It was at a luxury 5 star resort on a balcony at night. A far cry from the BJ story I posted a few days ago.
Here’s the scene:
My wife and I had been married for about 3 and 1/2 years. We had a beautiful child in those years who was a little over two years old and we were settling into life together as a family. We had finally had sex (again, read my other post about the early days of us together) and it was amazing. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other! So we welcomed a new baby into our lives and this child was incredible.
But, as these things go, many other stresses came into play. Let me list them.
1. I was going to transition to a new job at the time. A job that came with a substantial pay raise, sure, but also was much more difficult and advanced in my field than I had experienced before.
2. This job meant we had to move, and do so with a young child without any family to help or support.
3. Our sex life, while incredible, was difficult at this moment. The birth of our child had caused complications with my wife that made penetrative sex impossible for six months after the birth, and for 6 months after that very difficult. Combined with my wife and my own’s strict religious background which prevented orgasms outside of the carnal act itself, the situation was leading to a dead bedroom fast. Even after the healing had gradually taken place for her, her periods were irregular and painful, further complicating the time spent around our favorite activity.
I have to admit full responsibility for being the more annoyed half of our marriage. It felt like sex had finally happened and I didn’t need to feel bad about doing it with my wife and then all of a sudden, through no fault of hers, she couldn’t reciprocate. It felt like a cruel joke and I was too immature to deal with it well.
All this to say, when I booked us a day and a night at a resort before we had to move and I started a new job was my way of setting the stage to heal us. To help bring us back together after feeling distant for so long.
And it went very well, spoiler alert.
After we had checked in, put the child to bed, we retreated to a romantic dinner on our secluded balcony in the twilight. The wine flowed, the food was delicious, and we were laughing and talking like the friends and lovers we had forgotten we were.
Near the end of the meal, I asked her a question.
“Are we okay? I know it’s been difficult since the baby.”
She sipped her wine before answering. “We are okay. It was hard for everybody. I guess…”
I waited.
“I guess it was really hard that you were dependant on me for both pleaure and feeling close and I couldn’t give that.”
“I do depend on you for that. It is the sucky part of being religious, or spiritual or whatever.” I knew I didn’t say that well, but I was annoyed we even had to abide by these rules
” I know, I know. I know it is hard. And a lot to ask. But I felt that you were angry with me. That you were angry that your life hadn’t turned out the way you wanted in this area, and you blamed me for it.”
I sat for a long moment, thinking. Had I blamed her? Put my frustration at my own religion on her, my puritanical upbringing onto my beloved wife?
“I guess I did. I am so sorry for that. I didn’t mean to, if that makes sense. I didn’t choose to hurt you. I was just hurt and too much of a baby to see that I was hurting you to make up for it. I am so so sorry hon.”
We sat in silence and she reached out for my hand. “I love you. I try my best. Thank you for trying with me.”
I held her hand tight and we leaned forward to kiss. The kiss grew deeper. Our tongues began to dance. I raised on hand to her hair and knotted my fingers through it, drawing her deeper into our kiss. Her other hand slid down my stomach and rested in my lap. I felt myself growing hard against it. I gripped her hair tighter, both of us standing up to come closer together.
We stood like that, hands runnin over each other, exploring and grasping, pulling and holding. I am rock hard and her kisses taste needy. Desperate. I unbutton her blouse, and her breasts spilled from her top, heavy and full, no bra. I lean down, sucking and licking. Her moans are quiet and her head rolls back. Her hands undo my belt, but I move her hands away. She looks at me, questioning.
“I want you to feel good,” I say, simply.
I go to my knees, unbucking her linen pants. I pull them down, followed by her lacy panties. She steps out of them and I loving place her bare foot up onto the seat of a chair, exposing her pussy. It is neatly trimmed, the lips parted slightly and even in the dim evening light, I can see them glisten with desire.
I go slowly, first leaning over to kiss her foot upon the chair. I kiss each toe, moving up her foot to her ankle. Then her calf and shin, darting a tongue behind her knee and feeling her shiver. Then across her pale thigh, kissing and licking, feeling her shiver and, when I steal a glance upwards, her head lolling on her shoulders.
I finally make my way to her pussy, the lips and folds gently parted. I kiss her lips, working my tongue around the edges. She is shivering now, and I move my hands around her to grasp her firm buttocks. With my fingers, I part her cheeks and lightly brush her bumhole, licking and kissing around her clit as I go. She has one hand on my head now, fingers knitted in my curls, and one hand on her thigh, knuckles white.
I take her clit in my mouth, sucking lightly, pulling slightly. Her buttocks clench and she moans as I tease her hole and make love to her pussy.
“Oh my God. I am so wet. Please. Please. Please.” She gasps.
I pull my face away, juice dripping down my chin. “”Please what, darling?”
She locks eyes with me. “Please eat my pussy. Please don’t stop.”
Without a word, I dive back in. Urgent now, lips and tongue moving in concert. Lapping and sucking. My finger gently pushing into her bumhole.
Her hands get tight. She lets out a high squeak that falls into a low moan. She goes up on her tiptoes and her fingers pull my hair.
Then she cums. Rocking against my mouth, riding through her orgasm, small animal noises tumbling from her mouth.
After a moment of holding my face to her, she lowers her leg. Brings me up to her. Kisses me deeply, licking my chin and swallowing her sweet nectar. We stay like that for a minute or two, my cock pressing urgently against her as our tongues dance.
She pulls back. “I need you now. All the way inside me.”
She scoots back, perching her bare ass on the table, and opening her legs. I fumble with my buckle, pants hitting the patio and I step forward into her. My cock, swollen and leaking, pushes into her with no resistance. She leans back, hands flat on the table, and I take her hips in my hands. Begin to gently rock back and forth into her, my cock already slick with her liquid. I lower my head to her breasts, taking her left nipple, then her right, into my mouth. She brings one hand up to the back of my head, forcing her breasts into my mouth.
I start bucking harder, sinking myself all the way into her, my balls slapping her ass before retreating almost entirely. Then plunging in again. She leans her head down as I begin to frantically kiss and suck her breasts and begins to whisper in my ear.
“My husband, keep sinking that big cock deep into your wife’s wet pussy. Lick my breasts, suck my nipples and enjoy how tight I am for you. How wet I am. Think of how much I want you, want your cock, want your cum deep inside of me. So deep, it fills me completely. Yes baby, yes keep fucking me just like that, fill me with your cum. Fill me all the way. Give it to me…give it to me…I want it. Cum in your wife. Cum in your wife.”
I push myself as deep as I can, hands pulling her hips into me with a fury. My head comes up to her, our mouths clamp over each other as I begin to cum. She pushes her hips forwards, meeting my final thrust and moaning into my open mouth as I shoot rope after rope into my wife’s pussy.
When I finally stop pulsing, our mouths come away. We are both panting. I see a sweat bead travel down my wife’s neck to her breasts, already wet with saliva and reddening from my mouth.
I gradually pull out and she places her hand under her full hole as our cum seeps out. When her hand is full, she pushes me back slightly. Dropping to her knees, she takes my cock into her hand. She covers it with our cum. Eyes locked with mine, she takes me into her mouth, moaning with pleasure at the taste.
She doesn’t suck my cock; she makes love to it. Spreading adoring kisses and licks. Swallowing semen and her juice alike. Cleaning and appreciating my sensitive member, until all the cum and juice is gone. She swallows a final time and stands. We kiss deeply again.
“I love you. Never forget, no matter what, that I love you.” She whispers.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qjkr8q/my_wife_and_i_on_the_balcony_of_the_hotel