Pt.1 - Stuck at the boom gate.
"It's just up ahead on the left" pointed out my wife Clara, her phone navigating us to the close of our, going on 12-hour, long road trip to Strafe Havens Caravan park. I was bushed and couldn't wait to hit the sack.
Clara was amazing, she was my love, my wife, my world, the only thing that matched the beauty of her soul and personality was her body, she stood 5'4, had a bombshell figure, if I do say so myself, I was never into the rake thin girls, Clara was curvy in all the right ways, with her heavy set full breast all but inviting you to find out just how soft she could be, and man being close to her never disappointed. Whenever I had the chance to make love to her, it was so hard to contain myself, made me always feel like a teenager again how quickly I would cum, but there lies the problem.
See, my wife and I had been going through a few marital issues in the home, an array in fact, starting with our problems conceiving a child due to an incident that befell me in high school and the fact that my wife was more or less sexually frustrated, we had been married 9 years, I was 32 and she was 29, we married young; straight out of high school and were each other's first, we came to find out quiet promptly that she was unable to orgasm, from intercourse or oral, which was fine at first but has slowly put a dampener on our relationship. I had given her hours upon hours of foreplay, music, massages, the works, I tried every trick I knew with my tongue and hands, but to little result, I read books and watched YouTube tutorials. I tried with my cock but her tight pussy made that an extremely hard feat on top of an already seemingly impossible task. So she would simply get tired or bored, tell me to fuck her and we would both roll over and go to sleep, even when we fucked she had this look liked she'd rather be anywhere else and that it was almost a task for her.
That's not to say we didn't love one another, the love was truly there, it was magnificent, we gelled so well in day to day life, we worked well as a couple and had the same interests, only our bodies seemed to be on very different pages.
For the first few year's things were great it was "It's okay babe, some girls are just like this" and so she dug herself more into work, income and a stable home life instead of sex; to my dismay, but lately our sex life had been more like "are you done yet?", her frustration a mixture of me Cumming freely and albeit quickly (since I knew she wasn't going to any time soon) something that had started to become learnt behaviour and her not Cumming at all.
So! I devised a plan for our 9th year anniversary to go away and have some time; just the two of us locked in a caravan, I bought lube, candles, toys: for her and I, lingerie, her sexy black calf-high length stripper shoes made of leather lace and very little clothing, I didn't want her to have an excuse not to be nearly stark naked, I was going to give her a fuck fest of a month and bring some of the excited she claims we have lost back to our bedroom and marriage, I was going to give my wife an orgasm one way or another, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY, and I told her as such with pride and determination.
I took the left and came to a halt at the boom gate a few moments had past when finally, the window slid opened and a young man about 18 years of age looked at me. He was a handsome well-built African American guy who seemed to be the only one in the office, he had a smug look on his face, but also looked bored. He had a tight jawline and some 5 o'clock shadow that made him look a little older than he most likely was.
"Yep?" he greeted slightly rudely, as if we were an imposition on whatever he was doing before we arrived. His voice was, smoky but raspy.
"Yeah, Hi, I have a booking under Jack" I confirmed.
The young man nodded but looked past me to my wife who had her face buried in her phone, she had her feet up on the dashboard, her toenails painted jet black, her tight and short jeans riding up high on her thigh and her well-tanned and clean-shaven legs, which also matched her clean shaven pussy, a treat for me later, that the young lad was obviously unbeknownst to.
Her massive milk tank tits were also almost falling out from her top and due to the long trip she had no bra on, her nipples clearly jutting out from behind the veil of her white thin tank top fabric.
The young lad nodded to himself; careless that I was watching him eye fuck my wife.
In your dreams little boy I thought.
She then crossed one leg over the other and swiveled slightly in the passenger side chair, he now had a perfect view up her short shorts, her lace and almost see-through panties moulded around the outline of her tight pussy, basically showing off all she had to offer. So much for her clean-shaven pussy being unbeknownst to this rude kid.
She looked up from her phone, wondering why we had no moved yet, too quick for the young lad to look away but she just smiled and giggled at his tactless staring, and a look crossed her eyes as she brushed a glance at the young lad, a look I had never seen, before swivelling away and going back to her phone. However, it didn't look like the kid made any attempt to look away.
The young lad went back to his computer typed away for only a second and turned back. "Sorry, no booking for Jack"
