"Come on, are you going to cum?"
Jesus christ. I had just spent thirty minutes licking my wife Beth, and she's giving me hell when it hasn't even been ten minutes of us having sex? Shit, if she maybe would turn over and let me have some bunny time, I'd be a little quicker.
"Yea...I'm getting there."
After 20 years of marriage, the same pattern continues. I get bossed around, told harder, higher, stop, spending whatever time is needed to give you a great oral orgasm. Because Beth doesn't want me masturbating her, and she can't cum during sex. No big deal. I love it. Well, I figured I better say something to keep her quiet.
"Oh...it feels good."
My turn comes, and it is sex on her back with a timer. Lord help me if I ask Beth to turn over. I'd get ten tons of grief, telling me how degrading it is to women. It can't be any less degrading than a man lying between your legs and licking your vagina like a popsicle. I kept up my talk, trying to distract her.
"Oh, you are so sexy..."
Oh, do I dare? I run my hands along the back of her thighs. Just thinking about it makes me throb in her wet, loose vagina. The vagina that was never the same after giving birth. One out of every ten times it is tolerated. If that.
Fuck, why not? We are on vacation. Just maybe. I slide my fingers a little closer, holding her bottom open. Beth's eyes are closed, head turned, showing no indication of concern. Her womanly tits are hanging to the side of her chest, never having fully recovered from nursing years ago. I do love how her areolas did double in size,though.
I can feel the prickly hairs that surround it. Still not a word from her. Slowly. Gently. If she just let me, then my orgasm would be hard and immediate. I lift my finger. I press. I found her poop hole. Oh christ, her body jerked away. It was a bad move.
"What the fuck! Don't touch me there! How many times do I have to tell you it doesn't make me feel comfortable. Play with your own asshole! Leave mine alone! God you are so fucking selfish!"
Beth was practically screaming at me as she rolled over on her side, whipping my penis out of her vagina. Fuck, it was just as well. It is so hard to cum inside of her these days, loose and unresponsive. Unimaginative. Uninterested. Her voice was no longer yelling, but the anger and tone was perfectly audible.
"You just jerk off thinking of some other girls poop hole."
With that, Beth snuggled up to her pillow and left me on my back, naked and erect. Fuck her. She came, I will too. I got up, went to the bathroom, and grabbed her face cream. It was the softest lotion we had. I quietly got back into bed, lubed up, and made myself cum in about three minutes.
As my body jerked, releasing myself onto my stomach, I moaned loud. Beth sensed that I was done, perhaps surprised at my speed. Maybe if she put forth the effort, I'd be equally as quick with her. She let out one final directive.
"I don't want to find a wet spot on my side."
I reached to the side of the bed and picked up her panties that I removed earlier Giving them a brief sniff, I wiped myself clean. One way or another, I was going to cum on her.
I woke up the next morning to Beth knocking on the adjoining door to our hotel room. Our daughter Sarah was tagging along, joining Beth and I in Florida for a late Winter vacation. Beth was a speech pathologist and had a conference in Sarasota. Only because it was Florida did Sarah agree to go. Or maybe is was because she got to skip school. And, with Sarah going, we decided we could make it a fun family trip.
"Sarah. Come on. Wake up! We are going to eat."
Well, I guess we were going to eat. Beth, it seemed, decided she could not make it a fun family trip. It was Monday, the first day of her conference, and we had spent the last two arguing about sunscreen, beach time, bathing suits, when to get up, when to go to bed, all in front of our high school daughter. It was her senior year and I could tell she could not wait for college.
And who could blame her with a mom that hounded her day and night about grades, boys, curfews, rides, calling, texting, posts, and every other way a mom can keep tabs on a daughter. If Beth wasn't careful, this would be one of the last family vacations. Sarah would be going to Northwestern and might never come back. I wish I was so lucky.
"Alright...I'm up..."
Sarah yelled from the other side of the door, clearly still in bed. Who could blame her. It was only 8:00am. Just because Beth had to get up, she expected everyone else to get up. That was life with her. I got the message and hopped into the shower, giving her a light kiss that was smoothly rebuffed. How were we going to last 5 more days in this hotel room?
I got out of the shower and walked into the room wearing a towel. Beth was getting herself ready, dressed perhaps a bit more like a hot secretary than a boring woman who works in the school district. She always had to be the best dressed, best looking woman in the room. I guess that was why I married her.
"Seriously? My face cream?"
Beth had confiscated the bottle that I used last night. Part of me cared, part of me did not.
"Well...I..."
Beth cut me off.
"Spare me."
With a final look in the mirror, Beth opened Sarah's door, yelling.
"I'm getting a table. Meet me downstairs, 10 minutes, no later."
With that, Beth grabbed her bag, adjusted her outfit, and walked out of the room.
Sarah's room was dark. Her shades were still shut tight, and the only light was from the half open bathroom door. I could hear the shower running. My mind paused, wondering how my current, devious thought passed through the filter of acceptable thoughts. Usually, bad ideas were instantly identified and crushed. This idea lingered longer than it should.
"I wonder what she looks like naked..."
What was it, 5 years ago, when she was maybe 13 that I last saw her completely nude. Walking from the shower to her bedroom, mortified as she saw me standing in my bedroom looking for my wallet. She ran to her room, desperate to hide.
Since then, she was all towels. I must say, Sarah had no shyness about wearing them around the house, looking for fresh clothes in the basement, or lounging upstairs as she deliberated on what to wear. I was used to her wet hair, exposed legs, and seductive attire. But, the total package had been out of sight for some time.
Finding myself by her bathroom door was surprisingly erotic. I was aroused, about to spy on a woman, a young girl, naked and wet. She was my daughter, but my sexual fantasies had been fairly crushed during the last 20 years of marriage. Here was one thrown in my lap. I was going to act on it.
God, there she was, behind the clear glass, completely naked. I instinctively opened my towel and massaged my erection. Her breasts were young and large, exposed and unhindered by the confining clothes or bathing suits that her mother would allow.
Sarah had the breasts of a full grown woman on her 18 year old body. They were almost in the shape of a banana, swopping forward with a gradual curve. Her breasts were as wide as they were long, topped with a bulbous nipple that had it's own well defined form. The bulk of a football. They were fantastic.
Her bottom was round and equally developed, a beautiful match for her chest. Similar to her mom, Sarah had dimples at the bottom of her back above a heart shaped butt, hips well defined and with a seductive curve. Her butt cheeks were firm and round, providing a well defined crease along her thighs, joining together along the center and hiding any treasures beneath.
Sarah turned to face me. Her deep blue eyes were open, staring into space. The face of a 14 year old, young and fresh. Lips that were full, skin that was blemish and wrinkle free, a soft pale white flesh, eyebrows that were dark and thin. Eyebrows that made it clear she had reached puberty even though the rest of her face said otherwise.
The sway of her breasts made it difficult to pull my eyes from them, watching the large areolas, almost being hypnotized by them. But the large, heavy bush that was just below Sarah's flat, bleached white skin could not be resisted. It was the bush of innocence.
