I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... licking, pumping, and gazing into my eyes. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled away from her, and she briefly showed me the huge mouthful she had gotten from me. She swallowed twice, licked her lips, and swallowed again.

“I think you needed that,” she laughed. Then she stood up and got out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, she began to dry off. I followed her and toweled down quickly.

“Do you want some more wine?” she asked. Without waiting for my answer, she went inside. I followed her into the kitchen and stood behind her, admiring her trim, toned ass as she opened the bottle. When she turned to face me, the bottle in one hand and two fresh glasses in the other, I kissed her.

“Hold onto that stuff,” I said. Then I scooped her up in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a laugh.

“It's my turn,” I replied as I carried her toward the bedroom, “to taste you.”

I must admit, it was a little awkward carrying a naked woman through the house while she held an open bottle of wine and two glasses, but I managed it. After I had laid her down, I took the bottle and glasses and poured us each a small drink of wine.

“A toast?” she asked.

“Sure. To what?”

“My ex-husband and your ex-girlfriend,” she said.

“Why the hell would we drink a toast to them?” I asked, shocked.

“If they hadn't cheated on us, we'd still be with them, and we wouldn't be here together tonight,” she grinned.

“Oh, OK, now that you explain it that way, I get it. Yes, ...

... by all means, let's drink to them,” I said with a laugh. “And, we must drink to Mike, for showing us what was going on.”

I sat on her bed next to her. We sipped our wine in silence for a few minutes. Then Marianne said, “Someone said that living well is the best revenge. To me, that means doing whatever I can to be happy, while trying to make others happy, too. You see, that's what makes me so different from Bob. He tried to be happy, but he didn't give a rat's ass what it did to other people.” Then she laughed out loud. “Can you imagine how he would have felt if he had seen what happened in the hot tub a few minutes ago?”

I took her glass and put it on the nightstand next to mine. “I wonder what Karen would say if she could see what's going to happen next?” I kissed Marianne again, tenderly and softly this time.

“What's going to happen next?” she asked.

“Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I'll think of something.” I lay down on the bed next to her and pulled her against me. We kissed, long and passionately. God, could this woman ever kiss!

As our tongues played, I stroked the tips of my fingers lightly across her nipples, coaxing them to hardness again. Much as she had done to me, I lowered my caressing hand to her stomach at the same time as I began to kiss her breasts. As I expected, she started to moan quietly and to slightly arch her back as though she wanted to get more of her feminine flesh against my mouth.

Her breasts were marvelous – firm, compact, silky ...