10th Anniversary

In the morning we brought the children to my parents. They had offered to take Bob, Birgit and Debbie over the weekend. We should treat ourselves to a weekend together, once without the children. So we had booked a room in a small castle hotel about 280 km from where we lived.

Years ago we discovered this hotel and wished we could live there one day. But with a family, then two children, it had been simply too expensive for us and, to be honest, too posh to let our lively children romp around there.

In the meantime a few years had passed and Debbie had been there for a year and a half. For the foreseeable future, only one holiday in a family complex was possible with our happy group of children. So we were delighted when grandma and grandpa offered to take the children over the weekend. Grandpa wanted to build a bird house with Bob in his workshop shed, and the almost 10-year-old was really looking forward to it.

Birgit was always excited when I went to my parents' house, because Grandma had a well-kept doll's house from her childhood in a large closet on the floor that she was allowed to play with. And Debbie, we knew, wouldn't get bored in Grandma's little vegetable garden. So the children were well taken care of.

My wife had packed a small suitcase for the trip. When I suggested why it was so little, she said: "For two days..." and reminded me that this time she had only packed for two people, we didn't have to take diapers with us and the rubber dinghy stayed at home. Oh yes! Our luggage almost got lost in the hold of our new station wagon.

We had the new car for four weeks. Grandma and Grandpa had added a lot, "so that the family fits in well". You yourself were with us at the time, we were also 3 children at home, traveling with an ancient Beetle with a luggage bridge. Sometimes even a suitcase was sent by post to our holiday address.

Of course, we never actually needed that much luggage, since we kids walked around in the same jeans and a few spare T-shirts the whole time. But mothers are like that...

I closed the loading hatch. My wife locked the front door and walked down the front yard path. Her white T-shirt and light, baggy skirt shone in the bright early morning sun, and I noticed to my delight that she wasn't wearing a bra.

I like loose breasts that show through a tight t-shirt, even if, like my wife's, they sag a bit. So she got into the car with me. "Well then..." I said and started the engine.

After a short time we reached the Autobahn. The new car was just broken in and ran beautifully. The road holding was also excellent, apparently the designers had come up with something in recent years.

And first of all the noise level... it was always catastrophic with our old family carriage and even if the children were there, it still had to be drowned out by the children's cassettes.... We loved it. "Shall we try turning on the radio?" my wife asked, turning it on. In fact, even classical music could still be heard to some extent at this highway speed.

My wife leaned back.

We enjoyed the quiet. No one croaked on the back seat, no one complained about the seat belts getting stuck... My wife looked back at the empty child seats: "It's quite unusual..." "Yes," I said, "but it's only for a short time. And try to enjoy it once. You need a vacation too!” “Yes, …” she breathed quietly and slowly. "Don't rush like that!" she said after a while into the silence between us.

"Yes, yes..." I thought, because that's what she always says.

Gritting my teeth inwardly, I slowed down a bit. According to the papers, the car should do 210 things, so the 180 km/h were by no means everything. It's a shame, I really would have liked to try it. But maybe later... She looked over at me, smiling mischievously.

She pushed her lap slightly forward on the seat, pulled up her skirt and parted her thighs wide. With a quick sideways glance, I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties today either. She slid her palm sensually over her pubic area.

"You're driving!" she said, grabbed my hand that I had placed on her bare thigh and led her back to the steering wheel. "And don't rush like that..." she repeated what she had already said before, "otherwise I can't relax at all and have to stop." Of course I didn't want that! When do you ever have the pleasure of having such a horny passenger in the car next to you? I steered into the right lane. She kept rubbing her pussy and looked at me languidly: "I'm looking forward to seeing you!" I slowed down and looked over at her longer and longer.

“I think I have to stop, otherwise we'll never get there. Possibly one of us will hit the back of us,” she urged me a bit on her part. In fact, I've never driven so slowly on an almost empty freeway.

Yes my wife! – Despite the three children, she had never lost her horniness. Sure, we had gotten a bit older in the meantime, but we still felt ready for a spontaneous fuck at any time.

But because of the children, spontaneity had become rarer due to a lack of opportunities. She always knew how to tie me to her. And I even liked being tied up by her….But…..? Well,… and I drove a little faster now. It was a long time ago, but I still remember: what was her name..? Oh yes! Claudia! She was also married at the time and, like me, also had a son. We were on one of those business trips where you're so bored hanging around in the evenings.

So we hung out at the hotel bar, got closer, the alcohol was so disinhibiting, and finally we were very close, too close! We ended up munching on the forbidden fruit in her bed and eventually lost in bliss.

We worked together in the same company for three more years and yet it had remained the only "slip" between us, although, as she whispered to me upon her departure from the company, she still felt a little tingling whenever I was near her was. But I also had to admit to her that it was the same with me. Well, it wasn't the same as it was in the first week after that, when I was standing in front of her and could only inadequately hide my erect boner from her. At her farewell party, we both secretly joked about it.

She is said to have had another baby last year. That's what someone in the company had said... And then the second but last affair, again on a business trip.

The hooker in this small town whorehouse…. This extremely shameless topless waitress allowed himself to be groped at the table in an unabashedly horny way. Man ....

She was cool!!! But then, when she had the hundred, she was disappointing: in the Separ she then milked my boner with impressively skilful movements of her cunt, but extremely routinely, quickly and emotionlessly. Well, twice in ten years! If only half of what my colleagues told me about their trips was true... I was definitely a model boy. But my wife had always taken great care of me. Most of the time she called me at the hotel and described to me in the most beautiful illustrations how she was going to do it herself. And then she whispered to me, "Do it with me. Jerk off and dream of squirting your juice on my pussy. I have opened the column very wide and am waiting for your juice. I want to rub my pearl with your slippery juice..." And while I was cumming, she also let it come to her.

And then I mostly sat empty waxed afterwards at the hotel bar, where from time to time some hookers tried in vain for me. Around noon we reached our destination. We could move into the room from around 2 p.m., while we could go out onto the terrace.

Would we like to have something for lunch? We wanted to! We went through the hotel lobby to the sun terrace, where there were chairs and nicely laid tables from the hotel restaurant. Now at lunchtime the terrace of the restaurant was well frequented.

We walked through the rows of tables to an empty table. At every table we passed the men looked up. Bluntly when they were alone - furtively when they were accompanied by women.

Even when we were already seated at the table, it seemed like eyes were still on her. She obviously enjoyed the lustful looks of the other men. Yeah, how long has it been since she was the last erotic center? With three lively children, a woman certainly isn't. You tend to look at the kids fooling around, make fun of them here, or be happy there... depending on your personal attitude and temperament.

But the mother? Yes, is a mother even gendered? Most people seem to have forgotten that fucking is actually the decisive basis for having children. And that a mother could be a horny bundle of erotica... how absurd!!! But today she was something else: not a mother! A tart, - maybe also the mistress of this gentleman, of mine, here at the table, who perhaps wanted to spend a few nice days away from his family. Or was she even a whore who had picked up this customer and who would endure her this weekend??? We chose our food and ordered.

Before the drinks came, my wife had to go the long way to the toilet…. Again, almost lustful looks follow her from the corners of the men's eyes. If they had also known that there was also a pussy floating past her table, bare under her skirt..! When she came back a short time, I could see her from the point of view of the other guests, like when we came in here: for me she sprayed literally from hot sex. Her three-child-battered tits hung long and slack, clearly showing through the t-shirt.

Meanwhile, the lustful looks had apparently worked in her innards: her nipples were now firmly erect and seemed to want to poke through the fabric. Surely she was already soaking wet underneath, I thought.

She sat down again at our table. We moved into our hotel room. After I carried the surprisingly light suitcase upstairs, she opened it in the room. I was amazed because she had packed next to nothing! In addition to a comb and toothbrushes, there was actually only eroticism in this suitcase: lingerie, suspenders and stockings (in case it should get cold), a panty ouvert (in case she needed panties "because of decency") and a bra.

A T-shirt for tomorrow and a change of skirt just in case. But then the rest of the contents of the suitcase came to light: the photo album from our wedding, and also the two albums in which I had pasted our very private porn photos of us over the years. Then the vibrator, the love balls, the hottest magazines in our collection of porn magazines, a new bottle of massage oil with our favorite scent and (just to be on the safe side) the bottle with the lubricating gel.

"Not even a change of socks for me," I said, as I stowed the luggage intended for me, which was just as spartan, which consisted only of another pair of trousers and a shirt in a cupboard that was much too large for that. "You don't need socks," she said, "I hate men wearing socks in bed anyway!" "Are we going to spend the whole weekend in bed now?" I asked. "I think mostly yes," she said, lying down on the bed, turning down her skirt and flexing her thighs, which were spread wide. Then she reached for the vibrator on the bedside table, turned it on, and guided it humming over her column. "Your mother said," my wife continued to say, "we should have a particularly nice weekend. And then she then turned to me, grabbed my pussy and indicated me very clear movements.” And with these last words, my wife clearly rolled up and down with her pelvis, the vibrator sliding long through the furrow.

Yes, that was my mother as I only got to know her after we children had moved out at home. "Then warm yourself up," I said now and took off my shirt. The horny sight that my wife offered me in the meantime was almost like a picture from our porn magazines! Sure, the births of our three children had left their mark on her figure: her breasts had gotten a little bigger, but they were also baggier now. But they've always been long down: and since they've always pinched everyone's bras, to my delight, she still doesn't wear a bra, much to my delight. And as a result, her breasts always dangle so beautifully, and I find that particularly horny about her. The turned-up skirt concealed her hips, but there was no hiding it entirely: she had gained enormously in the hips, but her otherwise ample stomach was handsomely flat in this supine position.

With one hand she felt one of her wobbly tits, with the other she led the tingling man through her column between her buxom, wide open thighs in an extremely provocative manner.

The sight of you was enchanting for me! No perfect-figured hooker in the world could have turned me on even more now. As I pulled my pants down with my panties, my already stiff cock jerked out. Shortly thereafter I was over her and just wanted to put my stand on her pleasure cave. "Slowly, slowly..." she said, "we've got a whole weekend. None of the children can burst in today!” How right she was! Apparently we were no longer used to being able to take our time.

"You could shave me again," she suggested. I packed the shaving kit for myself. Get it once. In the plastic bag with the whole mess of toothpaste, soap and shower gel of various erotic scents I found two disposable razors and a can of shaving gel that I had given her for her birthday, among other things. She herself had meanwhile moved to the edge of the bed and I knelt between her thighs.

With scissors, I first cut off the roughest part and then distributed the foam in her triangle with massaging movements, which initiated pleasurable feelings in her. Then I scraped everything clean. I would have loved to lick it right now, but experience taught me that I always had so many hairs in my mouth. So she went into the bathroom and carefully rinsed everything off on the bidet.

Shortly thereafter she was back on the bed and presented me her shaved cunt. "Are you happy, is she nice to you?" she asked. "You are fantastic," I could only reply and caressed her smooth cunt. Then I gently opened the love grotto with my fingers and finally, long awaited, licked the little lump of pleasure.

I felt her almost imperceptible lustful movements, felt her craving for pleasure. But suddenly she folded her thighs: "I want a massage," she said, and rolled onto her back. She handed me one of the fragrant massage oils. While I squeezed some of it from the bottle onto my hand, she got on her knees and pressed her pussy against me with her bottom stretched out. I know it: while I'm tenderly stroking her back with the slippery oil, she wants to be pleased just as tenderly from behind. After a while it was time for the front end to be massaged.

But experience has shown that this massage is usually reduced very soon to a lascivious walking on my part in her wonderful wobbly tits, while she brushes my cock over her slippery velvet cunt, and especially over her clitoris, with masturbating movements. And then it doesn't take long before I rub my body against her slippery body, penetrate her and after a few thrusts we lose ourselves in the infinity of love.

She was exhausted on her back and I was snuggled up against her, my mind far away. After a while she said: "What are the children doing now?" Only a mother could be like that, only a mother could think of that now!” Don’t worry: Bob tapped his thumb while nailing, Birgit picked all of Grandma’s parsley and Debbie turned on the tap and is happy when she gets soaked .” I teased. "Don't scare me...!" she said in a slightly worried voice.

“Why fear? everything is fine: Grandpa has already put a plaster on his thumb, Grandma will need the parsley tomorrow anyway for dinner and she will give you the rest, and because of Debbie, Grandma is already running into the house to get dry things. They'll all get along," I calmed her down again, "and besides, it's fun for the kids!" "If you mean..." she stretched. After we had snuggled up to each other for quite a while, I suggested that we go to the nearby town that afternoon.

There was an inviting pedestrian zone with some interesting shops. Although these were already closed at that time, window shopping was certainly entertaining and my wife was never averse to a visit to the pastry shop. I myself wanted to see the displays of a well-known antique shop that specialized in pocket watches. We got dressed again, my wife now just throwing a short t-shirt dress over her naked body and letting it fall loosely against her. But on a body like hers, a piece of clothing was seldom really loose. The upper part of the actually flowing dress lay tightly around her breasts, so that the provocatively unmistakable bulges of the thin dress material made the contours of her extremely beguiling dangling tits clear and true to detail.

I, too, only put on trousers and a shirt, so I was also naked “underneath”. We parked the car on the market square and began our stroll through town, past various jewelry and shoe shops, clothing and flower shops.

There was also a souvenir shop. Then past the antique store I was aiming for, I took a good look at its remarkable displays. My wife meanwhile strolled a little further and was standing in front of the window of a lingerie shop when I caught up with her. "I guess I've outgrown that," she said, pointing exuberantly to a tiny thong.

“Where you are always so wet!!! The stamp on the ribbons would disappear entirely in your column and have your lips licked sodden," I teased, "It wouldn't be of any use afterwards." "My department is here," she said then, pointing to her plus sizes in solid and ribbed quality. In my size, with my generous circumference, there are only real "mother panties". ""Oh," I replied, "even in your size there must be something "sinful".

After all, there are a lot of worn-out hookers, for whom there will also be workwear in large sizes. Maybe we should check that out in a bigger sex shop. But to be honest, I like you best the way you are today.” I stroked her bottom, which was bare under the dress, and pressed into the notch from below. "I've been wanting to compliment you all afternoon." She blushed slightly and snuggled up to me.

I put my hands on her hips tenderly and felt the nakedness of her vibrating body through the thin fabric. Her nipples rose, showing the shiver that gripped her.

"It's nice. Seeing you so horny, I'm happy with you. I love you!!!" Later we sat in an ice cream parlour.

Needless to say, just like at lunchtime in the restaurant, she drew everyone's attention here too. Of course, because of her figure she was undoubtedly not a sex bomb, but today she radiated sensational, pure lust. And when we sat at the table, she sat opposite me, facing the bar, and particularly upright, so that her breasts weren't resting on her stomach, but were supposed to be presented to advantage. I could literally feel men's eyes on my back; staring at my wife's tits with stare eyes. – Yes, just look!!! This eye-catching woman has been my wife for ten years, the mother of our children and is still horny and horny as a harbor whore.

We each ordered a sundae. While waiting, my wife briefly left her seat to go to the restroom. When she came back, she let her saggy breasts with the firm nipples wiggle as she strutted between the tables.

Looking at her like that was a downright horny pleasure. As she sat next to me again, she brought her mouth very close to my ear and whispered, "I'm horny for you again!" Then she showed me her hand, two fingers wet and slippery. She put this on my lips and pushed it a little into my mouth.

I was about to caress the fingertips with my tongue…. the fingers tasted of …. Cunt! I kept snapping my fingers, indeed: horny cunt! And while I was licking my fingers all over, my cock shot up steeply and firmly in the tight pants.

"Yes, I want a hot cock," she whispered to me and gave me a kiss. Her kiss tasted like pussy too.

I got very restless. She snuggled up to me provocatively, and when I kissed her cheek, I noticed: her whole face smelled intoxicatingly of excitingly horny cunt. The ice cream we ordered came in two huge portions. When she had eaten half of it, she stopped, looked around intensely for a moment and smiled at me almost immovably. I suddenly noticed that she had one hand under the table, apparently in her lap.

"There - again, because of the great success," she said, putting her juicy, shiny fingers in my mouth again.

And immediately she put her other hand on my trousers and waited for my erect erection. Then she unobtrusively grabbed him through her pants and rubbed him for a moment. Oh... just a moment... I wanted to eat her right then and there. We sat teasing each other in this ice cream parlor for a very long time. Finally we switched to a pizzeria for dinner.

The small town was now almost deserted: the locals had long been at home in front of the televisions, and the day visitors had made their way home. After dinner we strolled back to our car through the meanwhile completely deserted streets. We passed the antique shop again, where I briefly took another look at the displays.

As I walked on, my wife was standing pertly by the window, her back against the wall and one foot bent back against the wall of the house. When I strolled past her and looked at her because of her peculiar pose, she abruptly lifted the hem of her dress, stretched her lap brazenly towards me and flashed her naked, clean-shaven cunt at me: "Well sweetie, would you like a hot number?" Yours bare cunt daringly shone open, bright and white in the rest of the daylight. "I'll do it French for you, or with a great tit fuck," and she put her hand under one breast and lifted it.

"But I prefer it conventionally, namely "natural", without rubber!!!" She let her tit sink back down to stretch her lap out even more shamelessly and now even spread her column and lust with the fingers of the other hand rolling over her clit.

"But no silly quicky," I replied, and while I spoke to her she lowered the hem of her skirt again, "I've got a whole weekend, lots of time. My family is at Grandma's house,” I said, in reference to her words that afternoon. "Then we have a lot of time together..." she said. When we got back into our car, she said: "Do you remember that time in your car...?" And did I remember it! Of our first secret fucks. What did we fuck in the car!!! in the parking lot! It was always the most secretive place for us after dark. And then my ancient student runabout! Once I broke my rib while banging in his confinement.

I felt the pain for weeks. And then later: where we fucked everywhere! Anywhere that was reasonably lonely.

"Yeah, those were the days," I said to my wife as I started the engine. "Do you remember that fuck on the ceiling at Feldrain?" "Yes, it has become more and more comfortable over time. Until we had our first apartment together." "Your parents' old sofa," I continued to reminisce, "how many stains it had when we exchanged it for Bob's cot." And Bob was ultimately the last impetus for this happy marriage. We drove back up the road to our hotel.

The sun had just dropped below the horizon and dusk was falling quickly. "Aren't we going to do it again...?" she whispered. "What again..?" I asked back. “Well, fuck again, like before, secretly…. between the fields…. I'm so horny for you!" "I understood: a memory fuck, furtively, secretly, like when we first got together. Yes, actually why not! I turned onto a dirt road.

But with the new car on this dirt road? "I don't know, that's a path for a tractor, but not for our car," I said to my wife.

"It doesn't matter," said my wife, "then we'll just fuck here in front of the car. You can't see this far from the street and on top of that it's going to be completely dark anyway." With that she got out, went to the suitcase flap and took out the blanket that was always lying in the car as a mat for Debbie's diaper change. She spread this out in front of the car, quickly pulled the dress over her head and sat on it. She supported her hands behind her and offered me a beguiling look between her wide open thighs.

Her long tits now fell apart slightly to the side and lay on her stomach. Gorgeous, hot tits! Not the perky boobs I once married; no, matured! HER hot tits, which I loved so much!!! "Come on, I've been hot and soaked all evening," she whistled. "Make me nice and tender... as if I were a virgin..." My wife a virgin!!! If the chickens had heard that, they would have laughed out loud, as the saying goes.

My wife, - the so passionately willing and wonderfully precariously extravagant bitch, who was finally able to present herself again uninhibitedly today - as a "virgin" !!! But please - she wanted it now tenderly. Very slowly I entered her. She was really soaked. We enjoyed our pleasure in very slow trains. Slow… a long time... Meanwhile we were floating in the most beautiful clouds of pleasure, thinking our youthful high spirits.

"Your beautiful thick cock ... you fuck wonderfully!" she whispered to me. "You have a wonderful cunt," I returned the compliment. Every time the butterflies woke up inside her, I pulled back, caressing her neck and sucking on her nipples.

We were swimming in an endless sea of lust until she suddenly stammered irrepressibly: "Yes, do it to me! yeah, don't stop... jaaaaa, it cooooome…!!!!” she moaned uncontrollably into the silence. I took back my control and let it come to me too. Thrusting with relish, I chased my pleasure sauce into her orgasmic peak.. Slightly sweaty and comfortably exhausted, we woke up from the ecstasy of pleasure that we had experienced so wonderfully. But although the night was balmy, we soon rose from the ceiling. "We're just not quite the old ones anymore," said my wife, when we, somewhat stiff and awkward, got up from the hard bed.

"In the past I wouldn't have minded staying here for a few more hours, but now I'm looking forward to my soft bed," she said through the fabric of her dress, which she was just pulling over her head again.

I could only agree with this. And then we did something our children aren't allowed to do: we went to bed unwashed. We were just too tired and "done"! "Look how you fucked me all over today," my wife said as she stood naked in front of the bed. She spread her legs a little. In fact, it had to be full to the brim: the juice ran glistening down the inside of her thighs.

"And so beautifully slippery," she enthused as she lay on the bed with her legs apart and thoughtfully caressed herself again with tenderly circling fingers. "But I can't do it anymore," I said as a precaution, because I really didn't seem to be moving anymore.

I felt drained. "I don't expect anything anymore, I just want to enjoy a little more feeling, I think I've had enough today.... but just a little more..." she breathed with relish. Then she reached for “our” photo album with the porn pictures of us and opened a page somewhere. She looked at the pictures that we had long been familiar with.

I laid down next to her, put my arm under her neck and looked at the pictures: her wet, shiny pussy in close-up: sometimes with my fingers, sometimes with the vibrator: or her breasts, which were still full at the time, as she provocatively stretches them out to the viewer, or how she sometimes dreams sensually, sometimes teasingly plays with her pussy. Then the pictures of me: the ones sticking out of my hard-on with a glistening, bulging glans, or the pictures she took as I awaited her, enjoying my soulful wank hand. Or the pictures I took of her sucking me. Then the holiday pictures, on which she peed somewhere standing up….

let her tits flash out of the sweater…. things had come together over the years. I had my cock in my hand and toyed with my pleasure while she toyed with hers. But even though I was caressing me with intense emotion, he just didn't want to get hard anymore. When the album was flipped through, we turned off the light.

I don't know if she did it again after all, I guess I soon fell asleep exhausted. We didn't set an alarm for the next morning.

I woke up first. Apparently my wife was still fast asleep next to me. She turned her butt towards me and, because it was warm, uncovered something. After tossing and turning for a while I got bored and decided to wake her up. But it should be original.

I reached for her vibrator, which was still on her bedside table, turned it on and inserted it between her thighs with gentle pressure close to her pussy from behind.

Shortly thereafter, she felt what was happening and pushed her pleasure center further back, towards the feeling donor. No, no, that's not it again. I was behind her with an already huge morning wood and she stretched out towards the despicable tingling max! My cock called for a proper morning fuck.

I rolled her onto her back and she involuntarily spread her legs. But when I wanted to prepare her with my fingers in her crevice, she said: "Everybody's still asleep..." But I knew this case from countless weekend mornings.

I knew how to arouse this one for sure: I dived down and licked her wonderful, velvety soft shaved cunt. Not because of "still sleeping"! I could already feel her plump lips, and the little pearl of pleasure revealed more than my wife had given me credit for. She began to squirm with pleasure, her lap grew restless: the butterflies woke up too. I put on my pleasure stick, and a little later we floated away into a wonderful orgasm heaven.

After the shower it was time for breakfast. My wife, on the other hand, only threw on the thin T-shirt dress and then I sat opposite her, also only with an open shirt and light summer trousers, which were also a little transparent (at least you could usually see something through the panties). The waiter came and we ordered coffee.

Then we went to the buffet. As I stood next to her among the other hotel guests, she whispered to me, “I'm running down my thighs again. I think it's all so cool! …. you...

I feel like it again...!" And when we had sat and had breakfast for a while, she said quietly to me: "Your sauce is going so well. I think I have a wet spot on the back of my skirt now. Check it out.” With that, she got up and went back to the buffet. Very well, - but the stain was not worth mentioning, one had to know the secret in order to notice it. We had a long, long breakfast that morning. At the next table sat a couple that dreamily looked into each other's eyes extensively and intensely. They seemed to be together for the last few moments.

Apparently a flinging lover couple, as noted by my wife, who was sitting nearby with "long ears". But actually I was reading the newspaper.

My wife briefly left the breakfast room. I wanted to read the results in the sports section. First page of the sports section: football - but where were the handball results? "Here," said my wife and handed me the folded second sheet of the sports section.

I unfolded it - and immediately folded it up again and had to look at her with a smile: she had written across the whole page with lipstick: "I COULD BE AGAIN". "Well then," I said, "what hinders us? We haven't handed in the room key yet.” As we got up from the table, my wife took the newspaper page in question and put it in her handbag to be on the safe side.

As soon as I turned the key to the door of our room from the inside, she was already lying on the sheet again, her eyes shining expectantly and in a clear position. But with me now apparently a first effect of the rain stress of this weekend became noticeable: I had to jerk him off first. My wife helped me by lolling particularly horny in front of my eyes and lasciviously rubbing her cunt. In the end he was "solid" and in her greedy pleasure grotto he quickly came up with "pleasure format". She lolled lustfully under me. She must have already had an enormous run, while I, however, even now while shagging, couldn't really get going.

Although I fucked in an infinitely horny, greedy cunt, but more mechanically, it didn't really want to start with me. Meanwhile, my wife was already before her climax.

"Let it come to you," I whispered to her, "take it, even without me." And immediately an orgasm exploded in her that made her whole body tremble. I felt her orgasm with my cock stuck deep in her cunt, which she massaged with sucking movements in her pleasure cave. But no matter how much I longed for it: I couldn't do it anymore. When she had recovered a little, she said: "Come on, you shall have it too.

I'll suck you out.” And immediately she sat up and began to suck on my cock. But although my whole body was in spurred lust for salvation, somehow none of that was very promising. Finally I took it into my own hands and began to jerk off purposefully. “Yes, jerk off yourself, jerk off on me; cum on my tits!” she fired at me with obscene remarks. And then, with her hands, she held out her tits to my cock: long and jiggly, vulgar and obscene.

"Yes, jerk off, squirt on my tits!" My wife knows that and with this frivolous, slovenly - submissive behavior she finally helped me to an orgasm. Not a mighty one, but a redeeming one. After that she pulled the t-shirt over the wet cum stains, we took our luggage and gave the key to the reception. She stood next to me while I paid the bill.

The horny juice had soaked the tissue in the appropriate places, but she stood proudly and unashamedly next to me at the reception desk with the unambiguously offensive stains.

When she sat next to me in the car, she said: "Now we can drive home. I guess we're both quite exhausted, we can't expect much more." it doesn't seem to be that far for you yet." I replied. "You know what? You are a sweetheart!!! And maybe I'll recover before we get home again." "Well, maybe..." she replied, "I might be able to help a little." And with that she opened her skirt and saJ3 again shamelessly provocatively her naked and now shaved pussy next to me. We wanted to have lunch nearby before finally driving home, and found an attractive garden restaurant, because with the warm weather and the prevailing beautiful sunshine we didn't want to sit in one room.

As we walked through the rows of tables, she was the absolute eye-catcher in her outfit again. However, a little more reserved, because the gentlemen present were mostly accompanied by women, which understandably dampened their furtive looks quite a bit.

Only two "unmanned" women immediately whispered to each other, probably disparagingly about their provocatively exposed breasts. Plus it sure is amusing to imagine what would have happened if my wife had shown them that she was stark naked under the dress with not even a fuzz of hair covering her bare pussy!!! Or if they had seen this obvious bulge that my hard-on had pushed out of the thin linen pants from the inside without being restricted by panties. When our food came, the subliminal wave of emotions that gripped the other guests had already subsided. We were happy about the nice weather this weekend and enjoyed the warm sunshine.

The well-designed menu listed a few places to visit close to the restaurant. Among other things, a walk of half an hour should lead to a towering rock from which one should have a wide view of the hilly landscape.

And because it was still very early in the afternoon and our grandparents were not expecting us until evening, we headed down this path after lunch. It really only took half an hour until we reached said rock. We climbed the rest of the way up there. At the top of the rock was something like a small viewing platform. A bench had been set up there and a fixed railing had been attached around the platform.

At this we stood and looked far into the sun-drenched landscape.

I caressed her back and further on the buttocks bare under the skirt. When I got to the bottom of the Pokerbe, I lifted the hem of the skirt and pushed my finger between her thighs from behind, hoping to get at her pussy. Sensing my intention, she parted her thighs a little and pushed her pussy out back a little so I could get a better hold of her. I complied with her obligingness and slid my finger a little through the wet crevice as far as it would go.

“How about a final quickie up here? There is a good view of the path leading up from here, in case anyone should come,” she said. With that, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the railing.

Then she looked, holding her head in one hand, seemingly bored over the vast landscape. But inside she was already very greedy. She had pushed the hem of her skirt over her buttocks far up onto her hips and lusted frivolously for my cock with her pleasure organ, which was juicy in the sun. My pleasure cock had probably recovered quite well in the meantime, at least it didn't cause any difficulties in this extremely spicy situation.

"Come on, you horny goat, fuck my indecent cunt!", she turned on me and let her cunt stretched out from under her butt voluptuously circle. I pushed my hard cock as deep as I could into the agitated, slippery lust. After a short time she suddenly turned around: "Come on, let's do it naked, then it's even hotter!" she said, and already pulled the dress over her head, in no time she was standing naked in front of me while I opened my pants.

I took off my shirt and pants, she leaned on the railing again and awaited my horny man. Her dangling tits now hung free for a long time, dangling with each of my firm thrusts.

"Oh yes, that's awesome..." she enthused with relish, "Yes, come on, my horny goat, fuck me through, do it to me..., finish me.... yes, finish me!" It was really a passionate Fuck I performed with her there. The piquant situation... without question, it was definitely but extremely piquant. Whirled obsessively, fervently and greedily.

Since my wife usually also needs the stimulant of her clitoris, and that, when I fuck her from behind, unfortunately comes a little too short, she put her hands between her legs and also rubbed herself. It was a wonderful pleasure experience.

"Ooocch, oocch," she gasped. With her, the orgasm paved its way. She lolled agitatedly, straightened her upper body a little over the railing, and let her tits hang over the railing outrageously and so to speak for everyone to see.

Of course we knew that there was a high probability that nobody was looking here with binoculars right now. But we fucked up here as good as public!!! And then it came to us: her horny dangling breasts swayed under my thrusts over the wide landscape, and her body tensed up again in an immense frenzy of pleasure, while I myself with a particularly hot Climax squirting a last remnant of my ejaculation ability into her insatiable pleasure grotto for today.

"You've made a passionate dream of mine come true," she said as we got back in the car. "In my deepest, dirtiest dreams I've always wished for something like this: an unspeakably shamelessly naughty fuck somewhere in an unusual place." I also had a lot of fun,” I said about my feelings about what I had just experienced. "I thought it was kinda great!" We hadn't gone far when she lifted her skirt again and looked at the stain on the car upholstery under her dripping pussy.

"On a trip like this, a 'decent woman' should take a box of tampons with her," she said, tucking a tissue between her lusty lips.

We both had to laugh. "I enjoyed the two days away from the kids," I said. "What we experienced together in terms of joy, we could not have experienced in the presence of the children." "That's right," agreed my wife, "but saying goodbye to them yesterday was a little difficult for me. And now I'm looking forward to hugging her again in a few hours," she added. – She is a thoroughly loving mother. "But I love you even without such extravagant experiences." With that she turned to me despite the fastened seat belt and gave me a kiss. "We can do something similar again," I said, because I wished that it wasn't so wicked with the two of us the last time.

“If we should plan to do something similar again, then we must not fall under the pressure of expectations.

Maybe it will never be as good as it was this time. And then we may be disappointed and the beautiful memory of our tenth wedding anniversary fades. – But even if it should be like that too often, then it might also become dull and boring. Let's just leave it at this beautiful weekend.” Which, once again, she was right about.

You can't force good times. You have to let them come to you and seize the opportunities - like we did this weekend.

The rest of the way back was quiet. My wife even dozed off a little in the passenger seat and I now know that the new car really does 210 things. The speedometer needle stood at 215 for a short time!!! A few hours later we were back with the children at grandma and grandpa's.

They were all sitting at the coffee table in the garden, each with a huge slice of strawberry cream cake in front of them.

"What? are you coming? We didn't expect you until later. But now you've come at just the right time, sit down with us," said Grandma, while the children rushed towards us with a loud hello. We warmly embraced each of the children, and Bob immediately showed a band-aid around his thumb: "Look, Mom...." She looked at the thumb bandage in horror, gave me an almost reproachful look, and was about to take a deep breath to presumably to begin with a greater torrent of speech when her grandfather fell into the still unspoken word soothingly: "It's already done, it wasn't so bad! You have to learn and practice everything first.” “And what about you?” my wife asked our youngest, who was wearing nothing but her diapers and grandma's cardigan, which was much too big. The question was actually aimed more at my mother, because Debbie was still much too young to answer the question.

And my mother answered immediately: "Debbie played at the garden water tap again. Your things are hanging on the line, but they will soon dry again.” “There you go,” I said to my wife, “everything is as expected!” Debbie wasn’t safe from any taps that she could reach, she turned the taps too gladly and had a lot of fun when the jet of water splashed them.

We sat down at the table, my father had fetched two more garden chairs from the shed and my mother went into the house to get more dishes. Now we sat in the group and grandma also put one of the giant pieces of her strawberry tote on our plates. "Well, was it nice? did you have an eventful weekend?” my mother asked. My wife, who was sitting next to her, whispered to her, “Yes, it was wonderful! I think I'm sore now.” She rocked her bare buttocks under the dress on the chair a bit, enjoying the slight pressure on her pussy as she rubbed her thighs together.

"And with you? asked my father, who had just heard this answer, "...still on or worn out?" "Still on, but very small," I joked, but there was a bit of truth in it. "Well, refill it now," my father said jokingly, and sprayed a large dollop of cream from a can onto my plate. We adults smiled and the children ate their pieces of cake.

Only Birgit cautiously poked around in it. When my wife noticed, my mother explained: “Birgit helped me topping the cake earlier. We had to pick more berries because she had eaten so many before. She won't have any appetite anymore.” I looked at my wife.

I know her; and she went inwardly: “Aha, ….!!!” Again my mother turned to my wife in a low voice: “You are sore? Do you want an ointment? I have a good one because I've been a bit dry for a while. I get sore easily," and with that she cast a look at my father, "if he catches me out of reach of the bedside gel." "Well, it's not that bad for me," my wife protested, smiling gratefully the understanding, caring offer. “I'm actually always nice and wet. It's just been used a lot." "It should be.

That's why we took over the children this weekend. For you! Now eat, children, there is still another piece for each of you!” she added, turning to the children, who did not yet understand the meaning of our conversation.

And Grandpa sprayed a new dollop of cream on everyone's cake plate. After we had dinner together at the grandparents' house, we had strapped the children into their child seats in the back seat for the onward journey to our house. Standing next to the car, we said goodbye to my parents with "a thousand thanks". “Glad you had a stormy weekend. And if you're sore now, or if you're both feeling a bit weary, there's no reason at all to possibly take a longer break,' my mother said to my wife. And then she added specifically to me: “Don't let up, boy! Always let the butterflies flutter in your stomach! Women like us like it more often!” and with that she put an arm around my wife's shoulders and pulled her warmly to her.

"Three times in one day I barely made it..." I objected, feeling pretty much exhausted now. “Oh, no excuses! A happy woman like yours can certainly take a few times more. And finally, you still have a tongue! But now children, make sure you come home,” she said to us, “the three of them played around in the garden with grandpa a lot today. You must be very tired. And then you have time for yourself again tonight...!” You could tell that she was very upset inside. Her breast nipples pushed through her sweater and clearly indicated where the approximate downward direction was.

And when she waved to us on the way down, she was apparently preparing something for herself with the other hand in her husband's crotch.

Now our family was complete again: the three normally lively children who now seemed very exhausted; me, the father looking back on a wonderful weekend and a mother who not only was a mother but had shown to be extremely horny. Now, however, she was apparently a bit sore, because now, so that the children could not see, she had furtively folded up her skirt on the passenger seat and spread a good portion of cream from Debbie's diaper set on the sensual pleasure triangle with her finger.