Just a super quick story because I want to remember this night. You can read my other stories for more about me. In a nutshell, I’m 42F and he’s 43M. Married for 20 years and currently having the best sex ever (you can see pics of me on my profile, I don’t currently have any posted of us together).
This last weekend we were staying with friends at her parents place. It was beautiful… sunshine, pool, drinks, weed, good food, time with family and our friends. We had our own room, which usually lends to great vacation sex when we’re there.
One day, my man woke me up from a nap to fuck me. I love being woken up just because he wants to use me. He got one hell of a blow job and then we fucked. Not a lot of details, as it was not the main event of the day (lol).
Later that night after dinner and drinks, we got down again. OMG. He had me so worked up. I was a sloppy mess. He teased me with his fingers and his lips. He took me to the edge and back again so many times. When he finally gave me his dick (after much begging), I swear I came as soon as he put it in. I was so ready for it, I felt desperate.
Every time he thrusted in, I was orgasming on his dick so intensely. Jesus Christ. It went on for what felt like forever (I lost count of how many orgasms I had). At one point, I was like hyperventilating (and actually on the verge of tears) and felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. I don’t know if it was the booze (although I didn’t drink that much and we fuck all the time), but he kept telling me to keep it down. I was trying but holy shit, I’ve never had such a hard time being quiet during sex (literally had my left hand over my mouth). I actually had to take a second to regulate my breathing and get my shit together so I didn’t wake up the 12 other people sleeping in the house lol.
Obviously, that post-O haze took me right to sleep. #bliss
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ux07bx/trying_to_be_quiet_in_their_guest_room_mf