I finally closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing. I’d watched her do it for so many years that I could picture it perfectly in my mind. With a quick adjustment to the seat, I was reclined, giving us both some extra room to play with.
Miranda tugged on my pants, and I lifted up my ass so she could tug them all the way off of it. She got back to the task at hand, while I rubbed her back and focused on her sweet lips surrounding my hard dick.
Her pace became rapid and I knew she wanted me to be done. Instead of letting her take my load, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me. In the dim light of the moon, I watched her lick her lips and look at me with confused eyes. “Not like that, baby. Hop in the back and take off those pants.”
She removed her pants and climbed into the backseat. I got out of the car, with my pants around my ankles, and got into the back. Miranda moved to the other side. She put one leg up on the front seat headrest and the other against the rear window. I left the car door ajar as I slid right in between those legs and felt for what I wanted.
Her pussy was wet, probably from sucking on my dick for so long. It made me crazy knowing she got off on doing that. With my dick in my hand, I plowed into her without warning. She moaned as we immediately got into a good groove. I put both hands on her feet and kept her legs spread as I thrust myself inside of her again and again. The longer we went, the wetter she got. We began to make a smacking noise when our bodies came together.
I pumped her even harder, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, there in the backseat of our family car, where fast food had been spilled and diapers had been changed.
Even with the door still open it was hot, and the windows on Miranda’s side were fogged up from the heat of her breath and body. Her head was thumping against the glass each time I rammed her. Still she begged me for more, becoming as caught up in the moment as I was.
Our kisses were rough, with no real pattern to the way our tongues moved. Her skin tasted of salt from the sweat, but it didn’t stop me from licking certain parts of it. I dug my lips into her neck and licked up to her chin. She sighed, and I did it again.
We were finally completely alone, and all I wanted to do was lose myself in her over and over, until I passed out from exhaustion.
The sweat was rolling down my face, burning my eyes, but I couldn’t back off. We were right there, both ready to explode with passion. I removed one hand from her foot and started rubbing my thumb over her clit. Even when she struggled to release, I could always count on that to make it happen.
Sure enough, Miranda reached up and grabbed the handle on the ceiling. She cried out loudly, knowing that nobody would hear her. I bucked my body against her a few more times before I felt myself tightening up and the moment of bliss overwhelming me.
We were panting, completely breathless from our heated encounter. While still in the backseat, sitting up next to one another, Miranda leaned her head on my shoulder. “That was unexpected.”
I patted her thigh. “I’ve been waiting for that shit all day. It’s a good thing I’m not an addict or anything. My balls could have exploded.”
She slapped my leg again and climbed out of the car. “You’re so full of shit.”
I laughed and climbed out, pulling up my pants and taking in the fresh, fall air. “You’re full of cum.”
We both began to laugh.
A couple hours later we were pulling up at a hotel that was right on the ocean. It was getting late, we hadn’t had anything to eat in hours, and we both needed a shower. Since I wanted to make the weekend nice, I went up to get the room and got the honeymoon suite. Miranda stood near the elevators as I approached her with the room key.
Neither of us had ever been to this particular hotel, so she had no clue that I was taking her to one of their best rooms. When we walked in and she saw it, her mouth dropped. Not only did we have a heart shaped bed, but a very large hot tub.
She dropped her bag. “Are you sure you didn’t plan this?”
“I swear. You’re the one that picked the hotel.”
We both looked around the room, and at the same time plopped down on the large bed. When it began to vibrate, we both sat up and looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
Behind Miranda was the remote to control the bed. She must have landed on it. After pushing all the buttons, the bed silenced. I grabbed the remote and tossed it to the floor, then rolled on top of her. “You look beautiful tonight, Mrs. Mitchell.”
“You don’t have to sweet talk me to get me into bed, Mr. Mitchell. Your wish is my command this weekend.”
I smiled and shook my head. “Are you sure you want to put that out there? I may require you to be my love slave and perform annilingus over and over again.”
She grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks together, almost to the point of pain. Her lips brushed over mine, but we didn’t take our eyes off of one another. “The only slave in this room is goin’ to be you. You’re not the only one with needs, and I’ve already contributed to the cause. It’s your turn now.”
I ran my hand up her shirt and underneath her bra. Her skin was warm and her nipples hard. “I’ll play fair.”
She grabbed the edge of my shirt and lifted it over my head. “Shut up and get naked. I want to get in that tub immediately, and you’re comin’ with me.”
I stood up on the bed and removed my shirt, then swung it around over my head. Miranda leaned up on her elbow, watching me and laughing. My pants were the next to come off. I kicked them across the room and turned around, wiggling my ass and pulling my boxers halfway down, like I was teasing her. I turned around again and grabbed my balls, thrusting in the air, while circling one of my nipples with my finger. I licked it and circled the other one.
Miranda was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. “Please…that’s enough!”
It wasn’t enough, though. If she wanted entertainment, I was going to give it to her. “Baby, the show has just begun.” I let the boxers fall and started moving my ass around, getting my dick to swing around in circles. “You ever ride in a helicopter?”
She covered her face and curled up, laughing so hysterically that she couldn’t catch her breath. When I collapsed on the bed next to her, I grabbed her body and pulled her close to me. She looked directly into my eyes and tried to calm herself down to speak. Her hand touched my cheek, and I moved my head to kiss it. I lifted her other hand and held it against my heart. She kissed me slowly, like we had all the time in the world. “I missed this side of you, Ty. I know you try to be yourself, but you’ve been so different. Thanks for bringin’ me here.”
I kissed her hands. “I would do anything for you.”
I meant it.
“I know you would.”
Chapter 26
Miranda
Our room had a freaking hot tub in it. I couldn’t get over that. When I finally calmed down from laughing at my husband’s antics, I sent pictures of the room to Van and Amy. They had no idea that Ty and I had gone anywhere, so they wanted all the details.
Ty didn’t want any distractions unless it was regarding the kids. We’d made a pact that the weekend was for us to relax and unwind. He said that if I wanted to stay in the room the whole time, it was fine with him.
We put on a movie and got the water turned on in the tub. I climbed in and was immediately pulled into his arms. I ran my hands over his face, feeling his stubble that hadn’t been shaved in a couple of days. He thought I hated it, but it was the exact opposite. Ty looked so sexy with a short beard, and I loved the way the hair tickled me when he kissed my skin.
The warm water felt great and the jets were powerful enough to relax all of our muscles. Ty kissed me passionately, rubbing his wet lips over mine. I grabbed his with my teeth and pulled them, teasing him. He kissed me harder, showing me that two could play the same game.
It was unusual for us to be alone without interruptions. Instead of being two married people, living in the monotony of raising kids
and running businesses, we were able to have a couple days to be young again. To me it was a temporary reprieve.
We continued kissing while his hands massaged both of my ass cheeks. He played with my hole, teasing the entrance with his finger. I lifted my body and slid over his thighs. His groans let me know that he liked it, so I did it again, this time letting all of my weight create extra friction.
His finger shoved into my asshole and I could feel it moving in and out. I used to not like anything near that part of my body, but after so much time together we’d experimented and found that so much pleasure could come from it. The deeper his finger explored, the more earth-shattering the tingling became. The water splashed around as my arousal caused me to move in a vigorous pace.
I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing his hard cock and placing it at the base of my sex. The friction of the water made his entering me feel tight. He pushed his way inside, still playing with my ass while I straddled him. The more his finger played, the faster I rode him. Waves were forming and splashing onto the tile floor. My breasts bounced around above the water as I felt myself letting go again and again.
He leaned his head in and licked at my nipples as they continued to twirl around with the movements my body. I ran my hands into his hair, wetting it and holding on so I could kiss his sweet lips for however long I wanted to. Ty’s tongue found mine and our kiss lasted as they mingled and played together.
Even though we were in the water, the sweat was running down my neck and over my chest. Ty pulled his finger out of my ass and began to flip me around, so that my back was against his chest. We were still connected and he reached up with soaked hands and pinched both of my nipples as I began riding him backwards. His lips were on my neck, kissing and biting me all over my shoulder. I threw my head back, grabbing him by the hair and forcing another kiss. I teased his lips with my teeth and then my tongue some more. His eyes were still filled with desire for me, fueled by lust and emotion.
I’d ride him until he was on the brink and then slow my pace, making it last longer. We didn’t have to hurry, because kids were coming into the room, or the possibility of being caught. We had all the time we wanted to make it amazing.
I think Ty knew what I was doing. He abruptly stopped what he was doing and held my body still. After kissing my neck one more time, he lifted me off of him, forcing me to stand where the cold air hit my skin. Then he pushed me over the side of the tub, so my ass was facing him while my upper body leaned against the cold porcelain.
Ty ran his hands over my wet ass, pushing it and flopping my cheeks around like he was playing. He spread me open and groaned as a finger trailed down the inside of my crack. I could feel him pouring something over it and realized it was soap. He lathered it up, all the while making sounds like it was getting him off.
My pussy was throbbing for his attention after being filled just moments prior. “Ty, please.”
“Let me put it in your ass, baby. Please? I want to so bad.”
I hated anal, like hated it with a painful ripping passion. When we tried it, I swore that I was going to blackout and see stars. Ty never really asked for it, seemingly set on the fact that it wasn’t going to happen. Yet I was so turned on, so utterly desperate to be filled, that I figured it was worth another attempt.
“One try. Just one,” I warned.
He placed his erection there and applied pressure. His hands grabbed my body and pulled me into the water while he entered me, an inch a time. I had to appreciate that he was going slow, because he never liked to take his time.
I was handling it, trying not to be tense, so I could let it happen. I felt full and uncomfortable, but the warm water made it a little easier to handle. For a second, I almost thought that I could handle it.
Then I got this sensation and I knew exactly what it was. I pulled away from Ty, almost dragging him by his dick as I jumped out of the tub and went running for the toilet.
“What the hell, baby?”
“Shut up! I felt like I was going to shit myself.” I wasn’t kidding either. The force of Ty’s cock, combined with the warm water, was like I had given myself an enema. Ty put his hands over his face and shook his head.
When he looked up at me, we both burst into laughter. “Well, that’s the last damn time I try that in a tub.”
I was still on the toilet, suffering. “Just so you know, I wasn’t backed up in the first place.” Every time I’d laugh I’d pass gas, which made it even more comical.
He leaned against the tub and watched me. “I guess this means you aren’t getting back in?”
I shrugged. “Maybe after I’m done shitting myself, I’ll need to. Although I’ve suddenly lost the urge to have sex. I can’t believe this is happenin’ to me. If you tell anyone, I swear I will cut it off when you sleep.”
He laughed some more. “Come on. This is the funniest thing that’s happened in a long time. I think it would be a great conversation at Thanksgiving, with the whole family around the dinner table.”
There I was, sitting on the toilet, having a bout of the runs, all the while dripping and naked. The story could go on and on, and I knew he was going to tell everyone about it. “You totally suck.”
He stuck out his lip. “I’m sorry, baby. You gotta admit it though. This is fucking hilarious.”
“My ass is on fire. I’m so glad I could be over here entertainin’ you.”
My poor husband looked so sad. He sank down under the water, giving up on doing anything more, at least for a while.
Once he was done sulking, and knowingly realized that I couldn’t possibly perform without the sudden urge to poop, he grabbed two towels and brought one over for me. I covered up in it, feeling warm after having goose bumps all over me.
When I got finished using the toilet, all I wanted to do was get back in the tub and soak my sore asshole. It seemed ridiculous, but things like this happened to me all the time. Every time we were alone, some crazy tragedy would occur. Usually it was something kid related. This time, it was all on us.
My ass was literally burning. It was like one of those cartoons, where the creature sets its ass on fire and went running to a bucket of water for relief. I walked right over to the tub and sat down, feeling an instant soothing that took away the burn.
Ty put the toilet seat down and sat on it. “I guess a second attempt is out of the question?”
I motioned towards his dick. “That is not gettin’ anywhere near my ass again. I love you. I’ll do just about anything with you, and we have, but this is off limits. It ends badly every single time. Can you just pretend that my vagina is an ass and call it a day?”
“I already do that.”
“What?” It was news to me. “Are you bein’ serious right now?”
He chuckled. “No. Of course not. I was just wanting to try it again. Baby, you are amazing. I don’t care about fucking you in the ass. I’m sure it would feel nice, because it’s you, but since I just made you have to shit, it’s kind of lost its glamour.”
We both laughed again, thinking about how an awesome night had turned into a comedy show. “It never fails, does it? We always seem to end up in these kind of predicaments.”
Ty walked over to the edge of the tub and kissed me on the forehead. “I happen to like our life and getting into these predicaments with you. Trust me when I say this, but you’re the only person that I want to hang out with when they’re shitting.”
I grabbed both sides of his face. “You are the worst sweet talker on the planet, but I love you to death anyway.”
We kissed softly on the lips. “You totally looked hot sitting all naked over there, bearing down.”
He couldn’t be serious for a minute. Knowing that I was going to be the hot topic with the family, I grabbed him by his arms and pulled him back into the tub with me. The water splashed out on the floor again as he tried to sit up and not get a mouth full of it. Ty pulled me back onto his lap and moved the hair away from my face. “Where were we?”
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He smiled as I teased his lips with my tongue. He kissed me hard, sucking my lip as he pulled away. The tingling between my legs was already coming back, and our intermission was seemingly getting easier to forget about. All I wanted was to get back to what we were doing. I wanted to savor every moment alone that I had with my husband, knowing that chaos awaited us the moment we went home.
This was our time, to soak up each other enough to hold us over, until the cloud of despair above our home subsided. I wanted to be consumed by my husband, like I didn’t have a care in the world. All that mattered in this very moment was us.
Chapter 27
Tyler
I would have been a complete jerk if I held my wife captive in a hotel room for the whole weekend. Besides, we had to eat, and since it wasn’t summer, the hotels only kept minimum staff, meaning there was no room service.
It wasn’t like we wanted to go out and paint the town. Our years of bar hopping were long over. When we wanted to drink, we hung out in the old barn with family and close friends, playing cards or just shooting the shit. None of us were interested in bar drama and putting ourselves in situations that could cause trouble for our marriages. We were settled and content, the way people our age that were married with children should be.
All we wanted to do was go grab a nice bite to eat; some kind of fried seafood platter that reminded us that we were in fact at the beach, enjoying some R&R.
Nothing was open.
The beach was like a ghost town, and because it was so late at night, the only options we had was a local twenty-four hour franchise. Since we were both famished, it had to be the place, unless we wanted some gas station snacks to hold us over until morning. I knew Miranda would cringe at the idea of eating an overcooked hotdog, since she hated them with a passion, calling them smashed bologna every chance she got.
Conner, who ate everything, is the one who convinced her of it. He’d watched some damn show on television that researched how a hotdog was made. Obviously, it’s one of those foods where they throw in a bunch of the leftovers and press it into a shape. My motto was always ‘if it tasted good, you eat it’, but Conner wasn’t like me. He was thoroughly grossed out, going so far as to make sure his kids didn’t have it any more.
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