Ok boys and girls gents and gals, I promised you a recap of my Birthday weekend get-away sex fest, and I always honor my promises. When last I left you I had revealed that my husband had taken me away on a surprise birthday trip to a lovely little inn that I L O V E. My hb knows how much I love this inn – the view, the quiet, the winding hallways, the SPA, and the quaint restaurants and little shops that adorn the surrounding streets. He knows how much I ache for that 4-poster bed, the deep, 2 person whirlpool tub, the in-room fireplace and the semi-private balcony. He knows how horny I get just setting foot on the property – and he knows how badly I needed to be fucked.
He and I have had a sort of disconnection lately – to where sex was almost non-existent. For a while there we were having sex, but there was no……fireworks. Oh sure, I would have multiple orgasms and he would cum like a rocket in my mouth, pussy or on my tits – but it was lacking a certain connection. I know what you are thinking, ‘Mikayla, who the FUCK needs a connection it is just S E X.’ To an extent, I agree with this. Sometimes sex is sex is sex. However, there are a lot of issues going on with us right now and the sex has just been sort of flat.
However, my Birthday Bang Weekend – SOOOOOOO not flat.
Anti-flat
Climactic
Orgasmic
So, my little erotic voyeurs, do you want to hear some of the highlight reel? I know that you do, so here we go…..
The entire evening was a surprise – he packed my bags, arranged the sitter, drove us there without revealing where we were going. When we pulled up to the Inn I have to admit….my panties got a little wet. I knew my draught was ending. I knew the holding pattern would be over. I knew my HB would make an emergency landing and I would accept him. I knew I was going to be fucked 7 ways from Saturday -and I was right.
We began by taking a stroll down the street to the Starbucks at the end of the main drag (it was too early to check in yet) and the conversation was pleasant and we even held hands as we walked. The weather was delicious – 75 and breezy. Wearing my new, black halter tank top I felt especially ‘boobilicious’ and sexy. I have a habit of thinking about sex….a lot…..I mean A LOT…..and when I do I get into this constant state of arousal. I was in that state of arousal. I found myself stroking the inside of my HB palm with my fingertips and finding ways to brush my hard nipples up against him.
He knew he was in.
He knew I would relent.
When we checked into our room a few hours later I was already wet – really wet. We walked into our gorgeous suite and I noticed a vase of my favorite flowers on the table. He really had thought of everything. As I stood there staring at them, he came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist. He kissed my neck, my ear. His hands ran wantonly around my body, my tits, my ass. I was ready to be taken, but he had other plans. He walked me to the bathroom and started to fill the giant tub with warm water. He told me to undress and get in – informing me that we had dinner reservations later. I got into the tub which was filling nicely with bubbles – just enough to hide the most erotic parts of me. I assumed my HB would join me in the tub – but he didn’t. He opened a bottle of wine from the bar and handed me a glass. He pulled the tufted stool over to the side of the tub and sat there chatting with me, dipping his hand into the tub every so often. It was erotic and relaxing.
When I had finished my glass of wine, he grabbed the removeable shower head from its perch on the side of the tub and turned it on. He started to melt the bubbles away with the spray, slowly revealing my nakedness from underneath. The firm jet tickled my tummy and yes, my clit. I slunk into the tub, letting the water hit me all over – sending me into a state of relaxation and comfort. I felt his hand dipping into the water to grab my nipples, stroke my tummy and eventually, go between my legs. I found myself spreading my legs on either side of the huge tub, letting my ass come out of the water as my HB started to gently finger me. In and out his fingers went as my hips met his fingers. I was fucking his fingers slowly – my body still mostly submerged by the water. It had been so long since we had been this intimate that I came quickly, clenching around his fingers in a squeak and a scream. He kept his fingers inside me and placed the jets of the shower on my clit – I came again. And Again.
It was delicious.
It was naughty.
I got out of the tub, dried off, put on the complimentary fuzzy robe and walked out into the room to see another glass of wine poured for me. I was taking the liquor slowly, I wanted to be somewhat lucid for later. I noticed he had packed new, black panties and my favorite dress. Black with a bold white pattern, low cut and ruched top that really played on my favorite asset: my tits. He even packed my knee high boots. He had thought of everything. He also packed my favorite black and red corset. As I dressed for dinner, I put the corset and new panties on, hoisting my tits up high and when the dress came down over them – well hell, I was aroused by myself. I felt exceedingly sexy—–and horny.
I applied my make-up, fixed my hair, spritzed on perfume and exited the bathroom.
“Mikayla, you look gorgeous,” came the response from my admirer. I believed him. I felt it.
He walked over and kissed my neck, my ear, the tops of my heaving breasts. He whispered, ‘take off your panties.’ I obeyed. I dropped them straight to the floor. He hoisted me up and placed me on the end of the bed. He pushed my skirt up over my thighs and grabbed my thighs hard between his fingers, forcing my legs apart. I glanced at the clock, noticing that we had about 20 minutes before having to leave for the restaurant which was a short walk down the street. He went down between my legs, pushing my thighs apart firmly and began to lick and suck my pussy.
Oh fuck.
He was pulling out all the stops. Gently nibbling my clit. Gently fingering me. Licking the lips of my pussy up and down, back and forth. Driving me mad with distraction. Again with the clit nibbling. Fuck. Fuck. I love that. He was so close to making me cum….so fucking close. One. Final. Nibble.
FUCK!
I came in a loud squeal as my legs closed against his head. I tried to wiggle away. He kept nibbling on my clit. Damnit. I kept cumming. My ass off the bed, my boot heels on his shoulders, forcing my pussy into his mouth. I grabbed his head. I said naughty things. I begged him to fuck my pussy with his mouth. I begged him to nibble and suck on my clit. Dirty boy, make me cum. Fuck my pussy, make me cum. Fuck.
I came. I came again. His tongue and fingers teased my pussy with skill. How I missed this. I missed this.
After I came down from orgasmic bliss, my HB helped me off the bed. He went to wash his face, brush his teeth and change his shirt. I washed up and put my panties back on. He said, ‘leave them off’ – and I obeyed. He was in a naughty mood.
A VERY naughty mood.
Good.
Off to dinner we went. Me feeling yummy and aroused. Him looking happy and mischievious.
…….interested yet my little voyeurs? I hope so. There is much more to tell. I will come back to finish up with the best and most naughty details soon. Can you stand to wait? Hope so.
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