How Many Times

A balmy breeze blows through the open windows of the car. The midday sun sparkles off the water to the left, and green hills roll up to mountains on the right. I take a deep breath of sea-scented air, my hair blowing in the wind. I glance at my husband driving, then smile to myself and close my eyes. As we round a curve in the road, I feel the warmth of the bright sun on my bare legs as it streams through the open sunroof. I cross them provocatively, the miniskirt riding high up my thighs.

We're on a sex date. We haven't had any since the day we booked this trip almost two weeks ago. When we made the reservation, we decided it would be more exciting if we abstained to let the excitement and anticipation build, and so we've barely touched each other in days. We're only going to be away for one night, but we plan to make good use of the time. It's been a very long while since I've been this horny.

I uncross my legs and turn to watch the beautiful scenery slide by out my window. Then my husband puts his hand on my leg, and I turn back to give him a lazy smile. He moves his hand up and down the inside of my thigh, stroking softly. I move my legs apart slightly and sigh. When he moves his hand up between my legs and puts his fingers on my mound, I am instantly wet. I close my eyes and put my hand over his, my lips parting and my breathing quickening. He deftly pulls my thong to the side and slips a finger into me. I moan softly, oh god, it feels so good. I part my legs more, giving him better access, and he pushes another finger into me, playing with my wetness. I am so turned on I am almost gushing, and he takes my moisture and rubs it on my clit with the tip of his finger. I groan at the pleasure building so quickly, and then he rubs harder and I push up against his fingers. Fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum, and I moan and cry out as my climax is sudden and sharp and sweet. He keeps his fingers on me for a moment more, then takes his hand away. I open my eyes, the pleasure slowly ebbing. God, with all my sexual experience, I've never cum in a moving car before. I turn and look at him, dazed.

"Oh... my... god," I say.

He just grins, keeping his eyes on the road. I look down at the bulge in his shorts and smile. I put my hand between his legs and pat it.

"Soon," I whisper.

But then I put my feet up on the dash, the miniskirt barely covering my thong. I want to tease him until we get there. When I glance over, his eyes are dutifully on the road, but he is smirking, and I know he is looking at my legs as often as he can. I look again at his bulge, certain that it's even bigger than before.

Thirty minutes later we pull up in front of the resort. We stop under the porte cochere, I get out and retrieve my oversize tote from the backseat, then my husband goes to park the car. We've arranged for an early check-in, so I stop briefly at the front desk for our key and take the elevator to the top floor. When I open the door to the suite, the memories come flooding back. This is the same suite where I gave the girl to my husband for his birthday three years ago, then I took her myself. I move quickly across the room and open the curtains and the wide sliding glass doors to the balcony. Daylight and the smell of the ocean fill the room. I kick off my sandals and pad barefoot outside, where I lean on the railing and take in the sweeping views of palm trees and the wide sandy beach beyond.

I'm enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin when I hear the door to the suite open behind me. My husband walk in, tosses our overnight bag on the rack, then steps out of his shoes. We move toward each other in the middle of the room.

"Hello, beautiful," he says with a big grin.

"Hi there yourself," I respond with my own, wide smile.

He reaches out and takes me in his arms, and I clasp my hands behind his neck. Our lips meet in a soft kiss for a moment, but then his tongue is in my mouth. We kiss each other hard, fiercely, our need suddenly urgent, our tongues everywhere in each other's mouth. His hands pull my miniskirt and thong down my legs in one motion, and I step out, our mouths still locked together. Then he pulls away.

"Raise your arms," he growls.

When I do, he pulls my top up over my head and arms and tosses it aside. He takes a quick look at my naked body, then pulls his shorts down over his raging cock. I reach down to fondle it, but he cups his hands under my ass, lifts me up, then quickly slides me down onto his engorged shaft. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and he fucks me, standing there in the middle of our favorite suite, with both his cock and his tongue, hard and fast and frenzied.

I think he's going to take me right then and there, but he walks us into the bedroom and throws me on the bed. He's instantly on top of me, pinning my arms above my head, his cock and tongue thrusting again into my pussy and my mouth. He can't get enough, and I open myself to him, taking all of his furious lovemaking as I push against his hardness and moan into his mouth. My arousal swells as he keeps plunging into me, consumed by his voracious hunger. Then he pauses, just for a second, his cock buried in me as deep as it will go, and I arch and squeeze my pussy lips around the base of his shaft. It pushes him over the edge, and he cums with a loud, guttural growl, pumping frantically, long ropes of jism spurting deep into my womb, his tongue still in my mouth as he moans in pleasure. I kiss him back, taking all of him, and then I cum too as I groan and undulate underneath him. It is an orgasm not so much of physical pleasure as it is of overwhelming love for this man on top of me. I'm not sure I have ever been fucked with so much pent-up need and desire.

We lay with our bodies pressed together until our breathing finally returns to normal, then he rolls off me onto his back. I throw my leg over his, caressing his cock and nuzzling my face into his neck.

"Wow," I say softly. "We should do this more often."

"I know," he whispers. "I just fucking love you so much."

I raise up and give him a smile. He's still wearing his shirt, and he sits up and pulls it over his head, tossing it on the floor. Then he lays back down and we hold each other for a long time, our eyes closed in post-orgasmic bliss, our hands trailing slowly over each other's nakedness until we almost fall asleep. Then I sit up.

"Let's go sit outside."

He gets up, and we walk out onto the balcony into the bright afternoon sun. We're on the top floor, and no one can really see us, so we stand at the railing for a few minutes taking in the ocean view. Then we sit in the chairs and hold hands, enjoying the feel of the sun on our skin. We aren't doing anything, but it somehow feels very erotic anyway. My husband looks away for a moment, and I touch myself. I'm still wet. I smile, sinking further into the soft chair.

I want to stay like this forever, but we have a dinner reservation downstairs. I stand up and look down at my husband and his beautiful body.

"We should go shower."

He nods and stands, then takes my face between his hands and gives me a soft, sensual, loving kiss. We walk inside and go into the bathroom. It is spa-like, the huge shower all glass and pale blue tile. A large round soaking tub sits in front of a floor-to-ceiling window looking out to the ocean. The room is flooded with late afternoon light. I step into the shower and turn on the water. There are two showerheads, the sprays strong and hot. My husband joins me, and for a moment we stand separately, but then we soap each other languorously, our hands everywhere on each other's skin. My nipples are swollen and erect. So is his cock. Our arousal builds again, and we step out and quickly dry each other off. I take his hand and lead him back to the bedroom.

"Lie down," I tell him.

When he does, I climb up and straddle him, cowgirl style. I sit on his chest and tease the head of his engorged cock with my fingertips, smearing the precum around the tip. When I detect a change in his breathing, I slide back, my hips hovering above his face. I squeeze the base of his shaft with my hand and take the head between my lips, lightly licking and sucking. When his hips start to move, I lower my pussy onto his mouth. He nibbles at my pussy lips, then puts his tongue into my hole, tasting my copious juices. I groan, and when I take all of his cock in my mouth, he immediately starts to fuck it, thrusting in and out in ever quickening motions as he licks and sucks my swollen clit. He's as close as I am, and it's time. I take his cock deep in my throat as I rock against his mouth, and we both explode at the same time in a symphony of overwhelming pleasure. We moan into each other, our bodies trembling together, and we keep moving until our orgasms finally begin to ebb. I swallow the last bit of his jism, then I arch my back, raising my hips off his face so he can breathe.

"Fuck," he growls, "fuck, fuck, fuck..."

I climb off him and give him my biggest smile.

"Was that fun for you too?"

He just shakes his head, and I lean down and give him a quick kiss.

"We need to get dressed," I say. "We don't want to be late for dinner."

If we had our way, we would stay naked for the entire weekend, but I don't think the staff in the dining room would approve. I climb down off the bed and walk to our overnight bag. I find the red thong and put it on, then take out the little black dress and pull it over my head. It stops well above my knees, shows a bit of cleavage, and bares most of my back. I go into the bath to quickly fluff my hair and put on a bit of lipstick, then move back out into the bedroom and slip into my sluttiest heels. My husband has put on loose-fitting khakis and a black polo shirt. For once there is no bulge in his pants, but I'm pretty sure there will be again. I smile at the thought as he slips into his sandals and looks at me across the room.

"Wow," he says. "Maybe we should skip dinner."

"No way," I respond with a grin, "I'm famished."

We take the elevator down to the spacious lobby and cross to the dining room. The host greets us warmly, then leads us out to the terrace at the back overlooking the beach and the ocean beyond. We're seated under a large umbrella next to the railing, our view unobstructed. I look around at the other guests, and catch many of them giving me appreciative glances. As does my husband across from me. I smile sweetly at him, then open my menu. It's going to be an enjoyable evening.

We order drinks and an appetizer, then sit back and make small talk for a while. The sun is low in the sky to the west, and wispy clouds drift near the horizon. A warm breeze wafts off the ocean waves sparkling in the slanting sunlight. We watch small groups of people moving up and down the beach, and there are even a few swimmers braving the cold ocean water.

Our server brings us our drinks, then takes our order. My husband orders a crab and seafood dish, and I order a ribeye steak medium rare. To her credit, the server doesn't raise her eyebrows at the reversal of the usual stereotypical assumptions of who eats what. She walks away, and we sip our drinks and watch the sun sink slowly toward the sea. It's a perfect setting to distract us from what we really came here for.

We hold hands for a few moments while we wait for our entrees, but otherwise we don't touch each other, letting the sexual tension build between us. When our meals come, we dig in ravenously. The food is delicious, and we try not to wolf it down, but we really are famished. We finish eating just in time to watch the sun touch the horizon, a huge red-orange fireball disappearing slowly into the pale blue sea. When it winks out, there is a smattering of applause from the tables around us.

The clouds turn shades of pink and purple as we order dessert and cappuccinos. Twilight is the most beautiful part of the day as the light fades and stars start to appear. We watch nature's show in silence, momentarily forgetting why we're here. The desserts and drinks arrive, and we savor the tastes of both in the fading twilight. Then strings of lights crisscrossing the terrace blink on, giving the setting a magical touch. We finish our desserts, then reach across the table and hold hands again. I smile at him, by now fully sated. He stares back at me with an intensity I don't often see.

"When we get back upstairs, your body belongs to me."

His voice is low, demanding. He hasn't forgotten why we're here. Even though the air is still warm, I shiver involuntarily as I imagine what he will do to me. We've brought the bag of toys, of course, including restraints. I feel my juices suddenly leaking through my thong. I lean forward, giving him a view down my dress.

"Yes, Master," I whisper in my most submissive voice.

We stand and walk back through the dining room, all eyes following me once again. We reach the lobby and take the elevator up to the top floor. We're alone in the cab, and his hand reaches down inside the back of my dress and cups my ass possessively. I shiver again at his touch, then glance down and smile. His bulge is back.

We enter our suite and bolt the door behind us. The balcony doors are still open, and a cooling breeze fills the room. We take turns in the bathroom, my husband first. When I'm done, I briefly consider taking off my thong, but quickly reconsider. He'll probably want to do it himself. When I walk out of the bath, the first thing I notice are the padded cuffs hanging from the drapery rod at the open balcony doors. He waits for me on the balcony, wearing only the khakis. I go and stand in the doorway, and we stare at each other for a long moment, drawing out the tension again.

"Take off your dress. Do it slowly."

I give him my best seductive smile, then reach down for the hem of the dress. I pull it up, ever so slowly, over my legs, past my thong, then over my bare breasts and finally up over my head and arms. I toss it on the chair, then turn and face my grinning husband.

"Your thong is soaked."

"I know."

"I haven't even touched you yet."

"But you will." I hold his gaze and watch him smirk.

"Put your arms up. Into the cuffs."

When I do, he fastens them around my wrists, my arms straight above my head. I move my feet apart to steady myself, still wearing the stilettos. I'm stretched in the same place we tied the girl three years ago, only she was facing into the bedroom. I'm looking out at the ocean glinting in the light of a crescent moon.

He reaches down and touches my thong, then puts his fingers in my mouth. I taste myself and moan quietly. He goes into the room behind me, then returns with the bag of toys and sets it on one of the balcony chairs. He takes my face between his hands and gives me another soft, sensual kiss.

"What should we do first?" he whispers.

"Whatever you want," I respond, then look down at his crotch. "But take off your pants so I can see you... please."

He stares at me for a few seconds, then, still holding my gaze, he unzips his pants and they fall to the floor. I try to keep looking him in the eye, but my glance flicks down to his swollen cock, hard and very erect. He smiles, then fondles my nipples, already pebbling in the cool night air. He twists and pulls, making them even harder, then pinches them and kisses me again, his tongue stabbing into my mouth this time, his hard cock pressing against my thong. I moan and return the kiss, tugging against the cuffs. Finally he pulls away.

"God, you are so fucking beautiful," he growls.

I smile, basking in his adoration. His words make me even wetter. I'm about to tell him I how much I love him when he moves out of my view. I gaze out at the waning moon, its pale light reflecting off the ocean in the distance. A soft breeze caresses my hard nipples.

He hasn't taken any of the toys out of the bag yet. He's somewhere behind me, with only his hands, his mouth and his cock. My favorite toys in the world. I wait and wonder which ones he will use first. Then he lifts my hair and nuzzles my neck, one of my many erogenous zones. I shiver. He presses his cock into my ass crack and gives my neck little kisses, and I shiver again and sigh. It feels so good, I don't want him to stop. But he does, finally, and I wait for what comes next.

He strokes my thighs for a moment, then his hands move to my ass, cupping my cheeks, caressing and fondling. I sigh again, but the pleasure is short lived. Suddenly he steps back and slaps my ass, and I jerk at the sudden pain. He hits me with his palm again, harder, and then again and again. I start to whimper, it stings so much, then he moves to my other cheek and keeps spanking me with his open palm. There is a flogger in the bag, but this is worse, and I cry out when he doesn't stop. Finally he moves around in front of me.

"Perhaps I should gag you," he says with a smirk.

I know no one can see us, but that doesn't mean they can't hear us. I shake my head.

"No, I'll be quiet."

He laughs. "No you won't."

He goes back around behind me, and I think he is going to spank me again, but he reaches around with one hand and fondles my nipple, then slips the other hand down inside my thong. He pushes two fingers inside me, and when I moan, he smears my juices on my clit. He keeps his finger on me, rubbing, until my body starts to undulate. Then he pulls his hand away, steps back and hits my ass again, and I emit a low, harsh groan. He keeps hitting me, then reaches around and dips his fingers into my pussy before rubbing my clit again. Pleasure stabs through my groin, building, but then he hits me again and the pleasure is replaced with pain. He goes back and forth between my clit and my ass, a prolonged tease, every time I'm close replacing the pleasure with pain, until I'm panting in my bonds. He keeps me on the edge, but he won't let me cum, until finally he pushes all of his fingers deep into my cunt, then rubs my slippery clit hard and fast. I jerk and cry out and cum on his hand, my body shaking and writhing.

"Oh god," I moan loudly, "oh my god."

He walks around in front of me and puts his fingers in my mouth. I taste myself again, still moaning. He withdraws his fingers and kisses me deeply, hungrily, his rigid cock pressed against my clit through the thin fabric of my thong. I keep moaning into his mouth, so much pleasure coursing through my bound body. He finally pulls away, stares down at my thong, then slides it off my sopping pussy and down my legs. When I step out, he holds it in front of my face, grinning at me.

"Maybe I should gag you with this."

I whimper and shake my head. He keeps grinning, then puts it on the railing directly in front of me. It's so wet it glistens in the moonlight. I feel my juices dripping down my legs. I'm still in the stilettos, arms stretched up and held overhead. He stares at my naked body, still quivering, then reaches into the bag and pulls out the vibrating egg. He holds it up, close to my face.

"Do you think you can cum with just this?"

I stare at it for a moment, then nod. "Probably," I say softly.

"Let's find out," he says, still grinning.

He pushes it deep inside me, almost against my cervix, and I gasp. He quickly finds the remote and sets the vibrations to low, watching my reaction closely. I close my eyes, and my breath catches. I rock my hips, almost imperceptibly, but he sees and increases the vibrations. My mouth opens and my breathing becomes shallow and rapid. Oh god, it feels so good. I moan softly, then he increases the vibrations again. My pleasure builds, I'm so close, so close. I open my eyes and watch him watching me. He's stroking his cock, his eyes bright with lust. He must read something in my eyes, because he suddenly increases the vibrations to high, and I tumble over the edge, my body trembling and shaking again. The orgasm washes through my whole body, warm and diffuse, unlike the sharp, focused spark of a clit orgasm. I moan and keep moaning until the pleasure finally ebbs and I open my eyes and see the moon sitting just above the water.

Then I look at my husband, his cock still hard and starting to throb. I expect him to take the egg out of my hole and fuck me, but instead he reduces the vibrations and gives me a hard look.

"I think we'll just leave it in you for a while."

"No, please. I just want you to fuck me." My voice is plaintive, almost whining.

He gives me a soft, gentle kiss, just brushing my lips. Then he puts his mouth near my ear.

"Soon," he whispers.

I keep moaning, pulling on the cuffs. The egg will keep me aroused, but I need him inside me. I look out over the ocean. The moon has disappeared behind a cloud. I can just make out my panties on the railing in front of me. I wonder if they're still wet. Like me.

I'm suddenly aware of my neglected nipples, hard and standing up in the cool night air. My husband notices as well, and he reaches out and fondles them, rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers. He pulls and twists, keeping them erect, and I wonder briefly if I can have a nipple orgasm. But then he pinches them, a stab of pain shooting straight to my groin. I groan loudly, the egg still vibrating deep inside me. He looks at me with a small, sadistic smile.

"Perhaps we should put clamps on these."

I whimper quietly and shake my head no. He stares for a long moment, then reaches for the bag of toys. I expect him to pull out the clamps, and I close my eyes for a second, but then he brings out the clit vibrator instead. The one with the soft rubber cup-shaped tip. The one that sends pulses deep inside my swollen, sensitive bud. The one guaranteed to send me into paroxysms of pleasure.

He pulls a chair over and sits in front of me. His cock points up at me, still pulsing and throbbing. He holds the toy close to my pussy, and I move my feet further apart to brace myself. When I hear the buzzing I think I'm ready, but I'm not.

He makes me wait until I look down at him through hooded eyelids. He meets my gaze, then puts his hands behind my thighs and leans forward, the tip of his tongue touching the tip of my clit. My breath catches as he licks me lightly, languorously, making slow circles around my needy bud. Oh god, oh god. Then he pulls away and picks up the still buzzing vibrator. He touches it to my clit, just a tap, but the jolt of sudden pleasure makes me jump. He pulls it away, then touches me again, holding it against me a few seconds longer. Fuck, fuck, I am so close, please don't stop. He keeps touching and withdrawing, touching and withdrawing, an expert, exquisite tease. I am on the brink, the egg vibrating in my pussy, my slippery, sensitive clit throbbing between my legs. He keeps up the tease, and I am panting now, my body quivering in the doorway. I look out to the inky darkness, the stars shining brightly overhead, waves lapping quietly in the distance. It is so beautiful, and I am so turned on, but he won't let me cum. I beg him with my eyes, silently, pleading for release, my body undulating. Just when I think he will never let me cum, he presses the terrible toy hard against me and keeps it there, the vibrations pulsing deep, not stopping, and I throw my head back and crash over the edge.

I shatter and shake and scream. The orgasm is overwhelming, obliterating me, filling my body with wave after wave of intense, unrelenting pleasure. I can't think, I can't breathe, all I can do is jerk and spasm standing there in the starlight. I keep screaming, oblivious to where I am or who can hear me. When he finally pulls the vibrator away from my throbbing clit, my eyes fly open. He is shushing me, his finger pressed to his lips, grinning.

"Fuck," I hiss, "fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

He puts the toy aside, staring at my still trembling body. He reaches around and cups my ass cheeks, pulling me to him. He puts his mouth on me, his tongue everywhere on my ravaged clit, and I arch against him and cum again, groaning loudly. He keeps his tongue moving, and I climax again. And again. I think that I've never been so aroused, or so wet. It's too much, and I moan and try and pull away from his greedy mouth.

"Stop," I plead, whimpering loudly. "Please. I can't cum anymore."

He sits back to gaze at my still convulsing body, then reaches for the vibrator again.

"Sure you can."

He turns the vibrations to high and gives me a big smile. No, oh god, no, my poor clit can't take any more. I pull violently against the cuffs, shaking my head, but of course I can't get away. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. He makes me wait, and when I finally exhale he puts it on me, holding it hard against my super sensitive bud. I gasp, the vibrations pulsing deep inside me, and the real world disappears and I cum again, thrashing and screaming, my body overwhelmed by sensations of pure, perfect pleasure. I think I will pass out, but I don't, and he takes the toy away but I keep trembling and moaning, sagging in my bonds, sated and totally exhausted. I would collapse to the floor if it weren't for the cuffs keeping me upright.

I open my eyes and look down at my husband. His cock is still thick and hard and very, very erect. Copious amounts of precum leak out of the tip. I can't believe he didn't cum just watching me.

"You haven't fucked me yet," I whisper.

"I know," he growls. "Let's take care of that."

He pulls the egg out of my pussy, puts it in the bag, and takes out the biggest dildo we brought. He slides it easily into my wet hole without preamble, pushing it up as far as it will go.

"No," I whimper. "I need your cock in me."

He doesn't respond, just grins again, reaching into the bag and taking out the bottle of lube. My eyes widen as I realize how he is going to take me. I moan when he plunges his tongue into my mouth, his need palpable and urgent. He moves around behind me, and I stare out into the night. My thong is still on the railing, mocking me. When I feel the cold lube on my puckered hole, I groan and struggle again in the cuffs. He pushes a lubed finger up into my dark hole, and I try and relax my ass, but I can barely breathe. The dildo already fills my cunt, and my ass is about to be filled as well. I whimper into the darkness, my body completely, totally his.

He reaches around and fucks me with the dildo. I'm still so wet, and it slides in and out easily. I can't stop moaning. When I feel the tip of his cock against my hole, I stop breathing. He pushes into me steadily, taking his time, his swollen, hard shaft sliding slowly into my ass. I am so tight, so fucking tight, and I gasp, but he keeps pushing and finally I feel his balls against my cheeks. His cock presses against the dildo, only my thin membrane keeping them apart. I'm being fucked in both my holes, and I groan again, a deep, guttural sound coming somewhere from the depths of my soul. I've already cum so many times today, but somehow my arousal knows no bounds, and I float close to the brink yet again. He is thrusting in and out of me now, moving the dildo in sync with his cock, and I feel his desperate need as he moves faster and faster, his breath coming in short gasps. When I clench my asshole around the base of his cock, he erupts and roars out his pleasure, plunging in and out of me furiously, spurting his jism deep into my long, dark tunnel. His orgasm pushes me over the edge, and I cum as well, convulsing, crying out, my pussy and ass clenching at the overpowering sensations flooding my body. But this time my eyes are open, and I look out at the sea and the sky and the stars and think that I have never felt such overwhelming love as I do now.

After a long while he stops pumping, his magnificent cock finally spent. I luxuriate in the afterglow of being fucked so completely, rocking my hips against him. He runs his fingernails up and down the sides of my body, and I shiver. The cool night air has kept my nipples hard, and he reaches around and fingers them for a moment, then cups my breasts in his hands. I feel his mouth next to my ear.

"You belong to me." His voice is husky, possessive, his cock still in my ass.

"Yes," I whisper, "always."

He kisses my neck, then pulls out of me and moves back around to where I can see him. He takes the dildo out of my pussy slowly, deliberately, and I quietly moan. He takes my face between his hands and gives me another soft, sensuous kiss, his lips lovingly grazing mine. I return the kiss, but exhaustion suddenly sweeps through me with a vengeance. I am so... very... tired.

"Let me down, please." It's all I can do to speak.

He reaches up and quickly uncuffs my aching arms. I can barely stand, and he scoops me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down and slips off my stilettos. I fluff up the pillows, curl up and close my eyes. He climbs into bed, pulls the duvet up to cover us, then wraps his strong arms around me. The last thing I feel is his warm breath on my neck before I fall instantly asleep.

(To be continued)