Two summers ago, my wife and I attended a wedding that took place over a long weekend at a lake side resort. There were a number of little cabins on the lake, and my wife and I grabbed a nice easterly facing place.
The night before the wedding was a beach side BBQ party, and we enjoyed ourselves very much with dancing, drinking, and a little quickie under the deck of the closest cabin.
Throughout the night, we talked about dragging our mattress on the deck to watch the sunrise in the morning.
Fast forward to the next morning, and we both woke-up very confused. We were on an air-mattress (we had no clue where that came from) on the deck. When I sat up to look around, I realized we were sleeping under some sleeping bags (again, not ours), and that I was naked. Upon looking under the sleeping bag, I could see wife was naked as well, and there was an obvious cum stain on the sheet. A smell of my fingers confirmed it: we had sex last night.
I woke her to watch the sunrise, as the light had woken me. We weren’t hungover yet, because we were likely still drunk. Once she realized she was naked, I showed her the cum spot.
“Fuck, I don’t remember a thing.”
“Me neither, but smell these,” I said, as I held out my fingers. She sniffed, then sucked them with a devilish look in her eyes.
“Tastes like me, but let’s double check.” Her head dove under the covers and her mouth wrapped around my cock, which quickly started growing.
“Mmmmhmmm, tathes like me,” she mumbled.
She came up to kiss me, and simply said “Well, we need to make up for not remembering.”
My fingers went to work on her pussy, which I found to be already wet, and she continued to stroke my cock. Throwing a leg over me, she reversed her grip and started to rub the head against her lips, before trying to lower herself.
If you’ve ever had sex on an air mattress, you know it’s not super easy. I got in, but would slip out due the mattress moving, and then I felt the hardness of the deck under my ass as she bottomed me out.
Realizing it wasn’t working, she rolled off me and stood up, leaning over the railing.
“Fuck me to the sunrise.”
Wrapping a sleeping bag around me like a cape, I wrapped her as much as I could, as I pushed back in to her. At this point, the drunkenness and the horniness combined to make me an animal, as I pounded away.
She moved a hand to play with her clit, and I felt her cum, and she yelled “FUCK YES!”, and I heard it echo across the lake. She pushed back, and got to her knees, sucking on my cock, knowing exactly how to make me cum.
I felt a huge explosion, but she later told me it was barely a dribble. It felt amazing to be staring at a sunrise while I climaxed in my wife’s mouth.
We went back inside and crawled into the bed for a few hours before hitting breakfast.
Later that day we learned our friends had given us the air mattress and sleeping bags when we told them our plan to sleep outside. Apparently we were not quiet in our blacked-out love making, and a lot of people teased us about it all night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/68nmzb/mf_sunrise_sex