Hotel Sex

Not long ago my wife, Donna, and I went to a large city not far from where we live and got a nice room in a swanky downtown hotel. We’ve been married a long time, and sometimes we get away for hotel sex just to keep things interesting. After a hot, soapy shower we put on the hotel’s matching bathrobes and I led her into the room. We sat in the little couch facing the window and I opened a bottle of champagne. The curtains were open but it was a chilly fall day and the windows were steamed from our shower. I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, handing her one, and bent down to kiss her. We tasted the fizzy champagne on each other’s lips.

I stood up and loosened the robe, exposing my swelling dick. I straddled her legs and asked her to suck me. She smiled, took a large drink of champagne, and slid her mouth over my dick. The fizz of the bubbly and the work of her tongue brought me the rest of the way to attention, and she moved back and forth, pulling me in deeper each time, until my rocket was probing the back of her throat. She swallowed the champagne and the tip of my dick followed. She massaged the tender underside with her warm tongue and drew me slowly all the way out, sucking tightly on my tip. I almost came right then.

“Wow,” I said, exhaling deeply as my dick popped out of her mouth. “You are unbelievable.”

“I know,” she said with a smile. “What’s it worth to you?”

I knelt in front of her and untied her robe. I kissed her gently on the lips and we swapped tongues, a familiar gesture that always brought us closer together, even after all these years. I opened her robe and nuzzled her large, still firm breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other. She has always taken pride in her sumptuous tits, and she knows they are a surefire turn-on for me, and she moaned faintly in appreciation of my caresses. She held them together for me and I buried my face in them, kissing them one after the other. I moved down her tummy, not as trim as it used to be but familiar, and she thrust her pelvis forward in anticipation and laid her head back on the cushion.

I opened her robe the rest of the way and pushed her knees gently open. I kissed my way up one thigh, breathed gently on her mound and kissed my way down the other. She spread her legs and held her breath. Dragging the tip of my tongue along her sensitive inner thigh, I kissed and nibbled her freshly shaven outer labia. They were just beginning to swell in anticipation, and I encouraged them with wet, sucking kisses and licked and nibbled the soft ridges. As she spread her legs further, her cunt fell open, and I stroked the valley between inner and outer lips with the flat of my tongue. She began to breathe deeply.

I drew long, wet strokes along the outside of her succulent sex, culminating at her mound. She thrust at me, trying to get me to touch her clit, but I made her wait. I nibbled her more delicate inner lips and she spread her legs wider still, pushing her pussy at my mouth. I kissed and nibbled those petals, nibbling just a little closer to her inflamed hood each time. She was breathing very deeply now. I gently teased at her hood with the very tip of my tongue, coaxing her clit out. She moaned and tensed, her head rocking forward.

Suddenly, she froze. “Hey!” she said.

I stopped my ministrations. “What? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, patting my head as she caught her breath. “We’re not alone.” She gestured toward the window.

I looked over my shoulder. The steam on the window had faded. Outside, it had become evening. Dry autumn leaves were scattering along the narrow brick street. The gathering dark made the gas lamps seem to glow more brightly. In the building across the street, in a window level with ...

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