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Seventh Wedding Anniversary

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Just_me Posted on: 11 Jan 2005 1 comments
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A bit long, but I hope you will enjoy it.Our Seventh Wedding AnniversaryWe literally planned this for weeks. It was the first time that the vagaries of the USAF had actually allowed us to spend our Wedding Anniversary together. Seven years and two kids, and we had never been able to spend out anniversary in bliss. We never even got to spend our wedding night together thanks to Uncle Sam.Her: a redhead, with long flowing wavy hair, about to the small of her back --Greenish blue eyes. About 5' 6" and 110 pounds. Small breasts and hips that just begged you to lay your hands on them.Me: 6 feet tall, brown hair and eyes, about 170 pounds. Skinny and tall -- California surfer type.Somewhere I had read about this small Inn in a tiny town North of OKC that hosted "Mystery Nights". They had people come in and role-play for something resembling an Agatha Christie novel.It sounded like fun, so I called and spoke with owner. She was very pleasant, and told me that basically, people would book for the weekend activities, be assigned a room and a role to play. Dinner and the night's lodging in either the main Inn (a B&B sort of place) or in their annex in town were included in the very reasonable price. I booked.A couple of weeks later, we got a package in the mail. It not only assigned us our "roles" for the night's entertainment, but also gave us some history on the town and the place we would be staying. The area was a small Oklahoma town dating to the Land Rush. The Inn itself was a large home converted to a B&B fairly recently. The Annex in town was an old brick hotel dating back to the Land Rush, and was purportedly haunted. We had a room in the old brick building, and our room was supposed to be one of the more 'active' ones.We had our roles assigned: the setting was the 1920's and we were given character sketches to try to follow. She was the slutty English heiress, me the gadfly American playboy. I don't know how the roles were assigned, but they worked perfectly.We took some time (and a little bit of money) assembling our outfits, and waited eagerly for the evening to unfold.Having the kids safely in care of their aunt, and driving the short drive from OKC to the small town, we could almost feel the weight come off of us: we had no responsibilities (strange for us being in the USAF) and the kids were accounted for. This in itself was unusual -- freedom from worry, so to speak.We got into town, checked into the Inn as our directions told us to and had some time to kill before the main events of the evening. The room was nice, in an old brick building, with a giant four-poster bed with a canopy overhead and a good old-fashioned claw footed tub in the connected bathroom. In and of itself, a great setting for a romantic interlude. Plus the ghost of a prostitute supposedly haunted it.We dropped our luggage and went back into town to check out the Historical Sights, it was fun, and we played little grab-ass games with each other (of the sort a young couple might do, only we rarely had the occasion to indulge) as we wandered through the historic section and antique shops. Eventually it was time to head back and get into "character" for the night.She took the first shower in the antique tub, and I lay back across the huge bed and looked at the canopy over me as I listened to her scrub herself clean. There was no radio, no TV, and I didn't care. Eventually she came out wrapped in towels, and I headed into the bathroom.When I came out, she was still finishing her hair and makeup, before getting dressed. I slid into my costume: a black suit, leather shoes, and suspenders over a white tuxedo style shirt with wingtip collars and a black bowtie.As I finished tying my shoes, she emerged from the bathroom in all her glory. I can't imagine a better casting. She wore a black velour-like sheath dress. Strapless, it caressed her small bosom, but pressed her breasts together in an unforgettable manner. It hugged her sides, accentuating her hips and the slit on the side allowed just a bit of her thigh and the stocking that encased it to show. If you were lucky, you could see the garter that held the stocking up. To top it off, she was wearing bright red lipstick, a rope of pearls that dangled between her breasts, and velvet gloves that came over her elbows. I was in awe.After I recovered my breath, I attempted to tell her how wonderful she looked, but she wouldn't allow me to kiss her for fear of mussing her hair, makeup, or clothing. We headed out to the main event.It only took a few minutes to arrive at the main location, and we arrived to the sounds of a happy gathering. To make it short, the food was outstanding, the company was fun, and somehow they had gotten the characters right. We had a murder mystery on our hands; I was supposedly engaged to another woman, and she was the slut who was basically fucking everybody. There was a (pretend) fortune at stake and the cast members led us through the drama with alacrity. I probably indulged in wine too much, but she was basking the glow of attention she received from every male involved (there were about 25 people in it all in all, about 10 men and 15 women. I think all of the women were jealous and I'm quite certain that the men were wishing they got to take her home for the night).It really was a lot of fun, but as we climbed back into the car to return to our room I felt like the night had just begun.It had only just begunWe both knew this would be a fuck to remember. Not only had we planned it for weeks and taken time to select our costumes; but also it was our anniversary, and there was an undercurrent of sexual tension that had been building since I made the booking. Add to that the sexy costume, the envious glances, the great food, drink, the fun of the evening, and the advantage of Hotel Sex. Plus we had the prostitute's ghost to help us out...We made it into the hallway of the old brick building before we degenerated into groping each other and kissing. We were probably no more than 6 feet from our door when we locked into a kiss that had us both breathless. I had my left hand in her hair against the back of her neck, and my right was drawing the plush velvet material of her dress up over her ass. She had one hand on the back of my neck, pressing our hungry mouths together, and the other was snaking into my pants, rubbing against my erection before grasping it firmly. I was ready to fuck her right there in the hallway, but she insisted that we get in the door.We burst into the room, and moved straight to the ludicrously large four post bed. My jacket had been around her shoulders to ward off the crisp February air, but it was lost somewhere in the hallway: I didn't care, nor did she. I was focused on the pearls dangling between her breasts and she was focused on the rod in my pants.Her tits were bursting out of the material of her dress, and I had pulled the bottom portion of it up to her waist, revealing a lacy black pair of panties I had never seen before, and the garters holding up the stocking that were framing her damp pussy. Her perfume was in my nostrils, and I was running my hands up and down her body, trying to feel everything and commit it to memory.I pinned her down on the big bed, with the canopy flying grandly overhead. I buried my nose in the cleft between her breasts and inhaled the scent of her perfume and her body.---a heady mixture. She had managed to get my pants undone, and they were around my knees, while my cock rubbed against the soft fabric of her dress and I could feel the stockings against my thighs.We rolled about on the bed, slowly shedding clothing and alternating between kisses and bites of passion. It took quite some time, but eventually we wound up with me naked and her straddling my prone body as I lay on the bed. All she had left on were the black stockings and the garter belt that matched them. My hands had left red imprints on her pale skin where I had grasped her breasts, and her brilliant red hair was coming undone form the bun she had so carefully arranged earlier in the eveningIt was a picture from a magazine or a movie. I had my sexy wife astride me with stockings on and a grin on her face. Her hair cascaded down around her neck and shoulders, gleaming in the light. My cock was straining to meet her dripping pussy, and her small breasts were hanging above me, waiting for the caress of my hand or the touch of my lips. All I had to do was make the final thrust, and I would be in her. She was hot and wet and waiting for me; it would have been easy.Instead I pulled back and went for the box of 'tricks' I had stashed earlier.She was not expecting this at all, and I had to cover a grin as I pulled out the 6-inch vibrator. I didn't even need to lube it up; her own juices were more than sufficient. I looked into her eyes and placed the gently moving vibe against her stomach as we lay next to each other on the large bed. She smiled at me and moved to position that would better allow me to make use of the toy. I was happy that she was excited by this new prospect.I ran the gently buzzing vibe across her tummy, feeling her twitch as I did, then ran it down the crevice between her thighs and her pelvis. She squirmed in delight, and thrust her hips against the pressure I was applying.I ran the vibe down to the top of her slit, holding it just off of her clitoris. I knew she could feel the thrumming through my hand, and her hips were bucking up to meet me. I had forgotten about my own arousal: this was her time. I leaned over and placed my lips on her sweaty erect nipple, and moved the vibe to her clit. She went off like a firecracker, cumming in delight and writhing beneath my hands. Without letting her recover from her orgasm, I moved the vibe downward placing it at the entrance to her rosebud of an ass.She was moving her hips about and still engaged in the after effects of her first orgasm; the juices running down her thighs and collecting on the tops of the stockings that framed her bright red pussy hair, and the swollen lips that surrounded her clit.Without giving her the chance to think about it, I placed the tip of the vibe into her awaiting ass, sliding it in gently, lubed by her own juices. She gasped once, and then relaxed. Letting the firm, shivering plastic slide into her. She came again; for some reason she had taken my hand into her mouth, and bit down on my fingers as I felt her pussy and ass spasm in uncontrollable delight. I was working her nipples with my mouth, and the fingers of my hand not involved with pushing the vibe in her ass were roaming around her vaginal slit. But she had me momentarily trapped as she burst in orgasm.As she lay there with the vibe still buzzing in her ass, I rolled back to the side of the bed an pulled out toy number two. A soft dildo, seven inches in length and basically the same size as my own cock. As she was gasping for breath, I was warming the silicon flesh in my hand and waiting.I once again placed my lips on her breast, taking the nipple into my mouth and slowly providing more and more suction. The vibe was still slowly buzzing in her ass, and I placed the head of the dildo on her clit.BAM! Orgasm again.Before the aftershocks had even hit, I slid the dildo all the way inside of her, placed my hand to make sure neither toy came loose from her orgasmic struggles, and jumped astride of her.I took a moment too look down at her. Her long hair was strewn about over the pillow. Her chest and neck were flushed a bight red, which made the light freckles stand out. Her nipples were firm and pointed to the ceiling, and I could see sweat drip down between her breasts as she tried to regain her breath. Oh what a beautiful sight.Now it was my turn. I had intended to remove the dildo and fuck her pussy with the vibe still in her ass... on the spur of the moment; I decided to leave the dildo in her.I let my cockhead creep up the crease of her ass, past the busy vibrator that was still humming away in her, and let it rest for a second below the base of the silicon cock that was embedded in her pussy.She opened her eyes and looked me in face."Yes"I slid my cock into her underneath the dildo, forcing it to press on her clit. She came again. Hips moving and hands grabbing my ass, she was orgasming all over the place. I had a tough time keeping from cumming myself -- but I was working on the ultimate.As she was coming down from her peak, I started to slide myself in and out of her pussy. The vibe was still going in her ass, and I could feel it on my cock. The dildo was above my member, and I could feel it move around as I slid in and out of her sopping cunt. I got the base of it to rest against my pubic mound, and could feel her thrusting against me as I drove it home. I had a soaking pussy wrapped around my cock, along with a silicon dick sliding against me and a vibrator buzzing in her ass, a thin wall of flesh away.This was somewhere we had never gone before, and as I raised my ass up I thought I felt a wash of cold air flow around my cock---which then erupted into a climax of epic proportions. I could have sworn that my soul emptied out of my cock into her warm and willing cunt. She was grabbing my ass and pulling me in; I was holding on for dear life as I spurted my cum deep into her. The dildo was rolling around in her and rubbing against me, and the vibe was still happily buzzing in her ass... giving both of us a tingle.Eventually, we returned to our senses, and I pulled my still erect cock out of her and let the dildo slide out behind it. The vibrator slid out of her ass slowly, and she let out a small sigh. We pulled the covers over ourselves, and curled up with my slippery dick pressed against her ass and fell asleep.That was an anniversary!