The soft sheets of the hotel bed slid across my skin as I shifted in the morning light. It was our last full day in New Orleans with our friends, and I wasn’t quite ready to get up from the warmth around me just yet. My husband was already up and just coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His skin was still damp as he walked towards me. Water dripped from his hair as he bent over to give me a quick, good morning kiss and I giggled as it dropped on my bare skin. I smiled as I watched him select his clothes for the day and drop his towel. He teased me with a wink as he rubbed his bulge from outside his shorts. I couldn’t help but stir a bit in the sheets and think about how deeply he had fucked me the night before. It still resonated within me.
Knowing that we had plans for brunch, I tried to shake off the sexy brain fog and tossed the sheets aside for the morning. Crossing the room to my suitcase, I lingered just long enough to tease my husband by pressing my bare breasts into his back as I passed him. I feigned shock as he gave my little ass a pinch before walking to the bathroom sink. As I got ready for the morning, my husband nonchalantly mentioned that my phone had some missed messages. Bringing my phone to me, he leaned against the door frame and asked whether any were from Michael. I finished applying my lotion and opened my phone. Yes. Two missed messages from Michael. Both were flirty and suggestive.
I grinned as I read them aloud. He hadn’t sent a photo this time, and my husband suggested that I send one as encouragement for him to return the favor later. Agreeing to that idea, I reached for my clothes to dress, but my husband stopped me. I was just in my bra and panties and he wondered aloud whether it would be fun to send Michael a photo in just my lacy set. It took me all of two seconds to concur that this was, indeed, a sexy idea. Not wanting the photo to appear overly planned, I continued to brush through my hair as my husband snapped a few photos from behind.
After approving one to send, I quickly typed out a message to Michael that I hoped his morning was good, and that this photo made it even better. Slipping into my sundress for the day, I gathered my purse and phone just as it vibrated with a reply. Michael loved the photo and hoped to get more throughout the day. I teased that I couldn’t make any promises since I’d be out all day, but said I’d make it up to him that night. With that, my husband slid his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He kissed me deeply and told me how sexy it was to watch me openly flirt like that. I grinned and had to pull him by the arm to get out the door, lest we be late for our brunch.
Let me just say here that if you haven’t been to New Orleans and had fresh beignets then you need to put it on your bucket list. They were the proverbial cherry on top of an amazing trip with our friends. Once we finished our brunch, we decided to walk through the city and see a few sights. It was busy and beautiful, but my mind could hardly focus on what was around us with my husband’s wandering hands on me every so often. When no one was looking, he would discreetly whisper all the naughty things he wanted to do to me as his fingers played with the hem of my dress. I could feel my panties getting wetter as the afternoon went on from his teasing.
We finally decided to head back to the hotel to clean up for dinner and our last night out dancing. As my husband and I walked into our room, I could barely contain myself a moment longer. He saw the hunger in my eyes and didn’t hesitate to pull me down to the bed. His hands worked swiftly to remove my sundress as he laid me on my back. He kissed down my neck and breasts with his hands running along my curves to take in every hill and valley my body formed.
Rolling me to my stomach, he pulled at my hips until I was up on my knees and elbows. I could feel the tip of his cock sliding along my slit. I was wet and he slipped into me easily, taking my breath away for a moment. His hands were firm against my waist as he pulled me into him. Over and over. I could hear how wet I was against his cock as he bottomed out in me. I tightened on him and he gave my ass a little spank, making me moan all the more at the pleasure he brought me. His pace quickened and my breathing became more ragged. I could feel my core tighten as he became rigid in me. We moaned in unison as we came together, reveling in the intensity as he filled me with all that he had.
We laid in bed for a moment, letting our breathing return to normal. Finally sitting up, I reached for a towel but my husband stopped me. He wanted me to only carefully clean up, leaving as much of him inside me as I could, so that I could feel his cum drip into my panties throughout the night. It proved to be quite an erotic experience. All throughout dinner I felt moments when wetness slipped out of me into my panties. By the time we arrived at the bar after dinner, my panties were thoroughly soaked.
The lights were dim and the music was loud. No one would suspect anything out of the ordinary as I started to dance in my tight black dress. It hugged my breasts tightly and my husband suggested that I give it a slight tug and take a photo for Michael while we were out. The thought of sexting him then made me even more excited, and between the music, lights, drinks, and sexual tension, I completely let go of any inhibition and danced freely with our friends. It was crowded and hot as we let the music pull us in. Hands ran up and down my dress. Bodies were pressed into one another. Fingers traced curves in the dark. I felt sexy and alive in that moment, knowing that my husband was watching me let go. We danced until our feet could hardly hold us up anymore and decided to call it for the night.
We said our goodnights at the hotel elevators and headed to our rooms, knowing we would have one last breakfast with everyone before heading home in the morning. Walking into our room, I slipped off my shoes and leaned against the dresser, watching my husband unbutton his shirt as he stepped towards me. He undid his belt and slid it slowly from his pants, dropping it to the floor beside us. He then helped me out of my dress and carefully removed my panties, pleased by their current state from the evening. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and laid me down in bed, positioning himself between my knees. He kissed the insides of my thighs as his hands ran up my legs.
As his mouth began to trace above my clit, he stopped and looked up at me. “Text with Michael,” he told me. I smiled knowing how much pleasure we would both receive from that. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick message to say hi. I wasn’t sure he would still be awake to chat, so I put my phone down and closed my eyes to enjoy that my husband’s mouth had just found my most sensitive opening. His tongue pressed into me deeply just as Michael replied. My husband nodded into me as I began texting back and forth with Michael. Casual at first as we talked about the day. Then a bit more steamy as he told me he had thought about me in my lingerie all day.
I had trouble focusing on my reply as my husband slipped two fingers inside of me, spreading my legs wider with his other hand for his mouth to enjoy. I told Michael that I had a different set I had worn out that night and asked if he’d like to see it. His response made me cum in my husband’s mouth: He wanted me to wear it for him so that he could take it off with his teeth. I moaned as my husband’s tongue and fingers pressed into me, bringing forth a hard orgasm. Once my senses were regained, I texted Michael and promised him that we’d find a time soon for drinks when I returned home.
Tossing my phone aside, I reached down for my husband who was crawling up the length of my body. He pressed down on me and I felt the heaviness of him as I sank into the bed. His cock was rigid against me as he pushed for entry. My legs opened for him and he held me tight as he took me deep and hard. His thrusts were intense and hungry. Neither of us spoke as we looked into each other’s eyes. Breathing heavily as our climaxes mounted. Our lips inches apart as I finally cried out, “I’m cumming!” He gripped me tighter and continued to drive into me through my orgasm, until he finally exploded deep within.
As our bodies calmed once again, my husband pulled me next to him. I felt small and sexy in his arms. He whispered into my hair that he wanted me to go get drinks with Michael when we got home. That he wanted me to enjoy myself while out with him. And if the night led elsewhere, then I had permission to explore that to whatever limit I felt comfortable. This would be the first time for me to ever go out with another man on my own. It felt simultaneously thrilling and nerve-wracking. But knowing that my husband and I were taking the step together, made it feel just right.
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