Our flight arrived in Malaga six hours late and by the time we rented a car and drove to our hotel, it was well after midnight. I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the Trans-Atlantic odyssey that had begun exactly twenty-four hours earlier. Because I had worked most of the day before taking the evening flight from Boston, I had been awake for almost thirty-six straight hours. My wife, Lauren, wasn't much better off, but she was excited by our first visit to the Costa del Sol and opened the drapes to take in the view.
"Oh, look at that, Bryce," she exclaimed as she took in her first glimpse of the Mediterranean Sea. A full moon reflected off the waters and the twinkling lights of the high-rises further down the coast added to the splendor.
I mumbled an unintelligible response and when Lauren turned from the window, she found that I was already in bed, having not even bothered to remove my shirt and slacks.
"Some romantic second honeymoon," I heard her sigh deeply as she slowly undressed and slid into bed beside me. That was the last thing I remembered of that evening.
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming when I heard the sound of a zipper and felt a warm hand slip through the fly of my shorts and grab my semi-erect cock. I lay still for a few minutes, not wanting to risk spoiling the dream, if that was what it was and also because the hand was now stroking a full erection and it felt good.
"Are you awake?" I heard Lauren whisper and I responded with a long, loud moan as I felt her lips close around the head of my cock. "Ummmmm, yeah Baby. I'm up."
"I can see that," she giggled before sliding her mouth halfway down my shaft.
Fully awake, I opened my eyes and focused on Lauren's face as she slowly sucked my cock. The years had been kind to her, I thought as she smiled and gave me a sexy wink. Although her blonde hair was sporting a few grey strands and there were more wrinkles around her deep blue eyes than I remembered, she was still a knock-out. Three days a week at the gym and one at the day spa had been well worth the money.
"Get over here," I commanded. Lauren had been lying on her side, perpendicular to me while giving me head and she obediently slid her long legs towards me as I moved down the bed towards her. We met in the classic "69" position and as my tongue found her clit, Lauren sighed happily. After a few minutes, Lauren lost her concentration as I introduced first one finger, then another into her wetness, while my tongue continued to toy with her clit. She let my cock slip from her mouth and moaned softly as she felt the first traces of an orgasm begin to build. Taking a cue from her moans, I slipped a third finger into her pussy and increased the speed and force of my tongue until Lauren was thrashing about on the bed. I slid my fingers deeper into her and curled them open and closed, searching for her G-spot. Suddenly Lauren tensed and I knew I had accomplished my mission. Her legs clamped around my head like a vise and I could barely hear her cries of delight as the orgasm broke over her.
As the last vestiges of her climax subsided, I slid off the bed, grabbed her compliant body and hauled her up onto her hands and knees. I stood behind her, admiring the curve of her ass, her swollen cunt lips and the glistening wetness between them. Taking my erection in my hand, I slowly guided it between those wet lips. Lauren moaned as my cockhead parted her labia and slipped inside her. She was surprised at my patience, for normally in this position, I enjoyed ramming my cock deep into her and then pounding away until my climax. Not that she ever complained, for Lauren liked a good hard fuck as much as I did and moaned again as I began thrusting in and out.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked over my shoulder and saw an older, grey haired man standing outside the window. I quickly withdrew my cock and pushed Lauren down onto the bed.
"Get under the covers!" I shouted, as I pulled my pants up from around my ankles. Lauren dove under the covers as I opened the door.
"Yes, can I help you?" I asked.
"Dunno, mate," the man replied with a distinctly British accent. "You lookin' for company?"
"What?.... No, we're not....... Why on earth would you think that?"
"Sorry, mate. The drapes were open and I thought.........Never mind. 'ave a nice day."
I was puzzled as the man tipped his cap and walked off. I closed the door and then the drapes, and returned to the bed.
"Sorry, Hon," Lauren grimaced. "I thought that was our balcony. I was so tired and in the dark I didn't see....."
"Don't worry about it," I shrugged. "What's done is done. But I wonder what I meant by asking if we wanted company."
"Stop wondering, and get over here," Lauren said. "We've got some unfinished business."
I walked back to the bed expecting to start up where we had left off. But to my surprise and eventual delight, Lauren slid off the bed and onto her knees on the floor. Taking my cock, which had softened during the interruption, into her hands she lowered her mouth onto it. I threw my head back as my cock hardened and slid past her lips. Her head bobbed up and down and as I felt the surge in my balls begin to grow, I suspected that this was not going to be one of her teasing blowjobs, where she stopped sucking just before climax and finished me off with her hands. And then, to confirm my suspicion, Lauren placed a finger at the entrance to my ass and gently wiggled it around. I was getting hotter and closer to orgasm, so when she finally slipped her finger into my ass, my come exploded into her waiting mouth.
I was shocked that she kept her mouth around my cock and as she struggled to swallow every bit of my climax, I began to apologize for being so inconsiderate. My apology was answered by a sharp slap to my ass as Lauren licked the last few drops from her lips.
"Stop it I," she scolded mildly. "If I didn't want to give you a proper blowjob, I would have stopped."
"Besides," she said blushing, "I recall doing the same thing on our first honeymoon. Or have you forgotten?"
I pulled her to her feet, and although repulsed by the taste of my come, kissed her passionately.
"I haven't forgotten. I think of it every time I'm having trouble getting hard," I joked. "It works better than Viagra."
We showered together, dressed and went for breakfast.
"Oh shit," Lauren exclaimed, nodding towards a man sitting alone. "Isn't that the guy from this morning?"