They were absolutely and completely in love. They had been for 33 of their living years. They connected in high school, and now at age 50, they couldn’t imagine life before they were together.
Sex was best on vacation, and precisely because of this, vacation was his favorite thing to do, well, other than his wife. For her part, for years, her friends had correctly sized her up as the world’s most expensive lay. He didn’t care, he loved to travel, he adored her, he worshipped her body and her beautiful tight pussy.
And did they travel! Beaches in the South Pacific, the Med, the Indian Ocean, Thailand, Mexico, the Caribbean. Truly, there was nowhere he would not take her.
Travel became a release, both literally and figuratively. He liked to think that they both felt this way, though he knew it was he who really thought about it- gamed out opportunities – created scenarios. The recipe was simple enough. Produce a nice trip, buy some fantastic lingerie or if the destination was a beach, swimwear, or perhaps a great dress and enjoy!
Over the years his love for her only grew. Her love for him did too. As a milestone birthday for him approached his only ask was a book of photos of her taken over the years in destinations around the world, in various states of dress and sometimes, in the throes of an orgasmic journey. Pictures were always – well, almost always, taken in good taste.
And so, the hope is this series of one couple’s global exploits will be entertaining, arousing, and with a little luck, encouraging you to see the world while always giving everything you have, particularly when it comes to pleasing your partner.
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Rome, the eternal city, what a site. They had arrived on a Tuesday, and as was their way when traveling east, they had passed out in the hotel and slept long enough to overcome the jet lag.
The weather was warm by day, and the evenings sultry. They would see the sites, shop, and then freshen up for dinner. As they moved about Rome in late September, she typically wore cute little sun dresses. They weren’t designed to be especially sexy, but they had a certain girl next door vibe that he just loved.
Their hotel felt like it was a hundred-and-fifty-year-old building. Great hardwood floor, rich fabric covered walls, and huge windows that looked out over the Spanish Steps.
That evening, after dinner they had a fantastic time at the bar in Hotel Hassler at the top of the steps. She looked elegant, wearing a silk dress with a great halter, low back and flared skirt that fell several inches short of the knee. The navy dress had been perfect for the blue heels that they found earlier that day. With just the right amount of sparkle, the heels elongated her fabulous legs and just created a stunning visual.
As dinner progressed her left shoe came off, and her foot found its way from his knee, up his thigh, until the ball of her foot was resting squarely on his balls. Her eyes were alight as she held up her glass of pink champagne and toasted to a great day, and the night that was to come. As he looked at her. he was in awe. The silk hung gloriously, outlining her flawless 32Ds. As the evening wore on, the temperature was still warm, but from time to time the cool air in the bar would lead to a noticeable firming of her nipples. The halter didn’t really allow for a typical bra, and when on vacation she was a bit more uninhibited – if a little nip showed through the dress, so much the better. It was good to feel alive!
As he felt her foot exploring his crotch, he rewarded the effort with a growing erection. His mind wandered towards what he might find beneath that dress. The drape was such that whatever panties she was wearing just couldn’t be much. He couldn’t wait to explore,
They finished the bottle of Veuve and begin the process of closing out the check. The walk back to the hotel would be short. The biggest challenge would be tackling the Spanish steps in their modestly buzzed state.
And so, as the clock approached 11:00 they strode out of the bar. They walked slowly, with her draped nicely across his arm. About one-fifth of the way down the steps, they stopped by a large flowerpot. He lifted her onto the stone rail beside the pot. She spread her legs and pulled him close. In that moment he saw her beautiful, waxed pussy, slick as a button, glistening in the lights of the steps. His view was too brief for his liking, but as she pulled him close, he was rewarded with a kiss that can only be described as perfect. Her tongue, soft yet firm, gently danced with his. Her hands wrapped around the side of his head. His hands were resting on her tiny waist, with his pinkie finger resting on the fabulous top of her ass.
The kiss rolled on. Her hands slid down his chest, past his belt, and slid over his erection. His hands moved up and found her free, silk shrouded tits. As he flicked her nipples lightly, he was rewarded with a soft moan; all the while the kiss continued. He desperately wanted to lick his index and middle fingers and push them all the way home in her beautiful pussy, right there on the steps, but there were a good many people around, and the skies were beginning to look like rain was likely. He again dropped his hands to her glorious ass, lifted her and set her back down on her feet. Once he was done, he not so subtlety told her that she was going to come very, very soon. To his great anticipation and satisfaction, she said, “Maybe I want to make you come first!”
He absolutely was enthralled by her when she played along. He loved his beautiful, provocative – and when she wanted to be – dirty little wife.
They slowly made their way back across the square, passing high end shops. They made a point to flag those as places to visit tomorrow. His favorite thing was to shop with her while on vacation. She could be more easily convinced to accept that nice bag, a dress, top or jewelry on vacation. He was most eager to drop into LaPerla and for what he hoped would include a nice time in the dressing room. as she thoroughly showed him a series of beautiful silk and lace pieces that he could inspect for fit and feel.
But for now, with each step his hand slid further down her open back, until it finally rested on her silk wrapped ass. As they approached the hotel, the skies began to open with a sprinkle to start, and then a crack of thunder signaled the heavier stuff was incoming. He was eager to get her back to the room. As they glided across the hotel lobby and approached the elevator, he was practically giddy with anticipation. Her eyes were wide and looking at him with a deep desire.
He kept a hand on her ass while pressing the button to take them to a higher floor. The doors opened, and they paused while another couple stepped out of the elevator. Once inside, he pressed the button to take them to the third floor, then pulled her in close and begin to kiss her again. Her tits were pressed tightly against his chest, his hands were cupping her amazing ass, and his erection was throbbing as the door opened on the third floor.
Their lips gently separated as they slid out of the elevator and pressed their room key into the door and entered the room. The room was dark but for the light coming from the street below. The rain was coming down hard now too. They made their way across the room, stopping to turn on a bedside lamp. They stood in front of the window and watched passersby scurry through the deluge. The sound of the rain overwhelmed the typical sounds of the city.
His hands were exploring her sublime figure. She stood in front of him facing away from him, while facing the window as she wrapped her hands backwards around his head. He kissed her neck and slid his hands across her tight little abdomen until he was gliding across the top of her beautiful pussy. She had a tight little landing strip but was otherwise slick as a button. He raised the silk dress and let his finger gently brush across the glistening beauty of her sex. She let out a moan and arched her back into him while bringing his mouth to her for another deep kiss.
While there would be no lingerie to remove this evening, he was overjoyed at the ease of access, and the beautiful interplay between her flesh and the beautiful blue silk dress.
He spun her around and sat her down in the velvet armchair beside the window. Out of sight from the people below, she planted her high heels in a wide stance and slid her fine ass to the edge of the chair. He dropped to his knees and licked his lips as he leaned in, pulled up her dress, and set about devouring his all-time favorite dessert.
The start was slow; he softly and gently traced the silky-smooth lips of her sex. She ran her hands through his hair and moaned softly as he slowly progressed from the labia to the clit and slowly added to her wetness. Slowly he circled the clit, pushing it in a soft, circular motion. She was quiet, though her occasional adjustment of her hips told him that they were establishing the appropriate rhythm. Occasionally he would work his head to the side and take her entire clitoris into his mouth, with his lips applying pressure on all sides, and with his tongue softly flicking the clit, then tracing it from side to side. Her moans became more pronounced as she implored him not to stop.
He slid his right hand up her silk adorned body, pausing to feel the beauty of her nipple, before sliding two fingers into her mouth. She slowly and deliberately took them into her mouth and sucked them. Pushing them in and out of her mouth, she said, “Finger me!”
His fingers immediately slid to the top of her pussy, and in one smooth motion, he slid them down to the opening and slowly but surely, he applied pressure, enabling their entrance. He continued to make an absolute meal out of her clit and labia. At one knuckle she let out a moan, at the second she simply said yes, and when he bottomed out, she moaned out, “It feels so good. Don’t stop!”
He began to gently tease her G-spot through the “come-here” motion with both fingers. While she moaned louder, the rain outside continued. She began to be more forceful, grinding her hips into his fingers and mouth. He was in heaven and was simply in ecstasy as he provided her with pleasure. As he continued, and as her satisfaction mounted, he found himself wishing it could go on and on, a gentle ramp to the orgasm that they both knew to be imminent.
She had always had the ability to orgasm. They were both thankful for that fact. Hers were something to behold. She would be loud, at times losing control of her body as she writhed – connected and held in place by the combination of his mouth on her clit, his fingers buried deep within her, and his left hand and forearm under her amazing ass, gripping her left ass cheek in his hand. It was a formidable combination that made pulling away a challenge. What’s more, as her orgasm mounted, he would strengthen his grip, all in hopes of delivering as pleasing a result as possible. He lived for the power of her response and wanted to be well positioned to deliver. Taken together, she commonly delivered responses on par with Meg Ryan’s famous example from When Harry Met Sally. She had never squirted, per se, but he relished the taste that came along with her orgasm. It was a tangy, slightly acidic response. And only after he got it did he know his was a job done, and done well.
It was not true that she was on the edge yet, but they both knew where the destination would be. Partly because theirs was a selfless relationship, there was the joy that came with knowing they could be virtuous, focusing on each other’s pleasure, and that virtue would be its own reward, a virtuous circle of pleasure given and pleasure received.
As he continued to work on building her towards a crescendo of pleasure, she said, “I think it is my turn to give a little bit.”
He replied, “You already are!”
She said, “Fine, take another minute or two on me, but I want you in my mouth, and I don’t want to move.”
So, he continued to just ravish her beautiful pussy, and as he did so, he could feel his erection grow even harder, knowing that soon her tongue would be dancing across his head and fully engaging his shaft while her fingers would go to work on his balls.
So, he gently removed his fingers from her hot little cunt, but not wanting to stop, he slid them into a “V” and used them to spread her lips. She moaned a loud “oh” as he made sure all the folds felt his lips and tongue. He gently continued to lick and kiss and suck her clit, slowing his strokes as he did so until finally, he was stopped, still holding her in his mouth and maintaining pressure with his tongue – but no further motion.
Never one to not follow instructions, he pushed off his knees on the floor and put each knee on each of the arms of the chair. With his hands on the top of the seat, he sat waiting for her to take control. The wait was brief. She looked up at him with her big beautiful brown eyes and reached her hands to his thighs. With soft and gentle strokes, she moved higher until the backs of her hands were pressed to his scrotum. The cool touch of her hands was amazing.
Quickly she twisted her hands so that they fully held his balls. Her index and middle fingers stretched across his scrotum to his taint, and her thumbs were at the base of the shaft. Her firm pressure was a relief and as she pulled her hands back towards his tip, the tips of her fingernails grazed his balls. She repeated this motion several times. He couldn’t verbalize his satisfaction, his gratitude, and his delight, but she didn’t need his words to know that she was in complete control. Still, his guttural groan came from deep within.
He was, she couldn’t help but think, going to blow his load way early. He was so hard, his balls were so tightly retracted. For better or worse, he had the benefit of 20 minutes of sexual sensory overload. He had felt all her feminine frame, and he had enjoyed staring at her gorgeous body, still partially shrouded in silk, albeit in a most tellingly disheveled way. He had enjoyed the eroticism of her foot teasing his cock through drinks at the bar. He was primed, and she knew it.
As he reveled in her attention, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. She had perfumed it for him – a dab of perfume that he could still smell on her flawless landing strip. Her scents were all over him. Her juices were a perfume worn on his upper lip, nose and fingers. Her good taste was omnipresent in all ways. Her style was on full display – her natural gifts flawless, as was that dress and the amazing heels. Better still, her taste, much like her scent, was etched in his brain, and her residual was still on his tongue. She had a gift for giving an audible show that, he was convinced, on a standalone basis, could drive him to orgasm, just based on the clear path that her noises portrayed on their mutual journey to sexual satisfaction.
But tonight, he did have staying power. She knew the signs, and she knew he wasn’t there yet. So, she was all-in. In what was a mind-blowing escalation, she grabbed the lube from the side table, filled her left hand, and then simultaneously plunged her mouth around his cock while sliding her index and middle fingers into his ass. She was an absolute pleasure machine.
This time, he could find the words, and as he uttered, “Fuck yes, this feels so good,” she began to massage his balls in a circular motion with her right hand while her left, with a thumb on the taint and two fingers tipping his prostate, was driving him wild. Her luscious lips and tongue worked over his cock as he reached his left hand down and gently kneaded her right tit. Her nipple grew firm and she moaned onto his cock; that too only added to the eroticism of the moment. With his right hand he gently held her beautiful head as she gave what felt like it could have been a master class in how to pleasure a man.
As he sat straddling her, he looked out the open window. The rain had subsided, though the imagery of the moment was still just so erotic. He continued to work her face, or was she working his dick? Whatever, the feelings were simply perfect, but he had an idea, and he blurted out that he needed to fuck her.
It took all the discipline he could muster to pull back from her mouth. In so doing he got an inquisitive look from her. Mostly, she was stunned he would pull out. He reached for her hand, and she gave it to him, happily. He pulled her to her feet, then took a moment to kiss her deeply. Her silk dress covered her beautiful, perfectly shaped ass, and for the moment it meant her beautiful pussy was covered too. The dress was untied at her neck, so her flawless breasts were still on prominent display even though the dress folded over and clung to her tiny waist. The windowsill was slightly taller than his waist. He turned her so that she was looking out the window. He put her hands on the windowsill. She spread her high heels, so they were nice and wide, well beyond a shoulder’s width. Doing so lowered her torso a bit relative to the window, and her arms rested comfortably on the windowsill.
She looked out onto the street below. He stood behind her and pressed his well lubricated cock onto her glistening opening. Her warmth felt perfect on his bulbous head. She then pushed her ass out a bit more, and with her heels on, the height was perfect. He pressed further, and soon her sex had swallowed all he had to give. He groaned that she felt amazing, that the visual was perfect. Here they were sexually as one, overlooking a rain-soaked street on a sultry evening in the eternal city. Could it get any better? He didn’t think so.
He pushed her silk dress high on her back and began to slowly and gently make love to her. They both looked out on the street below, and he could see everything she could see, though he preferred to watch his penis gliding in and out of her precious opening. He licked his fingers and began to softly play with her clitoris. She gave positive feedback as his balls would bump into his fingers and her beautiful pussy.
The rhythm built, and soon she was moaning, she could feel his cock twitching, and she could hear him building towards what was an inevitable orgasm. She knew that while his dick was filling for her, and while his hand was doing a nice job on her clit, she wasn’t going to come while getting fucked from behind. But she knew it was his favorite, so she played it up.
She began to roll her hips and moan a bit louder. He couldn’t resist the perfection of the moment. He asked her how she wanted to come and she said, “I want your tongue.”
He was overjoyed at the prospect of feasting on her once again. The ability to give her pleasure so softly and erotically- he just loved it. He would push on though, because he had a load to shoot, and it was very close. She pushed back and made combinations of the letter C and 0 with her hips until he was on the brink. He could feel his balls tense and his cock twitch. Immediately he pulled out; within two strokes he was coming on the small of her back. As the cum landed on her back he was busy groaning and uttering a thank you to her.
She stood still for a moment, and he wiped her back with a towel. It was only then that he realized that his orgasm was not entirely visible to the people on the street below, but it probably didn’t take a lot of imagination to discern what was happening if anyone cared. He was not bothered and was thankful for the opportunity to find sexual release in such a perfect setting. As happy as he was to have orgasmed, he was thrilled with the task at hand: he needed to eat his wife out in the slowest, sexiest and most deliberate way possible. He walked her to the bed, pulled down the covers and then she stepped out of her dress as he laid her in the bed, after carefully placing a pillow folded under her hips.
She willingly took on something of a butterfly position with wide legs, and he admired her absolutely perfect pussy. Her opening was still gaping a bit from the sex, and she just looked flawless.
He slowly and very softly made contact with her clit. He then slid to the lips. Working to get everything nice and slick, he oozed his saliva across her fantastically accessible sex. She moaned as he began to tease her opening with his tongue. Given the gaping, he was easily able to penetrate her deeply with his tongue. She encouraged him, asking him to tease it softly, so he pulled his tongue out of her opening and began to softly flick her clit in a circular motion.
He could feel her making her own progress. First, it was the grinding of her hips into his face. Then he could taste her juices as her body began to prepare for more friction by producing her natural lube. She moaned loudly now, so loud that he was sure anyone outside could hear her. He loved that too. No shame here, he was 100% focused on giving the love of his life the primal sexual satisfaction that she needed, and he would do it exactly as she wanted it.
Slowly building, he paused to suck on her nipples. He took a minute to passionately kiss her, and then he added as many fingers as she wanted, while continuing to make a meal out of her. By now her pussy smelled of its perfumed starting point, coupled with the slight spa like scent of the lube, along with her natural mixture of lube and her own precum. He wouldn’t trade that smell for anything.
Her hips kept moving, and her breathing became more labored, as if she was running a 5K. His heart was racing as he focused intently on keeping the crescendo intact. She put both hands on his head and moaned for him not to stop, to keep it right there.
He kept his mouth on task and slid two fingers deep into her opening. Immediately he went to work on her G-spot, and almost immediately she began to spasm. Uninhibited, she screamed, “Yes, yes, yes!” This time there was no doubt that anyone outside, as well as the next-door neighbors would hear, but he was delighted to oblige her and carry on as long as she would let him.
The orgasm continued to build. He would ease off her clit, only to reengage. She began to flail on the bed, and he did his best to hold her steady, while keeping her fine ass planted firmly on the pillow. As it rolled on, he felt a surge of her wetness on his face. He lapped it up and kept working her labia and clitoris. His fingers were still buried in her, but he was no longer moving them. She pushed down onto his face forcefully, as if for the last hurrah. As she yelled yes, he sucked her clit into his mouth and softly teased it with his tongue. She let out a wild roar of a groan and rode the last wave of the orgasm to completion. She pulled herself up the bed and made a ball – gently rocking back and forth, and saying it was so good, it was so good.
He was so pleased. She was so pleased. Both had given; both had received. Her delicate pussy was well cared for – it had been eaten, fingered, licked, filled and fucked. His dick had been fondled, fucked, swallowed and sucked.
Yet again travel had proven to be a beautiful time in their relationship. He couldn’t wait for their next trip.