When my wife and I started dating, we were both quite inexperienced sexually for a pair of attractive twenty-somethings. In our young adulthood, El ran with the church kids, and I had a similarly religious background. A series of fairly dysfunctional romantic relationships had left us in our early twenties with a body count you could count on one hand between the two of us. So when we fell in love and began our very healthy sex life, we were excited to find a shared sense of spontaneity and an insatiable hunger for each other’s bodies. El’s porcelain-perfect complexion and smaller frame with all the right curves were a match made in heaven with my own lean, olive-skinned figure.
After we had been dating for about a year, we were invited to go on vacation with some friends. We weren’t in the best spot financially at the time, but we got a great deal on our tickets and were able to stay with the group at the Airbnb they had already booked. All in all, I was very excited for some much-needed R&R. The trip was over a week long before travel time was wrapped up. Everything went smoothly, and the group had a ton of fun trying new foods and experiencing an exotic culture. The one thing El and I had not thought of, though, was that sharing a small hostel with four other people after two days of airports left almost no opportunity to even sneak away for a quickie.
Any time we were at a pool or beach, we’d covertly tease each other. If we were swimming, El would grin mischievously at me and squeeze her ample cleavage together. I’d respond by wading up and hugging her playfully from behind, while below the water I’d wriggle my semi-hard shaft between her juicy ass cheeks I loved so much. One night at dinner, we got a little handsy under the table. I stopped us before things got too far, but it took a few minutes for my rock-hard erection to subside. The level of heat I felt on my hand between El’s legs told me she needed it just as bad as I did. Needless to say, by day six on the island, we were going crazy with need. I brought it up that night while brushing my teeth.
“I don’t know how the others have been able to make it this long,” I said laughingly.
“I know, babe!” El whispered. “I miss you inside me sooo much.”
“We’ll have to make up for lost time when we get home,” I said with a wink. Then I pulled her close for a deeply passionate kiss and grabbed her in all the right places before our friends knocked on the bathroom door. Luckily for us, we didn’t have to wait until we got home.
The last couple days of the trip, we all stayed at a little resort. Frustratingly, our accommodations were once again a single large room. The fact that the little cabin was essentially right on the beach made up for it somewhat, but that did nothing to slake El’s thirst or mine. After the first night, we all woke bright and early. Before the sleep had cleared from our eyes, someone asked the room at large, “Who’s up for a morning swim!?”
At that point, I would have walked through fire just to spend more time with El in her bikini. After enthusiastically committing, I made us all some coffee and opened the front door to take in the view. I was greeted by soft white sand and the roar of rolling waves, hazed in the early morning light. Unfortunately, the morning brought a strong breeze with it. It would be too cold for swimming until either the sun came fully out or the wind subsided.
“That’s ok,” El said, grabbing my arm. “Let’s take a walk along the beach instead!”
While the others decided to make breakfast, El and I quickly got dressed. I threw on some khaki shorts and a simple shirt, while she sported a casual little white and blue striped dress. We walked hand in hand down the little path away from the cabin. The sun fell on my wife’s face, and it struck me again how beautiful she is and how lucky I was to be with such a woman. Her rich brown hair framed her stunning brown eyes perfectly.
The main beach area was mostly vacant due to the weather, but several surfers and boogie boarders were laughing and carrying on between rides. I pulled El towards a side trail that headed further into the resort, seeking a more serene setting. We passed by some volleyball courts and then by a concrete restroom and shower building. Another minute of walking and we had passed through a little roped-off grassy lawn to stand looking down at a small beach that was previously hidden by the trees.
I stood savoring the relative quiet, the truly wondrous view, and the moment of privacy. Then it suddenly dawned on me that we hadn’t seen another human soul in several minutes. I squeezed El’s hand excitedly.
“Babe… we’re alone! Like truly alone.” I put my arm around my wife and half-spun her to take in our surroundings. “We could do it here, couldn’t we?” El smiled, and I could see excitement alight in her eyes well.
“Like out here on the beach or in the trees?” she asked.
“Yeah, we can’t see or hear a single person right now.”
“I know, but we didn’t bring a blanket or anything. I don’t want to get all sandy… you know…down there,” she whispered. The thread of arousal that was already coursing through me was only briefly halted by the complication.
“Ok ok, we can go back to that bathroom. I guarantee no one’s going to use it.” I waved my arm at the small clearing around us. “It looks like this place is probably used for weddings or events or something. And it’s free right now!”
El bit her lip in anticipation after she acquiesced, and I wasted no time in pulling her to the small building. We each headed into the men’s and women’s side respectively, checking for occupants. Both sides were free, but El pointed out that hers was almost definitely cleaner. Needing no further convincing, I took one last look around to see if anyone had eyes on us, and headed in. We were both giddy with anticipation, and I was already breathing heavier from the nerves of sneaking around combined with our arousal.
My wife grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the larger changing stalls. There was no bench or anything to sit on, just a small shelf and a handrail fixed to one wall. But we didn’t need to sit for what we had in mind. El immediately wrapped her arms around my waist, and I tilted my head down, grabbing the sides of her face in a long kiss. The freedom to do as we pleased set us on fire. For several moments, we continued to kiss and allow our hands to roam all over each other’s bodies. Our tongues slid over each other while fingers desperately explored every inch of bare skin they could find. We inhaled each other’s scent, breathing more and more heavily in our desperation. I kissed my way down El’s neck and bit her shoulder. While she gasped in pleasure, I slid my hands up her shapely thighs and grabbed the waistband of her panties.
“Take these off and turn around,” I whispered raggedly in her ear. Her arousal reaching new heights, my wife squirmed in my hands, causing my quivering cock to press into the softness of her belly. El finally broke away and quickly pulled her underwear down, stepping out of them with socks and shoes still on. She then reached for my shorts, which I had already started unbuttoning.
“Let me do this first,” she replied as she knelt down. She grabbed my boxers and pulled, freeing my raging erection right in her face. El wasted no time in licking her way up my scrotum, along the bottom of my shaft with the flat of her tongue, and finally swirling around the tip. My head was dizzy with need. I gently wrapped my fingers in her silky brown hair and pushed forward lightly, signaling my intent. My toes curled as El allowed my dick to disappear into her mouth inch by slow inch. Once she had taken me fully in, she quickly pumped her head twice, causing me to gasp with pleasure. Satisfied that I had been sufficiently lubricated, my wife stood and turned around as I had asked.
“Grab the railing,” I ordered. Licking her lips, El leaned forward to place both hands on the cool metal. She slowly waved her rear in front of me with an indulgent smile. I responded by grabbing the skirt of her dress and pulling it up around her waist. The sight in front of me was one of my favorite images in the world: El’s perfectly curved and smooth, creamy-pale ass cheeks bared in all their voluptuous glory. I slapped her right side and grabbed a handful as I entered her. She was so wet already that the brief oral play, while insanely hot, had clearly not been necessary.
My wife gasped as I filled her with my dick. I didn’t bother teasing her opening or rubbing my head against her clit like I often do. She took me into her lips in one smooth motion. We were so incensed that I don’t think we would have stopped even if resort staff had come pounding on the door. I needed to fuck her, and she needed to be fucked.
Placing my hands on El’s hips, I thrust into her over and over again. We savored the sound of her ass slapping against my skin, of her juices sliding along my cock. I hungrily drank in the view of the ripple across my wife’s porcelain skin every time I slid my length into her warmth, making her ass jiggle for me as I drove her towards climax. In just a few moments, I heard her gasping almost incoherently under her breath.
“Oh my god…yes…right…shit…ugh…fuck me!”
Hearing how turned on she was nearly drove me to my limit right there. But I grabbed her left leg and pulled upwards. “Knee on the rail,” I growled in her ear. El shifted her footing and put the knee up alongside her hands. This opened her up for me even further, and I could feel her wetness dripping down my balls as I fucked her mercilessly. The sensual combination of feeling my cock buried in El’s wet pussy, hearing our shared panting, and seeing her legs splayed wide in the air had my every nerve humming with pleasure. I came a few moments later, grabbing my wife’s arm as I filled her with an explosion of my own fluid. But I continued to thrust after that, pulling her body tight to me and covering her mouth to stifle the increasingly loud moans. El arched her back and jerked in my arms once, twice, three times as the orgasm wracked her body and I held her up. She had tears in her eyes as the waves subsided and she turned to face me.
“That,” she said, “was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Same here,” I said with a chuckle. I slapped her naked butt one more time before grabbing her panties and handing them to her. El giggled and pulled me in for another deep kiss, letting me take a few moments to squeeze at her full breasts.
“Alright, get out of here and let me clean up, you goon.”
I chuckled and composed myself quickly before sheepishly sticking my head out of the door. With the coast clear, I stepped onto the path to wait for El to emerge. She looked even sexier with the windswept look of her hair and the flush of her cheeks. We didn’t say much of anything on the walk back toward the room, just shared the occasional conspiratorial grin. But right before we got back into earshot of the others, I leaned down to whisper in my wife’s ear.
“As soon as we get home, I’m going to take you again and again...”
