A Necessary Couple's Outing
Many people claim that your life significantly alters once you tie the knot. Joking that you'd never get any after getting married isn't accurate for my wife and me. When we dated, our sex life was exceptional, and it only improved after marriage. The only significant obstacle between us was having children and careers that required much time. These two life-changing events significantly impacted our sex life.
Our backgrounds: Alexa's in her mid-thirties, 5 feet tall, 160 lbs, 34DDD bra size, and has thick thighs. I'm 6'1, 190 lbs, with an athletic build. Alexa's a somewhat reserved person; she's not very outgoing despite her career field. She's not fond of showing off or flirting. She blushes easily. I, on the other hand, am the sociable one. The extroverted one. We're like yin-yang when it comes to our personalities, which suits us well. We both have high-pressure jobs that occupy most of our time. When we finally get home, we take care of our two kids. Hence, our sexual encounters are often hurried ones – morning quickies over the bathroom sink before work or midnight sessions initiated by one of us waking up the other. We occasionally manage to sneak off for date nights, though. This story is about one such date night.
My mother informed me she'd be arriving for a brief four-day visit to see the grandkids. She inquired about us wanting to have a night out, offering to stay at the house with the kids. We were thrilled to take advantage of this rare opportunity to have a real date night, considering it had been more than six months since we'd experienced one. My wife, Alexa, and I planned the details. We booked a hotel room in the city, intending to have dinner, visit a bar or two, and retire to the hotel room. Additionally, we'd enjoy a full night's sleep! My mother picked up the children from daycare, and I eagerly anticipated seeing Alexa looking glamorous. As I stared forward, I contemplated how our evening could unfold.
I took the day off earlier since I was too eager for the date night. I questioned waiting for Alexa to get off work with the knowledge that my mother would be looking after the kids. I devised a plan to relieve my impatience. Climbing the stairs, I stripped naked, turned on the jacuzzi, and submerged myself. The warm water was invigorating as I held my erection in my hand. My thoughts drifted to Alexa's exquisite breasts and how they always felt so fantastic when caressing her. I conjured images of the way she fits tightly around me when we make love. Suddenly, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer; it didn't take long for me to cum, with the release making me gasp for air and wetting my chest and neck. After cleaning up, I got dressed and returned to my games. Every second seemed to drag as I waited for Alexa to finish work. The joys of being married to the city's only female detective.
I anticipated her arriving soon, so I couldn't help but wonder how she would look dressed up for our date night. I couldn't stop daydreaming about the delicious anticipation of being together again and the exciting possibilities. As the day progressed, my excitement grew. I couldn't wait to see her in the elegant outfit she'd wear. It wasn't long until mid-afternoon prompted a false urgency to start my evening before Alexa's expected arrival.
I walked up the stairs naked, entered our bathroom, and hopped into the jacuzzi tub. As I relaxed, I relished the sensations on my body. Moments later, the image of her lovely cleavage in the pink dress she'd wear sent a surge of arousal through me. I held my stiffening cock with my right hand, the water's warmth adding to the pleasure. My mind wandered, knowing how sensational it feels to have my hands upon her. I couldn't contain myself; within minutes, I was gasping for breath as I climaxed. Cooling down, I finished cleaning up, dressed, and returned to my gaming. Spending my final hours before Alexa's arrival engaging in my hobby was possibly a strange choice. However, I couldn't fathom the idea of passing the time.
Some time later, the front door opened and there she stood. Donning her work pants for ladies, the top two buttons unfastened, showing just a glimpse of her cleavage. Over it, she had a blouse on, as well as her badge around her neck, swinging across her waist. With the same irritated expression she preserves throughout the workday, she is a force to be reckoned with. I find she's one of the numerous reasons I adore my wife. She swiftly sidestepped past me, showering me with a kiss as I continued to play MLB: The Show on my PlayStation.
"I'll be brief. I've been musing over this all day. I'm sorry I couldn't leave work early. Some idiot dropped by for a face-to-face chat about details related to a case. It's no surprise that his conversation lasted over an hour, and I yielded no information of value," she shared, her voice a little difficult to hear as she proceeded towards the stairs.
During the time her aloof expression didn't vanish, I got on with my gaming. While she got herself together upstairs, I couldn't let my excitement slacken. After a protracted period, she reappeared. When I voiced I was overwhelmed by the sight of my wife of 6 years stunning in her gorgeous outfit, I genuinely meant that. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, her lips tinted a crimson that complemented her frock, her bosom unquestionably making her seem divine with the figure-hugging dress and low neckline. My astonishment knew no bounds. She strolled up to the door, stepping into her high heels to complete the look. Without delay, I donned my footwear and we embarked on our journey.
Alexa and I reached the hotel much sooner than expected. Longing for excitement, we were ready to make this evening memorable. We checked in and ascended to our room on the top floor. As I phoned an Uber, he was just a few blocks away. Given the urgency, we had to hasten our way to the front of the hotel. With determined strides, we made our way across the parking lot until we reached a little black taxi. The driver's eyes glued themselves to my loveliness, while I flung open the back door for her. She settled into her seat, and off we went, our driver's attention almost glued to my spouse the entire journey. When we arrived at the restaurant, he failed to avert his eyes off my wife throughout the journey. This time, our Uber driver was a woman. This ensured that my wife would not cut her eyes on our driver's eyes glued on her in a lewd manner.
Once at the restaurant, proceedings proceeded normally. We ate our dinner while catching up on the events of the day and exchanging humorous recollections at work, as well as talking about our interests. As parents, we couldn't avoid a few words about our two children. Following our meal, we called for our Uber of the night, purposefully kicking off our night. Our Uber driver arrived and we scarcely had time to alight from the restaurant. If only the driver was a female!
I aided Alexa out of the car, and we clasped hands as we ambled into the relatively busy bar. We claimed our seats at the bar, and ordered our first drinks, these being mixed drinks accompanied by a shot. Time to blow off some steam. The bar staffed only women, all dressed the same in tight denim shorts, enveloping t-shirts, and cowgirl hats. I knew my wife's temper would fume, as she's not a fan of fellow ladies looking keenly at her hubby. We concluded the shots and savored our beverages. At this stage, the shot and mixed drink combo had her taking its toll, with my wife's voice sounding more slurred than usual as she spoke: "We'll have another round, please."
The bartender disregarded her and focused on me when interacting with us.
"Okay, so you had a speedy shot. Do you want a second one?" I soothed her. The discontent expression on her face intensified, so I whispered in her ear. "Chill out, babe." The moment I relax news circulated that she began chugging her drink quicker, every gentle touch on my thigh awakening a sensation that ran through me. I found my hand roaming from her back, enjoying the fabric of her dress and staring at my spouse in a trancelike state. Concurrently, I had her leg, stroking it as we chatted away, both of us laughing and prepping our night for more mayhem. Leaving her seat, she declared, "Off to the bathroom, I'm properly feeling it now. I'll return quickly."
She strides away, and my gaze remains fixed on her rounded derriere as she departs. At this stage, she's slightly tipsy and hasn't negotiated the need to reinstate her discreetly displaced dress. Honestly, the casual disregard simply accentuates her beauty. There's a hint of promiscuity about her.
"Want another round?" I can make out the seductive tone of the same bartender behind me, looming over the counter and directing the question towards me.
"I'm not convinced we're ready for another round right now. We have to be mindful of our alcohol consumption levels." I answer back.
"All right then, how about it's our round this time?" She's already taken tequila from the back of the bar and filling the glasses.
I simply grin, realizing that I might not have the wherewithal to refuse. I stretch my hand out to attempt collecting the shot, but she preemptively removes it, shaking her head. She's now flirting with me, openly leaning over the counter. I'm astonished at her boldness and how nicely it sets the tone for my growing ardor. She smiles then swings around and pours the tequila down my throat. I'm taken aback by her assertiveness, and it leaves me unimaginably aroused to have a self-assured woman in my life. I grab the shot glass and gulp it down in return. She's grinning and slants over the counter, "Good job." She says, amusing her audience with her remark before going back to tending the bar. Concurrently, I'm aware of someone's hand digging into the back of my neck.
"Slut." My wife's voice growls in my ear, her tone husky and ferocious. The hand travels onwards to my face and holds it whilst she approaches. Our mouths clash together as she embraces me, her tongue delicately flicking around in mine. Playing to the barmaid's audience, she turns me around. I catch a glimpse of a few people staring. My wife holds me immovably in place, her lips brushing mine, kissing me passionately in the crowded establishment. Her voice now husky, "What is it about her?" she says in a teasing tone. "Fuck her."
Her release from my lips leaves me in a daze, and then she kisses me once more, with even more lust. She rests down on her stool as the Uber driver materializes. We both clasp hands and make our way out of the busy premises. As my ride hails a Lyft, I enquire about the gregarious bartenders.
"I can't quite recall. Some guys stopped at the bar and purchased a shot, complimenting my appearance before requesting a drink. I accepted their offer while mentioning my marital status. Bottoms up." She laughs.
At this stage, her state is self-evident. The time to part from the festivities edge. "I'm going to ring for a Lyft, we've had a wonderful evening. It's almost time to call it a night."
My wife's hands rocket to the base of my neck and compel me face-to-face. We passionately lock lips, my breath labored, heavy with anticipation. I find myself feeling up her behind, desperate to grab a palm full of her assets. She disengages from our kiss, and I notice a pair of men, one with his gaze on her bust, the other commenting on her presence. They down their shots and recede into the background.
"Who's that?" I inquire of my wife as we depart the counter.
"I'm not sure, she came over to offer a compliment and covet a drink. I explained that I'm married and declined, but she persisted." Alexa giggles and tiptoes past them.
We hike up to our vehicle. The blue Lyft is idly waiting. "Hop in, I can't hold out much longer." She mutters. I jump into the backseat, slumping onto the cushions, automatic reactions have us clambering in.
The driver smiles, "Hope you had a fine evening." He looks at my companion.
"Indeed," I respond. "We're about to lose steam, just departing this place to retire to our hotel."
The 'Erase' icon permanently deletes cookies and browsing history keys. As we set off, the euphoria of the moment takes hold, its hypnotic allure pressing us towards the hotel. Bumping knees, I'm suddenly hit by the bite of her tongue. She molds her body against me. Her lips are a torrent of occasionally audible moans. Coping with our explicit behavior is becoming a challenge as more inhibited people emerge from the bar. Her half-opened eyes seem wild, her biting of her lower lip making her face look even more animated.
With a casual chuckle, we begin heading out of the lot. My wife's hand instantly reaches for my pants. She slides one into my underwear, grabbing my 7-inch erection strongly. Instinctively, I grasp her breasts through her dress and start massaging them. The driver chats idly. He doesn't expect a response from either of us but keeps speaking. Occasionally, he glances behind. I'm uncertain if he can observe our actions due to the dark setting. However, I no longer care. I free her dress and cup her breasts, feeling the lacy bra's light fabric instead of a real one. I fondle her nipples and chest as her other hand unlocks my trousers, unfastening the button and zipper to reveal my engorged penis, which she greedily strokes.
Our eyes meet, revealing her clenched teeth. She's losing control in this cab driver's vehicle. I wordlessly cup "What the hell?" to her, but she replies with a warning look that reads "Shhhhhh". She removes her dress, completely exposing her tits. Her sweater drags down, revealing nothing to cover her. The driver has stopped conversing, likely from the lack of response. I continue to caress her breasts while her hand persists in guiding mine. I suddenly slip my hand inside her garments and enter her pussy with my finger. My wife's mouth falls open in shock as he starts speaking again. He shares stories of his past bar life, mentioning that his job constraints prevent him from having much leisure time now. All I can utter are vague phrases like "Whoa," "No way," and "That's so wild" as my mind is clouded with ecstasy. My gaze remains on my wife, admiring her topless state and the pleasure in her expression while my finger becomes her source of pleasure.
The driver speaks up suddenly. "Alright, seems like we've arrived."
I hurriedly retract my fingers, zipping my pants back up as we reach the back entrance. I glance back at my wife, who's struggling to cover herself as she fumbles for her key card. Still topless, she says nothing and addresses me, still unadorned. I eagerly caress her breasts, urging her towards the door. Together, we move through the hallway, kissing and fondling each other, both making sexual noises heard throughout the area.
We reach the door, locking it behind us as we kiss. I fling it open, fighting my way into the room with her to strip off her pink dress, leaving her in only her lace bra and boy cut underwear. I remove my clothes as quickly as possible. By the time I glance back at her, she's lying on the bed, masturbating while wearing her bra and underwear.
"Hurry!" she demands harshly, soon followed by a long moan.
I bound onto the bed, gripping her legs, and bury my tongue deep within her soaked pussy. I move my tongue around her clitoris, thrilled with her intoxicating taste. Entirely focused on her pleasure, I savor each moment as her thighs encase my head and her wetness starts to soak my pillow. Finally, after several minutes of orally satisfying her, she verbally states, "I need your dick. Right fucking now."
While I attempt to unite our bodies, she swiftly seizes my neck and pulls me in for a deep kiss. She flips me around, lying on top of my physique. She begins throwing her hips back and forth, causing my penis to instinctively move towards her wet, tight opening. It slides in easily. We both groan simultaneously. She lifts herself up and starts riding me as if I were her possession. I instinctively raise my head up and embrace one of her breasts with my mouth, sucking on it while my cock is buried inside her. We establish a steady rhythm and she's practically shouting at this point. I'm losing control and groaning louder than I've ever groaned before. Out of nowhere, she climbs off, panting.
"Take control, fuck me from behind. HARD!" She orders me with a stern voice.
Without hesitation, I take hold of her hips and push my manhood into her. I don't dawdle and begin swiftly thrusting into her, hard enough that the sounds of my flesh colliding with hers must be audible to anyone in the building next door. I grasp her ponytail and yank forcefully. She utters a loud thunderous scream. "Jesus Christ yes!!"
I intensify my efforts and start striking her ass hard while we copulate, one hand still keeping a hold on her hair. "Harder" she grates out.
I react by wrapping my hands around her neck and choking her while I penetrate her from behind. It's challenging for me to do so, so I disengage, roll her over into missionary, and choke her hard with all the power I have. I can hear her choking, but amidst her choking I can hear her muttering "oh fuck".
I can sense my penis is on the verge of exploding. I can't take it anymore. She's so moist and loud, it's driving me crazy. I'm barely able to shout "I'm cumming!!" when I feel it explode. I can't decipher the sensations as my penis pulses over and over and over again, each pulse sending a torrent of semen into her eager pussy.
I eventually release her neck and she lets out the biggest gasp and deep moan of triumph. The room is filled with the sound of her shaking.
I exhaustedly collapse beside her, gasping for air. She stops spasming, rolls onto my stomach and we kiss deeply. We kiss passionately, like two head over heels in love spouses. We chill in bed for what feels like an eternity before finally getting up and cleansing ourselves of the lingering semen.
Snuggling up in bed, naked, we cuddle up to each other. "I can't wait for your mother to visit again." She offers with a drink-induced slur before succumbing to sleep.
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