I’ve been stalking around here at MarriageHeat for a while, but this is my first post. I’m not an English major like some of you awesome storytellers, so please be kind! [MH Editors’ note: Don’t worry, we’ve got your back! 
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My wife and I have been married for over 20 years, and she is truly a blessing from God—a blessing for which I thank Him every day. She completes me in every way, spiritually, mentally, and physically.
To help with the visuals, she is five-foot-five and 130 pounds, with olive skin and long, curly hair. She is blessed with beautiful C-cups, a small waist, and beautiful hips that blend into a nice, tight ass.
I, on the other hand, am just above 6 feet. My job is demanding, so I try to keep in shape by going to the gym and playing sports. I also have an olive complexion, but I am a little lighter shade than she is.
This story happened years ago after we had our second child, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was our first vacation alone together without the kids. I surprised her with a weeklong cruise on one of the beautiful cruise ships that sails out of Florida.
To say we were excited would be a huge understatement. My wife decided to make it even more exciting by having us abstain from sex for a week prior. It’s not what I would have suggested, but although it was hard in more ways than one (wink), I went along with the idea.
I can distinctly remember one night in that week prior to the cruise. We were spooning, my cock was granite-hard pressing against her ass, and my right hand lay on her naked left breast, cupping it and circling my thumb and forefinger around her beautiful half-dollar areola.
I was regretting my choice to go along with her plan of temporary abstinence, and wishing I had never agreed to it.
From the rhythmic motion of her hips, I had a hunch that, although she was playing coy, she might be in the mood too. Always up for a challenge, I tried to persuade her. I slowly slid my hand down from her breast, over her little tummy to her pink bikini panties, only to find that her sweet little pussy had soaked her panties.
She didn’t say a word about it.
“Baby, why are you so moist?” I questioned.
“Really, is my pussy wet?”
Yep, she was definitely playing coy.
For the next hour, I tried to get her to change her mind. At one point, I slipped my cock through her legs and slid it back and forth across her panty-clad, swollen lips, hoping she would crack. But her resolve was strong, and the only result of my efforts was that the sexual tension between us doubled.
During the week, we had done the usual things: bought vacation clothes, packed bags for the kids and us, and set up their accommodations with the grandparents. I also went lingerie shopping to surprise my bride.
Finally, Saturday came along. Before we even left the house, things started to heat up. My baby appeared from the bedroom wearing a low-cut top and a mini skirt. It still left a little to the imagination—at least, until she bent over and revealed she was wearing my favorite set of lingerie: a half-cut underwire bra that left her areolas exposed, and a matching G-string panty.
At the sight of her, my cock immediately started to expand and creep down my leg. Coy as always, she just smiled at me and walked away to gather up the little ones. I was left to put the bags in the car, all the while trying to get the blood to go somewhere other than my tool.
We dropped the kids off at the grandparents’, and then it began.
Over the next two hours, the teasing and groping didn’t stop, and the sexual tension was only amplified more. One or two times, as she moved in her seat or tried to reach for something, I got a glimpse of her eraser-hard nipples. I also was able to confirm that her panties matched her devilish bra. I wanted to get a closer look, but when I tried to get past the thin fabric, she swatted my hand away—playfully, but firmly. She was really committed to this!
Once we were aboard the cruise ship, we had to take an elevator to get to our room. Inside the elevator, even with two other passengers in it, she looked up at me and then kissed me, sliding her hot tongue deep into my mouth and grinding her pretty pussy against me through our clothing. I’m sure the other passengers had no doubts about what her intentions might be. She once again put me in a predicament, and as we exited the elevator, I needed to walk close behind her to hide my obvious erection.
As you can imagine, with all of the teasing that she had done by this time, I had plotted my revenge. Although I expect that is exactly what she wanted.
As the door opened to our room, all the pent-up animalistic lust that she had innocently provoked was about to come full circle.
As soon as the door shut, I grabbed her and pulled her to me. I planted one hand on her cheekbone and the other in her hair, kissing her deeply, burying my tongue deep in her mouth. Next up were her beautiful lips. I devoured her in our kiss, nibbling, and maybe biting a bit too hard, but there were no complaints from her—she was as ravenous as I was. Then I moved to her sexy neck, kissing, licking, and biting my way toward my next two targets.
By this time, she had untied my shorts and reached inside to grab a hold of my engorged and purple-veined cock. She then pushed the shorts to the floor as we tried to shuffle to the bed.
I was now busy squeezing and sucking on her breast over the top of her bra, while firmly gripping her luscious ass. The tiny barrier between us—that leopard print G-string—would have been ripped off of her if they weren’t my favorite set. My hesitation gave her the time to take control, and before I could get to my favorite place—her triangle of pure power—she showed me she had a different plan.
She sat on the bed and pulled me toward her by my throbbing cock until I was right in front of her lipstick-smudged mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue reached out to lick it, first the head, then underneath. Her hands held me, one gripping the base, the other holding the shaft.
She paused for a moment, looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, and smiled—waiting.
She was drawing out the moment just to increase the anticipation.
It was torture.
Then she engulfing the head of my cock and pressed her lips into the ridge just beyond the head. I moaned in pleasure, and tried to do some algebra in my head to slow the inevitable waterfall of cum that was soon to follow. I realized that if I didn’t stop her, this would derail the plans I had for her.
I gently pushed her off of me and laid her on the bed. Pulling her skirt off and her soaked G-string to the side, I headed for my next target. To my surprise, she had cleaned up a little more than usual, leaving only a tiny landing strip of hair above her otherwise clean-shaven pussy, putting her glistening, wet, full pussy lips on open display. She was so wet that when I covered her vulva with my hand and squeezed, it felt like a wet sponge.
Starting at the bottom of her delicate slit, I took my time, licking with long, flat strokes, avoiding her sensitive little button for as long as I could. When I finally started licking circles around her clit, she grabbed my hair and the side of my face to move me to just the right spot.
As I sensed her heading towards her first orgasm, rather than pulling my head tighter toward her, surprisingly, she pushed me away.
“No,” she gasped. She pointed to my cock, which had been sticking straight up since entering the room. “I want to come on that! I want you inside me, now!”
Who was I to argue?
I drew back, spreading her legs apart, put a pillow under her hips, then attempted to slowly enter her. But she was so wet that half my cock slid into her instantly, accompanied by a delicious moan from her. Within a minute or two I was buried deep within my precious. The wait had been worth it. She was in heat, moaning louder than ever, and I couldn’t remember being harder as I repeatedly sank into that tight little pussy of hers.
I’m not sure how I didn’t come, but I pulled out and had her turn over, telling her I was going to let her come now. She pleaded for a minute for me to just keep going, but she eventually complied, positioning her head on the bed and her ass up in the air. We were both sweating by this time, and nothing looked hotter than her beautiful ass in the air and her swollen pussy between her legs.
“Close your eyes,” I told her. “I have a surprise for you.”
She did as instructed, and from the carry-on bag, I pulled out a blindfold, a bullet vibe, and a vibrating dildo. We had used the bullet vibe before, but she had never had a dildo inside her pussy, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
Covering her eyes with the blindfold, I was about to take my revenge.
Turning on the bullet vibe, I ran it over her ass and each breast before handing it to her and telling her to put it on her clit. I then slowly slid my cock into her while she assaulted her little clit with the bullet vibe. Sensing she was about to come, I quickly pulled out. She protested, which I rewarded with a playful slap on her ass.
Next, I grabbed the brown vibrating dildo and dragged it slowly up and down, across and between her ass cheeks. When I positioned it at her creamy pussy entrance, her moaning and writhing paused. From her body language, I knew she was both curious and worried as I pressed the brown cock head against her wet lips. I could feel her hesitation, but she was so wet that with little pressure, the head easily popped into her, causing her to moan loudly once again. Seconds later, I heard the speed of her bullet vibe increase. With the blindfold on, she didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she obviously liked how it felt.
After sliding about three inches of the dildo into her, I twisted the knob to start its vibration.
That was all she could take.
Her pleasure skyrocketed instantly, and she exploded in her first leg-shaking orgasm. She’s multi-orgasmic, so the first one was soon followed by another. This time, I let her have two more inches of the cock and turned up the vibration a notch. She was now moaning and bucking involuntarily, her legs shaking, and her ass and pussy puckering with each wave of pleasure that gripped her body.
As soon as her second orgasm subsided a little, her third one started, and she pushed backwards hard at the same time, impaling herself on the thickest part of the fake brown cock. I turned the vibration to maximum and placed my other thumb on her puckered asshole, lightly stroking her sensitive ring to add even more to her pleasure.
What happened next is burned in my brain forever.
While bucking and shaking, her breasts swaying, she let out a guttural moan that shook me to my core. This orgasm seemed to last for minutes on end—three or four at least!—and ended with her using her pussy to push the dildo out of her. She fell over on the bed in a messy, spent, and satisfied heap of pure bliss.
She lay there for about five minutes, her chest heaving as I caressed, massaged, and kissed her. She thanked me over and over.
As she started to come back to earth, she reached for my cock—she wasn’t done! I couldn’t believe it, but she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my cock deep inside of her tight hole. Still having the bullet vibe in her hand, she restarted the assault on what must’ve been a rather sore clit by this time.
It did not take long for me to explode inside of her with what must have been a gallon of cum, and I don’t know how she did it, but she came one more time.
We were now both spent and in a state of euphoria. We lay there wordlessly, panting in shared exhaustion and satisfaction.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, breaking the silence.
We both laughed and headed out for food.
At that moment of her most body-shaking orgasm, I feared being replaced by that fake vibrating cock. But I haven’t been replaced, even though years later, our toy chest has added even more options. As a lot of women have said here on MarriageHeat, apparently you can’t replace the real thing.
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