The Holiday Finale

We flopped down on the bed and let out an exhausted sigh. It had been a wonderful ten days away on the sun soaked beaches of the tropics. White sands, snorkeling, and spending some time away together was a wonderful break from the daily grind. But finding moments to just be us and enjoy it together were rare as they often are with extended family holidays.

Between the flurry of activities I found myself constantly stealing glances at my beautiful wife. The care free look on her face, the way the sun brought out these adorable freckles on her nose. Watching as she slowly rubbed sunscreen across her shoulders and chest and lay on the soft sand, her gentle curves accentuated by her swimsuit, tempting me and building my desire for a quiet moment with just the two of us.

I fantasised about stealing a moment, finding a quiet secluded beach for the afternoon, just us and a bottle of gin. Lying on the soft sand and talking the afternoon away, being bold and exposing ourselves to the vast beauty of the area and jumping naked into the clear waters feeling completely free and needing nothing but each other.

But we were back, only one more night before going home, back to reality and we lay there trying to just savour the moment of being alone together. We looked out across the city lights, we were 30 stories up and we stood out on the balcony staring at the lights.

"Did you want to find a bottle shop?"

I did, why not. It was the last night of the holidays and we might as well enjoy it by getting drunk and silly. I dutifully headed off and found somewhere to buy some drinks. When I returned back to the hotel room I heard my wife call out from the bathroom. I walked in and the large spa bath was being run. She opened up a bottle from her bag and poured bath oil in. The oil mixed with the water and filled the room with the most intoxicating smell.

She then asked me to get undressed and hop in the bath. As I did she handed me a tall drink and told me to relax. I sat there drinking slowly as she took off her clothes slowly and instead of getting in turned around. She bent over slightly and took out a stick of lipstick and slowly applied it. Through her reflection she smiled, completely naked, beautiful and only wearing bright lipstick.

She slowly eased into the bath and sat across from me, her smooth legs slowly brushing against mine as she took her drink and slowly sipped it. We drank, joked, bathed each other and washed off all our stress as our hungry skin found each-others caressing it lovingly, tenderly and teasingly. We were horrendously drunk and feeling silly but enjoying this playful time together.

The bath oil made her beautiful full breasts shimmer in the soft light. She eased over to me and started kissing me deeply. Held her close and ran my hands down the small of her back. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. She then sat back and started running her feet between my legs. I sat back and moaned as her soft toes made their way up my inner thighs, across my now tightening balls and up the shaft of my now hard cock.

She knew this drove me wild. She sat and seductively sipped her drink and teased my cock with her feet, the red polish on her toe nails playing with my fetish desires, alternating between teasing and pressing her foot down hard on my aching cock. She then came over and looking me in the eye started rubbing me, teasing me and edging me closer. She made her way down between my legs and teased underneath my balls and I arched my back, eager for the please.

As I kept arching and motioning she kept playing, teasing and working her way towards places never ventured. I was too caught up in the pleasure, I hesitated for a moment but the feeling was extraordinary and new.

"Is this ok" she said softly as she teased me.

"Yes" I moaned...

As she stroked me with one hand I felt pressure then a sudden shudder of pleasure wash over me. I looked down and she smiled. She had entered me and was slowly teasing me as she stroked me harder and harder. It was new, strange and different. It felt naughty, taboo and I didn't want it to stop. She stroked and teased slowly then quickened her pace and suddenly hit a spot inside of me that triggered every pleasure receptor setting off wave upon wave of ecstasy as I climaxed. I opened my eyes seeing the surprised look on hers. She kissed me deeply again.

We climbed out of the bathtub, my legs still shaken. We were both flushed with the heat of the bath and our drinks. We walked over to the balcony door and threw it open. We let the cool air of the city envelop us, cooling us and making us feel free. A city of 4 million people below us, and we stood naked on the balcony with reckless abandon feeling free, liberated, naughty and indifferent. I joked that we would be putting on a show for whoever bothered to look up.

The thought was intoxicating. For a moment I imagined others seeing us. Men, women, couples looking at my wife standing naked. Being jealous of me, of us. Wanting her, maybe wanting us. It felt so naughty yet so empowering.

We kissed deeply, with urgency on that balcony. Hands searching, cupping, caressing and yearning for more. I led her inside, curtains still wide open and the cool air flowing into the room, softly pushed her down on the bed and buried my face between her legs. I grabbed her thighs as I licked up and down her soaking wet pussy, tasting every drop of anticipated pleasure. I drove my tongue on her clit and teased it before using the length of my tongue up and down, long strokes of pleasure as she begged for more begging me to go on and suddenly she squealed and her body trembled with pleasure.

I made my way up, kissing her soft belly, her breasts, her neck then deeply on the mouth so she could taste herself on my lips. We caught our breath and looked lovingly into each other's eyes. It was still reasonably early, we were still playfully drunk. We wanted more.