-Friday Night-
My husband Sean burst into our apartment with a muffled growl. His face was completely concealed by hat and scarf, and he was covered in snow from head to toe.
"We have to get out of the city," he said.
January in Chicago is the absolute worst. We only moved here because we both got job offers. We're from Southern California, and hadn't taken a vacation since we moved here three years ago.
"Yeah, I can probably do middle of February," I responded.
"We're leaving tonight, Amy. We'll get there in the morning, drive back on Sunday. Even if it's only one day and one night, we gotta do it. Let's get in a rental car and drive south until we can camp somewhere. It was 74 degrees in Tennessee today. Let's just go there. Or anywhere. Let's just go."
A puddle was starting to form at his feet from the melting snow.
"I'll start packing," I said.
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We were so giddy on the drive down. We hadn't done anything impulsive like this in years. We're in our mid 30's so things get pretty routine.
As soon as the rental car was warm inside, we shed our hats, gloves, scarves, and coats. The blizzard outside slowed the speed of our car, but not the exhilaration of knowing that in a matter of hours we would be outside without all the weather gear. I'm definitely a shorts-and-tank-top kind of person.
"I'm so fucking excited!" I shouted. I couldn't contain myself.
"Me too," he smiled.
My job as passenger was to search for suitable campgrounds. It didn't take long before I found one in Tennessee that boasted waterfront and tent-only sites. We learned years ago to avoid RV people, they're a different breed. Once I received the confirmation email that we were booked, my excitement turned to sheer horniness.
"How bout a little, uh..." I pointed to my mouth.
"Gee, let me think," he responded. I hadn't given road head since our car-owning days back in SoCal. I was just as excited about this as him.
I undid my seatbelt and leaned into him. His already hard dick was bulging, but I didn't want to free it just yet. I nuzzled up next to him and started to lightly kiss his neck while I rubbed him through his pants.
"Mmm, what's that you got there, mister?" I whispered into his ear. Sometimes we role-play that I'm a barely legal, innocent-but-curious teen. "Am I doing that to you? Ooh, it feels really big."
He flexed it for me. I gasped.
"You're bad," I continued. I kept squeezing and rubbing him, all the while kissing and nuzzling his neck. "Can I see it? Please mister?"
"Hmm," he began. "Only if I can see what you got under that t-shirt."
"But I've always been too shy to show these to anyone," I played. "I guess if it means I can see what you got under here," I said, gripping his cock. I leaned back in my seat and took off my shirt. I removed my bra, but kept an arm over my boobs. "I'm nervous," I said. "You promise you're gonna show me your... big cock?"
"If I like what I see, yeah."
"Oh, I hope you do. I've just gotta see it. I can tell it's big."
"Show me your tits, you naughty girl."
I removed my arm and gave him a full view of the tits he'd seen a thousand times.
"Those are the most incredible breasts I've ever seen in my life," he said. Even though we were role-playing, I really appreciated it. "I have to show you what you're doing to me. Unzip my pants, and take it out."
I did as he commanded. His dick was rock solid, so it was tough to maneuver it out of his fly. When I finally got it all the way out, I sat back in my seat and covered my mouth with one hand.
"I did that to you?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"I think you're doing something to me too," I confessed. I unbuttoned my jeans and wriggled out of them. The crotch of my panties was wet, so I turned on the dome light for just a second to show him. "You're making me all wet, look." I turned the light back off.
He extended a hand toward my pussy.
"Wait," I started.
"No."
He slid his hand down the front of my panties and rubbed me with his fingers.
"You weren't lying, you are wet."
"Mmhmm."
He worked his hand up and down for a bit, and while it felt good, he was at too odd an angle for it to really get me off.
"Hey, mister," I breathed. "You got to touch me, it's my turn to touch you."
He took his hand away from my pussy and popped his fingers in his mouth to taste me.
"Mister! That's so naughty!" I said. "Well if you get to taste me, then I want taste you." And with that, I bent over and took him into my mouth. I worked my lips and tongue skillfully, and thought, no way I was this good at sucking dick when I was eighteen.
He moaned his approval, and after a minute or so he took me by the ponytail and started guiding me, setting the pace.
"Shit, baby," he said. "That is fucking incredible. Use your hand." He was talking to me now, the role-play over. I added a hand, twisting up and down in sync with my mouth. He wouldn't be much longer now. "Ah fuck, babe. Yeah, like that."
"Mmmmm," I mmmmmed.
Without warning, his cum started filling my mouth. My husband is quite the pornstar in terms of how much cum he produces, and in the bedroom he likes to see his cum on my skin. I love indulging him, letting him shoot it wherever he wants. He loves plastering my face and my ass, but his favorite spot for the moneyshot is my tits.
Since he didn't have much choice of where to shoot this time, I thought I'd give him a little show. Once he was done cumming, I sat back, turned on the dome light once more, and let his seed spill out of my mouth and onto my boobs.
"Oh fuck, that's hot," he panted. "That was amazing, baby."
"I'm so fucking horny, babe, hope you don't mind," I said, slipping a hand down to my pussy. So there I was, cum dripping down my chin and tits, frigging my throbbing clit with everything I had. Since my late twenties, I've been able to orgasm with minimal effort. It used to take a long time, and a lot of focus, but now, as long as I'm even slightly turned on, I can bring myself to climax in mere minutes.
"Keep your eyes on the road, babe," I demanded. He was trying to enjoy the show, and who can blame him, but I was still unbelted. He turned the dome light off and focused on the road, letting me concentrate. I was using my right hand on myself, so my left hand was sitting on the console idly. He took it and held it while I worked. It was so romantic, holding hands like a couple young lovebirds. I was on the brink and let him know by squeezing his hand tight.
"Ohh!" escaped my mouth. "Oh, oh fuck." I came harder than I have in months, the excitement of the trip fueling my pleasure.
I fell asleep shortly thereafter.
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-Saturday Morning-
"Babe," someone was saying. "Let's get some supplies." We were parked, and the sun was up.
"Where are we?" I grogged.
"Walmart."
A glance at the clock told me it was 7 AM. I threw my top on, not bothering with the bra, and pulled my jeans on. We agreed that it was glorious being able to walk from our car into the store without wearing our coats. It was a tiny bit chilly outside, but compared to Chicago the air felt tropical, and we exulted in the change of climate.
Once inside the store, I headed to the bathroom to wipe the dry cum from my chin and neck. My tits still felt taut and dirty with caked jizz, but that was okay. This trip was not about cleanliness.
I found my husband in the lunchmeat section. He threw a pack of cocktail wieners into the cart alongside s'more fixings and a starter log. We got more food, a Styrofoam cooler, some ice, and a bottle of Maker's Mark, and headed out.
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The campground was still quiet when we arrived. We ate a light breakfast before we pitched our tent, then napped into the afternoon. I was stirred awake by distant sounds of merriment, children playing and whatnot. I decided to go for a walk while hubby snoozed.
I ambled along the main road, smiling at other campers and admiring the lake. I was happy to see a sign for hiking trails. The sun felt great on my skin, and looked beautiful shining through the leafless forest. The lake wasn't exactly picturesque, sort of plain and murky brown, but I was just glad that a frosty 30mph wind wasn't coming off of it.
What the-? I heard shushing and hushed chatter coming from somewhere in the forest, not far off trail, opposite the lake. I decided to investigate.
I came upon a couple that looked to be in their early twenties, making out in a small clearing. I had a great view of them between two trees, and I could tell that I was pretty much completely hidden from them.
They'd laid out a blanket, and she was on her back. He hovered over her, his forearms bulged and veiny. I couldn't see her except for her long curly light brown hair. I saw what he looked like when he leaned back to take his shirt off. He took care of himself, probably a jock judging by his statuesque physique. Meatheads have never been my thing, but at the moment, his young toned body was getting me all hot and bothered.
He removed her top, a cute, billowy, off-white button-up. Then off came the bra, but I couldn't really see the goods. She was lying back with her head pointing my direction, so I could only just make out her nipples. I've never wanted to see another woman's breasts so much in my life.
She got up onto her knees and they made out a little more before he turned her around. Still on her knees, body upright, she faced me now as he groped her from behind. He kissed her neck while fondling her breasts. She was so pretty and her boobs were perfect, huge considering her small frame, with small nipples that were nice and high. So often, giant boobs just look like big deflated sacks of fat.
I was getting majorly turned on, and I decided to tease my husband a little. I got out my phone and took several pictures of the passionate couple. I texted him one with the caption, "Look what I stumbled upon."
The young man lay back and ordered his lady to go down on him. She obliged, and now I had a perfect profile view of the two. Her boobs swayed back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth.
"Use your hand," ordered the young man. I had to stifle a laugh at this, the same command my husband had given me a thousand times before. She obliged.
"Oh yeah," he approved.
I snapped another few pics and sent one more to my hubby. "Oh my god, these two are so fucking hot! Wish you were here to spy with me!!!"
She continued for a minute or two before he sat up and asked her to get on all fours. She did so and he took his place behind her. A soft repetitive smacking sound confirmed their union. She was facing me for the most part, and I watched her face twist with pleasure as he increased his tempo.
I snapped more pics, but didn't send any more. Had to keep watching.
