The Caravan Par Pt .02

We got to lot 16 and parked up the caravan. I jumped up from my seat and placed both hands on the small of my back before leaning hard into it until a small crack escaped my spine.

"You shouldn't do that it's bad for you" Clara lectured.

"Yeah, I know but my back is so stiff"

My wife who was on her knees in an under compartment, under the dash, looked up to talk to me and noticed I still had the bulge in my pants from playing with her clit.

She reached out and poked it making me flinch, startled --"looks like that's not the only thing" she teased biting her tongue in a smile and staring up at me.

"Fuck yes!" I thought "on arrival blowjob," I thrusted it toward her and she giggled, she was just about to place her hand on it and start unbuttoning my pants

"Yeah, suck that cock" I stated grabbing the back of her head forcefully as she finally pulled out my dick, which was now dripping with pre cum.

"Excuse me?" she said looking up at me annoyed and letting go of my half hard member and pulling my hand off her.

She always hated being told what to do, she especially hated me being "forceful" with her, especially during sex, we once had an argument where I told her what to do a little dominantly, she had said I don't get to do that cause she doesn't get to have orgasms and she's not just some fuck sleeve for my pleasure.

"Sorry babe, I'm just super horny and frustrated" I explained. Boy was that the wrong answer

"Your frustrated?! YOUR FRUSTRATED?"

Fuck, great start to the month I thought.

I kept quiet and when I didn't answer she threw her hands up

"Nope" she stated standing up and shaking her head with her eyes closed, as if trying to shake her anger away, leaving me with my dick hanging out and dripping pre cum on the floor of the caravan.

"Clean up that mess!" she demanded, throwing me a cloth from the sink and walking to the door grabbing her towel and bag.

I leant down and began moping it up and when I looked up the door had slammed behind her.

I don't know where my wife went but two hours later, she arrived back at the caravan, she had a smile plastered on her face and looked much more relaxed.

She was wrapped in only a towel

"Hey Babe" I said cautiously, worried I would dampen her mood

"Hey sweety" she greeted planting a kiss on my lips, an unusual flavour lingering as she did so.

"Look sorry about before" I said my hands fidgeting as I spoke "- I just"

"-Don't worry about it" she interrupted "I got us some pamphlets for some fun activities to do"

"Where'd you get them?" I quizzed

"I had to go to the gatehouse to find the pool, I left the map in the caravan when I stormed off" she explained, however her hair didn't look wet, but I brushed that aside.

"Oh, you had to go deal with that asshat again" I sneered.

"Hey! Quit that" she demanded "You need to stop acting like a petulant child, he helped me calm down and showed me all the ways you can have fun in this place, so the least you can do is thank him, after all you owe him big time" she continued to rant, "I'd probably still be mad at you otherwise and you better start being nice because I invited him to dinner with us"

"What? Why?"

"Cause he's friendly and hasn't acted like an entitled ass since getting here" she accused.

I took a deep breath, I don't know why I was arguing, I was literally just making things worse again and so relented

"Okay, okay your right, I'm sorry, we can go to dinner with him"

"Tim" she stated bluntly.

"Pardon?" i replied not understanding what she meant.

"His name is, Tim" she stated again agitated that I hadn't pick up on her meaning "So use his name" she demanded.

"Uh, we can go to dinner with Tim?" I repeated unsure.

Clara shook her head and replied snarkily "No, no, no, you can come to dinner with Tim and I" she corrected, "your the guest in this situation" she confirmed with what looked like pride.

"Okay" I relinquished confused

"Tim said to invite you, so what will you say to Tim when you see him tonight?"

I was lost for words, what did she mean, Tim invited me, she was my wife, who did this asshole think he was.

"Well!" she said stamping her foot

startled I replied without thought "Thank you?" I guessed.

"Good boy" she complimented aggressively, which she had never called me, "Now..." her face upturned into a look I knew all to well, "get on your hands and knees" her anger had suddenly washed away replaced with a Fiery look in her eyes.

I got on my hands and knees and she sat back on the leather bench seats of the caravan, the towel rolling up her body to reveal the most wet pussy lips I had ever seen on my wife's hips.

"Well?" she grilled, "What are you waiting for"

I must have hesitated a moment more then I should have, before I could react, her hand shot out wrapping around the back of my neck and began forcefully pushing me into her moist box, I began tonguing and kissing her all over so she would loosen her grip, man she was so wet I didn't want to eat her though, I wanted to fuck her.

I began to undo my pants while I ate her and she sat up and stared into my eyes and snarled "Don't you dare stop eating that pussy! You are going to lick me till completion little boy"

Again I was to shocked to do anything, her switch from horny to angry had startled me, and why did she keep calling me "little boy" that was a new one I thought oddly, although I let it slide, just wanting to get on with being intimate.

"Okay babe" I conceded with a muffled mouth full of her warm wet flesh "But what if you can't get there" I continued...big mistake

"THEN NEITHER WILL YOU" she hissed pushing my face again into her pussy and leaning back ignoring me and enjoying my tongue as she shut her eyes, every now and again I would feel her pussy pulsate against me and she would get wetter and wetter. Her lips had a strange tang I had not noticed about them before and it reminded me of the taste on her lips as we kissed upon her return, had she been masturbating before she came back?

I was at it for a minute or two and wanted to roll my eyes, she had never gotten off from this before so now I have to be punished to, I kept going and then something strange happened, she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and shot forward, bucking and grinding her hops painfully against my face, so much so it made my jaw hurt, "Oh fuck I'm cumming, I'm cumming, keep going!" she squealed in a high pitch voice, she seemed to squeal for ages as she rode the wave of orgasm, that I could physically feel on my chin as she clenched up. I couldn't believe it I finally made my wife cum! I would have cheered if not for the mouth full of her moist wimp.

I shook my head once she had released her grip, my neck hurt a little from how forceful she was but I was stunned to see her cum, this was great! I knew this holiday was just what we needed.

I expected her to look down to me in thanks but she was in her own world looking out the window panting.

I stood up and began to unbuckle my pants, my balls aching with the need to be released, when she placed her foot on my hand lying back on the leather couch fully and looking down her bare chest at me

"Tch tch" she said shaking her head "None for you" she exclaimed

"What?! But I got you there" I argued

"So?" she snapped

My cock was soaking my underwear and I was uncomfortable.

"Fine" I said in a frustrated huff, "Ill fix myself," what is up with my wife I thought angrily.

"You won't dare!" she snapped sitting up, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly, making me flinch in excitement, even in her angry state her body knew how to make me hot.

"If you even think of it or I catch you, you won't get any of this for the rest of our damn marriage" she said opening her legs and gliding two fingers over each side of her clit.

"That's no fair" I protested, seeing exactly what she mean about sounding childish as soon as the words left my mouth.

"Oh, isn't it? How many orgasms have you had while I went without?" she bit back

"Babe, look-" I tried to haggle

"I don't want to hear it, now get in the shower and get ready, we are going out and that's fina,l" she used her authoritarian voice, the one she uses when there is no arguing "and if you so much as step out of line and embarrass me you'll live to regret it" she threatened I couldn't find any words to match the glare she was giving me and so I relented grabbing my towel in silence and a change of clothes and heading to the washroom.