“Spunk up on my bum.”
That is the horniest instruction my wife ever gave me.
We were on holiday in Spain I think and at an all-inclusive resort, we were sharing the room with our three kids. Not ideal for romance but necessary to fit our tight budget requirements.
I was as horny as could be, the resort was awash with bare boobs, swollen pudenda and flirtatious behaviour. Everywhere I looked was a camel toe, bare boob or other distraction.
In due course we found ourselves back in our room before the evening meal.
My wife declared that she was going to take a shower and went into the bathroom, I waited outside and allocated the kids some activities to keep them busy, I inserted myself into the bathroom and offered to wash her back or something.
She told me I should be out there looking after the kids but she sounded fairly tolerant and amenable.
I persisted and pestered until she finally agreed to let me join her in the shower, she had been under the flowing water for a bit so her skin was glowing, more so on the sunburned areas which highlighted the ‘tan lines’, she was a one piece swimsuit girl so this meant that from halfway down her breasts to the top of her thighs was still pale although as I say these were now warmed and reddened by the hot water.
I began by soaping her back from her neck to the top of her bum, then smoothed my hands further south over her buttocks. I reached round and smoothed my hands over her tummy and upwards until her nipples were touching my arms, I could feel them stiff, I cupped my hands and scooped her breasts, lightly squashing them. As I did so, I brought my lips to the nape of her neck and kissed and nibbled the skin there.
I felt her relax into me, my hardening cock was pressing into her bum, I pushed my hips forward to increase the contact pressure, she turned to face me and I dropped my right hand to rub over her pussy. My second finger found her slit and rubbed it lengthways separating her labia, my thumb strummed across her clitoral hood.
She protested, saying something like, “We can’t, the kids will hear.”
I was having none of it, I pointed out that the TV was on and with the noise of the water running and the bathroom extractor fan running, we would have to be very noisy to attract undue attention. I knew it was a weak argument but it was the only one I had. It must have been enough because she turned away from me, bent over and gripped the edges of the bath so she was facing the taps and was presenting her bottom to me.