Hot Hotel Sex One Couple’s Erotic Journey

I open the bathroom cupboard and select two pink vibrators, a wand and a rabbit. I want to use them, my fingers on fire itching to touch my clit, well, begging really, but I grin and twist my lips to the left before dropping them in my bag. I chuckle, then grabbing all the toys, fifteen, I plop them all into the overnight bag. “I’ll just bring two bags. Might as well take you all to the hotel,” I murmur as I stand up.

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Hot hotel sex one couple's erotic journey

Hot hotel sex one couple’s erotic journey

My partner comes into the bathroom, his shirt is off and his stomach is calling me to run my hand down it into his lounge pants. “Taking all of what?” His eyes follow my gaze to his crotch, and he gives me his bedroom let’s fuck grin. He reaches out to stroke my arm, cupping my elbow before lifting my chin and kissing me on the lips. His lips are so plush and comforting.

I roll into his arms easy as I breathe with a sexy grin. After we separate our mouths, I say, “The toys. Who knows what we will want, so might as well bring the whole candy store. Plus, I ordered a few new things.”

“Oh, I’m intrigued,” he says as he pulls me to his chest, pushing my head against his hard pec. “I’m so ready for some hot hotel sex with my sexy babe.”

I smirk and give him a flirty look, ending with a lick of my lips. “No arguments from me,” I say.

His hard shaft is pressed to my gut. My clit is nagging me again for touch and dances with a jolt when he makes his cock twitch against my belly.

“You are tempting me something fierce here,” I say as I slip my hand under the waistband of his soft pants. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

He takes a step back and pushes me off his chest causing my hand to slip out of his pants. “Oh no, we are waiting. We’ve had this planned for months. If I cum now, I may or may not be able to once we get there and I for one want to do it there for sure.”

I pout.

He grabs my shoulders and pulls me to him again. He sucks my protruding lip into his mouth. I open my my mouth wide, and we kiss riding our tongues on each other’s, our hands migrating the hills and valleys of our bodies. His hand slips into my tank top and he squeezes my right breast a little too hard like he does when he’s really horny. I moan into his mouth and rub his shaft through his pants, then move my hands down to cup his ass cheeks.

“Mmm,” he murmurs into my ear. “This is going to be tough to stop precum production here I see.”

I take a step back. “Yes. Right. We need to halt production. We need the swimmies to stay inside, not come out to play.”

He chuckles. “Give me a hint about the new toys,” he pleads as he loads his toothbrush with white minty paste. He glints his eyes up at me and I give him a mischievous smile.

“It’s a surprise that you’ll love.” I slip my long brown hair into a hair holder, looping it through to make a floppy bun on the top of my head.

His blue eyes light. “Mmm. I like those kinds of surprises.” He shoves his toothbrush in his mouth, then drops his lounge pants making his engorged cock spring out and bounce.

“You’d better keep that thing out of my site or I’m going to handcuff you to the bed and force you to let me use it,” I scold, my breathing going heavy..

“I’d like to see you try that,” he says with a foamy mouth, spitting toothpaste out in a spray.

“No toothpaste talking. You’re making a mess.” I wet a towel and swipe the little white specks off the mirror.

“So, you like bodily messes.” He grins around the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. “You sure did last night anyway.”

“Not that kind I don’t.” I smile as I stuff my bag with my black lacy bodice lingerie, my stockings, and my red heels that I had laid out on the bed earlier. I skipped all the underwear. “And you’re still talking.” I walk over to my dresser. “I’m going commando all weekend. You want me to bring any panties for foreplay?” I grin at him from my dresser. He grins back from the bathroom.

“How about a black thong and one pair you don’t care if I rip?” He chuckles as he wipes his mouth with a towel.

I scoff. “Okay. I’ll look. But that might mean a shopping trip for panty replacement.”

He strokes his cock, which is still bare as he left his pants down the whole time while he brushed his teeth. “I’m all for new and exciting panties.”

I growl at him. “Seriously. Put that thing away or I’m going to maul you.”

He grins and pulls his pants up, having slept without underwear on it’s quick swift pull to cover his cock up.

I glare at him, point at his crotch. “I can still see it.” The bulge in his pants makes my clit lurch inside me with a jolt. “Fuck I’m so horny.”

“Good. Then you will be a beast at the hotel. I may have to restrain you. Did you pack rope and handcuffs?” He turns on the shower. “I’ll be ready in fifteen.”

“Yes, my love.” I smirk, biting the corner of my lower lip.

He pushes the bathroom door shut, which is probably a good thing to I don’t charge him like a ram. I grin as he keeps peeking at me through the crack until he fully shuts the door.

I shake my head as I shove my makeup kit into my overnight bag. “You despicable tease, you,” I holler.

 

Hot hotel sex one couple's erotic journey

The hotel lobby is cloaked zealously in white with a white marble floor, brilliant white pillars all over, and stark white walls that end up looking more elegant than plain in this environment. Mostly due to a few saving graces of puffy scarlet sitting chairs, a grey embroidered coach, and vases of red and yellow roses on the glass-topped end tables. Abstract art adorns the walls in daring flashes of aqua, deep blue, and yellow. It’s like we’ve stepped into a style magazine. I smile. One painting of a garden with many pastel wispy rectangles with antennas reminds me of my mom’s garden back home in Florida.

The lobby is busy with couples and families dressed for dinner. In the main sitting area sits a family with two young boys dressed in matching crisp deep blue polos and tan dress shorts, the mom is in a yellow sundress, and the dad in beige dressy summer shorts and a pale blue short-sleeved button-up shirt. They look like a sunny day. The two adults exchange looks, clearly laced with mischief as he grabs her butt for one second while the boys are squirreling around. I smile their way. I had read that this hotel even has childcare available so couples can enjoy alone time. What a concept. Where was this hotel fifteen years ago?

I freeze in place, my smile broadening. I remember those days when our own boys were that little, until I feel my own husband’s hand migrate onto my butt. I don’t spin to face him as I’m liking watching this sweet family, but I ask, “Can I help you, sir?”

“Nope, I’m pretty sure I’m just helping myself.” His voice coming from behind me gives my lust another stir as I can’t wait for him to fuck me doggystyle. He gives my right cheek a squeeze with his right hand, then his left follows suit to molest my other buttock. “You seem to be lacking an undergarment, babe.”

“Indeed. And indeed, you are,” I say as I look back at him with a grin.

“Can I help you?” asks the clerk at the front desk.

I spin around, my cheeks flushing. “Yes, we are checking in.” I try not to grin too suggestively as he mauls my butt again from behind with his strong hand grips. She hands me two key cards for our room as I struggle to stifle my grin.

“Here you are, enjoy your stay. You can leave your luggage on that cart over there and the bellhop will get them to your room.” She motions to a cart near the elevator. Her eyebrow raise and slight grin tells me she knows that he’s manhandling my butt. I’m sure especially in this hotel she’s seen this, and probably much worse. I give a silent chuckle but I’m afraid to turn around. If he’s going to keep his hands attached to my ass, if I turn, his hands will land square on my crotch, which will certainly make me yell out.

He releases my buttocks and I sigh. We migrate towards the elevator. The scent of fresh flowers hits my nose as we approach the elevator bay. We swiftly get in as the door opens.

“Wait,” he says. “I think we shouldn’t bother to hit the room. Let’s just get a drink then wait for our fun pool room appointment.” He grabs my arm to turn me and pulls me quickly out of the elevator before the doors shut. “We can grab our bags quick before the bellhop swipes them so we can get our stuff.”

“That’s probably a good idea. Because if I step inside that hotel room, I might attack you like a beast.”

He laughs. “A beast huh? Wait, maybe I want that instead.”

I drag his arm towards the cart with our suitcases. “Or, I guess I’ll do that in the fun pool room anyhow, right?”

He nods to me with a grin, a deep naughty grin, then gives a nod to the front staff desk people. “I’m in.” He hollers to them, “We are just taking these with us.”

The blond woman at the counter waves. We grab our bags and head for the hotel restaurant.

We find a table near the front window and I notice immediately the long tablecloth draped over it. It’s giving me a legit naughty idea so sneak under it. We sit and each order a drink from the waitress, but before he can even say a thing to me, I slip down under that cloak of a tablecloth. I situate myself under the table at his feet, fully hidden from the sight of everyone. Perfect! Fuck yes, this will be fun. I stroke his ankles and he sighs. I hear a zipper then my pink bullet remote-controlled toy with a tail appears under the table in his hand.

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“Put that in,” he whispers.

I do a silent clap, suppressing a squeal. I smile as I get on all fours and lift my sundress up. If someone lifted the tablecloth right now, they’d get a clear view of my asshole and cheeks, which the threat of sends tingles down my body. I slip the blinking toy into my pussy, then replace my dress so I can sit at his feet. He switches the toy on to rotating vibrations on his phone as I run my hands up his shins, over his knees, and up his thighs. I give out several low moans as I kneel in and reach up for his zipper. I pull his it down and he ramps up the strength of the vibrating toy inside me with his phone control. I gasp with a body jerk. I hear him chuckle.

“I own you right now,” he whispers.

Well, I own my own chunk of him right now as well. I eye up his bulge.

I naughty grin as I pull his hard cock out of his pants and take the head of it into my hot mouth. He lets out a low moan as I suck.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his hand grasping gently at my cheek.

I ride my tongue along the ridge of his bulbous head, stroke his cock shaft with my hand, then roam my hand to fondle his balls. I can hear his breathing speed up even from under the table, a low growl seeping from his lungs.

I moan against his flesh in my mouth as the toy inside me ramps my lust up higher as he moves it to the constant strong vibrate mode. My legs twitch. I run my tongue down his shaft, tracing his bulging veins with my tongue. I giggle, rub my cheek on his cock, then devour his head again, taking as much of his shaft as I can into my mouth.

He changes the pattern of the toy inside me to a faster pulsing and I gasp in response, his cock slips out of my mouth as I grip the tops of his thighs hard in response. His cock bobs in front of me, as he twitches it … it lightly slaps against my cheek as I lean my head over his lap. I fall into it and rest my face against his warm hard cock as he ramps up the toy to the solid continuous vibrate mode on high, which he knows usually makes me cum, or almost cum.

He hands me my wand vibrator and I giggle as I take it. I whisper, not caring if he will even hear me as I say, “You know me so well.” I push the little button on the toy and its lovely hum delivers a delicious familiar sound, one that might be a little bit too loud for a restaurant, but right now I could care less as it’s getting my pussy drooling. I press its big round vibrating head to my clit and groan, my shoulders curling towards my chest as my eyes roll back. “Fuck,” I mutter.

He chuckles.

Guess I’m not as quiet as I thought.

I fully pleasure my clit with the want for a minute, then I take his cock back into my mouth one-handed as my body is jerking from both vibrators massaging me inside and out. His hands play with my hair. I’m trucking to drive right up the hill to my climax. His cock falls out of my mouth as I crash into my orgasm, into cuming hard, my thighs twitching, my arms curling, my chin falling towards my chest as my pelvis sends gyrations through my body.

I gasp. He lifts his feet and rubs my thighs with them.

I twitch again as my vagina convulses for the fifth time, or so since I’ve lost count as my body jerks along itself … I’ve really mostly lost my brain. I pant as I pull the toy’s tail away from my super sensitive clit. I place the toys on his lap and give his cock a quick kiss before I crawl out from under the table. A couple at the next table over gives me knowing eyes with littles chuckles, the woman biting her lip to contain her smile a little bit. Damn, I love being amidst other sex-crazed people

My husband and I exchange knowing glances with the couple and each other.

I climb on to my chair just as the waitress arrives with our drinks. I can’t keep my face straight, and my husband fails to smother a sheepish expression. She drops off the drinks quickly and leaves us, even she seems to know what we just did with that grin on her face. Bet she’s used to it working here.

He nods to me as his ask.

“Yep, I did.” I take a sip of my red wine while a satisfied grin still overtakes my face.

“Very good,” he says as he fits the toys he had hidden on his lap into the overnight bag. He takes a long drag of his draft beer with a look of satisfaction.

I peek at his pelvis, his cock head is still bulging out at his waistband. He shows me a drop of precum is sitting atop his hole. I look around then lean down to swipe the bulb of liquid off the top of him with my tongue. As I sit up, he widens his eyes at me.

“You fucking rock, you know that?” He chuckles as I lick my lips.

“Oh, I know it.” I look around the restaurant. It’s elegant but comfortable in the restaurant, about half full with patrons. “I like the atmosphere. And clearly, everyone is quite sex positive-minded here.”

“Oh for sure.” He leans back in his chair. “They have to be with a hotel like this.”

We finish our drinks and appetizer plate, then make our way to our appointment at the private fun pool room. The set of three small private fun pool rooms loom before us next to the giant pool. The one we rented is complete with a massage table, a mini pool, and two sex chairs. The staff fully sanitizes the entire room between guests, so it’s safer. Thank goodness, but then Covid has changed us all.

The large pool for the hotel public is filled with families, a few parents sit on the lounge chairs beside the pool. A couple of teen boys are soaking in the hot tub with four adults who are sneaking drinks from tumblers.

The rental suites are not advertised as sex rooms, but basically, they are sex rooms. They are called fun pool rooms, but the intent is clear … they are for couples to rent and fuck in. The staff had mentioned if we wanted the sex chair removed, they would gladly do so. I had laughed so hard into the phone after that one that the person on the other of the line had gasped. I had apologized and she had laughed and said I wasn’t the first one to respond that way.

We check in with the desk clerk near the rooms and my only concern is I might be too loud and the people in this pool area will know I’m getting my brains fucked out. Not something children need to hear. However, there is music playing so there is some hope of a cover.

I smile coyly at the man checking us in. “How … soundproof … are these rooms?”

He gives me a sly grin. “Oh, they are very soundproof. No need to worry, the rooms were designed that way. We keep things very discreet for our guests.” He nods with a raise of his dark eyebrow, his chocolate brown eyes direct yet soft.

I laugh. “Oh good.” My cheeks flush again, which is rare thing for me to happen once in a day, let alone twice.

“You have an hour. If you stay in longer, I will knock on the door and enter, but only after I knock a second time. Please finish up at my first warning knock and come out as our schedule is always fully booked. Some people even set a timer on their phones for fifty minutes so they have time to finish up and get dressed.” He bites his lower lip and widens his warm mocha brown eyes, which rivals his hair in its depth of deep chestnut brown, his eyes bright and rich glinting from the desk lights. “If you find you need more time, keep in mind you may reserve the room for up to two hours next time, and each room is a bit different with its contents.”

Sounds like bliss to fuck for two hours in such a room. I finger the button on my sundress at my cleavage, which brings his eyes to my breasts. Immediately I wonder if he ever joins in the fun of a couple in one of these private rooms. That’s a very hot thought. Probably frowned upon, but the thought wets my pussy.

“Well, thank you. I thought all rooms were the same,” I say feeling my libido rise as I watch my husband walk into the private pool suite. I can’t wait for him to ram himself into me after we foreplay the fuck out of each other, edging until we reach the ultimate most risen climax, deliciously me second of the day.

“Nope. One has a sex swing, hot tub, and foam wedges. Another is geared up with BDSM equipment, and yours has the massage table and sex chairs. So. Enjoy,” he says with a knowing grin. “And remember we are open twenty-four hours a day if you want to try all three rooms during your stay. Just book soon as there aren’t many openings left for the weekend.”

I bite my lip. Clearly, with the lusty look on his face, he enjoys this job. I have to wonder what delicious things he’s seen, especially in the wee hours of the night, or when he’s had to walk in on someone who won’t leave on time. I shiver as I imagine inviting him to watch my husband and I mess around. My pussy slickens further at the thought.

As I walk into the room and shut the door, the second I spin around he is on me, pushing me up against the glass wall next to the door. My clit twitches as he presses his mouth to mine.

Behind my head, It’s a full wall of clouded glass blocks that I can’t help but wonder if it shows any impression of our bodies through. The thought is tantalizingly delicious with a bit of a voyeur feel, tugging at my exhibitionistic desires.

He glances up at the ceiling. “What they need in here is a video camera to record us. Or some mirrors. I’d buy such a video from them and watch myself fuck you over and over again.”

“We should add it to their suggestion box.” I give him a haughty look. I sigh. “Make your own homemade porno. Fuck I love that idea. They could charge for it. Make money.”

He presses himself harder into me, his cock shaft as hard as a rock against my soft tummy. I glance down and he’s all muscle and hard dick. I sigh but he takes my mouth in a kiss so I can’t complete my sigh. I moan as his hands claim my head, his fingers working into my hair, cupping my ears, rubbing down my neck to cradle and squeeze my breasts through my dress.

“You are mine,” he whispers into my mouth as he pulls out of our deep kiss. “All mine, oh lovely sexy cumslut of mine.”

I giggle. “I want you to mess with me and fuck me all over this room. Drive me crazy. Use me.” I glance over at the chair and then notice a blow-up couch thing shaped like half of a figure-eight against the other wall. “Wow. What is that blow couch thing?”

He follows my gaze. “Must be the sex chairs.”

We both walk over to it, too curious to keep kissing without knowing more about this sex furniture. There’s a sign above it on the wall that reads body pillow sofa. A poster below the sign shows about ten different sexual positions on this sofa.

“Oh, they give us tips,” my husband says with a gleam in his eyes. “This is going to be fun.” He fingers one of the metal loops on the side. “Restraint loops. Fuck. They’ve thought of everything.”

We both lock eyes, our passion building as we then turn our gazes to the massage chair, and then the sex chair.

“Sex sells. And yeah. We totally should have booked two hours,” I say with a jerk of my head to get my hair out of my eyes.

“Totally. Yup. We will have to book today for another room for tomorrow. And two hours, if they have it left.” He pushes back the hair that had fallen over my eyes, snugging behind my right ear.

I walk over toward the other sex chair, running my hand along the massage table in the center of the room as I make my way there. First, I take in a deep slow breath running my hand along the black metal bars of the chair, the cool metal chilling my fingers. I next slip my fingers into the seat long hole slit down the middle. I grip the back of the chair, which is basically a backrest with handles on it. I shiver as I imagine holding on, gripping hard while he fucks me from behind. The thought sends a little jolt of electricity that makes my clit twitch.

“Oh, the possibilities,” I murmur. “Doggy. And the lovely little pool.” I swing my hand towards the pool. It’s a tiny pool of about ten feet by ten feet in a kidney shape. “We can skinny dip.”

He nods. “Doggy, then dip. Did I mention I love you yet today?”

I chuckle as I walk through the opening that partially separates the two parts of the room. The room is divided into two sections with little half walls separating the pool area from the furniture area.

“We need to buy some of this sex furniture for home. Damn. It’s looks hot as fuck.” His cock sways as he walks.

I nod as my heart begins to pound.

My husband sets the timer on his phone as I turn on the music system. Its soft sensual music is just perfect for sex. I notice a dimmer on the light switch and go to set mood lighting, but my husband stops my hand.

His eyes soften. “Please, can we leave it on? I love to see all of you, every speck.”

I nod, though I prefer mood lighting. I smile; I love indulging him. He’s so much more for the visuals than I am.

“I know you don’t care. Hell, you love to be fucking blindfolded.” He moans as he reaches for me. “But I can’t get enough of looking at you.”

“True. We are different sexual creatures.”

“Blessedly so.” He pulls me to him, and we kiss. His hands slide down my sides to fondle my hips. He slips his hands under the hem of my sundress and pulls it up. We separate as he pulls it over my head and tosses it near our bags. He swiftly undoes my bra and throws it behind himself without looking, a grin plastered across his face.

His chest is rising and falling as he pants. He bows his head to suckle my nipple while holding my other breast in his other hand.

I dip my head back and sigh against his nipple sucking. He pinches my nipple and tugs on it while nibbling lightly on the one occupying his mouth. I roam my hands through his loose curls before I let my them fall to his broad shoulders. He stands and we kiss again, deeply.

“Mmmm, yummy,” I murmur.

He scoops me up like a baby and carries me to the giant sex pillow, which seems like more of a blow-up lounge chair than anything else. He lays me on it then slips his fingers across my bare pussy cleft. The chair is a soft velvet and smells faintly of a crisp citrusy cleaner, which is a good thing. I cringe as I imagine the chore of having to clean this room.

“What?” he asks me.

“Imagine having to be the one to clean this room?” I shudder again.

He laughs. “Oh, no. I never thought of that. Wow. That is kind of nasty.”

I giggle. “I know, right. I’m just happy this chair smells like cleaner, rather than cum.”

“Well, the fine print does say do not get any bodily fluids on the furniture or in the pool. So, they want people to be careful.”

“Not always possible though,” I grin devilishly. “When having fun, we tend to get carried away.”

“Indeed, we do.” He glances up at the poster. “Now this seat is absolutely perfect for cowgirl. Or reverse cowgirl.” He grins. “I want reverse so I can get at your ass.”

“Oh, really?” I ask as I slip off the big sex pillow and he takes my spot, spreading himself fully across the piece of furniture.

I lift my leg and crawl over his pelvis, facing his feet. I kneel over him in a straddle, my arms supporting me upright leaning towards the raised end of the blow-up sofa. He readjusts, situates his hips at the lowest point of the dip and I line my vagina up ready to slide down on him.

My pussy is practically quivering with wanting something in it.

He places his hands on both of my hips as I rub my ass cheeks up and down so that his cock rides my crack. Pretty sure my pussy must be soupy by now.

“Mmm, fuck, baby, this is hot.” He gives my right ass cheek a light slap as I glide up and down his shaft with my buns. “You are my naughty girl and I love it.” He slaps my ass again, then wiggles his fingers into my pussy, stopping me from gliding myself along his cock. He begins to fondle my labia lips and my wetness grows as he visits my clit, then goes back to my pussy and begins to finger me, giving a sharp slap here and there.

I lean forward, moaning loudly with each slap. Positioned on my knees, I drop my head as I moan much more loudly. “That feels amazing,” I moan and bite my lower lip as he begins to finger fuck my vagina with two fingers.

“Mmm. I can’t wait to eat you out upside down on this next,” he murmurs.

A gasp catches in my throat. The thought of that sends an extra release of fluid out of me as his fingers make slosh sounds going in and out. I’m juicy as fuck. I stiffen my arms and drop my head backward, moaning as I arch my back.

He lifts my hips up higher and I raise up as much as I can. He then lines his cock up with my pussy and I slide down his shaft. We both deeply groan at that delicious moment of first penetration.

“Mmmm, fuck,” he mutters.

He squeezes my butt cheeks as I begin to ride him up and down.

He lets out his low growl that always drives me wild.

I bounce harder and faster.

“Mmm, fuck and fuck,” he mutters as he gives me another light ass slap.

I ride for about twenty more seconds, both of us panting and grunting before he says, “Ok, you’d better stop or I’m gonna lose it. Fuck that felt amazing.” He clears his throat. “You lie down. I’m gonna eat your pussy until you cum. My cock needs to not be touched for a moment.”

I grin because I fucking love that. “Love driving you to the edge.” I glance back at him.

He raises both eyebrows. “You do in a short time, every time, babe.”

I climb off of him so he can stand up. He pats the bump of the blow-up closest to him. “Plant your lovely pussy mound right here, my love.”

I climb on and follow his instructions which results in my ass in the air, the highest point of me just as he likes it. I nestle my face down in the dip of the large blow-up. It’s unbelievably comfy along my tummy and cushiony against my breasts. This position alone wets my pussy further as I know he’s looking at all of me under the bright lights. Not that he hasn’t seen this view of my asshole thousands of times before, the location, this room, this furniture is ramping everything up for me. I wouldn’t say no to a video camera on a tripod at this moment either. Fuck.

“Damn, we need way more than an hour to use all the bells and whistles of this room.” He flicks up the metal loop on the side of the blow-up and lets it fall making it clink on its fastener. “You brought handcuffs, right?”

My clit twitches. I gasp. Oh, fuck, I want it.

My voice comes out in breathy wisps as I say, “Baby, I brought all of our toys. And the new ones too.” I glance back at him with a sly smile. “I bought you that vibrating butt plug you saw online.”

“Oh? Mmm. Maybe I can get you to try it too.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

I give a slight shudder. “Maybe,” I whisper as I snuggle my cheek against my forearms.

“They have sheets on that shelf over there. I’m going to add one as I know I’ll dribble as I eat you.”

My heart thumps in anticipation. I want his mouth sucking on my clit so bad.

He walks over to the wall.

I smile, my cheek brushing the velvet beneath me as my face spreads into the grin.

His cock sways like a loose boom as he walks. He snatches a sheet and returns to me.

I hop off so he can lay it across, then climb back on, ass up again as he comes up behind me.

“Give me your cum, baby,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ass cheeks and pussy lips, causing me to deeply sigh in anticipation. “I’m going to suck it out of you.”

I scrunch my shoulders up with excitement. The first touch of his tongue is lush and makes me moan. He manipulates his tongue around my labia lips and tickles my clit. He dives down, his nose dipping into the crack of my ass cheeks as he does. I remind myself to relax and not shudder with fear as his tongue makes its way to my asshole. He licks all my creases and skin folds around my anus, which I’m still getting used to the sensation of, but nonetheless it makes me close my eyes.

I moan as he returns his tongue to my vaginal opening to flick his tongue in and out of me. I begin to pant hard.

He travels down towards my clit as I squirm and moan, thrashing slightly against his mouth. He flattens his tongue and devours my clitoris with his mouth wide open and I cry out.

“Oh, yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck. Mmmmmm,” I chant as he fully sucks my clit.

He continues to eat me out and I’m quickly ramping up the hill towards climaxing. His hands migrate between mauling my ass cheeks and squeezing my thighs. He slips two fingers in to finger fuck me as he sucks my clit and labia lips.

Feeling owned, I’m lost in the constellation of pleasure, utterly useless.

He’s controlling every aspect of me as I fully submit to all he wants to do to me. He slips one finger into my asshole and I don’t even flinch, I just breathe and feel as I free-fall into my lust, diving with only the net of him beneath me.

I moan as his clit sucking sounds solidify my climb to the top of my orgasm. I’m gonna tip, I know it.

He slips his arms under my thighs and pulls my pussy fully to his face while hugging my hips between his hands. He sucks my little folds into his mouth fully and I feel myself about to cream. It makes me crash into that unstoppable slide as my legs draw up and twitch, my vagina contracting, my arms bending, chest curling my body into more of a C shape. I can’t stop my lips from pursing as the convulsions pulsate through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum for me baby,” he murmurs, his hot breath bathing my pussy as it convulses. He licks my pussy lips like a lollipop.

I lay stunned, as usual, amazed at the strength of my orgasm.

He backs away from my pussy, which I’m grateful for because my clit is almost too painful to touch right now.

Finally, I can say, “Wow.” I sigh as I roll off the couch thing. “That’s was utterly amazing. You like put me in a sex trance. Oh, my Gawd.”

“It’s the room. So. Sex chair next?” he asks with a jerk of his head toward the black metal chair.

“Yes.” I nod. “I have an idea. How about you stick your cock through that slit and I’ll suck you from underneath, if you lean forward, and then I can put the new vibrating butt plug in your ass.”

“Oh, well, shit. I might cum in like a minute with doing that.” He chuckles, his eyes full of that bright gleam of passion that I love.

I grin. “Or, when you need to, go take a dip in the pool to cool your jets, then you can fuck me on this chair however you want.” I tap my temple with my index finger. “Yeah, we definitely need more time in this room, no doubt.”

He scurries to the black metal sex chair, complete with a dumb goofy grin on his face.

I smirk at him and walk over to the bag to retrieve his new toy.

“I’m getting your toy. Be right there.” I rummage in the bag and sigh as the feeling of euphoria still consumes me.

“I want it to be your toy too.”

I pull it out and examine it. “Maybe,” I say as I walk over to him, tapered tip pointed up towards the ceiling.

He has positioned his pelvis over the chair, his engorged cock hanging down through the slit in the seat, his hands touching the ground to support his upper body, his legs sticking out the back, thighs parted, his asshole waiting for me.

I lube up the butt plug with coconut oil and spread his right ass cheek to the side to widen the space between his buttocks. I slowly insert the lubed toy as he groans out. I grab the little remote control that had fallen to the floor and tap the button to turn it on.

“Mmm, fuck,” he murmurs, dropping his head between his biceps. “Unreal.”

I snake my way through his arms to slither myself beneath the sex chair. I shove the pillow I grabbed from the massage table beneath my back to help support me as I blow him. I grab his cock with my right hand and he groans out, then he callss out even louder as I take the burgeoning head of his dick into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” He lets out a gravelly low growl as I suck and stroke him.

I grin, I love that he’s pinned to the chair with me holding his cock through the slit. My pussy wets against his fingers as he fondles with his left hand. His legs are shifting, writhing, his toenails lightly scraping against the tile floor.

He stops playing with my pussy as he lets out a tremendous groan. I run my tongue along the thick ridge of his cock head, then down the protruding vein along the side as I stroke the rest of his shaft with my freshly re-coconut-oiled hand.

He attempts to stand, but I’m holding his cock with my hand and mouth below the chair, so he goes nowhere.

“Aw, baby, you’ve gotta let me go or I’m gonna lose it,” he whimpers. “Quick!”

I release him and he bounds for the pool. I giggle.

“Don’t slip,” I call out. “Wait, pull out the plug first. And don’t cum in the pool.” I don’t bother to stifle my chuckle.

He stops and plucks out the plug, not able to carefully set it down, he drops it on the foam mat beside the pool. Mmm, that looks comfy for pool fucking bent over the side. Damn, now I want to do that.

He plunges himself fully into the pool with a look of utter pleasure on his face. His sigh is evident on his face as he sinks and takes a dunk under. He pops back up and runs his hands through his hair.

“Mmm, you are sexy as fuck all naked and wet, sweet cheeks,” I murmur in a sexy voice.

“My turn to torture you now. Hmmm… pool fucking or chair?” he crawls out of the pool, his cock only slightly less hard even after the water plunge. “I want you in the chair as we’ve never used a sex chair. But I’m fucking buying one tomorrow, so can hide it in our closet.”

“You don’t have to talk me into it, what we just did was hot as fuck.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me to the chair. He positions me with my legs lined up with the chair legs and bends me forward.

I sigh deeply. “I want your cock in me now.”

“With pleasure.” He presses his cock to my ass cheeks. “Grab those handles and hold on tight.”

I tip my ass up and drop my head as I grip the handles, the foam handles squishing slightly between my fingers.

“I want to strap you to this chair and fuck you like a stallion next time.”

“Mmm, promises, promises,” I murmur.

He grips my hips and rubs his cock along my pussy lips, up my ass crack, and back down. He lines himself up with my pussy hole and inserts his cock into me. As he pumps, he grips my thighs and then reaches around to grab at my tits, first cupping one then pulling both together before releasing me and pumping into me harder. He squeezes my breasts and tweaks my nipples.

“Mmmm, yes, yes, yes, fuck me.”

His thrusts are strong and forceful, rubbing my pussy, causing her to flare slightly.

I squeeze his cock with my vaginal walls and he groans out loudly. Those Ben Wa balls strengthening I’ve been doing around the house enabling me to give him some nice lush squeezes.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby, fuck, yes,” he moans as he slaps his skin against mine in an ever-quickening rhythm, making my ass cheeks gyrate violently.

He pounds into me as I moan. He reaches around and places one hand on the cleft of my pussy lips and presses his finger against my clit pinning it to me.

“Oh, fuck me, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, yes,” I pelt out as he pounds himself into me.

He grips my hips and rails me.

My lust thickens as he’s jack-hammering me, gripping my hips as he slams me from behind. “Aw, fuck,” I wail, way too loud.

Then he freezes.

“What?” I ask, my voice sounding like a lost little girl.

He pulls out and steps away from me. “I think we are getting near the end of the hour.” He points to the foam mat next to the pool. “Lay here.”

I walk over and lay on the mat on my back.

He kneels and crawls between my legs, pressing his full body against mine lengthwise, he presses his open mouth to mine and we kiss. My hands dredge into his hair, meander down his neck to his shoulders as we kiss. He trails kisses down my chin, to my neck, and down over the tops of each breast. He takes a turn suckling and nibbling on each of my nipples as I rub and pinch his nipples.

He drags his cock along my pussy lips and then enters me. He thrusts into me voraciously as I trail my hands along all of him down to his ass cheeks. I press him against me to get all of him deep inside me.

He grunts and groans. I can tell he’s close to cuming, I’m ramping up but won’t cum this time. It’s his turn.

He lets out a giant groan and I feel his wetness spill inside me, his thrusting sounds now sloshier as he drifts off his high climax of cuming.

“Mmmmmm,” he mutters as he rolls to the side of me and lies flat. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” I echo.

He sighs. “Wow. Tthat was all so damn hot. What a room this is.” He strokes my cheek, drags his finger down to my neck, along my side boob, and rests his hand on my belly. “I’m sure he’s about to knock.”

I grab for a towel that’s rolled up beside the pool and dab my pussy with it to get the wetness off. “Well, we made it then.”

He says, “Let’s skinny dip quick before he knocks. That will feel amazing after that kickass mind-blowing fuck session.”

I smile and stand, walk over to toss the towel in the hamper. When I turn around, he’s already in the pool.

“Did you at least wipe the cum off?” I ask him with a guffaw..

“Nah, I only have dribbles, it’s all in you mostly.”

“True,” I say as I slip into the cool water as we get the knock on the door.

“Well, at least we made it, even for a quick dip,” he says with a scoff.

“Yep, very quick.” I glide around in the water, the delicious feeling of it all along my skin cradling me into an even deeper feeling of euphoria.

“Wow, this feels amazing,” I say as I side-stroke my way across the pool.

“Yeah, it really does.” He dips under the water and pops up, his hair collected in chunks of wet curls.

“I want to try all the rooms and do this one again. We never even used the massage table.” I raise my eyelids up as high as I can.

“Nor the restraint loops.”

“You must really want to use those. You’ve brought them up like three or four times.” I give a silent chuckle, though honestly, it turns me the fuck on too.

He grins. “Yeah, I guess I have at that haven’t I.” He gives me a sexy sheepish grin, the one I give in to every damn time. “I do want to do that to you and then drive you wild, make you cum like five times before I fuck your brains out.”

“Oh, fuck yes. Please. All of that.” I glance at the furniture, my lust churning again.

We finish up our skinny dip, dry off, and dress.  Back out in front of the clerk, we book a time for the next day for two hours in the swing room.

I feel exhilarated as we walk away, past all the kids and adults chattering and laughing in the big pool, a few adults giving us the knowing grins, and we head to our hotel room to unpack and get ready for dinner.

In the bathroom of our hotel room, I freshen up my makeup, then slip on my red dress and matching heels. I walk out of the bathroom and twirl for him. “Ready.”

“You look amazing, baby. I love that dress on you, and those stockings and heels drive me wild.” He’s dressed in his casual suit. “I can’t wait to slip them off later.”

“And you look good enough to eat.” I smile up at him.

He pulls me to him tight and I sink in. “From under the table again?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Indeed,” I say as a smile secret smile spreads across my mouth.

I link my arm through his as we walk down the hall.

In the elevator, I whisper, “I can’t wait until we do the swing room. I’ve always wanted to try one of those things.” I take in a deep inhale and silently chuckle. “And the BDSM room too.”

“Me too, but don’t worry, I just want to restrain you, nothing more.”

“Love, we’ve been together for years, I’m not worried at all.” I snuggle into his arm as the elevator takes us down to the lobby. “We can try new things. I’m game.”

“Good because when you were in the bathroom, I booked the BDSM room.”

I wiggle my eyes with a giggle. “Oh, indeed. You are feeling adventurous, arent you.” I squeeze his arm. “Just so happens, so am I.”

THE END

 

By Ruan Willow

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