Disclaimer: I wrote this for my wife after reading a few stories on here. As a result, it reads as if the wife is the reader. It's a story about a vacation to the east coast(of Canada that is).
FRIDAY
This one starts out with a simple premise, we decide to take a trip for my birthday, just the two of us. You filled me in as the flight was landing that for my birthday my present was you, and that for 24 hours I was completely in charge and could do with you as I pleased. If that meant you serving me sandwiches naked while I'm binge watching Netflix, so be it.
The flight got in on a Friday, my birthday fell on the Sunday before we'd fly back home on Monday. We were going to spend a weekend on the east coast full of seafood, sightseeing, and sexytimes.
We arrive at the bed and breakfast that we'll be spending the weekend at with a bit of time before we need to head out and find supper. Our room is styled with a Victorian theme, solid oak furniture, soft sheets, fresh robes have been laid out and there is a separate steam shower in each suite. I have no clue how you found this place, but I'm already impressed. You set to work unpacking our things, and I start looking at the pamphlets left in the room for restaurants nearby, places to visit, and all the usual fanfare. I find a restaurant that seems to have decent reviews and settle on trying it out tonight. The only thing that's left is to kill a few hours before we head out, we may be deeply married, but we aren't "supper at 4pm married".
You have your eyes set on a walk down the pier, but when I look up to respond I get a glimpse down the sundress you're wearing and I have other things in mind. I make my way over and start kissing at your neck, running my hands down your sides, across your ass, cupping each cheek and getting a good handful. "No, no no, there'll be plenty of time for that later" you say, but I know my wife, sometimes she just likes to be pursued. You try to head for the dresser to put away the last few things, but when you turn away I seize the opportunity to slip my hands across your hips up under the front of your dress. You half-heartedly swat at my hands but they find their way into the waist-band and soon I have your underwear down around your ankles as I begin to rub your clit and work you over. Your hand reaches back to find me, rock hard already, straining up against the front of my jeans, you slide a palm up against the tightening fabric and I can no longer help myself. I bend you further over with one hand as the other frees my cock from its confinement. Your hand reaches around to guide me in, and I'm already riding the edge as the wetness wraps around my shaft. With one hand on each hip, I start with a few slow thrusts, inching my way deeper, giving you time to take me in. Slowly I begin to increase the pace, slamming into you firmly, harder, rocking the dresser, quiet moans escaping as you try to keep from alerting the whole place to your being taken from behind.
It's then that I hear the click of the door handle, it swings open and a well built, athletic looking man waltzes in looking at his phone. Our eyes meet, his face shifts to shock, he glances at the door and excitedly shouts "oh shit, wrong room, my bad, so sorry" and bolts back into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. All we can do is collapse into a heap of laughter. "Maybe let's just go for that walk before dinner" you say, and that's what we do.
Dinner was as you'd expect for an east coast trip. The freshness of the seafood on the menu made it almost incomparable to the "freshly frozen" nonsense we had back home. We walked back from the restaurant along the winding village road up to our B&B. Everything seemed so simple here, so easy to just let go and enjoy time with this beautiful woman that I married. You wanted to try out the steam shower when we got back, me, I just wanted to soak in the scenery, though I'd be lying if I didn't admit to lingering as I watched you slowly undress and climb into the shower. It didn't matter how long we'd been together, I've never been able to keep my eyes off of you, and every part of me was aching to just slide on into the shower and try to resume where we left off earlier. Eventually the voice of reason broke through and I decided to grab my book and hit the balcony to do a bit of reading in the fresh ocean air. To my surprise, as I sat down I heard a voice from behind me.
"Hey, so.. About earlier, I'm sorry mate, I was a bit jet lagged, hope I didn't kill the mood with you and your missus."
I looked back over my should to see the same man who'd accidentally caught a glimpse of me bending my wife over a dresser this afternoon. I rose from my chair and turned to the balcony railing.
" Honestly man, it's no biggie, I'm just used to hotels, hadn't even occurred to me that the door had to be locked again. She didn't mention anything so I guess I'm not in too much trouble." Having a bit more time to see our next door neighbour, I realized he must not be from here at all. Dirty blonde locks, a chiseled Jaw, and based on how the shirt was clinging to him, what I could only assume was mounting evidence of someone who hit the gym on more than one occasion. He seemed young, early to mid 20's, and some mix of Australian and British that my not-so-great with geology brain couldn't quite grasp. "Guessing you aren't from around here either, did you come alone? I'm Nick by the way"
"Shaun, pleased to meet you. And yeah, came over from Bristol, decided to take a gander at things on the other side of the ocean, work my way across from here to Vancouver and then maybe down through the west coast if I have time." He seemed to be warming up a bit now, maybe getting past the embarrassment of earlier.
"Guessing you're here on a honeymoon?"
I had to smile at that one, though I couldn't fault him for the guess with how he'd first seen us. "Not quite, been married ten years now, this is just a trip I'd been promising we'd take for years"
His eyes popped at my reply. "Ten years? That's brilliant man, still going strong too I see, must be one hell of a wife."
"She is, I won't say every day is effortless, but there's nobody I'd rather spend it with. The way I see it, if you want things to work, you either give it your all, or you don't waste your time. Not much room for a middle ground in these things. Doesn't hurt that she's just as crazy as I am."
"Eh man, I can only hope to be where you are at some point. All the boys my age hear is how sex ends when marriage starts, I'll consider myself damned lucky if I'm shagging your wife." He paused for a moment "sorry, that came out wrong, I didnt mean your wife, I meant someone like her. Christ, I'd better get some sleep before you lot send me back across the pond."
I laughed and shook my head to cast off any fear of damage done. "Haha, it's all good, maybe we can resume the discussion after sleep, and more importantly coffee." I took a glance back into the room to catch you strolling across to the bed with nothing but a thong on, that was my queue "And with that, I've got a wife to attend to, goodnight man"
"Cheers"
I slipped back into the room and made my way over to the bed.
"Who were you talking to out there?"
"Oh, just our new friend Shaun, or as you know him, the guy that interrupted our little session earlier"
Your face flushed a little, though I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment, excitement, or a mix of both. "Oh yeah, and what'd he have to say for himself?"
I figured the mood was okay if I bent the story a bit, always worth it if I can get a rise out of you. "Deeply sorry, here on vacation from Bristol, going to cross the country to see the sights, seems he wouldn't mind taking a tour up and down your body either."
"Oh I'm sure, he told you all that did he? Well why don't we invite him over here right now?" Upping the ante, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, a habit of dirty talk we'd gotten quite fond of, I could double down or fold, but we both knew the only people in this room tonight would be the two of us.
"You just wait til Sunday, maybe I'll bring him over then.. Share my wife, we'll both fuck you real good." You try to come up with a witty challenge but before you can I've laid you back on the bed and started removing your underwear. When I'm finished kissing my way up the inside of your legs, I find that you aren't going to need much warming up tonight. As my mouth finds your clit, I slip two fingers inside, they find no resistance, something has you a little more excited than usual, and I'm more than happy to take advantage.
You cum quickly, and I'm not about to slow down as I ditch my boxers and climb up on top. You tear my shirt over my head as I spare no time in sliding myself into your dripping pussy. Your legs are quickly wrapped around my back, pulling me in further, "Oh God, you feel so good, fuck, fuck, fuck me hard" you moan into my ear and I'm instantly losing my mental battle. The excitement hits me in a rush and despite all efforts to hold on, I'm unloading inside of you and we're soon collapsed in a sweaty mess in the sheets. You'd think after all this time I'd be able to control myself, but sometimes in moments like these, the energy and excitement is too much, and all I can do is hold on for dear life. We drift off to sleep, and if I'm being honest here, my dreams get a bit mixed up with all the threesome stories I've read before, let's just say that in dreamland, I did go back and get Shaun, and oh boy did we have a long night.
Saturday
I wake up with the sun and head to find the coffee, you're still naked, spread across the bed, the curve of your backside peeking out from the sheets. I know trying to wake you won't be fruitful, but that's fine, you'll need your rest for Sunday.
The dining area is quiet, I half expect to find Shaun waiting, still recovering from the jet lag, but instead I've got the room to myself. I scan through reviews of pubs on my phone, seems fitting to enjoy the local bar scene on a Saturday. And if we're on the east coast, it's going to be a pub, no question. There are a few nearby, two promising live entertainment every weekend, if all else fails we'll pub crawl until we find a good one.
I finish my coffee and head back upstairs, if I'm lucky I can sneak back into the bed and catch some morning action, but my lucky streak for the trip ends as I find you dressed and waiting for the coffee that I at least had the common sense to bring back.
The day rolls by quickly, we check out a local fishing museum, a market by the harbour, and a fish and chips stand that seems to command quite the following. I think to myself that we'll need to come here again, perhaps even an annual thing.
When it's time for the pub you quickly slip off your jeans and t-shirt and before I can take advantage you've dug out another sundress and we're out the door. We start at a place named O'hares and when we get inside the band has just started up for the night. We snag a booth off to the side of the dance floor and order a couple flights so that we can sample as many beers as quickly as possible. In hindsight, it may have been a better call to start with food, but by the time we've finished the first flight we're buzzing along with the crowd. The next round comes with a couple waters and some finger food to help tame the unintended buzz, this provides some temporary clarity, though I use the moment to hail our waitress and get more beer and a few shots headed our way. It's been a long while since we haven't had to worry about waking people after a night out, and even if we're a bit slow to recover in the morning, I'm convinced I'll somehow have a birthday miracle and escape the punishing hangover that I'm flirting with.
With a few rounds down, I can't help but notice the neckline of your dress. I didn't realize when we left the hotel, but it has a few buttons to open the top and one seems to have come open. I can't see anything scandalous, but there's more than enough cleavage to give me a few ideas. I take a walk to the bar and size up our booth on the way back. It's dimly lit and perched in a way that you can't see under the table at the back unless you were crawling on the floor. I slide back up beside you and get to work. As we sit there sipping away and listening to a song that's either about a Whale or a woman named Gail (it's hard to tell with how rowdy the pub is getting) I place my hand on your knee and start to work it slowly up your leg. As I inch closer to your thigh, I try to work the dress up with it, I'm having moderate success when you reach your hand down to cover mine.
"What exactly is your plan there soldier?" you ask with a smirk.
