Hotel Sex

Not long ago my wife, Donna, and I went to a large city not far from where we live and got a nice room in a swanky downtown hotel. We’ve been married a long time, and sometimes we get away for hotel sex just to keep things interesting. After a hot, soapy shower we put on the hotel’s matching bathrobes and I led her into the room. We sat in the little couch facing the window and I opened a bottle of champagne. The curtains were open but it was a chilly fall day and the windows were steamed from our shower. I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, handing her one, and bent down to kiss her. We tasted the fizzy champagne on each other’s lips.

I stood up and loosened the robe, exposing my swelling dick. I straddled her legs and asked her to suck me. She smiled, took a large drink of champagne, and slid her mouth over my dick. The fizz of the bubbly and the work of her tongue brought me the rest of the way to attention, and she moved back and forth, pulling me in deeper each time, until my rocket was probing the back of her throat. She swallowed the champagne and the tip of my dick followed. She massaged the tender underside with her warm tongue and drew me slowly all the way out, sucking tightly on my tip. I almost came right then.

“Wow,” I said, exhaling deeply as my dick popped out of her mouth. “You are unbelievable.”

“I know,” she said with a smile. “What’s it worth to you?”

I knelt in front of her and untied her robe. I kissed her gently on the lips and we swapped tongues, a familiar gesture that always brought us closer together, even after all these years. I opened her robe and nuzzled her large, still firm breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other. She has always taken pride in her sumptuous tits, and she knows they are a surefire turn-on for me, and she moaned faintly in appreciation of my caresses.