling around, but far enough away for comfort.
And with a quick glance to ascertain these facts, I slide Stacy’s tank top down to expose her left breast. Her breath quickens but she doesn’t protest. I glide my fingers across her bare nipple. It stiffens immediately in the cool air and goose bumps rise across her skin.
I slowly build circular pressure with my right hand on her pussy. As I’m playing gently with her clit, kissing her neck, and rubbing her left nipple, Stacey suddenly drops her shorts and thong, and leans her head and chest over the balcony railing, raising her ass up to me.
What privacy we had being a few steps away from the railing is gone. If someone was leaning over any balcony on our floor and looking in our direction, she would be seen. Stacy’s left breast is out of her tank top, her right nipple is peaking just over the edge, and a huge grin is on her face.
I slide my hand up the backs of her legs to her pussy. It’s absolutely dripping. Literal strings of wetness are visible. And with that I slide my dick inside her forcefully in one motion.
“Mmmmhmhmmmmmmmmm!”
That was really close to a moan…
I pull her tank top down and release her right breast, now she’s fully baring herself towards the beach.
And I start.
No more seductive, slow thrusts. This is pure, primal, sex. As I hold both breasts in each hand, teasing both nipples in my fingers, she pushes back into me as I thrust repeatedly, deep and quick.
I lean in to her ear and whisper as I thrust… “Moan for me…”
“What, no, haha,” Stacy giggles.
And then with the next thrust, I hear it.
“Ahhh! Ohhh!”
I move my hands to her shoulders for a better grip.
“More,” I say loudly.
I thrust.
“Ohhh! OH! Ahhhhh!”
It’s a guttural moan. It’s always been there deep inside.
“Uhh! Uhh!”
With each thrust she moans as her breasts rock back and forth over the railing for anyone to see.
“UHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh….”
She melts into me.
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