Kinky or Vanilla? That’s the question that my husband and I ask whenever we get the chance to go away together without the kids.
While our sex life at home is great, there are always constraints on time (walking the dog, work, getting kids to and from activities) and on our volume (our older home is not very sound proof).
Hotels offer the opportunity for totally uninhibited sex. When that opportunity arises, what flavor do we desire: tender, passionate love making or wild, kinky fucking?
We still hadn’t decided when we walked into the lobby of the hotel on Saturday. As we waited to check in, I weighed the question over in my mind. I had packed a variety of lingerie to fit any mood, and D had packed a sex toy bag. Since we were celebrating my birthday that weekend, the choice was ultimately up to me. I wasn’t sure which way I was leaning.
“Sorry for the wait,” the hotel clerk said as he greeted us. New COVID protocols had meant that the check-in process took longer than expected, and we had had to wait behind a few folks who had trouble answering the screening questions.
“It isn’t your fault at all, and we are on vacation so we have nothing but time,” I said with a smile. He asked what had brought us to town, and I explained that we were celebrating my birthday. It turned out that his birthday was just two days after mine, so we chatted about that as he coded our keys.
I noticed that as part of their environmental sustainability brand, they offered free bikes to their guests. I asked him how we’d go about getting them, and if they were hard to reserve. He assured me that they always had plenty in stock and that we should take advantage of them that afternoon since the next day was going to be raining. I said we’d think about it.
As we rode the elevator up to our room, D asked if I really wanted to go for a bike ride. It was a beautiful fall day, and we both love exploring the city. The idea definitely had appeal. “You never know,” I responded. ‘We can’t have sex the ENTIRE time we are here.”
He said he wasn’t sure about that.
Our room was on the seventh floor. The door opened to a little hallway with a small mini bar area. If you turn the corner and walk past the large bathroom with a walk-in shower, you reach the bedroom. It had two walls of windows, a beautiful king-sized bed, and a little sitting area.
D brought our bags in as I opened a bottle of wine near the mini bar area. It seemed like a good idea to kick-off our time together with a toast.
“Have you decided on kinky or vanilla?” D called from the bedroom. I stripped naked and walked down the hall with the two glasses of wine. “Not yet,” I said with a wink.
D enjoyed the naked delivery. He sat on the chair sipping his wine as I opened the blinds on the windows. He said that the view was stunning…and I don’t think he meant the city skyline.
I stood next to the window and told him that the building across the street looked pretty empty. It was clearly an office building and no one was working on Saturday. He asked if I was disappointed that no one could see my show.
“It’s ok,” I replied. “After all, you are probably enjoying it enough for several people.”
I put both my hands on the window, arched my back and angled my ass back towards him. I gave it a little wiggle. He told me not to move and took a photo. I smiled at him over my shoulder and moved to the next wall of windows.
Down below, a few people were walking dogs, jogging, and hanging out in a nearby park. I spotted three men getting out of a car. I described them to D.
“What would you do if they looked up at you now?” he asked me. I told him that I’d probably begin to play with my breasts, and maybe slide a hand down to my pussy to begin rubbing my clit. I demonstrated for him.
He asked if I’d want to encourage all three men to come up and play with me.
“Nah, this weekend I’m all yours,” I responded.
Truthfully, the windows were pretty tinted and the chances of anyone seeing anything were very rare, but I still enjoyed the fantasy of it. D enjoyed the show.
I decided to join him in the sitting area. As I walked over, I noticed that he had stepped out of his shorts. His black boxers had an obvious tent in it and I smiled as I sat and sipped my wine.
“Right now, I’m on the fence about what I want,” I told him. “But I do know that I want to start by sucking your cock.”
I got on my knees in front of him and ran a tongue over his boxers. I don’t want to brag, but my husband really does have the most amazing dick. It is thick and a bit longer than average. It responds so nicely to my touch, that I could play with it for hours.
He lifted his butt off the chair so that he could pull his boxers off. I took him in my mouth.
Does it count as vanilla if I wanted to linger there for a while? Maybe. I massaged him with my tongue and went slowly as I took him deep. He was moaning in pleasure, but I kept the tempo one where I knew he wouldn’t cum. I was enjoying myself and wanted to take my time.
I heard the tv turn on behind me. I looked up and D had the remote in his hand.
“You know,” he said with a devilish smile. “The tv is set up to let guests cast web content from their phone. I could put a little porn on to inspire you.”
I laughed at his offer, but said that the porn might skew me towards kinky, and that wouldn’t be fair to vanilla. He put something on anyway, and I returned to my blow job. D’s hand was soon on my head, stroking my hair and guiding me up and down.
“That feels so good,” he told me. “But kinky or vanilla, I want to taste my wife now.”
He helped me to my feet, kissed me deeply, then leaned me back on the bed. He knelt between my legs and let his tongue do the work. I know that I was already turned on from the window exhibition and cock sucking, but I was surprised by how quickly I was cumming around his face. He really is very talented with his tongue.
After the first orgasm, his fingers were inside me and that brought on wave two. Then he stood up and slid his hard cock inside me. He lifted my legs to his shoulders and smiled at me as he fucked me slowly. He wished me a very happy birthday as he picked up speed and made me cum again.
I was laying back recovering when I noticed the porn playing on the tv behind me. The woman in the scene was bound with rope and it was really very arousing. D knows that after exhibitionism, bondage is my favorite kink.
“Fine,” I conceded. “Kinky it is.”
He told me that he had brought rope as well as an assortment of other toys. He suggested that I take a look in the sex bag. I laid the toys out on the bed as I unpacked the bag. There was a paddle and a whip should I desire to be spanked. There were nipple clamps and a butt plug if I wanted to be played with. There was an abundance of black rope. And there were a few dildos and a magic wand.
D suggested that I pick out a couple of things to play with. I selected the dildo we had named after G. I brought it over in front of one of the windows and suctioned its base to the floor. I squatted over it facing where D was sitting. I looked him in the eye as I lowered myself on the thick fake cock.
I rode it for a while, playing with my breasts and not breaking eye contact. He stroked himself as he told me that I was a perfect little slut, in the best possible way. It was really too bad that no one was working across the street, because they might enjoy watching my ass bob up and down over that toy.
I reached for the magic wand, turned it on and held it on my clit as I continued to ride. I began to moan quite loudly and my potty mouth came out.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I began. “It feels so good. I’m going to cum soon. Fuuuuuuuck!”
That was it. I closed my eyes and felt a wave of orgasm wash over me. My body quaked with the pleasure and intensity of it. I had to lower the wand and brace myself with one hand on the floor. When I could breathe normally again, I looked up at D who was smiling at me.
He handed me another toy. It is a stainless steel curved wand with a ball at each end (nJoy pure g-spot metal wand, if any of you want to look it up). It is probably my favorite toy, but I shook my head at him.
There was already a small puddle forming around the dildo on the floor. The njoy wand ALWAYS makes me squirt. I told D that I didn’t want to make a mess in our pretty hotel room.
“Not a problem,” he said, helping me to my feet. “We’ll just make use of the shower then.”
We walked to the shower and he handed me the toy. I stood, legs spread, as he watched me. I pushed the large ball of the wand inside me and gripped the smaller ball with my right hand. My left hand I used to brace myself against the shower wall.
I began to move the toy in and out. The curve of the wand makes the steel ball hit my g-spot in the best possible way. That combined with seeing D stroking himself as he watched me was too much. I leaned my head back as my body began to orgasm again. Squirt dripped down my thighs.
I felt D’s hand on mine. He took the toy out of my pussy, and replaced it with his fingers. He fucked me hard with them and I squirted even more. It coated his hands and splashed on the tile. My legs were shaking and he had to support me a bit as I spasmed around him.
When I regained my composure, he kissed me and told me how beautiful and sexy I was. I thanked him and told him that it was time for me to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. He told me not to worry, his time would come. But I could clean up a bit first if I wanted.
I took advantage of the shower to rinse the squirt and pussy juice off my legs. I toweled off and when I joined D in the bedroom he had prepared a place at the foot of the bed for me. He told me that I had the most phenomenal ass and that I should bend over the bed. I did as instructed.
He groped my ass cheeks for a bit and gave them a playful slap. He told me that I probably should have a birthday spanking. I said that sounded sexy.
He used the whip (which is not my favorite implement), but used it softly. There was a soft sting with each strike on my ass and upper thighs. Then he put the whip down, picked up a bottle of lube and coated his cock. The next thing I knew, he was deep in my ass.
He fucked me slow and deep. It felt incredible. As he picked up the pace, I could feel my pleasure building. He could sense it from my breathing and asked if I was going to cum.
“I’m getting pretty close,” I admitted.
I have orgasmed from anal sex before, but it isn’t a common occurrence. D wanted to watch my face if it was going to happen. I shifted so that I was on my side with my ass at the edge of the bed. He entered me again. I looked up at him as he picked up the pace. My thighs were now pressed together and every thrust in my ass resulted in pressure on my clit. I grabbed the blanket and gripped it tightly as I came around his cock. He fucked me hard and fast and came deep in my ass.
And that’s how I ended up going for my birthday dinner with an ass full of cum
There are more tales of sex from our weekend away (including very lovely wake-up sex the next morning, and a drooly face-fucking followed by a fun shower together) but for now I’ll just say that I love my husband and we should definitely go away together more often. Oh, and we didn’t end up going for a bike ride
Thank you sexy, stud of a husband. And welcome to the forum.
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