Monday we drove to Minneapolis. I ask Britt if she'd like to drive since we were taking her car.
"Nope, I get to sit in the wifey seat while my hubby drives, just like I always dreamed it would be."
We checked into the airport Hilton. Britt was blown away by the luxury of the room. For supper I took Britt to a restaurant in the downtown area of Minneapolis, a steak house called Murrays. I'd been taken there by a client a few years back. The food was outstanding, I ordered the filet for both, it was so tender we cut it with a fork. Britt got to have her hotel sex, deciding she wanted to be bent over the back of a stuffed chair. I obliged, bringing her to a screaming climax. I was right behind her with my own, grunting, groaning, damn near falling over from exhaustion.
Early Tuesday morning we drove to a park and ride lot, checked our car, and caught a shuttle to the airport. Our flight landed mid-afternoon, plenty of time to pick up the rental car, check into the hotel and find somewhere decent for supper. After looking around Britt decided on a most unlikely place, a Steak and Shake. A cheeseburger, onion rings, and a malt made her think of home.
More hotel sex was on the menu, tonight it was me who picked the position. With Britt on her hands and knees I squatted over her butt, plunged my cock into her pussy, and hammered away flat footed on the bed. The penetration was unbelievable, Britt loved it, throwing herself back onto my cock. I had my hands on her rib cage and felt what I knew was her permission to pound her for all I was worth. Penny would do the same thing when I fucked her like this. Britt dropped her tummy, arching her back and pointing her pussy right into my cock. Her pussy was as open and wide as it could get.
"Oh Nils, how deep are you baby? I swear you're in my stomach, oh my, that is so deep. Pound baby, pound, I love this."
Britt's little tits were swinging back and forth, her breathing labored, tiny eep sounds and uhh, uhh between gasps for air. She began to convulse, buck, and throw herself against me. Suddenly she pulled off my dick, still on her hands and knees, her body was shaking and humping the air as the magnitude of her orgasm hit. I dropped to my knees, when her body stopped undulating and shaking, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back, putting my cock back into her smoldering caldron, and rested.
I waited then softly spoke, "Did you cum good baby, it seemed like you were consumed by it."
Britt tried talking through labored breath, "Oh Nils, I have never felt anything like that in my life. It was so strong I had to get off your cock, I just knew I'd pass out if I didn't."
"I have never seen a woman cum that hard, you continue to amaze me Mrs. Johanssen. I could become addicted to you."
"You damn well better be addicted to me, I have all the pussy you will ever need. It's always going to be yours, you can have all you want, anytime you want. Now, it's time we got your balls churning so you can put another batch of baby batter into my tummy. Maybe a few of those soldiers will get through my cervix and start a baby."
I started slow, nice and deep, enjoying the way her vagina walls contracted around my dick with every stroke. I was reaching under feeling her tits, squeezing them lightly, pinching the nipples and gently tugging on them. They were such appreciative nipples, always responding with an immediate hardness.
Britt was rocking in rhythm with me, enjoying a nice slow fuck, I decided to pick up the pace a little.
"Mm Hmm baby, a little harder, I like it hard, I like it when I feel your balls slapping against my clit. Fill me honey, mark me with your seed, splash your sperm against my cervix, make me yours."
"Whos pussy is this Britt?"
"Oh my god Nils, it's yours, it will always be yours. You own it baby, you own it."
As I arched my back slamming my dick in as deep as possible I went over the edge saying "mine" again and again. My seed filled her up to the point of overflowing, cum was oozing out around my cock, dripping from her pussy, making a puddle on the sheet.
Britt had cum again, but not nearly as intense as before. She was pleased she had made her man cum inside her. If there wasn't a baby in her tummy, it wouldn't be for lack of trying. It was still early, all of that rooting around left us hungry, we ordered a pizza through room service. While I was showering Britt called her mom, talking mother/daughter talk. A conversation with her dad might last 5 minutes on a good day, but when she and her mom talked it was always at least a half hour. I was watching the news when Britt emerged from the bathroom in her nightie and a pair of panties that said, "it won't lick itself" across the front.
"Britt honey, did you wear those panties before bed as a hint? Because sweetheart, you've drained my balls dry and worn out my body already. I just don't have any more tonight princess."
"Turn the light out and hold me you horny bastard. Do you think you're the only one who's tired? I don't have enough strength left to wiggle my ass, much less having you wash your face in my muff."
Throughout the next week we drove through parts of Vermont and New Hampshire, wherever the fall colors were the most vibrant. The following week we meandered along the Maine coastline, most of the little fishing villages had been bypassed by the interstate. We drove on the small mostly unused roads from long ago, only being used by locals now, it was some of the most beautiful scenery we had ever seen. Britt enjoyed fresh lobster on two different occasions, having never had it before she wasn't sure she would like it. After the first meal, she was hooked. Sex was enjoyed nearly every night, we had determined we were going to christen every motel we stayed in.
On Friday we flew out of Montpelier headed for Minneapolis. We'd shopped along the way, whenever we found a large city with shopping we made it a point to find nicer shops. We had found a specific shop in Portland, Maine that specializing in French lingerie. Britt went crazy in that shop. She asked if she could buy some stuff, I told her it was her card, just spend wisely. I was more than happy to spend the money on high quality items, after all, I'd be the one getting to remove them. As planned, we'd purchased an extra suitcase to bring home the clothing we bought.
With luggage in hand we caught a shuttle to the car, settled the lot fees and pulled onto 494 heading west until we picked up 35 south. It was late afternoon, I asked Britt if she wanted to stay the night in the twin cities, or go home. It would be about a four hour drive, we both wanted to go home.
Even stopping for supper at an IHOP we pulled into the driveway just after ten. As much fun as our trip had been, we were anxious to be in our own bed again.
There were no romps in the hay for a few days after getting home, as much as we hated to admit it, both of us were literally too tired. We kissed, petted and fooled around, allowing our bodies to heal from two weeks of fucking nearly every day. I had lots of emails to answer, new proposals to finalize and send out. Our saved mail would be delivered on Monday. Britt wanted to see if anything was addressed to Mrs. Britt Johanssen, even if it was junk mail. Our new checks had arrived with her name on them, she was more than a little excited."
