Story tags: CFNM, clothed female naked male, masturbation, male strippers, sexual objectification, women's sex drive, male butt, documentary, men on display, nude men
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Deidre and Sam had been married for a couple of years when they each took a week off from their jobs in a suburb of Portland, Oregon, to drive down the coast for a mini-vacation, thinking they'd just wing it, enjoy the trip and follow their impulses.
The trip held a number of surprises for them.
"Let's get some good seafood on the wharf in San Francisco," Sam suggested from behind the wheel as Deidre gazed at the Pacific out the window.
"Mmmm, sounds good," she replied. Turning to look at him, she smiled underneath her sunglasses. "And some of that delicious chocolate in those shops around the wharf, too, right?"
"However much we can load up," he answered, grinning.
Deidre turned back to gaze at the blue Pacific, serene and beckoning on a beautiful, calm day.
"I didn't realize how much we needed to get away from everything," she said, "but now that we're on the road, I'm starting to feel the tension start to drain away." She adjusted her sunglasses. "I mean, those last two projects at my job were killer, and I know you've been working like a dog, too."
"Don't remind me," Sam said.
"No more work talk," she said. "Promise."
He laughed. "Great. So tell me something that's not about work."
"Well," she began slowly, "it's definitely not going to be work to make love to you when we get to the hotel."
"Now that's a non-work topic that I definitely like hearing about," Sam said. "You could tell me a lot about that subject. Maybe it'd help pass the time a little bit. We've got several more hours before we're in the City, you know."
"You just love to hear me talk dirty to you," she chuckled, pulling off her sunglasses and shaking her chestnut brown hair free. "You can admit it. I know it's true."
He reached his right arm over to slip his hand behind her neck. "Busted," he said, massaging at the base of her neck in exactly the way he knew she loved.
"Mmmm, feels good," Deidre said, sagging back into her seat and more completely against his hand as his fingers continued kneading, working their magic.
One hand on the wheel, his eyes on the road, Sam pinched and rolled the muscles at the bottom of her neck, enjoying the drive and his beautiful wife's company.
"No fair blissing out from the massage," Sam said. "You're about to tell me things that'll be happening when we get to the hotel."
Deidre reclined her seat a little, shifted around for the perfect position to be comfortable as she pressed back into Sam's palm and fingers. She reached her left hand over and rested it on his thigh.
"You know I love your cock," she began. "But I don't want you hard when you're naked. Tonight, I want to take you in my mouth while you're soft, and I want to run my tongue all over your dick and feel it get bigger and bigger in my mouth."
Sam grinned.
It was going to be an interesting drive down to San Francisco.
***
The pressures of their jobs had meant they both had been pretty wiped every night recently when they got home, and they hadn't made love as often as usual in the preceding couple of months. But that first night in San Francisco helped make up for lost time.
Deidre loved the fact that her man was a catch, a stud, a great-looking guy that lots of women would love to be with. She silently thanked his mom and dad on more than one occasion when she gazed at a picture of him — his square jaw, high cheekbones, and gorgeous brown eyes with those long lashes were the stuff of man-of-the-year fantasies for many ladies, she knew.
And he was hers! It was amazing.
And his body was hers, too. He had played basketball in college, then kept up with his off-season weight training and aerobic workouts, rolling them into a year-round routine that also included pick-up games with buddies at the gym and tennis when the weather permitted.
Two years into their marriage, and Deidre still loved to look at his naked body. She adored his chest and shoulders, loved that sexy V-taper down his abdomen, leading her gaze inevitably to his pretty cock, whether it was soft and jiggly with his movements or stiff and pointed to the ceiling in arousal.
The view from behind was just as good. She had often planted kisses on his firm, rounded bottom, simply because it looked so delicious and inviting.
And Sam was good at complimenting her, letting her know that she was just as attractive to him.
"Damn, babe!" he'd say on a night out, "You are rockin' that little black dress!"
It was motivation to stay at the spinning classes or the Zumba or the weights or whatever mixture she came up with to keep things interesting as a way to stay motivated to work out.
And working out plus eating sensibly paid off for both of them. Sam's toned abs were testament to his work to keep his bodyfat in check and muscle on his frame, and Deidre maintained a 25-inch waist to complement her 5'-7" figure.
So far so good two years after they'd said, "I do." Both approaching 30, they knew they were living a great life. But they knew they needed to keep things fresh and interesting, keep their attraction to each other strong and not fall into that life-as-usual grind they'd seen already happening to some of their friends.
They had both laughed when Sam said he'd been thinking exactly the same thing the night Deidre suggested getting away for a few days.
Down the coast and a few days in San Francisco was just the ticket.
***
The dinner on the wharf was fantastic — the fish was excellent, and the meal not too heavy. They strolled around for a bit, enjoying the brisk night air and the sights and sounds and smells that come with any restaurant district known for great food. They had their pick of chocolate vendors, and bought several boxes of individually wrapped dark chocolate squares that were the perfect size for a quick indulgence of rich cocoa and that silky smooth creaminess as it melted across the tongue.
And back at the hotel, Deidre make good on her prognostication for the night's activities: she stripped for Sam, then helped him undress.
But there was a problem.
He was well on the way to an erection when she tugged down his briefs. When he was fully nude, he was quite decidedly not soft, and she had been enjoying the fantasy of feeling him grow hard in her mouth ever since she teased him with that idea on their drive down from Portland.
"No, this won't do," she said, looking down at his cock as they stood facing each other in the hotel room. His briefs were still bunched at his ankles, and Deidre placed one palm under his balls to cradle them as she looked down at his erection.
She loved cupping his balls, lifting them slightly to feel their heat and their weight, always marveling at how they changed as his sac tightened against them when his erection grew.
"What won't do?" Sam asked.
"Remember? What I said in the car?"
"Huh?"
Just like a guy
, Deidre thought.
Get them aroused and the only head they think with is the little one.
But she liked it that she could have that effect on him.
"We start with me taking your soft cock into my mouth," she reminded him, looking into his brown eyes and smiling.
"And just how am I supposed to be soft right now?" Sam asked, grinning.
"Hmmm. Good point," Deidre laughed as she leaned into him.
He circled her waist with his strong arms to draw her tightly against him. "Besides, I've been looking forward all day to one of your fantastic blow jobs."
It was so tempting. But Deidre had an idea.
"Wait, babe. I know how we can both get our fantasies tonight."
He looked at her questioningly. "I don't think I'm going to be shriveling up anytime soon," he said. "I'm pretty ready to make love, Deidre."
"I know," she answered, "and I love you for it." Kissing him quickly on the lips, she pulled away and strode to the little closet in their room, reaching in to tug the robe off the hangar. "Don't go anywhere," she giggled, looking at her naked husband, his cock at attention with his briefs still at his ankles as he stood with a quizzical expression.
Grabbing the room card from the nightstand and the ice bucket from the little bar next to the closet, she turned back to her husband and said, "I'll be right back."
Sam huffed out an exasperated sigh. "Deidre! Where the hell are you going? And why now?"
Giggling as she opened the door, she answered, "You'll see."
Sam stepped out of his briefs and put them on the chair, his erection bobbing in front of him. He sat on the bed to wait for his wife, one hand dropping immediately to his cock, his fingers closing around it as he thought about Deidre's cute little ass and how great it was going to feel in his grasp as she rode him — one of their favorite positions.
The fantasy was a favorite, and Sam was quickly involved with it as he stroked his erection. He didn't realize Deidre was coming back through the door until she was almost completely in the room, the lock clicking behind her.
"Well, sir," she said, shrugging off the robe, "what if I'd been the maid coming in to turn down the sheets? Would you keep stroking your hard cock for her, too?"
Sam smiled at his now naked wife, and kept stroking his erection. "I dunno. Maybe."
Deidre shot him a look of mock disgust.
"But no maid has your great tits," he said, grinning.
It was all a perfect set-up for what Deidre had planned.
"Stop masturbating, you freaky pervert," she said, clearly continuing the play-act and pretend disgust. Setting down the ice bucket she had carried back into the room, she said, "Stand up, mister."
Sam could sense the fun times in the offing. Deidre would occasionally initiate some playful scenario that always led to very, very hot sex between them.
