Our Anniversary Tradition [FM]

Every weekend before Christmas, our Anniversary of when we met, my husband and I carry out the same tradition. We drive out to the mountains where we rent a cabin. We exchange gifts in the morning then take a ton of molly and spend the day together listening to music, talking, and fucking all day long. It’s like a celebration and mental recharging.

We didn’t go last year because I was pregnant, but the year before, knowing it might be our last, we went all out. Instead of renting a little cabin, we rented someone’s whole house off of Air BnB. It was a gorgeous place at the end of a long driveway at the top of a mountain with a wrap around porch that overlooked everything below. Like most of these places out there, they had a massive hot tub on the deck which was covered in a foot of snow.

Inside the three bedroom house the place was setup to throw parties. It was a wide open floor plan with built in stereos and a tv recessed into the wall – which we found was impossible for us to hook our laptop up to and we never figured that out, but hey it looked cool.

The master bedroom was the best part though, it was easily 800 square feet on its own and had a California king in one corner, a sofa and desk, a giant jacuzzi tub, and a walk in shower – that didn’t even include the two walk in closets. The bedroom was the same size as our first apartment.

We always give romantic-themed gifts aka sex toys and lingerie for this trip. He always gets me the same thing, some over the top cosplay or lingerie type outfit and a vibrator or buttplug or something along those lines, and I give him a viagra to go with the molly and some sort of sex furniture like a wedge or a swing or something along those lines.

This year was no different, he got me a red plaid skirt that was really just a belt with a two inch long strip of cloth pretending to be a skirt. It had matching suspenders and a matching bra with bows on it that matched the skirt pattern. There were also white knee high stockings, a pair of pleather stilettos, and more matching bows for hair ties.

“I don’t see any matching panties,” I said laughing at the outfit.

“They were extra,” he smirked.

Beneath the outfit was a black padded envelop and I dumped out a blindfold, and noise cancelling earphones and a pair of hand cuffs. “Oh, someone has plans, huh?”
He told me it was a sensory deprivation kit and it’s supposed to be amazing while rolling.

I felt boring because I got him a pill and foam wedge with straps velcro’d to it. My husband split up the doses of molly and we drank them down with a little champagne and sat around talking.

With some encouragement I went to change into the slutty looking outfit and my first assessment was correct, the cheaply made skirt barely covered anything and with the suspenders in place, it ended up just riding up around my belly button, so I ditched the suspenders and put the rest on. As I was putting on the stilettos I felt a bit wobbly and the butterfly in my tummy come up feeling and I decide to ditch the high heels. It was already taking effect and the jittery lead in was happening.
When I came back out into the kitchen, my husband was laying out bottles of water around the house in his boxers, “I feel it,” he said. “Me too,” I said, connecting my phone to the stereo system and getting spotify going.

We drank a bunch of water and started pacing around and dancing a bit. My husband said he knew it was working because I had a massive smile on my face. He looked at me suddenly like he noticed the outfit, “Woah, nice belt.”
I hugged him and ran my hands through his hair, “Let’s take a bath.”
Our teeth were a bit chattery, and by the time we got the tub filled, I could see my husband had a hard on poking through the front of his boxers and he had the biggest smile on his face.

We stripped and got in the tub, being naked felt so much better than the scratchy material of the outfit. My husband leaned against the wall and I was sitting between his legs, I could feel his dick pressing into my back. He was alternating between massaging my shoulders and jaw and running his hands through my hair. I was loving it.

The tub suddenly felt too hot, so I stood up and we went to the living room with our towels and spent some time dancing around naked sipping water and champagne.
“Come feel how wet and swollen I am,” he stepped in close and put his hand between my legs. I was throbbing. “Can you go down on me?”

I sat on the couch and he went to town. It felt like lighting bolts each time he ran his tongue across my clit. He picked up the blindfold and the earplugs from the table and put them on me, blacking out the world. When he went back to licking me, the intensity had gone up to almost unmanageable. I was squirming and writhing and all I could think about and focus on was the explosive feeling building inside of me. The orgasm was almost scary. It hit me like a car, sudden and everywhere, I’d never cum like that before, I arched my back hard and just rolled into a ball on the couch shaking.

“Holy fuck.”

My husband was grinning and we kissed, his mouth was soaked with my juices. This was the deepest most erotic kiss we’d ever had it felt like. I reached down and his cock was incredibly hard and soaked with his own precum.

“Do you want to fuck me or have me suck your dick, I want you to cum so bad, it feels so good right now,” I asked stroking his cock and kissing him.

He laid back on the couch, and I tool the hint, I slid the blind fold over his eyes and popped the earplugs in his ears. I had never seen his dick like this before, it seemed thicker and just so rock hard. His fingers in my hair felt amazing as I slowly licked the drops of precum off his shaft. The first time I touched my tongue to the head of his cock, my typically silent husband moaned loudly. I wished he could see the look on his face.

He was shaking a little as I lowered my mouth onto his cock and he bucked his hips slightly and said, “Oh fuck.”

I knew it must be seriously intense if he was reacting that way, so I took it slow, drawing out the pleasure he must be having in his closed off world behind the earplugs and blindfold. I slowly licked and sucked his cock, feeling him squirm under me, then I built up speed and as I started bobbing my head in a rhythm he was raising his hips to meet my mouth. He was panting heavily and shaking.
After a few minutes of that, he was sweating, as was I, and he grabbed the back of my head suddenly and let out a loud, low moan and said hold still, hold still, hold still. And he came hard into my mouth. He usually doesn’t produce much cum, but this was a lot, it rolled out of my mouth.

He pulled off the blindfold and was breathing like he just finished a marathon. His pupils were massive. His smile was massive. He tried to talk and couldn’t get a word out. I sat in his lap and kissed him without a care. We laid side by side on the couch catching our breath, our sweaty bodies pressed together. We didn’t say anything and just ran our hands down each other for a while.

“Let’s take another bath,” I said, the feeling of the molly wasn’t dissipating at all, and I looked at my phone and it had only been an hour and a half since we dosed. My husband didn’t believe me, so I showed him.

By the time we were getting in the bath, he was already getting hard again. We were kissing lightly and I reached down, “I have never felt you like this,” his cock felt hard as before and ready again.

He just smiled with clenched teeth.

I took him to the bed and laid him down, forgetting about the tub. I straddled him and slid his cock slowly into my swollen pussy and felt the electric shocks again all over my body. He didn’t seem as sensitive this time. I buried him deep inside of me and it felt deeper, it felt like he was bigger and thicker. I could feel every vein in his cock sliding around inside of me. I could feel the head of his cock pushing deeper and deeper.

I started sweating again almost immediately as I ground against him. I spent what felt like an hour riding him before he flipped me over flat on my tummy and entered me from behind. He had his hands flat on my sweaty lower back and I felt his strong hands move down and grip my ass cheeks and he savagely fucked my swollen pussy. He was almost grunting, encouraging himself to cum again and he started spanking me.

All of the sensations were hitting me at once, and I came insanely hard a second time, shaking, but he didn’t stop and my orgasm rolled into a second one quickly and I felt myself drooling and my grip on the pillow loosened I felt like a rag doll. He came hard, yelling when he did, and he collapsed on top of me breathing so hard I thought he was going to have a heart attack. My pussy was so sensitive, as he slid out, I felt ever millimeter of his dick leave me and it made me shake all over.

We laid there for a while just breathing together. Then we took a shower and went right back to dancing in the living room.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a94act/our_anniversary_tradition_fm