I laid my head back and relaxed as my husband piloted our BMW through the early afternoon traffic on our way to celebrate our lucky 13th anniversary at a fancy upscale resort. The resort boasted in-room hot tubs and several spas that offered anything you’d ever want. They also had a private golf course, which appealed to us, since we rarely had time to play together. It was costing us a mint, but we had booked a room for a week, which gave us lots of time in which to enjoy ourselves.
Mother Nature had stepped in at just the right time to put our sex life on hold for the previous five days. Of course my period had seldom stood in our way before, but this time I held out, wanting Bill, my husband, to be horny as hell for our private time together.
We were checked in and unpacked by four, and half an hour later were enjoying a cocktail on our spacious private balcony, while checking out the view of the resort’s beautiful grounds. Bill got up to move behind me and began rubbing my shoulders until I leaned forward to allow him access to my back, which he massaged for five minutes or more before I felt him release the hooks of my bra, without going under my top. His hands moved back to my shoulders, then slipped down the front of my top to cup my breasts as he kissed my neck and whispered, “I want to make love to you, sweetheart.”
I turned to cover his warm wet mouth with mine, sharing a very intimate kiss that lasted nearly two minutes. Then he took my hand and led me inside to our huge round bed, where he disrobed me, kissing my body as it was unveiled. Soon I was flat on my back with his face between my thighs, his hot tongue probing the fleshy lips nestled in my curly bush.
No man has ever given me head like my husband does, and he quickly brought me to orgasm. I was just as horny as he was, since we are a very sexually active couple and very much in love, in spite of the fact that I frequently allow other men to get into my panties. At those times it’s nothing more than pure physical pleasure, with no romance involved. My loving husband understands that my needs are even greater than his, and he never gets mad or chastises me when I do it with someone else, because he knows my heart will always belong to him.
He continued munching away at my muffin until I’d gotten my cookies crumbled four times before he moved up to slip his ever-loving cock into my slippery pussy. He hooked his arms behind my knees, pressing them back against my tits so he could really plow my furrow. He was much too excited to last much longer than a couple of minutes before sowing his oats deep inside my now drenched pussy.
I hugged him and pulled him down against my breasts, relishing the feel of his body pinning mine to the mattress. Our lips met in a blissful post-coital kiss, and as our lips parted I caught a glimmer of something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look toward the door to the balcony, and saw a man standing in the doorway to a room across the courtyard, looking through a telescope mounted on a tripod. It was pointed straight at us. He ducked back when he saw me look his way, but after a moment I saw him ease his way back to look through the telescope again.
I whispered to Bill that we had a spectator, and to my surprise he laughed and asked if it was the guy with the telescope. I poked him in the ribs, saying, “You fucker, you knew he was watching, didn’t you?” The fact that we had a secret watcher, and that Bill had known it all along, gave me a perverse kind of thrill. “All right,” I said then. “If you really want to give him a show, roll over on your back and I will make him green with envy!”
Bill did as I suggested, and I sat up on my knees, rubbing my hands up and down his torso while I told him I was going to give him a blowjob that he would not soon forget. I was pleased to see his cock twitching to life before I even touched it. It never fails to amaze me how quickly he can become erect after ejaculating.
I checked to see if our voyeur was watching—which he was—then began making love to the cock that had given me more pleasure than any other. I absolutely love giving my husband head, and I find it hard to believe that some women refuse to perform this act. I kissed every inch of his glorious erection and licked his sweaty balls before slowly taking his entire seven-inch shaft easily down my throat.
I glanced again toward the balcony door and caught the glimmer of the telescope before proceeding to bob up and down on my husband’s fantastic cock, using every trick I knew until I felt the telltale throbbing that signaled that he was about to cut loose. At that point I eased a long wet finger up his ass to massage his prostate. This sent him over the top, and he exploded with a shout, shooting his load straight down my eagerly gulping throat.
After resting awhile, we cleaned up and went down to eat in the elegant dining room, after which we moved to the lounge, where we had a few drinks and danced to music provided by a small but very good band. I always enjoy dancing with Bill, and I didn’t protest when he danced me into a dark corner, where he raised the skirt of my dress to gain access to my crotch, which was quickly soaked with pussy juice.
“You know,” he whispered as he fingered my hot groove, “I think the guy sitting right behind you is the one who was watching us through the telescope this afternoon.”
His hard cock was pressing urgently against my mound. Between that and his fingers my pussy was burning with desire, and I breathlessly asked him to please take me up to our room and fuck me before I exploded. Instead he led me back to our table, saying, “Let’s wait just a little while and see if that guy asks you to dance. He’s been watching you ever since we came in here, and I know he’s hot for you. I’m going to the men’s room to give him a chance. If he comes on to you, lead him on a little and see what happens.”
Well, sure enough, Bill hadn’t been gone a minute when the guy approached me. He didn’t waste any time either. He told me he thought I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He then gave me his room number and asked me to get away from the guy I was with and come to his room, where he would have nine inches of hot cock waiting for me.
I did lead him on for a few minutes, just for the fun of it, but as soon as Bill came back I left him and dragged my husband upstairs. When I told him what the guy had said it turned him on again, and we fucked twice before falling asleep in each other’s arms. We woke in the early hours of the morning to make sweet love again.
When we were finished Bill asked me if I wanted to call my admirer and invite him to our room, so I could fuck him while he, Bill, hid in the closet and watched. “You know I’ve always wanted to watch you fuck another man,” he reminded me. “Instead of just hearing about it afterwards.”
I squeezed his hand. “No way, baby,” I told him. “Not this week. This is our week, and yours is the only cock that is getting into my pussy during this vacation. But,” I went on, “if you really want to watch, I’ll arrange it so you can watch Roy do me after we get home. It’s been six or seven weeks since I’ve given him any, so he should be horny as hell when we get back.” Roy is older than me by 15 years, but he’s a great fuck, and has been my lover for five years now. One of them anyway.
So, at least technically, I screwed only my husband while we were at that resort—although the man with the telescope continued to get some great shows. And when we got back I kept my promise and set it up so Bill could watch me with Roy. But that’s another story.
—C.L., St. Petersburg, Florida