A sweet wife slowly learns to let go on vacation

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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.

“You look so fucking hot right now. A good girl being very bad. What would people think if they saw you getting pounded so hard right while you spread your legs and take it?”

She just closed her eyes and started breathing harder and moving faster.

“And with the blinds open even. Someone could walk by right now, and you know what they would see? Your naked body being pounded while your tits just bounce back and forth.”

She started grunting harder, and I could feel myself starting to boil. I wish I had porn star stamina sometimes, but porn stars don’t look like her and they don’t have sex like we do. As we were both getting ready to come, I could have sworn I saw motion out of the side of my vision at the window. A shadow briefly moved across the bed, which normally would have startled me during sex, but I was coming now and so was she.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”, I said as I emptied myself in her. She’s not usually one for bad language, but under the circumstances, it was all I was thinking. She came hard with a little whimper and kept it up for an unusually long time.

As we lay there feeling rather proud of ourselves, kissing and laughing softly, she said, “I thought I saw the light in the room flicker a bit.” I wanted to tell her that I thought someone had walked by and possibly spent a little time at our window, but I didn’t want to freak her out and have a celibate rest of the vacation. So I chose my words very carefully. “Well, I mean, I guess it’s possible that someone walked by on their way to breakfast or something, but it seems unlikely.”

“Oh. Well, they probably got an unexpected surprise this morning!”

All I could think was, “What the hell?”

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We were not in a hurry to go down to the main area for breakfast, so it was close to 9:30 by the time we straggled in. I actually don’t mind sharing tables for hotel breakfasts with folks I’ve never met, but the place had mostly cleared out, so we took an empty table and sat down to eat. My wife is a relatively fearless eater by the standards of most women. She makes it clear that she doesn’t exercise to look like a supermodel, she exercises for the sake of waffles. Between the two of us gobbling down our favorite meal of the day, and our somewhat loud and animated conversation, we did not look like a couple of introverted people who wanted to be left alone.

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