Anniversary Trip 2

To celebrate our first anniversary, my wife, Jane, and I decided to have a long weekend in the Highlands of Scotland. We both loved the seclusion and the dramatic scenery. We set about searching Airbnb for the perfect little cottage. Nothing immediately grabbed our attention, everything was either booked or out of our price range so we left it for the night, vowing to find something.

When I came home from work the next day Jane was obviously pleased with herself. Her pretty face was beaming and she was bouncing on her ankles as I walked in, making her generous breasts bounce delightfully.

"I've found it," she squealed, "Come and look."

She led me to the dining room where she had the laptop setup and sat down. She showed a listing for a small stone cottage with a small lake right behind it. It was perfect, what was intriguing was the description which mentioned a private island. How that was going to be within our budget, I had no idea, but it seemed to be.

"Looks absolutely perfect," I told her, leaning over her shoulder. From this position, I was looking straight down her top and her excited jiggling was causing a definite stirring in my pants. "Let's book it quick before someone grabs it."

"I already have," Jane confessed, "I hope you're not angry, it was just too good to miss."

"Of course I'm not angry," I reassured her, lifting her chin towards for an affirming kiss. Her mouth opened for the second kiss as her arms snaked around my neck pulling me in. My hand slipped downwards and started stroking her left breast, feeling her nipple stiffen through the silky material.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, "I've been waiting all day for this." Arching her back, she demanded more attention for her breast. I slid my hand inside the low neckline of her top and ran my nails over her soft, sensitive flesh. Teasing her, I ran my fingers gently over her nipple, trapped within her lacy bra, before contuing to stroke her breast. Her breathing quickened and she pulled me in harder for deeper and more passionate kisses.

"Please," she begged, "I need more."

Enjoying the responses I was getting from her body, I continued with the gentle stroking with my nails, occasionally cupping and squeezing the breast before pinching at the nipple through the lace. My cock was now fully erect and straining at my clothes. Sounds of pleasure mixed with those of frustration as Jane squirmed in her seat, desperately trying to direct my hand to where she wanted it.

"Aaaaah," she moaned as I finally pushed my hand inside her bra, my fingers making direct contact with her stiff bud. Working within the constraints of the lacy prison, I stroked and massaged her sensitive orb, rewarded with deeper kisses and moans.

Standing, Jane pushed the chair to one side and hopped up onto the table. Opening her legs, she grabbed the waistband of my trousers and pulled me towards her. As our crotches met, she wrapped her legs round me and we continued kissing, grinding our pubic areas against each other. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my cock, even through her jeans.

"Fuck, you make me so horny," I growled at her.

"Honey, I can tell," she purred back, "Now are you going to use what your packing between your legs or are just going to talk about it?"

Resuming our kiss, our hands went to each others trousers and frantically tried to undo them. Jane succeeded first and pushed my trousers and boxers over my hips to the floor, freeing her prize of my 7" dick. She grabbed it greedily and started stroking its full length as I continued to work on her trouser fastenings. I'm not sure how I was supposed to concentrate with this sexy nymph playing with my cock but eventually I managed my task. Reluctantly, Jane released her grip to steady herself as I roughly pulled her jeans and knickers off. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, making my cock jerk in anticipation.

"God, I'm so wet for you," groaned Jane lustily as she spread her legs. Her pink labia, nestled in neatly trimmed blonde hair shone in the light as her juices dripped slowly onto the table. As I stepped forward once again, she grabbed my cock and lined it up with her entrance. It was clear from the lust in her eyes that this wasn't going to be any drawn out, tender love making session. She needed the immediate release that could only come from having her pussy filled with cock, and I was more than happy to oblige.

"Yes baby," she screamed as I grabbed her hips and drove into her for all I was worth, my balls slapping noisily against her flesh, "Give it all to me.". Neither of us had had many sexual partners before we met, but from the first time we made love our bodies just seemed to fit each other perfectly. Jane's ankles crossed behind my back as she pulled herself deeper onto me with each thrust, her moaning becoming higher in pitch and more unintelligible as we abandoned ourselves to our lust. I would never tire of the feeling of her tight, wet channel gripping me all the way down my length, giving and extracting the maximum stimulation for both of us.

"Cum with me baby," Jane panted desperately, neither of us were going to last long at the pace we had set. I didn't think it possible, but her words spurred me on to pound her pussy harder and faster. Her eyes rolled back, her back arched and she let out an animalistic roar as her orgasm hit. The first spasms of her pussy and the flood of juices flowing over me was enough to trigger my own massive orgasm. Burying myself to root, we held each other tight and close as out bodies shook and pulsed with our fading climaxes. My penis, now soft and tired, slipped out of its warm embrace, followed by large globs of my sperm that dropped on the table.

"Just wait till we go away," promised Jane, giving me a final, tender kiss before hopping off the table and putting her trousers back on.

A couple of months later we were driving out of Inverness, en route to our anniversary cottage. A quick look on Google Maps showed that the cottage was miles from anywhere so we had loaded up the car with all the food we needed. Armed with very precise directions from the owner (turn left opposite the house with pink windows, look out for the carving of a squirrel at the end of the driveway) we found our destination just as the sun was starting to set.

The stone cottage looked even more beautiful in reality, especially in the warm orange light of the setting sun. We parked up and brought all our stuff inside. After she had sorted out our clothes, Jane went to explore the back of the house whilst I finished putting the food away. Once I was done, I poured a couple of glasses of wine and went to find her. The back was even more stunning than the front. The lake was about 5 metres from our back door and disappeared over the horizon, flanked by pine trees along the banks we could see. The private island turned out to be a small flat spit of land a hundred metres away from the nearest bank. There was a rowing boat tied up not far from the back door. We toasted our anniversary and our luck at finding this idyllic hideaway. Sitting on the outside bench, Jane leant back against me as we sipped our wine watching the current ripple the surface of the lake.

After a long drive it wasn't long before we were both ready for bed. I got changed into some loose shorts, whilst Jane slipped on a cute, pink silk babydoll nightdress trimmed in white lace. Seeing it float half way down her thighs, showing off her smooth, slim legs, my cock automatically started stirring and twitching.

"Would you mind if me just cuddled tonight?" asked Jane, eyeing the tent appearing in my shorts, "I want it to be special and I just feel tired now."

Assuring her I felt the same, we got into bed and got into a comfortable spooning position. Jane's head rested in the crook of my elbow while my other arm was draped over her mid-riff, just under her breasts. My semi-hard penis was pressing gently against one of her butt cheeks. Craning her neck backwards slightly, we kissed goodnight and settled down.

After a while, with the combination of the dark and relaxation I couldn't tell the passage of time, I felt pressure against my penis. Concentrating, I could feel Jane's arse pushing backwards and wriggling slowly. As much as I desperately didn't want to disturb her, my cock had other ideas. Acting on autopilot, it responded to her movements in the only way it knew how, growing to its full, stiff length, pressing harder into Jane's buttocks with nowhere else to go. To my surprise, I felt a hand come between Jane's legs and pull the waistband of my shorts down, exposing my cock.

"Are you..." I started to ask.

"Do you really want to finish that question?" interrupted Jane, manipulating my stiff meat between her thighs. She gave a satisfied sigh as it nestled lengthways between her labia. I don't know how long she had been lying there thinking of this, but there was already hints of heat and moisture against my skin.

Agonisingly slowly, she rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy lips along my length. Purring as the ridges stimulated the sensitive flesh, gasping when she misjudged how far she had moved and my tip rubbed against her tight entrance, moaning when she got everything just right and my helmet brushed her clitoris. With one arm still trapped under my wife, my free arm made the short journey to her ripe breasts. Her nipples already standing proud, she had told me in the past how she loves the feeling of silk rubbing against any of her sensitive spots. With that in mind, I did my best to avoid touching her nipples directly, but tugged and pulled the material of her nightwear as I caressed her tempting curves. She responded with satisfied moans, pressing her pussy harder against my cock before returning to her gentle rocking.

Unable to resist, my hand became firmer in its actions, massaging her firm flesh and teasing her nipples between my fingers. Wanting more, Jane quickly slipped her free arm through one of the thin straps, fully exposing one breast to my touch. I longed to move round and use my mouth and tongue on the creamy white flesh and rosy bud, but I had to satisfy myself with Jane's soft gasps as my hand fondled and stroked her glorious orb.

Her juices were well and truly flowing now, generously covering my shaft as she continued to pleasure herself against it. I had never known a sensation like it, obviously not as satisfying as being enveloped by a hot, tight pussy, but the different textures, the soft giving flesh of her labia, the slickness of her juices and the slight roughness of her pubic hair, all combined into a sensual and erotic experience.

Shifting her hips slightly, Jane jerked backwards, lodging the helmet of my penis inside her tight entrance. I cried out at the change in sensation, gripping her breast harder as I felt the exquisite pressure around my hard tip. Jane's sighs intensified too as she resumed her gentle rocking motion, softly crying out as she took a little more of my cock into her sweet passage each time. Time seemed to stand still as she edged agonisingly slowly down my full length, the angle making her walls give extra resistance to my erect penis.

After an age, Jane had worked her way down to the base of cock, fully housing me within her hot pussy. Gently placing her hand on my thigh to hold me where I was, she leaned her head back over her shoulder, her slightly parted lips begging to be kissed. As I leant forward and pressed my lips to hers, I felt her flexing the muscles of her pussy walls, gently massaging their prisoner, who jerked in return.

Almost instinctively, Jane started rocking her hips again, sliding herself up and down the last couple of inches of my shaft.

"Oh yes," she sighed as I started moving my own hips in the with hers. I let her set the pace, not wanting to break this connection we had. All thoughts of kissing gone, she returned her head to a more comfortable position and picked up her pace slightly, driving down on my cock as I slid into her. We settled into a rhythm that was always pushing us towards our respective climaxes, but gentle enough for us to enjoy every sensation, every touch, every sound.

I felt a movement above where my thickness was stretching her entrance and guessed that she was working on her clitoris. My suspicions were soon confirmed as her hand slid down to her entrance, brushing the side of my cock as it withdrew slightly, before returning upwards, her frigging shaking the flesh around me. My hand still around her breast, I felt her breath deepen and quicken so I aided her stimulation by gently pulling and twisting her nipple.

"Oh my god," Jane moaned, her hip movements becoming more frantic. I moved my hand to her hip to help me stay inside her as a response to the increased violence if her movements by thrusting into her tightening hole.

A series of yes's heralded the arrival of Jane's orgasm. I held her onto me as her body writhed and bucked with pleasure, enjoying the ripples running through her pussy and along my cock. As her moment passed and her breathing steadied, I shifted down the bed slightly to get a better angle and resumed my own hip movements.

"Yes baby," Jane gasped, her pussy apparently still sensitive from her orgasm, "Use my tight pussy, fill me with your cum."

Craving my own release, I gripped her hip as I slid my full length in and out of her wet channel. With all the stimulation I had already received, the scent of her sex filling the room, I only lasted maybe a dozen strokes before my climax hit, pumping my cum deep into her waiting pussy. Exhausted, but happy, Jane turned to face me and we wrapped our arms around each other. This time we did drift off to sleep.

I woke up alone in the bed, sunlight streaming through the window. Once I had gotten my bearings, I decided to try and locate my wife. In the kitchen I found a hot pot of coffee, pouring myself a mug I stepped outside to see if she was enjoying the view. She was. I found her sat on the bench we'd used last night, legs slightly crossed. She'd found a small pink robe to protect herself from the morning chill. As she adjusted her position slightly to get more comfortable I caught a brief glimpse of labia and neatly trimmed hair poking out between her thighs. My penis immediately began to respond to the sight. It was only our agreement to pace ourselves for the weekend that prevented me from spreading her legs and fucking her there and then. But maybe there was still some way of taking advantage of the situation.

"Good morning," Jane smiled as she saw me. Putting my coffee down on the table, I knelt in front of her and gently pushed her knee to one side.

"Good morning," she purred this time as she responded to my touch by opening her legs and shifting to the edge of the bench.

Starting inside her knee, I softly kissed my way up the inside of her thigh, taking my time to enjoy her soft skin. Once her hair brushed my cheek, I could feel the heat coming from her already. Reaching the point where her legs met, I let my warm breath wash over her sensitive areas, teasing her. Jane let out a disappointed sigh as I moved to the other leg and slowly kissed up that thigh. Her hands were soon on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair, encouraging me upwards. Her sigh changed to contented as my mouth reached its target once again, my breath once again stimulating her as I waited for my moment.

A soft moan escaped her lips as my tongue stroked the outside of each of her puffy labia in turn, slowly turning up the heat. As much as I was loving the build up and teasing this tender pussy before me, I was desperate for a taste. The first touch of my tongue between her lips was like electricity. Jane's hips jerked her sex towards me as she yelped in pleasure, fingers digging into the back of my head. Slowly I licked at her tight entrance, lapping up the flowing juices, revelling in their sweet musky taste.

Her pleasure was all I was interested in that morning. As her moans and writhing hips told me I was heading in the right direction, I increased the pressure of my tongue, dipping it into her honey pot drawing little mews of pleasure in response. Encouraged, I quickened my pace alternating between lapping at her slit and darting my tongue into her. She tightened her grip in my hair as she ground her pussy against my mouth and tongue. Taking things up a level, I drew the flat of my tongue across her stiff clitoris, just the way she liked, finishing with a flick of my tongue against the sensitive nub. I slowly repeated the movement several times, enjoying hearing Jane gasp a little louder each time. Pressing my lips to her protruding flesh I gently sucked on her clitoris, sending shivers through her body. She already seemed to be in heaven, moaning loudly, hands pulling at my hair. Everything intensified as I flicked her clitoris rapidly with my tongue. Time stood still as her body froze and tensed up before releasing her orgasm with a loud, "Yes", her body pulsating with pleasure. Lifting my face up to hers, she pressed her lips to mine in thanks.

"Mmmm, I taste good with coffee in the morning," she purred seductively.

The rest of the day passed without any major activity. We found a map of walks in the area and spent the time exploring. That's not to say there was no activity, we took every opportunity and invitation for a gentle grope, or pressing each other against a tree for a kiss or grind. We enjoyed each other's company and the fresh air before returning to the cottage.

After a quick shower, Jane suggested taking a picnic over to the island. After all, what's the point of having a private island if you don't use it! I grabbed a blanket as she threw some bits and pieces into a basket she had found and we set off to the boat holding hands. She climbed in and sat in the bow while I untied the boat and sat between the rowlocks, facing her.

As we drifted away from the shore I grabbed the oars and started to get into a rhythm. A familiar look crossed Jane's face and I could tell she'd just had an idea that turned her on. I didn't have to wait long to find out what it was as she gently bit her bottom lip and started slowly unbuttoning her cotton blouse. Slowly the curves and cleavage of her upper breasts were revealed followed by the dark blue lace of her bra. The pale skin of her stomach was next to be revealed until she undid the last button and let the blouse hang open. Looking direct into my eyes, she pushed the loose material to the sides, exposing her breasts, constrained by lace, hard nipples visible through the delicate material. Smiling, she stroked and fondled her breasts, pushing them together to enhance her cleavage before letting them fall as her fingers sought out her nipples. Her eyes started to drift away dreamily as she rubbed the stiff buds, soft "Aaahs" escaping her lips.

As I watched her performance, one hand slid over her stomach in into the waistband of her shirt skirt. Her sudden intake of breath told me her fingers had found her sensitive spot, but even with her legs open, I couldn't see anything up her skirt. As she tried to rub herself, she struggled with the restriction of her skirt's waistband. Smiling seductively at me, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it up her thighs, displaying her matching lace knickers to me. Raising herself off the boat, Jane hooked her thumbs over the elastic of her underwear and eased them down her thighs to her knees where she let them fall to the floor. Running her hands back up her thighs, she spread her legs, giving me a full view of her delicious pussy.

One hand continued its journey upwards before sliding inside her bra, while the other dipped two fingers between her lips before homing in on her clitoris. As you can imagine, my cock was responding robustly to this display, standing tall and pushing against its material prison. Seeming to realise this was probably a short journey, Jane didn't waste any time teasing herself and went straight to two fingers furiously rubbing at her clitoris and before long she was panting lustily as her climax approached. An extra squeeze of her breast and jamming her fingers into her pussy pushed her over the edge as she leant back against the front of the boat to let her orgasm flow through her.