This was going to be a wonderful vacation. It had been years since I had actually taken time off from work to get away with my family, so I was going to enjoy every minute of it. And asking Becky and Walker and their kids to join us seemed so natural. We all had so much in common, even the kids. Our daughters were the same age and so were our sons, so they would have someone to keep them company and give us time to relax and enjoy the fun and sun of the beach. John and Walker would spend much time drinking beer and fishing and Becky and I planned to just relax and enjoy being "away'. The only flaw in the plan was that Becky and I ended up both having to work that Friday and the realtor was expecting us to arrive early Friday evening. We decided the guys(our husbands) and the kids would go ahead of us, taking the luggage and supplies, and she and I would ride down together after we got off work. Five o'clock that Friday afternoon couldn't come soon enough, but finally Becky and I were on our way to Mexico Beach and two weeks of rest and relaxation.
The ride down in my Jeep, with the top off, was so enjoyable. Becky and I talked about everything under the sun. When we finally arrived at the cabin, we found it locked and our husbands and kids were nowhere to be found. Checking the spot where John and I (we think so much alike) hide an extra key at home, I found what I was looking for and we let our selves in. In the hall was the luggage and all of the supplies that didn't need to be refrigerated-you know, the important stuff like beer and wine and food. In the bathrooms we found wet swim suits, so we knew the guys had come in, put everything down where it was and changed and headed down to the water. Becky and I rolled our eyes at each other and said "typical" in unison, then laughed that we had said it at the same time. On the table we found a note telling us that they had decided to drive to ‘town', more than an hour away, and eat pizza for dinner and would be back soon. Becky suggested we make ourselves a sandwich, mix up some margaritas and sit out on the deck and listen to the waves since it was already dark and we had no idea what time they had left or when they would return. I was more than delighted at the idea and grabbed my make-up case from the stack of luggage in the hall and went into one of the two master bedrooms downstairs to change quickly. We got busy, one making sandwiches, the other making the margaritas. The moon was bright enough, but we lit a couple of the centrinella tiki torches to ensure we wouldn't be eaten up by mosquitoes. The sandwiches were gone quickly, and we both sat back in the lounge chairs, enjoying the feel of the tequila coursing slowly into our blood stream. Life was good...much too quiet for two moms used to having a son and daughter around, but we weren't complaining. We knew this little piece of utopia would last only until we heard Calefb's Yukon drive up.
Becky and I each drank several margaritas, listening to the waves crash and waiting for our men and children to make it home. Eleven o'clock came and went. Midnight came and went and she and I both we getting slowly drunk and finding everything funny. At 1:00 a.m., I suggested we go to bed. We had both been up since around 5:00a.m. that morning, and the lack of sleep and the margaritas were working in unison pushing us into Slumberland. We knew the kids would be sleeping upstairs so without even thinking about it, we left our luggage where it lay, and I went into the bedroom I had changed in and Becky went into the other master bedroom. We said goodnight and closed our doors. I didn't even bother with putting on a gown or pj's. I simply undressed and crawled into bed naked and drifted into one of the most peaceful sleeps I had experienced in a while. I awakened only momentarily when I felt John crawl into bed beside me.
"Mmmmmmmmm" I purred as I felt the warmth of his body against my legs. Floating somewhere between sleep and tequila, I felt his warms hands gently open my thighs.
"Oooooh, yes", I moaned as I buried my hands in his hair and felt his mouth on my thigh. Through the clouds in my head the feeling was incredible and I quietly whispered words to encourage him to proceed. He needed no such encouragement. His hands caressed my thighs, parting them to his satisfaction, as his mouth explored me at his own teasing pace.
"He knows what I like" passed through my mind, "and he knows how to make me beg for it until he wants to give it to me." I arched my back and pulled his face deeper into me, loving the feeling of what his hands and tongue were doing to me. His mouth sucked in my clit, nibbling it gently at first, while a finger invaded my pussy, then harder as he sucked me to orgasm. I spurted all over his hands. While I rested my hands caressed down his arms and pulled his body upward, wanting to feel his body against mine and his lips on mine. Taking his own sweet time he gently moved up my body, his hands and mouth taking what he knew already belonged to him, my pussy, my body, my breasts and nipples, until he and I were face to face in the dark. I couldn't see his face, but it didn't matter. I lifted my head and licked his lips, tasting myself on his face. His head bent down to me and we shared the taste of me in a deep kiss....with me stopping only long enough to suck his bottom lip or lick his chin or jaw...knowing what it did to him to clean my juice from his face and mouth. My hands played over his nipples, kissing down to suck them as I felt his hardness seeking the heat of my wet opening. It had been at least a week since we had made love, so I knew his the hardness of his cock would have to stretch my lips and pussy to gain entrance...just as it always would when days went by without our making love to each other. I felt the head dip in, wetting itself to make its entrance easier. I reached down and pressed is ass to me, trying to pull him into me.
"What's the matter" John whispered teasingly, sounding oddly hoarse.
"You know what I want" I whispered back.
"Tell me..." again the hoarse whisper
"Please........" I begged.
"Say the words." I knew what he wanted to hear. My husband loves to hear me talk dirty, and loves to hear me beg. Enjoying the game as much as he did, I played along.
"I want your big, thick, hard cock to punish my tight little pussy" I whispered, my mouth against his ear, keeping in mind we weren't alone in the house.
"You mean this?" he asked and pressed his cock into me a bit further, only to pull out.
"Oh, please, give it back!" I whispered, as deep into the game as he was, urgently wanting him to fill me.
"Like this?" again pushing into me. This time a little deeper but again withdrawing immediately.
"You are driving me insane. Please let me have your cock inside of me. I want to feel you stretch my pussy beyond its limits..... pleeeeeease.....!"
With his arms under my knees, he drew his arms closer together pushing my legs up onto his shoulders. This surprised me because it wasn's something he usually did, but I've always enjoyed new things and was beyond rational thought, wanting what he was making me beg for, more and more. Slowly he lowered his weight onto me, effectively pressing my thighs against my breasts and my feet over my head... I was almost bent double when I felt him shove his cock deep into my wanton pussy. I expected a little stretching, but it must have been the position that made his cock feel the size of something much bigger than what I was use to. I was fully awake now and had it not been for the fact that our best friends were across the hall and our kids upstairs, I might have screamed at the unexpected amount of stretching my poor little pussy was experiencing-but I didn't have time. He withdrew and pushed his cock back into me, the second time, his hardness still feeling much thicker than I was use to. But I was not about to complaing. I had long had a fantasy of having a man with a huge cock do with me what he would and if this position my husband felt just that big.....so it was making that fantasy come true, I was not going to waste it. I begged John, "oh please, tear my pussy up with that big cock." He needed no further encouragement. He slammed his cock in and out of my over stretched pussy. When I knew he was near orgasm, I asked him to stop. "Come over to the side of the bed. I want to feel you in my throat. I want you to cum in my mouth" I lay across the bed, with my head hanging over backwards. We had discovered this position recently...he could slide his cock down my throat and play with my nipples and breasts and he watched himself fuck my mouth. In the dark, part of the effect would be lost, but he wasted no time moving around to the side of the bed. He held his cock and rubbed it all over my face, rubbing the mixture of my juice and his pre-cum all over my face, teasing my lips with the head..... but I knew this was driving him crazy as well. He rested the head against my mouth and my tongue immediately pressed into what I like to call his little pussy on the tip, tasting the precum and moisture there. He loved the feeling of my tongue there. John suddenly seemed unsure of himself...as if he wasn't sure if he should push deeper into my mouth. Reaching around his body, I gently pulled him forward. Pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and slowly, inch by inch down my throat. The alcohol still coursing through my veins made his cock feel much thicker than I was use to....even in my mouth. But again, this thought was only fleeting and I proceeded to work his cock down my throat. As the head of his cock touched my tonsils and went further, his breath became labored and he raspily whispered , "oh my god, I've never felt anything like this before in my life"which again struck me as strange because he had felt his cock in my throat many times, "... it feels tighter than your pussy and your pussy squeezes so tight it's almost painful at times."
Again he seemed unsure of what to do, so I pushed his body back, pulling his cock out of my mouth and then pulled his body back to me, pushing his cock back into my throat. It struck me as odd, but only for a moment, because he seemed to get back into swing of things very quickly.. His hands found my nipples and breasts-and he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. His intakes of breath let me know he wasn't far from orgasming. I reached up and began playing with his balls and sac and I felt him tense up. I stopped long enough to ask, "What's wrong?"
