A Vacation to Remember Ch. 01

It was their first vacation for a few years. Isabella (Izzy to her friends, Iz to her husband) and Tony had decided on the more expensive "suite" at the chain hotel, just to treat themselves. They were in town to visit their kids and grandkids. But spending time in a slightly more upscale hotel, all by themselves, seemed almost as important as the visit. They had always sacrificed: for their parents; their kids; and now their grandkids. They always thought about themselves second. So they agreed that spoiling themselves where and how they could was now a good thing.

They drove in from out of state that afternoon and checked in. They dumped their bags and hurried off to visit the family. The extended family ate dinner together, and the grandparents enjoyed watching the grandkids do what kids do. But now they were out of the craziness and opening the door of their sanctuary.

The cool air hit them as they walked in. The evening sun streamed through the open curtains of the bay windows across the living area. They reveled in the peace and quiet, and moved their suitcase into the bedroom and unpacked while they chatted. He grabbed a bag he had brought without Izzy's knowledge and took it to the bar area in the living room. He extracted two bottles of very good wine he had brought and two nice wine glasses. He left the other items in the bag and opened a bottle. He gave each of them a "generous pour." He sipped his glass and approved of the vintage.

Tony looked around the living area of the suite and, for the first time noticed that there was an adjoining room next door, the kind with a lockable pair of back-to-back doors between them. He looked at the hotel website and discovered that this suite was expandable, through the adjoining room, to become a two bedroom, three bath suite. He idly wondered if anyone was staying in the adjoining room.

He snuck behind Izzy into the bathroom and began filling the oversized tub, wishing he had remembered bubble bath. He dropped his clothing in a corner of the bathroom and walked into the living area of the suite as naked as the day he was born. He took a glass of wine in each hand and walked over to his wife of four decades, dick bobbing with each step.

Izzy turned around and her eyebrows went up.

"Is that for me?" she asked as she looked from the glass to his semi-erection.

Tony handed her a glass and flexed the muscles that made his dick jump. "Yes." was all he said. They clinked their glasses in toast to a happy marriage and a well-earned vacation.

"I've got a bath running in that tub that will definitely fit us both. I'd really like to relax in the tub for a while, put a dent in this bottle of very nice wine, and then have sex for as long as we are both able to. What do you think?"

"Yes." was all she said. Izzy handed her glass back to her husband as she walked toward the bathroom, disrobing along the way.

Tony got to the door just in time to see his wife bend over to pull off her last item of clothing, a sock. It stopped him in his tracks, as it always did, to see Izzy's ample ass, in all its glory. He felt the familiar tingle in his crotch when he glimpsed her hairy lips peeking out from between those glorious cheeks. Although he probably had seen her naked over ten thousand times in their married life, Tony still loved to see Izzy with her clothes off. The way her full breasts hung. And the way they swung or bounced when she moved, the way her beautiful butt swayed when she walked, and the way her labia looked, peeking out of her full bush. It all still made his heart skip a beat.

Tony let out a low whistle as Izzy straightened up. "Damn, woman. You still look good! As long as my vision holds out, I'll never get tired of looking at you naked."

Izzy rolled her eyes at him. She knew how much Tony liked the times when they were both naked around the house. And she knew how often he said he enjoyed seeing her naked. But like most women of any age, and virtually all women her age, she did not believe that her body was attractive. Where Tony saw a curvy, "Rubenesque" figure, Izzy saw a saggy, overweight, old woman. Over the years though, he had said things like this to her often enough that, even though she didn't believe they were true, she was convinced that he believed it. And she loved him for it.

"Get your horny butt in the water," she said playfully, as she sank down and sighed.

"I will," he said. "But I want to pamper you a little bit." He went back to the bag he had the wine in, and got a couple of scented candles. He lit them and placed them near the tub. Then he topped off her wine glass. He started some mood music on his portable speaker and turned the lights off. He brought in bottles of luxurious shampoo, creme rinse, and body wash he had bought. He got into the large tub with her and sat with her back to him, between his legs. Over the next twenty minutes, he washed her hair and body, lovingly and sensually.

Though he fully intended for this to lead to sex, he wanted to take time to let his wife know that he loved her (and her body) in more than just a sexual way. It took some self-control to keep from pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts as he washed her chest. Instead of pinching, he just ran his soapy palms across her hardened buds, firming them up even further. But his real test of self-control came when he got her to sit on the edge of the tub, so that he could wash her 'private parts.'

His slippery hand ran over her pubic mound and he worked the hair into a lather. He used the edge of his hand and ran it between her legs. He slid it across the cleft in her vulva, feeling her own heat and wetness mix with the water and the soap. More than anything, he wanted to rotate his hand and feel one... or two... or three of his fingers slide inside her pussy. But he gritted his teeth and continued. His hand trailed along her anus, and while he washed her lovely little pucker, he resisted the strong urge to let a slippery finger slide inside it. He slid the side of his hand back and forth from pussy to ass a couple of times before telling her that she could sit back down and rinse off.

Izzy looked at her husband with clear disappointment on her face. "You can keep 'washing' me if you want," she said hopefully.

Tony's dick jumped slightly at her words. He loved pleasing her. And he really loved hearing in her voice that he had turned her on. "I promise you, my love, that I will do any and every thing you want me to do. But not yet. I have just a little more pampering to do."

Izzy sighed and sat back down, taking another drink of her wine. Under the guise of getting all of the soap rinsed away, she took the opportunity to rub her clit and slide a finger into her pussy a couple of times. It caused her to shudder.

"Uh uh," Tony playfully warned. "No masturbating while your husband bathes you." He moved to the other end of the tub and took one of her feet in his hands. She sighed again, this time with contentment, as he began massaging her calf and foot. In the course of the foot massage, he took the opportunity to spread her legs apart, from time to time, giving him a good look at her swelling pussy. He rubbed her feet with the moisturizing soap until she was literally purring like a cat.

When Tony was finished, he stood and looked down at his wife, reclined and clearly relaxed, but nipples still standing at attention. She looked as lovely and sexy as she had when they married. "So... " he said, "are you ready to move to the bed for some love making, or would you rather just cuddle and keep relaxing until you fall asleep?"

Izzy looked up at his now only half-erect dick, and in her most sultry voice, said, "Oh, I definitely want to cuddle. But not right now. If that thing will get good and hard again, I want to fuck!" Tony's dick twitched and immediately began to harden further. She rarely cursed. And almost never used the "F-word." But in a sexual context, when she used that word, it turned her husband on, without fail.

She stood and let him help her from the tub. She moaned her approval while he softly, carefully, lovingly dried her entire body. She drained her wine glass, enjoying the slight giddiness that was coming along with the alcohol.

When Tony dried himself and walked into the bedroom, candles in hand, Izzy was lying across the bed, head hanging over the edge, drying her hair. Her feet were flat on the mattress. Her knees raised and spread apart. Tony just stood and stared. This was a sight he never tired of seeing. Her legs were just far enough apart for him to see how swollen and wet her pussy was. The inner lips had plumped up and opened like a sexy flower. Her clit was engorged, glistening with her juices, and the same deep red color as her vaginal canal, which he could just glimpse. As he stood staring at her, almost drooling, he watched as a trickle of her natural lubricant escaped her pussy and slowly made its way down the crack of her ass. Tony grabbed his phone and took several close up snaps of this most beautiful of sights. Then he placed the candles on the bedside tables and turned off the bedroom lights. He turned the bathroom lights on and cracked the door to make sure that he could see everything while they had sex. Then he moved to the bed.

Tony laid on his stomach and put his face between Izzy's legs. When she felt his presence, her knees shot apart as far as they would go and she widened the distance between her feet on the mattress. She wanted to give him all the access he could want. He licked up the trail of juice that he had just taken a photo of. He started by pushing his tongue between her cheeks, as far as it would go. Then he moved up her butt crack, as slowly and teasingly as he could manage, catching every iota of her delicious nectar. When he crossed her perineum and reached the source of her juices, he pushed his tongue inside, deeply enough that his nose hit her clitoris, making her jump and moan. He lapped at her pussy like a man who is dying of thirst might lap at a pool of water. Izzy ground her clit against his nose, rubbing up and down, until there was a sudden intake of breath.

"Ohmygawd!" she rasped.

When her orgasm hit it grabbed Izzy's body like a rag doll. She tensed, spasmed, shook, and moaned. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Tony's tongue. And her breath came in uneven gasps. Finally, her body relaxed into the bed and she sighed deeply.

"Oh baby. That was wonderful," she sighed. "Now it's your turn."

Tony raised his head from his 'work' just long enough to answer. "No. Not yet. I'm not finished here." He winked at her and lowered his head again.

He pushed her thighs up and apart, until her knees were almost to her chest. She locked her hands behind her thighs, pulled up, and pressed her hips down and apart, knowing what was coming.

Tony began to run his tongue across her anus. He loved doing this. And when she was in the right mood, she loved having it done. It felt so 'dirty,' and so taboo that whenever he did it, it just added additional spice to the evening. He licked around the edges of her starfish until everything was good and wet. Then he began to lick her puckered opening firmly and with specific intent. He wanted to penetrate her with his tongue. She tried to mentally isolate those muscles and relax them. When it happened, Tony's tongue slid several millimeters into her and the feeling sent shivers up her spine. He locked his mouth to her and began anally tongue-fucking her. Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, she felt small electric shocks across her pussy, especially her clit.

Sensing what Izzy was feeling, Tony reached around and got one of his thumbs on her clit and started rubbing, while he continued his oral/anal assault on her. In a surprisingly short time, Izzy felt another orgasm building. She could tell that this one was going to be huge.

"Ohgawd... ohgawd... ohgawd! Tony please don't change anything. Do exactly that... I'm cumming!" And with that, her entire body tensed completely. Every muscle was as tight as a snare drum head. Tony's tongue was caught in the vice grip of her anal muscles. She was stuck in that position for several seconds, until the damn burst. Fluid gushed from Izzy's vagina like a tidal wave. It soaked her husband's hair and beard, and threatened to drown him. She forcefully pushed his head away as her body did whatever it decided to do in its ecstasy. Izzy's pussy and ass spasmed so long and so hard that when it was finally down to just random jolts, she was exhausted.

Her breath was ragged as she panted, "Jeezus, Tony! I haven't cum like that in ages. Thank you for all your efforts."

Tony smiled up at her and said, "That all happened quick enough that I've still got some energy. I'm happy to spend some time licking your clit and fucking you with my fingers if you want."

"I don't think I could stand it right now," Izzy sighed. "Thank you though. Now why don't you come over here and let me pay you back." She giggled as she made a blowjob gesture with her hand and mouth.

"No," Tony replied. "I know that's not your favorite thing. So if it's okay with you, you can just lie still and rest, and I will use your pussy." He was on his knees between her legs, erect cock in hand. While he spoke, he ran the head between her labia, enjoying the hot wetness.

"Are you sure you don't want something more from me? I feel like I'm just taking and not giving." Izzy said.

"When you bathed me in pussy juice, you gave me everything I could have asked for. When you your ass grabbed my tongue, you gave me a gift. When you had two orgasms within ten minutes, you gave me a gift. I love your orgasms. And I always feel honored to help bring them about. So you don't 'owe' me anything. But right now, I just want to be inside you." With that, he pushed all the way in, in one easy stroke.

"Oh... that's nice," Izzy sighed. "Do it any way that will bring you pleasure. But the long, slow strokes you're using feel wonderful from my side."

"I agree," he sighed. They were lying face-to-face and he was slow-fucking her in the missionary position. She surprised him when she pulled his head to her for a long, sensual kiss. Tony knew that she did not care for the taste of her own pussy, much less her ass, but she had had just enough wine that now, she had his tongue in her mouth and they were both enjoying all the sensations they were feeling.

Somewhere in their distant consciousness, they heard, but did not really register, that the hall door to the room next door had opened and closed.

They had been slowly making love and kissing for almost fifteen minutes when they heard something through the hotel wall. It was a long, howling moan. Followed by a string of expletives, the voice clearly female.

"Oh yeah! That's right! Fuck me what that big dick, Daddy! Give me that dick! I want every inch of it! Fuck yeah! Fuck that pussy! Fuck it hard! Make me cum, Daddy!"

Then a male voice responded. "Yeah, baby girl. Whose pussy is this? Who owns this pussy! Fuck my big dick! Tell Daddy exactly how you like it!"

The woman's voice interjected -- "It's your pussy, Daddy. No one else can have this pussy. You make me so wet. Nobody fucks like you do, Daddy! Oh yeah! Just like that! I'm gonna cum, Daddy! Make me squirt my juice all over you! That's right! YESSS!" Then there was another series of long moans and grunts in both voices. Finally, silence.

Neither Tony nor Izzy had really noticed it, but their own thrusts had sped up dramatically as they listened to the other couple. When their next door neighbors both orgasmed, it caused Tony to do so. He grunted deeply and pushed into his wife as hard and deep as he could go. When his orgasm hit, he felt as though he had emptied a quart of cum into Izzy. He fell off of her, lying on his back, panting.

Izzy propped herself up on one elbow and reached over to play with his cum-covered, floppy dick. "Fuck me, Daddy?!?" she grinned and said in a stage whisper. "I thought that stuff was only in porn movies. You don't suppose someone is making a porn next door, do you? Or, you don't suppose that's really a father and daughter!"

Tony chuckled. "I doubt it. But stranger things have surely happened in the hotel. I think they're just a boisterous couple who were having a very good time."

"Yeah, but, 'Make me squirt my juice all over you,' seems a bit much, don't you think?" She was giggling as she talked.

"Says the woman who almost drowned me, not a half hour ago?"

Now she was laughing. "Speaking of which, we need to move this towel I was lying on when you so unceremoniously attacked my nether regions while I lay here, innocently drying my hair." She poked her husband in the ribs. "Seriously, as much as I gushed out, we need to move the towel before it soaks through to the sheets." They both got up and removed the towel. It was dripping wet and they were too late to save the sheets. Izzy said, "Well damn. I guess we should have moved it sooner. Want to draw straws to see who gets the wet spot?" She took the towel in and put it in the bathtub.

"Nah," Tony said. "It's on my side of the bed. But I'm liable to lie in the middle until it partially dries."

She came back in and held him tight from behind. As she hugged him, she said, "You can cuddle up to me anytime... Daddy! Now I've got to get back to the bathroom," she sprinted away. "I'm leaking!"

Tony blew out the candles and turned on a bedside lamp. When Izzy came back, she laid down on 'her side' of the bed and turned her back to him. He snuggled up and spooned against her. He draped his arm across her and held one of her breasts. He pressed his crotch against her ass and was pleasantly surprised when he felt another stirring in his cock. Izzy reached over and turned off the light.

"Good night, Tony. I love you."

"Good night, Iz. Love you too."

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Izzy was softly snoring when Tony rolled onto his back. He had dozed off briefly, but awakened when he heard voices from next door again. This time they did not seem quite as theatrical as they had before. There was more of an earnestness to them this time. But the message was much the same.

The woman was moaning and saying, "Oh... that's it... yes... lick it just like that. Oh, honey it feels so good when you suck on my clit. Yes. Like that. Put another finger in me. Oh... yes... I'm about to cum again. Please don't stop. Please... please... please... YES!" And then there was a long series of grunts.

Tony lay on his back, stroking his cock slowly through the entire soliloquy, wondering if he might be able to orgasm again. If this show continued, he was pretty sure he would. Just as he thought about waking Izzy, she rolled over.

"That's pretty hot, huh?" she whispered. "I can't believe it, but I'm ready to go again."

Tony took her hand and said, "Climb aboard." She threw her leg over his hip and mounted him. Her pussy was hot and wet again and he slid in easily. He held his thumb above his pubic bone to allow her to rub her clit against it as she rode him. Soon they were in a familiar and delightful rhythm. Both were beginning to breath heavily when they heard more sounds.

Izzy whispered, "What is he saying?"

"I don't know. Want to move closer to door to see if we can hear better?" Izzy nodded.

They got up and moved close to the adjoining door. Tony grabbed a chair from the dinette table and Izzy bent at the waist, holding the chair for support. Tony slid his cock into her from behind and began slowly fucking her again. This time Izzy used one of her hands to rub her clit. Tony had grabbed her upper arms to help support her. And they were both enjoying the feelings as they listened to:

"Oh yeah, baby. You know how I like it." They heard the unmistakable sound of someone giving a sloppy blowjob. "Yes. Go slower. I'm not ready to pop yet. Make it last. That's it."

Tony was trying to match the rhythm he was hearing through the door, but it was a little hard to make everything out. He pulled out of Izzy, causing her to make an unhappy noise. He quietly opened their door to the adjoining room. Now it was almost like being in the room with their neighbors. They could hear everything.

"My jaws are getting sore, babe. Why don't you lie on your back and let me ride you."

Tony and Izzy looked at each other and shrugged, as if to say, "Sure. Why not?" Tony lay on the floor and Izzy mounted him once again. She began to work up and down his shaft with her wet heat as they listened.

"That's good. You feel so hot and tight. I love the way my cock feels inside you. Not so fast. Just fuck me long and slow."

"But I have an orgasm starting to build. I'm going to need to go faster to cum."

"Go ahead then. Do it however you like. It just feels so good I don't want it to stop."

Tony looked up at Izzy and mouthed, "Yes. It feels so good." She nodded and began to speed up. She and Tony were trying to be silent, because if they could hear their neighbors, the reverse was also true. But both of them were starting to breath as hard as their neighbors were.

"I'm going to cum, Dean. Cum with me!"

"Oh jeezus, Jo. Oh yeah."

Tony and Izzy could hear flesh slapping against flesh and tried to keep their own movements quiet. Tony mouthed, "I'm about to cum." Izzy mouthed back, "Me too."

At the same instant, all four people orgasmed. The sounds of their breathing, grunts, groans, and squishy skin slapping together echoed through both rooms.

Izzy collapsed on Tony's chest, trying to control her breathing, when they heard a whispered, "Did you hear that, Dean? It sounded like the next door people were having sex too. It sounded like they finished when we did. Isn't that weird?"

Izzy reached over and quietly closed their door seconds before Dean opened the one on his side. "I guess we must really have given the neighbors a show, huh?" Dean quietly chuckled. "Who knew the walls were that thin?"

Tony and Izzy went into the bathroom to clean up and then went back to bed. They spooned again and Tony whispered. "That was so hot. It was almost like having sex with someone else in the room with us. The kinkiness is really exciting."

Izzy whispered, "Absolutely. I tried as hard as I could to be silent. But a couple of sounds slipped out." Tony just nodded against the back of her head. And they fell into a deep sleep.

End of Chapter 1

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