I swallowed his cum yesterday morning because he insisted he couldn’t leave the house before I did. It was a necessity and he promised to make it quick.
My husband tore my clothes off so he could gaze at my nude body while he stroked his dick in bed. And just like he said, he cam in less than a minute, pushing my face towards his crotch expecting my mouth to be open and my tongue to be out.
After I swallowed his heaping load, I turned up to kiss him then pulled my clothes back on before running out the door. Our kids were waiting in the car for me to run them to school.
“I love you, my queen. Thank you,” he murmured as I closed the door. He was gone when I got back home.
Yesterday had been a fun day, although not very productive on my part. I was supposed to be editing a video series and making preparations for next week’s photo shoot, but instead I booked a family cruise for the summer. We spoke about it briefly over the dinner the night before, but once I did a little research, I realized the good rooms were going fast despite its departure being five months away. That meant I needed to book quickly.
My husband trusts me completely when it comes to travel planning. He does give me his opinion about where he’d like to go and what he’d like to do. Other than that, the budget, the decision and the reservations are all me. He has at times vetoed a trip I wanted to take for one reason or another, but generally he loves what I plan for our family or at least pretends to like it like the time we took our kids to Disney World.
“Every kid needs to go to Disney,” I insisted after about six months of dating. As you know he and I each brought children into the marriage, and when we met, his kids had never vacationed in Orlando before, in fact, they’d never really vacationed ever.
Despite my husband’s genuine dislike of anything “for kids,” he agreed to go. Our children bonded deeply during the weeklong sugar-laden, line-waiting adventure at Epcot, the Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, and the Studios. They became like siblings. To both of our astonishment, we bonded too as a couple but in a very different way.
Sex at Disney was amazing. That’s just the best way to say it. When we got home I told all of my friends that if Disney World ever asked me to draft an advertising campaign for them, I’d make it a fairytale about the bedroom. It would be the “best place for sex” campaign and would target families with children. He’ll take your Neverland or Come be part of her world or It’s the Mickey Mouse Sex House, Cum inside and It’s fun Inside.
My husband and I actually shared a quaint hotel room with our two youngest boys, but as soon as they fell asleep each night, which they did easily considering all of the excitement and activity of the day, we’d strip down and get it on like wild beasts ripping into fresh meat.
Disney was the first time we discovered my affinity for oral sex in the doggy style position. I know you’re probably going, “Huh? What does that mean?” Let me explain.
Picture me naked in bed on all fours with my back a little arched. Ok, now, instead of my husband coming up behind me to fuck me, he crotches down and licks my pussy. But wait, that’s not all. He then wraps his arms from between my legs to the outside of my hips on either side so he can control my movements. He then concentrates his oral stimulation on my clit and I rock my hips up and down and think about one of my nasty fantasies.
We figured out that if he doesn’t hold my body, I naturally attempt to pull away when I’m climaxing to lessen the sensitivity, but when he get a good grip on me and can hold me in place, the orgasm we grind into is out of this world amazing.
That, my dear readers, was our week at Walt Disney World. My husband, who was still my boyfriend at the time, spent each night after a full day at the park parked between my legs perfecting his oral skills. I, on the other hand, parked myself in doggy style each night after touring our kids around Disney’s wonderland and got transported to another wonderland myself, a destination surprisingly unmentioned on Disney vacation advertisements.
The only downfall of being there with the kids was that I had to severely hold back on hollering when I was cumming. I mean, two of our babies were literally four feet away from the action, and we weren’t hiding under the covers. Orlando is too hot for that business. So I had to take extra precautions to not be loud else we’d have to take our little hump party elsewhere, like the hotel bathroom, which we also did several times.
Since that trip, my husband and I have taken the kids on a fantastic vacation every summer. We’ve hiked the Smoky Mountains, toured the Bahamas, even seen the American Southwest on a two-week RV Trip.
Sex is always an important part of the experience for us. It’s a new place with a new schedule and activities, food and people, and it gives us opportunity to relax more and be creative with our passion. Maybe this is why my husband loves to hear me say “Today I booked our summer vacation. We’re going on a 7-day Caribbean cruise to the Grand Caymans and Jamaica!”
“Sounds great!” He says seemingly unfazed by the lack of input I requested from him before shelling out thousands of dollars on the reservation. “When do we leave?”
“June 30th. Out of New Orleans.”
“Good. I get to fuck you in the Big Easy too.”
I smile. “I guess so, my love. We’ll find a place before we get on the ship.” I swear that’s all that matters to him!
“Sounds like a really fun trip.”