Staycation

At first, the strictures of the lockdown were fairly easy. The weather was warm, and there were lots of things to do and people to see (outside, masked of course) and, after all, we were best friends, lovers, easy in a three-year marriage. 

The second wave of the pandemic was a different story. Our house wasn’t big enough to allow us to get away from each other. Privacy became a precious commodity. Sex became... difficult. I decided that I wanted a sex toy. I had never used one and I thought it would be fun, so I ordered several different items from a website. I’d never been on any sites like that before, and I was very turned on, particularly by the reviews of the toys. Some of them were probably fantasy but—wow! One described how this man’s wife had worn a vibe with a remote control to a Lifestyle Club, and her husband had let several men at their table control it while she orgasmed on the dance floor, then dragged the guy who had the controller, and her husband, to a playroom, and fucked them both. Totally made me wet.

The first toy I ordered was a glass dildo with bumps all along its shaft. I chose it because it was pretty. That may not have been the best criterion. Not enough like the real thing, perhaps? Next, I ordered a tiny vibrator that I could wear on my thumb. It was instantly arousing. I came hard and squirted for the first time in my life. I was very pleased with myself. 

A week later, I ordered a combination vibrator and clit sucker. It was amazing. I thrashed and groaned and almost passed out. I had a marvelous sense of calm and peace after I came. I thought it might replace my husband entirely, but damn, I missed his body and the warmth of having sex with him. 

I started watching porn. It didn’t really turn me on, but I was fascinated by it. It normalized things in a way—if you see something enough times, it loses its allure. 

I used the toys when he went out. He didn’t go out enough. I ordered more.

We grew more and more uneasy with each other, resentment replaced the calm and loving relationship we had previously. We took turns sleeping on the couch.

One day I had a great idea. Several nice hotels nearby were open for business, so I decided I would check in to one and give my guy a break from me. I made a reservation for the next weekend and told him what I’d done. He protested a bit, but I saw his eyes and they looked relieved.

The next Friday, I checked into a boutique hotel downtown. It had once been an asylum for the insane and had great dark, gothic towers and beautiful, park-like grounds. The interior had long curving corridors connecting to high ceilinged rooms with tall windows. It felt luxurious. I felt daring. 

After checking in, I had a long hot bath and used my fingers to make myself come. I took a nap and decided to mask up and go to the bar.

The bar was mostly empty but that was alright as I wasn’t looking for company. I was reading news on my phone when I sensed someone standing in front of me. I looked up and was surprised to see an incredibly hot man looking at me. He was masked but his eyes were smiley. There was not a lot of flirting during the pandemic and I missed that. He asked me if I wanted another drink and I said yes. 

He came and sat across from me, putting our drinks on the tiny table and removing his mask. He had a great mouth. Full lips and a slightly lopsided grin. I was very interested in where this could go.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that.” 

“Not at all,” I said. “You’re very handsome.”

We laughed and flirted. By the time the drinks were consumed, we were already playing footsie under the table. Another round had us sitting side by side and doing some heavy petting. We had remarkable sexual tension. 

I was ready and willing for the next stage and he knew it. He pulled me up to my feet and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth. His hands brushed against my breasts. I was flustered, but sure. 

“Your room or mine?” he asked.

“Mine,” I answered, easily.

The corridors seemed endless, but we finally made it to my room. As soon as the door was shut, he swooped me up and put me down on the bed. He went straight to kissing me, grasping my breasts and my ass. His hand reached up my skirt and inside my thong to stroke my pussy, clit to asshole, over and over. His long fingers pinched and rubbed me and then entered me. I was so turned on that I could barely breathe. 

When he withdrew his fingers, I sat up, took off my skirt and thong, then undid his belt and his zipper in a flurry. I pulled his jeans down and literally pounced on his cock. It was lovely and thick, and I devoured it, sucking and licking and pushing it as far down my throat as I could until I was choking and gasping. 

“Easy, girl, don’t go so fast. We have all night!” he purred. I took a deep breath and lay back on the bed. He took off his jeans and his shirt and pulled my top up above my breasts, slowly, teasingly. He sucked my nipples until I thought I would go mad with the need to come.

“Please? Please let me come?” I was begging him. He obviously liked that I was begging. 

“Slow down, beauty.” 

I liked his calm control, but I was writhing and incoherent. It had been a long dry spell.

He sat up and gathered me into his arms and hugged me as my breath became slower. I relaxed into him. 

“I will make you come when it’s time. And there will be many, many times tonight.” I smiled at the directness of his communication.

He got up and poured a glass of water and made me drink it. It was a loving gesture, and made me feel even more submissive. 

“I want to fuck you” he said, laying me down on my tummy and lifting my hips so I was kneeling in front of him with my arms out in front of me. He saw the bottle of lube on the bedside table and he squirted some on my ass. It trickled down my crack. I shivered with anticipation as he slid his cock up and down the seam. He carefully inserted his thick cock into my pussy, and I sighed with delight. He started slowly, almost gently, then increased both the speed and the hardness of the thrusts until it felt harder than I had ever been fucked. 

He played with my asshole, rubbing it and inserting a finger alternatively as he fucked my pussy. I screamed as I came. He held me tightly and stroked my hair.

He was not ready to come yet, obviously. When I had recovered from my orgasm, I firmly pushed him down on the bed and took his cock in my mouth again. It tasted of my juices and I licked and sucked until he moaned and pulled it out of my mouth. He sat me on his lap and entered me, wrapping my legs around him. Then he bounced me up and down on his cock. Another orgasm rippled through me and I gasped at the intensity.

“I want to be in your ass. Are you comfortable with that?” he asked, careful to get consent.

“Yes, please. Very comfortable. Oh god, oh god. Please?”

He gently withdrew from my dripping pussy, turned me around and very slowly inserted himself into my ass. He took a handful of my hair and wound it around his fist. He used his fingers to stroke and pinch my clit and then pushed his fingers into my cunt. I came again, sobbing and moaning. He gathered me into his arms and onto his lap again and held me tightly while I regained my composure. 

The hotel had left a complimentary bottle of wine in the room for me. When I was steady, I poured two glasses and we sat on the bed and drank, talking and laughing. He looked at me over his glass and asked if I would like him to eat me. Insatiably, I said, “I would like that very much.” I was ready to explode at the idea.

I laid back on the bed and he knelt on the floor. He placed my feet on the edge of the bed, spread my legs open and put his fingers in the small amount of white wine in his glass and rubbed it into my pussy. Then he put his lips around my swollen clit and sucked. I totally lost it. My body went into spasms and I squirted all over his face.

He still hadn’t come, and I was beginning to feel bad about it. 

“Please, may I make you come now?” I asked, pouting.

“Yes, I think it’s time, don’t you?” he said. “I would like to come in your mouth.”

I sucked him in and fondled his balls, feeling them grow tighter and tighter. Then I pinched his nipples until he came with a roar. 

We rested and cuddled for a bit. I felt the last few months’ tension float from my conscience. This was so far from my usual sexual experiences I barely recognized myself. He got up and began putting on his clothes.

“I’m going to leave you now. You need a good night’s sleep. Shall we meet again tomorrow night? Same place?”

“Oh god, yes please,” I whispered, sleepy and grateful.

“This was a wonderful idea of yours. Maybe you should move in here permanently!” He smiled.

I giggled, and kissed my husband goodnight.

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