Daddys Baby 6

My husband and I were on our first vacation in years without kids, pets, parents, or friends. We were supposed to be getting back 'in touch' with who we were as a couple.

We had just sent off remortgage #1 (a senior at Perdue), remortgage #2 (a junior at UMass), and remortgage #3 (a freshman at Duke).

We were going to visit long lost cousins who lived in Rehoboth Beach, DE. They were loaning us their newly renovated barn, with a view of the ocean, for the week--no charge--while we babysat their home and 3 cats so that they could go to Alaska.

So there we were at a motor inn that catered to 18 wheelers, somewhere outside of Philly, and totally exhausted.

Why? Because 1) we refused to use GPS and share our location with remortgage #2--who tsks at us like we are wayward children, 2) my husband refused to admit that he forgot the maps and my route that I had carefully plotted at home, 3) because my husband refused to ask for directions, and never stopped the car long enough to listen to me, and 4) because he also refused to stay the night in Hancock, Blue Ball, or Intercourse for obvious reasons. Go figure.

By the time we checked in, it was late. Our Volkswagen Rabbit was dwarfed by the behemoths in the parking lot. I fell into bed exhausted; the room was spinning when I closed my eyes.

I was on the verge of sleep, when another truck pulled in, its bright headlights flashed shadows on our walls; its brakes hissed like a punctured tire.

Several minutes later, our next door neighbor(s?) arrived with doors slamming, water running, and toilet flushing.

Geez, I thought, I hope whoever it is, is tired, and again, I tried to woo Morpheus. My husband, who was already snoring, had never moved. For a moment, all was quiet and I was relieved.

But then, the silence was broken by a gruff male voice.

"Did you remember to bring my cock ring, bitch?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I forgot."

"You know what Daddy does when you forget, don't you?"

"Ohh yes, Daddy. I know what you do. Please, I have been such a bad girl. Please discipline me! I did remember to bring your paddle!"

My eyes snapped open. What the hell? Was this some kind of porn this guy or gal was watching? The voice was rather high pitched, wavering, and female. I couldn't tell whether it was a scared young girl or a woman. However, the more I listened, the more I realized that it was not the TV.

"Strip, bitch."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Face me and do it slowly."

"Yes, Daddy. Like this?"

"Yes. Now grab your tits and squeeze your nipples."

"Yes, Daddy. Like this?"

"Harder, squeeze harder."

"Yes...Daddy. Oh yes, Daddy."

"Take off your panties. You better be wet."

"Yes, Daddy. I know how you like me to be wet."

"Bend over the bed!" the male voice stated gruffly.

"Yes, Daddy. Please hit me. Hit me hard."

"Of course."

As 'Daddy' applied the paddle, there was more pleading from the woman.

"Oh please, yes! Harder. I promise I will be better next time. Oh God, yes!"

I elbowed my husband's ribs. "Wake up, George," I whispered.

My husband groggily said, "S'matter?"

"Listen!"

In the next room, the sounds of paddling continued, as well as the moaning and pleading.

"What the hell?"

"Shhhh. If we can hear them, they can hear us."

WHACK!

"Oh God!" she cried.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he commanded.

"Yes, Daddy. Like this?"

"Your pussy better be hot and wet."

"Oh yes, Daddy. It's hot and wet."

"Show me! Finger your pussy!"

"Yes, Daddy. See? Nice and wet. Do you want to lick my fingers?"

"Yes. You're lucky it tastes so good."

"If you put your tongue in my pussy, you can get a better taste."

"Then get your ass up higher, bitch."

"Oh yes, Daddy! Anything for you. Oh, I love when you put your tongue in my pussy. I hope you like it. Oh yes, Daddy. Please suck my juices and my little clit! I know how you like to take little nips!"

My husband and I looked at each other. I couldn't help myself, but the commentary from next door was starting to turn me on...a lot.

"Roll over!"

"Yes, Daddy."

"You know what you are going to do next?"

"No, Daddy. What?"

"I'm going to put my rock hard cock in your mouth and you are going to suck it dry."

"Oh yes, Daddy! Please let me suck your hard cock!"

I reached under the covers and to my astonishment, my husband's cock was also rock hard.

He looked at me and cupped my breast, rubbing and pinching the nipple.

I couldn't help myself. I was definitely turned on and a little moan escaped me.

"Suck harder, bitch. Use your hands like the ring you forgot. Use your teeth."

My husband rolled on his side and slid his hand between my legs. His fingers found my clit and began to circle the now pulsing button.

It had been a while for us and I kind of lost track of what was happening next door until the headboard smacked against our communal wall.

BANG! BANG!

"Oh yes, harder!"

He must have really been going at it. The banging of the bed had a rhythm.

As I stopped to listen, my husband entered me and began to fuck me in time with our neighbor. I didn't know whether to moan and enjoy it or giggle and ruin the moment.

"Oh fuck me, Daddy!"

My husband raised an eyebrow at me as he thrust his throbbing member inside of me.

"No way am I calling you daddy," I hissed. But the hiss became a moan as both the headboards banged faster and faster. I moaned, "Oh God, harder," at the same time as the woman next door.

I think the four of us all climaxed at the same time, our respective voices drowning the others out.

We lay there in bed, my husband and I grinning like two Cheshire cats. All was quiet next door. And then we heard, "Oh please, Daddy. Fuck me again!"

And away they went. More paddling! More pussy play! More fucking!

My husband took that as a challenge. This time, we got more creative, drowning out the shenanigans of our neighbors.

The banging of the headboard started again and my husband went deep for all he was worth, like a wide receiver in the end zone. By the time we all came, I was dripping with sweat, pussy juice, and cum.

"I think a shower sounds like a good idea," I whispered.

Just as we were crawling back into bed, the neighbors were getting heated up again. My husband grimaced and said, "Two can play that game." And back we went at it. I pulled out my 'first vacation in years' toys.

He ate through my edible cherry undies, used my Lock Ness Monster Dildo set, cock ring included (to stir the pot), tied me up with special knots (proving he COULD follow directions), used a half tube of KY, and lots of tongue.

The headboards were back in action. This time, I was on top and I rode him like a bronc at a rodeo, seeing how many seconds we could last.

Sated, we lay there giggling quietly like two little kids.

But, my husband was not 20 years old. He looked at me sadly. "I need a break."

Around 4 a.m., with not a wink of sleep, and Daddy still going strong next door, my husband couldn't take it. When the headboard started slamming into our wall for at least the fifth time, he pounded loudly on the adjoining wall and yelled, "Hey what are you trying to do over there, kill me?"

We thought we heard laughter, but after one more 'oh God,' they called it quits.

In the morning, my husband kept peeking through the curtains.

"Quit that," I said as I packed our toiletries.

"No way! I gotta see these people!"

All of a sudden, I heard an intake of breath. "What the hell!"

He dropped the curtain and a moment later, there was a knock on our door.

My husband opened the door to an elderly couple.

"Here Sonny, this is for you. One of these will keep you going ALL night," the man said, blue eyes twinkling. He handed my husband a little pill. He winked at us and tipped his ball cap. His little lady smiled angelically and gave a little finger wave.

Then, the two of them jumped up into the cab of one of the 18 Wheelers. In big, flowing, red letters was written 'Daddy's Baby'.

He fired up the engine and they slowly backed up. He hit the air horn as they pulled forward and entered the main highway.

While paying our bill, my husband casually mentioned the couple.

The manager laughed. "You mean Ozzie and Harriet. Hope they didn't keep you up all night. They're quite a pair. We keep their credit card on file because sometimes they get a little carried away. Hell, last time, they broke the bed."

We thanked the manager and on our way to our car, my husband winked, and said, "You're lucky we DIDN'T stop in Intercourse!"

"Whatever you say...Daddy."