[MF] in the pool, and what came later

This happened on my honeymoon with my second wife. If you need details: I’m 6′, a big guy, shaved head, beard. She’s 5’8, shoulder-length brown hair and light green eyes, curvy (spectacular boobs and amazing hips), and unbelievably sexy. She brought two wonderful bikinis on our honeymoon, although this story happened on our second day while she was wearing a (relatively) chaste strapless one-piece. At this point she was 30 and I was almost 40.

My wife is a bit of an exhibitionist — we’ve had semi-public sex, as well as done BDSM play in public which included her having multiple loud orgasms — but that stuff had fallen off in the past year or so as our lives got more complicated. Still, we always touch each other casually, and have a lot of intimacy.

So anyway. We’re at an all-inclusive resort somewhere outside of America, and the weather is warm and sunny. We have an early breakfast, and then go down to spend the day at the pool. We claim a spot for our stuff, get some towels, and then get in. It’s pretty dead there — maybe ten other people in the entire area — although the pool is surrounded by buildings full of rooms, and at any time someone could see us.

It starts with kissing, and her kisses never fail to make me unbelievably hard. I don’t know what it is about them, or her, but when her whole body melts into mine as my mouth finds hers, my cock responds instantly. She knows, too — we’ve been together a while; she knows my reactions, and what she does to me. She’s sitting on a ledge under the water, and I’m standing, and her legs go around me. She’s very obviously trying to grind against my cock, which I know is something that she loves to do, and I adjust so that it’s easier.

The kissing gets hotter, and deeper, and if anyone was watching they’d know exactly what was going on. But we’re in a slightly-private area, and our ears are open.

My ears pick up on the change to her breathing that says she’s already getting close. I adjust her again, holding tight to her backside and digging my fingers into her as I clench and release my PC muscles, causing my cock to shift against her. Even through my suit and hers she’s breathing faster and whimpering slightly.

One hand comes around, slides between us, and even though she’d said jokingly that there was no way I’d be getting into her suit (it was a little tight) I proved her wrong. My index finger finds her clit and strokes it, and she practically explodes in my arms, shuddering, forcing herself to stay quiet.

When she comes down, she says something about how hard it is not to get loud, and that just spurs me on. Her hand finds my cock through my suit, and I untie the top of it so she can reach inside. At this angle she can’t close her hand around me, but she squeezes and strokes, forceful and fast. I start kissing her again, moaning into her mouth, touching her clit, whispering against her lips about how quiet she has to be, and about how loud she’s going to be later when we’re back in our room. She comes again, teeth clenched, and then gently urges my hand away. She’s still working on me, though, and as good as it feels to have her hand around my cock, the last thing I want to do is mess up the pool.

When I take her hand away, her legs go around me again and she says, in a voice absolutely dripping with heat, “I would fuck you right now if I could.”

Instead we go into a cabana and make out for a while, but there are a lot of people around and “immoral behavior” is a specific no-no on the signs around the pool. I guess the resort knows what people are here for.

A few more times over the course of the day, we mess around in the pool, but nothing as explicit as that first time in the morning.

Eventually we get back to our room. We kiss and snuggle, but it’s late and we need to get ready for dinner. We have maybe ten minutes before one of us needs to get into the shower and I’m kissing her: her mouth, her shoulders, her chest, her tummy, and in the general vicinity of her breasts. I avoid her nipples, though — even though they’re quite obviously interested, that would mean we’re moving from sweet to sexual and she’s said we don’t have time.

I stop kissing and cup one breast, my thumb perilously close to her areola. I know she doesn’t want to stop; I know she wants to keep going. I ask her if I can, and she says “my breasts did like what you were doing.” She’s perfectly capable of saying no if she wants me to stop, but when I dip my head to her chest and take her nipple into my mouth, she arches and moans. With one arm she grabs my head and pulls me closer, which is a signal that she wants me to be more forceful.

Fine by me. My other hand comes up and I take her other nipple between thumb and forefinger, starting gently before I tighten my grip. Her body arches again, and when I suck harder on her right nipple, working it with my tongue and scraping it with my teeth, the whimpers and moans start again.

I was already hard, but her noises are such a turn-on that I pull her leg between mine so that she can feel me throbbing. Which, in turn, makes her that much hotter, and when my free hand moves between her legs she doesn’t protest — despite what time it is. She’s wet and slippery, and my fingers stroke her clit the way she loves while I suck ever harder on her nipple.

Her orgasm is amazing, and this time she doesn’t have to be quiet.
I try to keep going, but she reaches down, touches my cock, and says “grind on me.”

This is a relatively new thing for us, but something that has been quite a turn-on for her, especially since lately something has been going on downstairs that has made sex painful for her. My cock isn’t a baseball bat or anything — normal length, but a bit thicker than average — and for the first two years together we never had any issues, but for whatever reason something’s been making penetrative sex more difficult.

So I’m on board for anything that feels good and might make her come — and be relaxed enough to take me inside her. I move between her legs, nestle the underside of my cock against her pussy, and put my weight down to hold it in place. Her hair is trimmed, and provides a nice additional bit of friction as I slide along her, her legs around my hips. I lean down to kiss her, using my PC muscles again, and she squirms as her grip on my upper arms tightens (another thing I love — masochist that I am).

She doesn’t come from this, but I know she’s close when she whispers “try”.

And she’s very ready. She’s tight as hell — she’s always been tight, but along with the painful sex has come additional tightness — but with a little patience I’m finally able to get all the way inside.

My wife is very expressive when it comes to sex. I always know exactly what she’s feeling, and in that moment she’s feeling full and filled up, the bend in my cock pressed up tight against her g-spot. I clench my muscles and a small orgasm passes through her with a shudder.

As I start moving, slow and steady, I hold myself up with one hand while the other tries to play with her breasts.

Instead she takes my hand, pulls it to her mouth, and starts sucking my thumb.

I’ve been sexually active for more than 20 years, but no one until her had ever done that, and I had no idea how hot it would be. For both of us. Now, just for reference, it had been a while since the last time we’d done anything because we’d been really busy and she hadn’t been in the mood (the honeymoon wasn’t directly after the wedding, because of scheduling issues), and because I knew she wasn’t in the mood I hadn’t been masturbating for the past ten days or so. So between fucking my wife, watching her gorgeous body underneath mine, and seeing her lips wrapped around my thumb as she started doing the same things she did when she went down on me… well, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Talking to her helps push her along, and I wanted her to come before I did, so I said something about how loud she could be, that no one but me would hear, and something else about how, later that night, she’d be doing this (what she was doing to my thumb) to my cock. She agreed eagerly, and I started fucking her harder, and I know she came but I was so absorbed and so ready that I barely noticed it. I could have stopped, but when I told her I was getting close and asked her if she wanted me to come, she nodded and her mouth on my thumb got even hotter somehow.

That was it. I thrust hard into her and made some sort of sound and came.

Usually she doesn’t like me to keep going after I come (I can stay hard long enough for one or two more orgasms on her part, as experimentation has proven), but it’s been a while and she couldn’t take it. Problem was, it had been so long since I’d come that I was still going when she asked me to stop. I clenched hard and gently pulled out, rolling away and getting a washcloth that I kept at the bedside.

She was genuinely shocked at just how much come was inside her, and as I lay on my back, cock glistening and pulsing, a little come dribbling out from the tip, she made a beeline for the bathroom. Not super-sexy, I know, but apparently even under normal circumstances I come more (amount-wise) than any other guy she’s been with, and while she doesn’t have a problem in principle with it, she doesn’t like when it doesn’t stay inside. I guess I can understand that.

I stroked my cock for a little while, making sure I was completely done, and then followed her into the bathroom to wipe off while she got ready for her shower.

It was, without a doubt, one of the best fucks we’d had all year, made even more so because it was the first one of our honeymoon and because of what we’d done in the pool earlier to heighten our libidos.

I wanted to join her in the shower, to keep going, but our dinner reservation really was getting closer, and we really did have to get ready. But it was our honeymoon; we’d have sex again, and I could wait.

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