I asked my wife if she wanted to change into our suits, knowing full well that the hot tub and booze scene was a little more mine than hers. She hesitated a bit, and then said she was really too tired this evening but was looking forward to it some of the other nights. It sounded like a bit of an excuse but the way she said it made me optimistic.
We went back to just relax a bit, get cleaned up and then hit the sack. We unpacked and went through our normal evening routine. The bedroom had a reasonably large window that looked towards the property. It didn’t look out directly on to the common area, but it did look out over some of the pathways that ran between the different bungalows. As she got undressed and got ready for bed, I noticed she didn’t close the blinds. I called her out on it, and she said, “It’s a nice view and I don’t think anyone will be out there. They are probably not supposed to be closed.” That was a very funny way of saying that, I thought. But she is the sort who finds comfort in doing things she’s supposed to do. Me, I honestly didn’t give a shit. I spent years doing organized sports and have been naked in front of god knows how many people. And if people wanted to see how hot my wife is on this vacation, well that was sort of the point.
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We slept well and woke up feeling good. I woke up hard as a rock as I often do. Often this is met with an exhausted eye roll from my wife. This was one of those mornings where it wasn’t. She moved her arm under my neck, which is our language for, “You need to climb on top of me.” I think that she was too embarrassed to come out and ask for some foreplay most of the time but felt totally comfortable with having me lay on top of her with my hard dick rubbing back and forth on her crotch. I mean, that’s sort of a hug, right? A hug between two people. A hug where one person is naked and the other is wearing some very thin panties. A hug where there is a lot of skin pressed against each other, including some glorious tits that would cause nations to go to war. A hug where both hips are sliding back and forth in a much-practiced rhythm.
I reached down to remove her panties since that was our system. She would rarely remove them herself during sex. I don’t know why that is. I think it was more defensible to her sense of good grooming if her husband removed them. She wasn’t a bad girl that way, just a good girl who had unfortunately found herself in a situation with a rock hard dick that she would be forced to fuck. And the fact that she was dripping wet? Well, that was just her body protecting itself since that big dick was probably going to pound her hard.
I started rubbing my dick slowly around the outside of her pussy as I often do to make sure she was ready, but she was having none of that. She grabbed my ass and pulled me in all the way. I didn’t need any additional signals after that. This was not going to be a slow gentle morning coupling where we talked about what might be fun to do later. This was going to be fast. As I got a good rhythm going and started using my hands on her ass and tits, she was clearly getting into an unusually receptive manner. After a few short minutes, she was going at it like I had never seen.