After returning from Vegas, my husband and I were completely renewed sexually. We had pushed boundaries together in ways that were both unexpected yet fulfilling. Countless nights were spent in our bed reminiscing and reliving the two nights we spent there. I would ride him while recounting the feel of another man’s mouth on my wet pussy. He would pin me down from behind and take me deep while telling me how sexy it was to do just that while I had another man’s cock in the back of my throat. Every time we fantasized together, I would get wet beyond belief. My husband would easily slide into my tight lips and feel me drip down his hard shaft when he whispered sexy memories in my ear. I would cum so hard and intensely with each passing fantasy we shared together. Our desire to continue exploring was burning wildly.
As weeks passed, we continued to stay in touch with our couple. We would message every few days or so to chat about everything from jobs and families, to sexy romps and fantasies. He would send us photos of his wife on her knees licking and teasing his rigid shaft. My husband would send videos of me straddling him, being completely filled by his hardness. We would lie in bed together and watch the videos that were shared with us. We would proceed to have the most incredible sex imagining that it was me in her place, taking the husband’s load all over my lips and face.
Our chats continued until we were all in agreement that a sexy weekend rendezvous needed to occur. We found a date that worked, and set things in motion for us to visit them for a quick weekend. My husband and I counted down the days as they seemed to pass so slowly. I was eager to taste the husband’s mouth again. I wanted to feel the way he would play with my nipples. Would he pinch them roughly? Would his tongue rub them while his lips sucked gently? Perhaps he would bite down just enough to send me over the edge? Erotic thoughts swirled in my mind as the days ticked by.
When the Friday came for us to leave, I was giddy. My suitcase was packed with a sexy dress for a dinner out, swim suits for their pool, and enough lingerie to open a boutique. As my husband and I were finishing the last bit of packing in the bedroom, we caught eyes. We both knew what the other was thinking – that in just a few hours, our clothes would be off, and we would be sharing our bodies with others. In that moment, we needed to have each other. Just for ourselves. Just for a moment. It was a solid reminder of why we were taking this trip. To explore our sexuality together. To see each other be sexually fulfilled. To enjoy experiences of pure physical passion with someone else. And all of it was for us. To give us memories to look back upon with great fondness and heady arousal for weeks, months, and years to come.
My husband crossed the room and came to me in one swift movement. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me passionately. Deeply. His hands running up and down my back, squeezing my ass through my tight jeans. We feverishly shed our clothing and fell into the bed. Realizing we didn’t have the luxury of time to spend savoring each other’s bodies, my husband quickly rolled me onto my side and pulled my top leg up to my stomach. My knee was pressed against my breast, teasing my tight nipple. Sitting up on his knees, he positioned himself in the crevasse between my legs. He was hard and ready to take me. My lips were already starting to spread as they swelled and pulsed with desire for him. He lined himself up at my opening and, holding my hip in one hand and my raised knee in the other, he smoothly slid into me.
Laying on my side with one leg pinned up allowed for him to watch as my heaving breasts bounced with every thrust. It also gave him the physical sensation of taking me doggie, as he was able to fondle my waist and ass with his hands while deep inside me. He pumped in me quickly. My breathing was ragged. As I began to climax, I moved my hand to squeeze my nipple for him to see. My body tensed and my soaking lips gripped his cock tightly. I could feel his rhythm shift, indicating he was also ready to cum. With the next pump he thrust as deep as he could into my wetness and dumped every drop he had inside me. I lay there for a moment, with him still inside me, smiling at the thought that I would later feel his cum drip out into my panties while we were in the midst of traveling.
We quickly cleaned up so as not to be late for our hosts. The trip seemed to go by in a blink as my husband and I spent the entirety of it fantasizing about what the weekend would bring. Upon arrival at our friends’ house, we were greeted warmly, and settled in quickly. The sexual excitement was palpable among us as we got ready for dinner out. I wore a nude snake skin patterned dress that hung low on my breasts, paired with heels to elongate my tanned summer legs. She wore an equally enticing dress that hugged her supple curves in the most delicious way.
The dinner was delectable – not by way of the food and drinks, but the spice and heat brought on by the company. Hands squeezed my thighs under the linen tablecloth throughout the evening. Flirty glances and hand touches were shared among the four of us. By the end of the dinner, I could feel myself begin to pulse with erotic excitement. I boldly slid off my panties and passed them to the husband under the table. The look he gave me as he felt my wetness on them was incredibly sexy. I knew he wanted to taste them if he could. He instead slid them into his pocket to enjoy at a later time.
As we finished our meal and waited for our Uber back to their house, we all began to feel the anticipation mount for what the evening would bring. The Uber was an XL so that we all had room to ride in the back. The husband and I took the very back two seats, while my husband and the wife sat in the row in front of us. (My husband later told me that he slid his hand up the wife’s dress and fingered her in the car. But his jaw dropped when I told him about what I had done in the row just behind him…)
When we had pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, the husband began to caress my legs. He delicately but confidently moved up my thigh, knowing that at the pinnacle there would be no lace barrier of panties to halt his fingers. My legs spread for him, welcoming the all too familiar feel of his fingers at the top of my clit. He explored freely in the darkness of the car, parting my lips to discover my excitement. I shifted my hips to welcome him farther in me.
But to my surprise, instead of delving deeper in me, he pulled his hand away, and shifted my legs toward him. He moved his body downward, bending at the waist and lowered his head to my legs. Using his hands to pull my legs wide for him, he began to lick my pussy in the back seat. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning as his tongue pressed into me, encircling my lips and sucking my clit. He slipped a finger in me as his mouth continued its hypnotic dance on my wetness and I could feel myself swelling in his mouth. He slowly drew back as we pulled up to their house, leaving me breathless and ready for the night to officially begin…
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