A Night's Stay with Us
At the age of twenty-one, we were both virgins on our wedding day six years back. However, it's questionable whether that would have been the case if we hadn't shortened our engagement!
We were young, deeply in love, and incredibly horny. Due to our beliefs, we refrained from sex until marriage, but despite our attempts to remain calm, we did most other things beforehand. Neither of us had gone beyond kissing anyone else, so we experienced all those firsts together.
I recall showing her my penis for the first time. She had never seen one before, let alone touched one. Meanwhile, I had never shown my penis to a girl, and it thrilled me to see her gaze at it with eyes filled with fear, excitement, and longing. I recall teaching her how to masturbate it and ejaculating in her hands. And I'll never forget the time she kissed it, licked it, and enveloped it with her mouth.
It took a bit longer for her to allow me to investigate her vagina. She had never masturbated alone or experienced an orgasm. However, I was patient, and she trusted me, eventually feeling comfortable to spread her legs for me.
I'll never forget sliding my hand beneath her panties, brushing against her pubic hair, and listening to her breathing as I began to rub her clitoris, watching her apprehension transform into arousal. I felt her vagina grow slippery and wet, then watched her body convulse and tremble when I brought her to her first orgasm. Similarly, I experienced my first orgasm. The whole thing was an experiment, and I adored each moment.
We couldn't keep our hands off each other! We had a ton of sexual tension and chemistry between us, and we relished the pleasure of relieving it. We'd spend hours cuddling, making out, dry humping, skinny dipping, and making each other climax.
We had a blast together, and it went much further than sexual activities--we were best friends. We required orgasms to release the sexual tension, but that let us have a blast together doing all sorts of other things! We'd watch movies and be silly. I'd give her a ride on my motorcycle, and we'd go on adventures. And we filled countless hours with deep conversations about our hopes, dreams, and aspirations. We were young and in love, and it was incredibly attractive.
We realized we never wanted it to end! So I asked her to marry me, and she said yes!
Though stunning, it made it harder to abstain from intercourse. I needed her vagina, and she needed my penis. It felt inappropriate not to be able to demonstrate our love for each other bodily in that manner. So, we decided to plan our wedding as rapidly as possible, and three months later, we declared, "I do."
Our wedding night finally arrived, and although we were still technically virgins, we were clearly very comfortable sexually with each other.
Eventually, we discovered what we enjoy and invariably fell into routines, only to find new ways to spice it up. During the initial five years, we gained more life experience than we could have predicted. With two lovely children, numerous relocations, job changes, and health crises, we've grown up a lot. Challenges can either drive people together or apart. Thankfully, all of these challenges have only brought us closer together in a profound and meaningful way.
However, year six has been particularly difficult. Life has been particularly frustrating and stressful, and for the first time, we noticed it was producing some distance between us. And, we've been dealing with issues related to her hormones postpartum. It's influenced her libido and created yet another barrier. As we recognized this was happening, we were sincere and open as we began to discuss it. We adore each other more than ever and desperately desire to be together forever.
On our anniversary, we wanted to do something special--to celebrate, but more significantly, to prioritize and invest in our relationship, even if just for one night. Undoubtedly, we would've preferred to take a fortnight, but we're young and in a difficult phase of life. So one night was all we could genuinely manage.
As previously stated, I wanted to invest in my marriage even if it meant paying a little more than I would typically. After all, she's the most crucial person in my life, and one day we'd look back on these times and regard them as the good old days. Thus, I reserved the most romantic room I could find within reasonable distance.
In addition to the usual amenities, this room had a bigger bed with soft headrest, a couch in front of a fireplace, and an adjoining room with high ceilings and a chandelier hanging over a tub for two with healing mineral water from a nearby spring. Skylights scattered across the room allowed for ample natural light during mornings and a starry view at night. I also went the extra mile by ordering chocolates and rose petals to be spread around both the bed and the tub. It was ideal for our sixth wedding anniversary celebration.
As we pulled into the resort after leaving our kids, we were both impressed by how well it was designed. It managed to be contemporary and charming simultaneously. We checked in and proceeded to our room. Each time we opened the door, I felt a burst of joy, and when my wife saw it, she exclaimed, "You really outdid yourself, babe! This place is so magical!" We both took turns admiring our temporary home.
We turned on the fireplace and started making out on the couch. While I played with her hair, she nibbled on my ear. I admired her body, pressing myself into her while she sweetly said, "I love you." I suggested we get ready for dinner, even though I was more in the mood for sex.
"Okay, we really should," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I moved away to adjust my pants as she disappeared into the bathroom. She was mesmerizing, and I couldn't keep my gaze off her.
We drove to one of our beloved restaurants, a lovely Italian place with a pleasant ambiance that matched its delicious cuisine. We sang together and laughed the entire ride over while heading to our table. Once settled, we continued flirting and sharing personal experiences. It feels great to be friends and lovers.
After we finished our food, we arranged for a cheap bottle of wine, and headed back to the hotel. There wasn't much time left, and we couldn't wait to get back to our preferred accommodation.
I pressed the key fob against the door's lock while she carried our leftovers and wine. If we were on our honeymoon, we might've already been naked and fucking. However, that's not how it unfolded. After placing the items on the table, I removed my shoes and let her deal with them.
While she filled the bathtub with hot mineral water, replacing the robe with a flowery bathrobe, I put on music. As we got closer to the tub, I invited her to dance in front of the fireplace. When she discovered my arousal, she teased me and reached into my pants.
The bathtub was prepared for us when we returned. We held a glass of wine each and entered the tub, both naked. We faced each other as we reclined, her legs sprawled across mine underwater.
The mineral-rich water wasn't bubbly, but we were offered bath salts that filled the air with a pleasant citrus aroma. Although there are no details about the science behind the lack of bubbles, the fact that there were no bubbles to obstruct our view was a pleasant plus for me. She was so beautiful with her clean-shaven Brazilian, and watching her in the water only fueled my desire further. Our discussion didn't become particularly sexual until something unexpected happened. The density of the minerals in the water made just about everything more buoyant. Without realizing it, my legs were resting on either side of her body. As I reached down to stroke my erection, I stumbled upon an intriguing discovery--my balls were floating! Though I knew nothing about the scientific reasons for the lack of bubbles, this newfound buoyancy encouraged me to ask her to stroke my balls. Her expression became amused as she put on a sketchy look, "Oh, my!"
"Can you just try it?" she giggled.
Our laughter resumed afterwards. I continued my playful request as she coquettishly reclined back into the water. introduction
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After ceasing our laughter, we noticed our balls weren't the only body parts that had become buoyant in the water! I simply smiled and indicated to her breasts, which were floating in a manner that caused her nipples to stick out.
"Oh my, how strange!" she exclaimed, grabbing hold of her own breasts. We couldn't help but laugh again. I moved closer to examine the strange situation, and she said with disbelief, "That's so weird!"
Soon, I began to caress her breasts more passionately. Her breasts were perfect and had expanded slightly after giving birth. She flashed a genuine smile and watched me appreciating her physique. Then, with her hand on my chin, she drew my lips to hers. We shared a passionate kiss, and I uttered a gentle hum before relaxing back in the water.
She was magnificent. Her dark hair was pulled up, leaving a single strand falling down along her cheek. With her makeup applied and wineglass in hand, she not only appeared attractive but sophisticated. There was an air of class emanating from her presence. I ran my fingers through her legs while admiring her upper body, now fully displayed as she sat up in the water. The hue of her lips matched those of her nipples, and her skin was slightly flushed from the water's warmth.
My penis was impressively rigid for her damp and voluptuous body. She stared at me seductively and picked up her wineglass. Then, instructing me to hand her the coconut oil, she lubricated my manhood under the water.
"Ah, that feels fantastic, darling," I said.
"I know what you want!" she exclaimed while switching from a linear motion to a twisting one.
I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. Maintaining one hand on my erection, she cradled my balls with her other hand. I melded into her experienced touch. Relinquishing my balls, she enveloped her hand around my base and maneuvered her fingers on the tip. With her firm grip at the base and slow twirls on the head, an orgasm was quickly approaching. To prolong the pleasure, I sat up and took hold of her foot.
"Would you like me to massage your feet?" I proposed, right on the brink of climax.
"Sure!" she responded, leaning back in the tub.
I applied coconut oil to my hands and commenced the foot massage. She had stunning feet, and her toenails were decorated in dark blue. I couldn't resist kissing her toes.
"It's true, you've been enamored with my feet for a while, right?" she inquired, her voice filled with curiosity.
"I have been," I acknowledged, unsure of her reaction.
A week prior, I had kissed her feet while we were engaging in intercourse. She had been lying down, her legs raised close to my face as I penetrated her with my thighs. Absentmindedly, I pressed her feet into my face during this encounter. While I continued to hammer into her, I kissed her toes before changing positions. This moment was never brought up again afterward.
I've always perceived a woman's feet as slightly attractive, though not enough to express wanton desire. The concept had always lingered around in the back of my mind. So I have no clue what led me to suddenly develop an obsession with her feet.
"Is it a little strange?" I inquired, still massaging her foot. "I'm unsure of what's caused this sudden change."
"It may be a tad strange," she conceded, tilting her head curiously while wearing a provocative smile. "Yet, I have no qualms about it. I was quite surprised when you did it the other day. I mean, after seven years of being together, I assumed this would have come up beforehand."
She shifted her head to the other side and wiggled her toes. "Everyone loves a good foot massage, though! I'm enjoying this!" I kissed her toes one final time before transitioning to her other foot.
"Have you heard of a foot job?" I queried.
"A what?" she asked, her curiosity piqued by the notion.
"A foot job," I clarified, confidently. "A type of oral sex where you use your feet as opposed to your mouth." With her puzzled expression, it was clear she was struggling to fathom how this might work.
I led her feet to my penis under the water. "Here's an example," I instructed, massaging my penis between the soles of her feet. "Squeeze it like this," I suggested, feeling bliss.
She took over and I placed my hands on the sides of the tub. Sheicated like she'd been providing footjobs for years, experimenting with various angles and detours and ensuring to not disregard my balls. She placed my penis between the soles of her feet once more, and came to realization about the dominion she held over me in this moment. My erection was trapped between her feet.
She raised her head, piercing my soul with her lovely, deep eyes. She asked a rhetorical question with authority.
"Do you like that?"
I nodded in agreement and drank in the stunning view. She was mesmerizing.
"I'm so damn horny," I admitted.
"Me too!" she exclaimed, still holding my shaft between her heels. "Want to fuck?"
"Let me watch you masturbate first."
Caught off guard, but eager to please, she did as she was told. "I'm getting warmer!" She exclaimed, stepping out of the water. Wide-legged, she sat on the edge of the tub. Her sweet pussy was at eye level for me, and I couldn't help but be enthralled. She started to finger her sexy lips, teasing me over the water. Each of her legs was slightly bent and supported by her toes on either side of the tub as she began to work her clit. Her eyes remained focused on her hand, watching the pleasure build.
I frantically jerked off, mesmerized.
Her eyes closed, and her head rolled back as she uttered a soft, genuine moan. "Mmmmm, fuck!" she whispered. Spotting me from her perch, aroused by the way I was masturbating to her, her mouth opened wide in pleasure. The swollen, wet lips between her thighs looked irresistible.
"Let me lick your pussy, baby," I said, moving towards her. "I need it!"
As I settled myself under her, she reached for her wine. My erection rubbed against the bottom of the tub as my face came within inches of her flower. The scent alone made me grip the muscles of my cock.
She held her wine glass to the side and watched as I pressed my nose into her hair, licking and kissing her pussy the way she enjoys. Pausing to appreciate the view of her body from that angle, I glanced at her tits. Her breasts looked incredible from underneath. Reaching up, I grabbed one before returning to her pussy.
She set down her wine and leaned back on both hands. "That's it! Go faster!" she encouraged.
I moaned in response, stepping up the pace. Her juices dripped down my chin, and her body began to shake and wriggle as pleasure enveloped her.
"Fuck, I'm about to cum!" she whimpered. Then, still breathing heavily, she declared, "I need you inside me now!"
I licked her juices off my lips and lay back in the tub. As I rose to my feet, she moved over me. Holding one of her legs up, she guided my penis into her opening. She sat down on me and rocked back and forth gently to minimize splashing.
"Mm-hmm, that's what I needed!" she affirmed. I admired the way her hand felt on my cock as she guided me inside her. I loved watching her body roll as she rode me, but I wanted her from behind.
"Let me have you in doggy."
Without hesitation, she transformed into a doggy position and allowed me to grant her wish. Arched, she offered her backside, and I entered her slowly, squeezing her ass cheeks and spreading them apart so I could see her entrance. I moved in and out of her with a slow rhythmic rhythm.
"Mm-hmm, give it to me harder, baby!" she encouraged.
"Stand up," I suggested.
We stood, and she went into a downward dog position, clutching onto the edge of the tub. I fucked her hard and fast, watching her ass slap and clap against my body as I did.
She muttered, "Yes! Fuck, that feels good!" I persisted even harder.
"Wanna move to the bed so you can cum on top of me?" I inquired without stopping.
"Sure!"
We hurried over and partially dried off before darting to the bed. "Wanna take control? I'll be submissive and obedient."
She nodded in approval and instructed me to lie down.
"What should I call you? Mistress? Princess? Your highness?"
She traced her hand along my cock and up my chest before whispering in my ear, "You can call me Queen."
"Yes, my Queen," I quickly followed.
She straddled me and instructed me to rub her clit while she rode me. Sooner than we expected, she threw back her head in a powerful orgasm. Then she pulled back my hand from her clit and slowed her pace.
"Was that enjoyable for you, my Queen?"
"Yes," she answered between gasps.
"Would you like to cum again, my Queen?"
"Yes, I would--this time with you on top," she ordered.
I began to fuck her, but she controlled my speed. I surrendered to her every command and refused to cum until she was satisfied. She fingered her clit as I rhythmically thrust into her.
"Don't stop, I'm about to cum!" she shouted. "Yes! Yes! Yessss!"
Her climax was intense and complete. I kissed her and pulled out.
Her desires changed, and my Queen transformed into my loving wife, dedicated to our pleasure. "Your turn, big guy!" she teased with a flirtatious smile. Her legs were spread, and her pussy still gaped open from my cock. "What would you like me to do?" [
"May we complete the task in the tub?" I enquired as I stretched out my hand towards her feet.
She flashed a mischievous grin at me. "Oh boy, we're delving into some wild territory now!" she exclaimed as I commenced to lick and kiss her feet. Moving downwards to my chest, she pressed my erection between her heels, and I tightly penetrated them. I was as turned on as I've ever been.
"May I ejaculate on your toes?"
"Sure! Knock yourself out, my love!"
Laying on her back, she raised her knees, positioning her feet next to each other, soles flat on the bed. Drunk with libido and fervently jerking off, I knelt by my wife's feet.
"Ejaculate for me, sweetheart! Cover my toes in your cum!"
That drove me over the brink, and I fired my load on her luscious feet. It was fulfilling and intense. I paused to behold her cum-coated feet before wiping them with a towel and collapsing beside her on the bed.
We stayed up late into the evening, watching television, eating, chuckling, chatting, and having fun like a couple of kids at a sleepover.
The next morning, I arose to a sensual handjob beneath the covers. I erupted in her hands.
"Good morning!" I remarked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"I surmised you might fancy waking up to a hand, you saucy devil!" she retorted with a wink.
Following the complimentary breakfast, it was time to gather up the kids and go home. It was merely one night, but it was precisely what our marriage necessitated.
Sexually and generally, our bond remains as strong as ever; occasionally, it just needs to be rejuvenated. We're pals, and we're lovers, and that'll never alter.
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