(L) – This story contains strong language.
We planned a trip to an all-inclusive, adults-only resort in the Caribbean. We fooled around for a whole week before the trip, and honestly, it was very, very hard, yet very, very exciting.
Why hard?
Because we chose to forbid ourselves to come. No orgasms for a whole week.
But everything else was on the table: licking, eating, devouring, fucking, anal penetration, fingering. Every night for a week, we turned ourselves on in one way or another—or multiple ways—that felt forbidden, so it was so much more hot and exciting.
Even though both of us wanted to come—and almost did because the tension was so high—we both somehow managed to refrain. But we both came to a point where it was painful and almost unbearable to keep holding back.
On the day of the trip, we left for the airport at 7:30 in the morning. Patiently, we waited in the car, then the airplane, then the bus, before we could actually shamelessly touch one another. After a whole week of being denied, twelve more hours of pain and hunger felt like an eternity—an erotically agonizing eternity.
As soon as we were alone in our resort room, I put on a new low-cut tank top to show off some very deep cleavage. It was only the beginning of me teasing my one and only during the whole trip. Even for myself, seeing my own cleavage was turning me on, because I knew what was waiting ahead of us: a very hot, sweaty, and exploding evening.
But even after we arrived at the resort and got to our room, we didn’t allow ourselves to let go just yet. There was one more thing on the agenda first: a delicious meal with the smooth ambiance of live Jamaican music.
Then . . .
No more waiting.
We were so hungry and so thirsty for one another. Now it was the time to fool around, play, devour, and let it all happen as it should be.
We decided to do what we called “fantasy challenges” where he wrote out five of his fantasies, and I wrote out five of mine. Then we opened and read them out loud, and decided together which one we were going to do that evening.
We decided I would suck him hard and make him explode, not in my mouth, but all over my face and my body, and then spread his semen all over me. There was only one simple condition: I would come after.
Then off we went on our erotic adventure. Oh, the waiting seemed to have been so long. It was so hard to bear.
The tension and the heat rose quite quickly in the room. I started to moan and scream his name louder and louder as his hands and tongue touched me and caressed me everywhere. As he touched my sensitive tits, it seemed like they were calling his name as well, begging for attention.
Our bed was a tangle of aroused flesh. I sucked him hard. He ate me hard. I sat straight on him, allowing him to fuck me real good and real deep. Oh, the feeling of his hard penis inside of me! Nothing can beat this. More! We just needed more!
I laid him down on his back and put his legs up, uncovering his balls and majestically erect penis. Oh, I wanted all of my manly husband. I was so thirsty for him! As fast as I could, I lay on my stomach and started licking. I went all the way up, sucked his balls one at a time entirely in my mouth, and then make my way up to his proud penis, sucking and licking it real good, as if I hadn’t had anything to drink for days. Oh, I was thirsty!
It was almost painful to bear the extreme tension of all the desires within me. I was so tense with sexual energy! My clit was swollen with excitement. It was ready to have it all, but it was not my time yet, I so desired to have my husband come all over my face.
I sat on him, taking his penis huge inside of me for a little bit, then surprisingly (or was it, really?) he pulled out of my hot and wet pussy, and said “I’m coming!”
He quickly moved to kneel over me. My first reaction was to allow him to come in my mouth, but then I remembered our challenge: he had to explode on my face. It would be the first time he did this to me, and I wanted all of it. I let his penis free, and then he directed his big weapon at my face and let loose the manly blast he had been storing up for more than a week. Oh, and it was such a heavy load! I was surprised at all the pleasure I felt at taking this explosion on my face. My pussy was leaking profusely. Like, a lot!
I spread all his manly semen over my face, my breasts, my stomach. I’m pretty sure some got in my hair, but I didn’t care. I could barely contain the desire anymore. I just wanted more of my man and his semen!
All my life I thought that coming on a woman’s face was humiliating, yet there I was, lying on my back, and being so turned on by it. I wanted more! As soon as he could be ready, I wanted my amazing husband to shoot straight at my face again, and allow me to spread his semen all over me. And it would be so sexy, exciting and private. He and I. I and he. Oh man.
But now my turn came. He turned around and knelt over me in a 69 position, allowing me to suck him some more while he positioned himself to eat me.
But he didn’t just eat me. No. He ate me like I was the first meal in days. And my tension was already so high. I couldn’t bear it.
My moans vanished quickly, becoming screams of pleasure that started growing louder and louder. There is such joy and satisfaction in screaming your husband’s name while he gives you pleasure, especially when you can’t do that at home because of family being present. He sucked my clit real, real good. I mean, after 15 years of marriage, my man has gotten so good at eating me that he has taken me from “I hate cunnilingus” to “Stuff your face in my pussy and eat me hard and fast, NOW!” He eats it oh so well.
He used one of my favorite cunnilingus techniques: putting my pussy between his lips and sucking as I would suck his cock. Up and down, and up and down. And then I couldn’t hold it anymore. I let him make me come, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, letting out all the satisfaction and the desire and the feelings that came with the climax.
But we were not done. Between normal life busyness and a full week of fooling around on the edge of climax and then not allowing it to happen, neither of us had come in almost 2 weeks. So just one each wasn’t going to do it tonight. We needed more.
He sat back up and started to masturbate me real good. He knows how to do it so well that there is never a need to do it myself. He is so good to me. I came again on his oh-so-talented fingers, screaming again all the pleasure that came with it. But this time, a flow of my liquid arousal came right out of my hot and swollen pussy and spread all over the sheets of our bed.
Both of us were all wet, covered in the love-missiles we had shot shamelessly at one another. We were both satisfied to have finally released all the tension that we had let build up. It was now shower time.
And this was only day one!
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