The Getaway

“Here you go, babe. That’s the vintage Chardonnay.”

“Oh, the one we got for Christmas from Charlotte last year? I’ve been dying to try this one.”

Oh, man. It’s so nice here. The smell of saltwater… the sound of the waves...everything feels totally… peaceful. You managed to snag this remote little cottage for us as a surprise for our anniversary. It’s been on my “must-visit” list for ages.

The cottage is always in really high demand thanks to the gorgeous ocean views and the surrounding rocky mountainsides. But somehow, you pulled it off. I guess that makes sense. We’re both so busy with work and the kids. You’re at the news station all hours of the night and I’m at the lab at least eight hours a day. Sometimes more. I hate the days that we only get to see each other alone for a few minutes after the kids go to bed. By then, we’re both exhausted and ready to turn in for the night ourselves.

“Damn, this is good. So grassy. Really citrus-forward. We should remember to get a few bottles of this when we get back home.”

I smile over at you and take a moment just to look. To appreciate you. Your beautiful messy hair, your gorgeous eyes, the way you make me feel...you’re my stunning, amazing wife—and I love you so very much. I’m grateful that we’ve got these four blissful days to ourselves.

If I’m being honest, it’s been a bit hard to keep the romance going with how busy we both are. I know it happens in all long-term relationships, but… I’m just sorry I let it get this to point. I know that I’ve taken you for granted—not on purpose… it’s just… life gets in the way.

“What? What are you staring at?”

“You.”

I lean over and kiss you. Your lips are soft and I can taste the wine on your tongue. I push a fallen strand of hair out of your face. You grin and glance back over at the sea. You seem far more relaxed since we arrived yesterday. It’s been so nice to see you without your phone in hand or glued to your laptop. Sometimes we have a hard time making time for intimacy thanks to all of our other responsibilities. I’m hoping this time alone will change that.

The breeze coming off the sea picks up and molds your loose top to the body I love so much. I fell hard at my first sight of you in a bikini, all those years ago. That round little belly, those wide soft hips, and those thick thighs that certainly saved my life. And your tits! I can never get enough of them.

They were practically spilling out of the cups of your bikini top that day we met on the beach. You’re even more beautiful and sexy to me now than in the beginning. Your body has ripened with the years, and the curvy little princess of my memory has become a voluptuous goddess. I can’t help following you to where you stare out at the waves.

I run my hand along the luscious curve of your hip and then down the delicious round of your ass.

“Mmm. Salt air still turns you on, does it?”

“You know it. Ever since our first kiss.”

I reach out and slide the loose fabric of your coverup away from your shoulder and down your arm. You shiver slightly and goosebumps prickle up on your skin as I trail my fingers along your skin. You’re always so sensitive to the touch. How did I manage to forget that?

You lean against me, your ass rubbing against my hip, and ‘accidentally’ brushing my cock. It could have been innocent… but there’s no such thing with you. I bend to kiss the base of your neck, and you arch into me harder. My cock twitches in my shorts, already interested in the action. But quick one-and-done sex has been our style for far too long.

I want to make this last. I want to caress your body and give you the time and pleasure you deserve. I take your hips in my hands and press you gently away. You turn to me with a pout.

“Patience, my love. We have all the time in the world.”

You stick out your tongue at me and I bend forward, playfully snapping my teeth as though I’m going to bite it. That makes you laugh and dance away from me.

Before I know it, you’re off across the patio and heading down the path to the beach.

“Bet you can’t catch me!”

It’s so good to see you laughing and having fun. I can’t remember the last time you actually teased me or wanted to play a sexy game. I walk casually after you. There’s no need to rush. You don’t really want me to catch you. Not yet, anyway.

Instead, I enjoy the view of your tits and ass bouncing with each step you take down to the sand. Damn, you look gorgeous.

My patience is rewarded when you reach the water’s edge and start to strip. Mmm...fuck yes. I was hoping you would take advantage of the private, secluded beach we’re on. Your shirt flutters to the sand first, revealing your incredible breasts encased in a red retro 50s-style bikini top that’s tied in the center with a knot.

You look like a damn pinup model. You slide your hands over the soft flesh of your abdomen and down to the button of your shorts. I catch my breath as you slowly undo the button and zipper and shimmy out of the shorts. They hit the sand and you kick them away playfully.

The action shows off your magnificent thighs. I’m going to have those legs wrapped around my head later, and the anticipation makes my mouth water. Like the bikini top, the bottoms are held on by knots, these tied high on each hip. You start pulling at one, but I reach you and stop your hand.

“This part is for me…”

I untie each knot slowly… sensually... making sure to brush my fingertips against your skin to make you gasp and sigh.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

The bikini bottoms fall to the sand. I run my palms up your now-bare hips, to the bend of your waist, to the underside of your breasts. I stop there, fingers dancing along the edge of the fabric, teasing you with feather-light touches…

I know if I slid my finger between the folds of your pussy you would already be wet with need. But it’s too soon to head for the main event.

“Please, please, please… ”

I indulge your desires and grasp the ends of the tie between your breasts. You shiver and I can’t help brushing my knuckles against the hardened tips of your nipples.

That’s got you revved up now. You’ll be dripping down your thick thighs in no time. I know my cock is ready and desperate for you—but I’m not ready to stop this fun little game yet. Your bikini top joins the rest of your clothes on the beach, and you grin up at me. It’s the grin of a much-younger woman, free of responsibilities and cares for the first time in far too long. I am so glad we’re doing this.

You dart away from me into the surf, the sun flashing off the waves and glistening on your ocean-dampened skin. I strip my clothes much faster and stride after you.

You’re already out past the breakers when I catch up to you. For a moment, I watch you swimming lazily in the swells. Mmm… you look so damn sexy. But I’m not here to watch.

I swim over and wrap my arms around you, pulling your wet, warm body against mine. I lean down to murmur into your ear.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. You get sexier every day. I should have been telling you, every moment I could.”

I kiss you, hard, and you open for me, sliding your tongue along mine in a sensual caress. Your fingers circle my cock in a firm, well-practiced grip.

Fuck, you are so good at stroking me. You’re too good at this. To make this last, I pull your hand away and lift it to my shoulder. You hold on, and I can get my hands on you instead. I thumb one nipple in the water, delighting at the sounds my action provokes and the way your body shivers in my arms. I slide a finger between the folds of your pussy and you really start to moan.

Fuck you are so wet for me already. I drag your wetness around, all the way up to your clit… you moan louder as I draw tiny little circles around it, just the way you like. I capture your moans with my lips and you melt into my kiss…

I slip my fingers up inside of you and your pussy sucks them in. Oh god, you’re so tight. My fingers glide up inside of you, pumping in and out of your slick, wet entrance. Your breathing hitches. And you get that look in your eye. You’re getting close, aren’t you? It’s time to move this action back to the house.

The walk back to the house is a blur of desire and anticipation. But then you’re finally beneath me on the queen-sized bed and I can devour what is mine. My tongue laps at your pissy lips and I’m so hungry for it, I waste no time sliding my tongue inside you. I taste the mingled flavors of your musk and the salt of the sea.

I play your pussy like a finely-crafted instrument, chasing your sighs and moans with fingers and tongue, pushing your pleasure higher and higher.

I can feel how close you are to cumming as I lap up your juices… I force myself to pull away and climb up your limp and gasping body.

I kiss you deeply so you can taste yourself on my tongue.

“Sounds like someone is enjoying herself.”

You can barely get words out, but the gleam in your eyes and the smile on your lips tells me I’ve done my job well. Good thing we’re not done yet. I stroke my hands up and down your spread thighs, and then grasp my cock, guiding it to where it belongs, buried deeply inside your pussy.

You’re so tight and warm and wet.

I push deeper inside you, feeling your tight muscles clenching against my thick shaft. I wait a moment once I’m fully inside you, staring down into your wide eyes. You smile up at me, and my heart nearly bursts with love for you.

“Oh, fuck!”

I pull out, then plunge back inside. You always like when I take you fast and hard, but I’m not ready for that yet. I move slowly, sliding in and out of you. You lift your hips to meet me, chasing the sensations and the fullness. You love the way it feels to be filled up to the brim with my cock, don’t you baby?

We move together… in sync, our desperate need and desire for each other coming through in each thrust. In and out… in and out.

You feel so good...my pulse races.

I thrust in and out of you… so hard. Kissing you deeply. Scraping my teeth across your neck… biting down to hear you gasp.

I rise up above you, changing the angle of my thrusts. You cry out in pleasure as my body is now brushing your clit while my cock stimulates you from inside.

I thrust deep. You rise up to meet me. Then I pull away, again, and again, and again. Faster… harder…

So deep my hips slam against your ass. I love feeling how desperate you are to cum. You want to come for me, don’t you?

“Oh, fuck. That’s so good. Don’t stop!”

You’re so beautiful right now… eyes gone blind with passion… mouth open in a cry of desperate lust. I keep thrusting, right where you need me.

Cum for me, baby. Come on, come on. I’m going to cum. Fuck!

“I’m cumming!”

I lie on top of you for a moment. You say you like to feel my weight in these moments… you like to feel the closeness… the intimacy.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I manage to slide myself off of you and we cuddle up close. Our bodies are pressed together tightly and it feels so good to have you in my arms like this.

I look into your beautiful eyes. The best decision of my life was marrying you.I lean down to kiss you, and when we separate you’re smiling softly up at me.

“Thank you for getting this place. We really needed this getaway.”

“I know we did. And the best part? We still have three more days.”

“This is so perfect. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Right back at you, big guy.”

You close your eyes and snuggle close to me. How lucky am I that I get to do this with you for the rest of my life?