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We needed some time for just the two of us to be together. Between the stress of work and raising three active children, we somehow lost the ability to connect with each other. We were both successful in our work life, but that had come at a cost. Time away from each other and shuttling kids between activities left little time for the two of us as a couple. Somehow there were not enough hours in the day to spend on ourselves.
We both thought a trip with just the two of us was just the thing to help us reconnect by getting some time together, and my wife, Julia, thought it was a great idea as well. When she mentioned that she wanted to vacation on a warm, tropical island, I pictured a week of Julia in swimsuits and short dresses for me to drink in with my thirsty eyes. Perhaps Hawaii, the Bahamas, or Puerto Rico would be nice. We booked a flight to the Bahamas and looked forward to a warm weather vacation and to opportunity to spend time together.
As I looked through travel ads featuring young, fit couples, I couldn’t help but think that our sex life had become routine encounters once or twice a month, but I was grateful for each time we made love as it was the only time I felt we were together as a couple. Often at night, she would tell me she just wanted to snuggle and sleep whenever I tried to engage her with kisses and caresses. I hoped that the romantic getaway we planned would help put her in the mood for lovemaking on our trip. Over the past several years together, I tried to spice things up occasionally by introducing vibrators, dildos, or dirty talk. She didn’t seem to enjoy dirty talk or sharing fantasies, and so I was a little surprised when she started calling her dildo as her “little friend”. At 8 inches, the dildo wasn’t exactly “little”. She would ask for me to use it on her as she toyed with my hard cock in her hands. I loved how she moaned loudly whenever she came as I used the dildo on her. I felt a little disappointed not to be inside her at those times, but at least she always made certain I came as well. Afterwards, she always slept peacefully in my arms.
The few months between planning the trip and the day we were ready to fly to the Bahamas passed quickly. The departure day arrive. While packing, I noticed that Julia had packed a few short summer dresses, a new two-piece swim suit, shorts, and a couple t-shirts. I also noticed she had not packed any of the sexy panties I had bought for her over the years. Instead, she packed the same full-back, cotton panties with holes that she had been wearing for years. Underwear with holes did not seem appropriate on a romantic getaway. To try to spice things up a little on the trip, I removed her everyday panties from the luggage and replaced them with some of my favorite ones from her panty drawer. Some have sat in her drawer, unworn since they were purchased. Some were lacey, some thongs, some had little strings holding the back and front together, and some were dangerously open in the crotch area. Although she was 48 and I had already hit 50 years old, exercise and good eating kept us both athletic appearing. As a result, I still loved the way her firm Asian ass looked in a pair of racy panties. With the packing finished, my daydreaming about the trip ended, and I tossed the suitcase into the car.
We arrived to our vacation hotel after a long, but uneventful, plane trip. The room was romantic with a large king-sized bed, large bathroom shower, and fresh flowers on the dresser. Although it was dark by the time we arrived, we could hear the ocean waves crashing on the beach below our balcony. Being tired from travel, we ordered dinner from room service with a bottle of wine and ate on the balcony of the room. After dinner, we stripped off our clothing and slipped into the fresh, clean sheets of the bed. I held her, rubbed her back, and tried to get her into the mood for lovemaking. I was tired, but also excited to finally be alone with her. She told me she is too tired to play tonight but promised we will play “sometime” this vacation. With that promise, I turned on my back and felt her drape her warm, nude body across mine. She melted into me and we simply fell asleep.
The next morning, she suddenly woke me up from my dead sleep. I was a little hung over from the wine, and opened my eyes slowly. Julia had already beaten me out of bed and showered. She was still wearing her towel. I would preferred that she woke me up lovingly, kissing my chest, rubbing my morning erection. Instead I heard, “What did you do with my underwear!” Here we are on vacation and you put these in here? She holds up a g-string style panty with a small triangle for covering up her privates. “You expect me to wear these all day? Do you have any idea how uncomfortable these things are?”
“I’m sorry.” I replied, “I just thought maybe you might like to be a little more sexy this trip.”
“If I want to be sexy, I don’t need cheap underwear do it. Maybe you should have thought about what I wanted to wear for this trip instead of being so selfish. I wanted to relax, but obviously you thought this was going to be some sort of sex retreat. If you think these panties are so hot and sexy, maybe you should wear them. There’s a reason why I don’t. They are uncomfortable.”
With that, she took all my underwear out of the suitcase, and threw them all over the balcony. I ran naked over to the balcony to see my underwear scattering in the wind as they fell and land on trees, rooftops, other guest balconies, and the beach.
“What the ….?” I started to say, but I was stopped when I turned to see her penetrating glare. She was not happy at that moment, and I realized I messed up.
“Don’t even start with me. Now you have the same choice I have. You can wear these uncomfortable things or go without.” She grinned triumphantly at her solution to our conflict while I was dumfounded.
She picked a short, lightweight, dress out of the suitcase, grabbed her swimsuit, and turned and walked into the bathroom again. When she came out again, she looked amazing. I told her how beautiful I thought she looked as she walked past me and slipped her polished toes into her strappy sandals.
“Go take your shower.” she said coldly “I’m still mad and that’s not a good way to start a vacation.”
I took my time getting ready. The warm water felt good against my skin in the large shower and helped me think. I knew she was mad at me. I was stupid and assumed she would like to be sexy for me by wearing the sexy panties. As the soap slid over my skin, I started thinking about her bare legs and firm butt with the sexy panties under her skirt. I pictured myself sliding the panties down her legs. In my imagination, I could smell her scent on the damp panties, and I suddenly wished she was in the shower with me. My soapy hands drifted to my growing cock. I stroked my cock in the shower as I thought of her small, firm breasts and firm nipples. I thought how soft her ass would feel pressed up against my hard cock. I felt a familiar urge building inside me, but I stopped short of an orgasm. I would save my passion for her. I hoped that I could somehow turn her from mad to aroused by later tonight. When I finally stepped out of the shower, and walked over to the suitcase, I noticed the room was quiet.
“Honey?” I called out. There was no answer. I figured she went out to grab a quick coffee from the hotel lobby so I started getting dressed and waited for her to get back. I decided I would show her that I can be a good sport and picked out a pair of her sexy black g-string panties with a few rhinestones in the shape of a heart. Maybe I could show her that the sexy panties were not so bad to wear or at least make her laugh later. I slid the panties up my legs and noted how they felt quite snug against my cock and balls before pulling my shorts and shirt on. I waited for an hour in the room before deciding to go look for her.
I walked around the hotel for a while looking for Julia. She was not answering her cell phone. Finally, I found her. She was in a hot tub with a well-built, young man with whom she was talking with. Her head was the only part of her sticking out above the bubbles. I noticed her phone was on top of her dress by the side of the hot tub. I felt an odd, heavy feeling in my chest for a moment which passed when I realized that she grabbed her swimsuit to wear under her dress when getting dressed. She smiled at me. I was glad to see her in a better mood. I leaned down to kiss her. She gave me a quick peck on the lips then introduced the man she was talking with to me.
“Honey, this is Beck. He lives in Denver, about an hour from that ski area you like”
“Hi there, I was just talking with your lovely wife. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Um not at all.” I lied. “Nice to meet you.”
“Why don’t you join us in the hot tub?” Beck suggested.
“Well I don’t have my suit on. I’ll be right back.”
Beck chuckled, “Well, if you need to grab your suit, I’ll keep Julia company, OK?”
“Oh, Could you get us a couple drinks from the bar before you go, honey? I don’t want to get out of this hot tub yet.” Julia asked.
“Sure.” I turn around and walk over the bar as they resume their conversation. In a few minutes, I return with two eye-opener Bloody Mary drinks, talk for a few more minutes, then leave for the room to change into my swimsuit.
It took me longer than I thought to find my swimsuit. At first, I was worried that it went over the balcony with my underwear. I found my board short style suit, but I realized that my swim briefs went over the balcony with the rest of my underwear. As I was about to head out the door, my phone rang and I made the mistake of answering it which took me into a long work conversation. When I finally returned to the hot in my swimsuit, I discovered that my wife must have given up on the hot tub. I texted Julia that I was sorry to be so long and asked where they were. About 20 minutes later, I got a reply that they had sat down at restaurant just down the beach from the hotel. I finally found both of them eating an early lunch at a two-person table. Julia looked a little flushed from her time in the hot tub. I smiled as I noticed that her lipstick was a little smeared from eating lunch, but she still looked amazing in her dress. Beck had changed into shorts, but he was still shirtless. He was leaning back in the chair with his exposed, hairless chest and six-pack abs. “Oh we should probably have ordered for you,” Julia said when I came over to the table.
“No problem” I found a nearby chair and joined the table somewhat awkwardly. As I sat, I was aware of my cock growing hard against my swimsuit at the site of Julia. He dress slid up a little and exposed her upper thighs as she shifted her chair closer to Beck to make room for me.
We talked about our jobs, kids, family, and skiing in Colorado. I learned that Beck is alone today after his friend ditched him at the bar last night for a woman he had just met. Suddenly, my wife asked Beck to join us for dinner since he was deserted by his friend. “I’d love the chance to get to know you both more” Beck replied smiling at her across the table. He excused himself, “Until dinner then.” As he left, his room keycard fell from his hand and dropped beside the table. He slowly bent down to pick the card up. He smiled at her one more time as he stood up and waved goodbye.
I continued to talk with my wife as I picked at the leftover french fries on her plate. She giggled to herself. I asked her what was so funny. “I can’t believe you wore my panties” I wonder how she knew. I explain to her that I was trying to be a good sport. ” Well, when you bent over to kiss me at the hot tub, the strings of the panties were sticking above your shorts. I could see them since your shirt had slid up a little bit. “Beck thought they were cute too.”
I was suddenly quite flush myself from embarrassment. “Don’t worry dear, I told him what happened with my underwear. I think he understands.” Now I was even more embarrassed that he knew about that as well.
When we got back to the room, she put her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. Then she told me to strip so she can see her panties on me. I thought this was my opportunity for some loving so I stripped down to the panties. She giggled again and pushed me back on the bed.
“You’re in for more than you can imagine.” she said in a sexy voice. She crawled up my body as I lay back on the bed, dressed in her panties. She noticed my hard cock peeking out of the panties. “Mmmm. I see you like this situation don’t you? You are mine.” She teased.
“Yes” I replied. I was unsure what I had said yes to, but I was excited at the thought of some loving. She teased my cock with her long black hair before taking my cock in her hand. She had my undivided attention. She brought her lips to my cock and kissed the head. “You know what I think?” She started “I think you seem to like those panties more than you admit. Why don’t you wear them every day?”
“Honey, I don’t think….” I stopped mid-sentence as she engulfed my cock in her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue tickled the underside of my cock as her lips moved up and down.
“Don’t you want to feel like this every day on this vacation?” She teased “Come on, promise me you’ll wear them. You’re the one who packed them. You owe me, don’t you think?”
I was too far into the pleasure she was giving me. All I could say was “Yes”
I heard her reply “Oh good. I wonder what Beck would say if he knew you were wearing panties everyday. Maybe we should have lunch with him again tomorrow”
“Mmmmm.” I replied to her expert cock sucking. I was too far under her spell to care what I was agreeing to.
Her weight shifted in the bed. My cock grew even bigger as I suddenly was staring up at her bare pussy under her short dress.
I was surprise by how wet her pussy was already. “You are so wet…” I started before my words were cut short by my desire to have her pussy against my lips. I was feeling so aroused licking her under her dress. She was already so wet, thicker than usual. Her hands found my cock and stroked it lightly with a single finger, and I grew firm. Her attention to my cock took away all my thoughts. I loved the loss of control I feel when she sits on my face. With my tongue, I could feel her pussy was already open from arousal. I started moaning into her wet pussy, sucking all her juices into my mouth. Her sweat made her taste like a mix of sweet and salty, slightly different than usual. All I could focus on was pleasing her pussy, hoping I could convince her to take my cock into her mouth as well.
Julia turned around to face me. She pulled off her dress and kissed my mouth as she took a firm grip of my cock and started to stroke it quickly. I was out of control, aroused, and she knew it. “I taste good today, don’t I” she teased after tasting herself on my lips. I was right on the edge when she whispered, “Wanna know why I taste so good? I’ll give you a hint, but promise me you won’t be mad”
I was so aroused and so on the edge that I would have promised her anything “Yes, I promise” I replied.
“I guess I forgot to pack my little friend for the trip, good thing I found a big friend named Beck to play with this week. You don’t mind, do you honey?”
I was lost in my lust and replied, “Oh, yes!” before I heard what she had said. Suddenly I realized. “She’s naked under her dress!” My mind replayed what I was seeing today with that knowledge. When did she take off her swimsuit? Did she even have it on when she left the room this morning? I saw her grab it, but never actually saw her wearing it. The hot tub, the flushed look at lunch, her smeared lipstick, the delayed response to my text, Beck dropping his key by the table before leaving. When did Beck change into shorts? Suddenly my mind went into overload as I finally processed what I was missing all day – she fucked Beck! I had the hardest orgasm I ever had and erupted all over her hand.
“Oh my!” She said. “You really liked that didn’t you.”
My mind was confused I was spent from the orgasm and could not think clearly. “Yes I replied, thank you.” She licked the cum off her fingers and turned and kissed me on the lips. I could taste my cum on her lips. I have never tasted my own cum off her lips before. It was salty, like the salty cum I realized I had eaten from her pussy a moment ago. She smiled at me. “Are you OK?” she asked
“A lot to process, but yeah. I’m OK” and, with my arms wrapped around her, I pulled her closer to me.
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