This story is the third part of a series and will make more sense if you have read the first and second parts. I hope you enjoy! -AlanProject
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Lisa and Alan pulled into the Retreat at 5pm after a pleasant wandering drive along the southern California coast, exploring small nooks and crannies of beauty. It was amazing, and it made Lisa understand why so many people put up with the pollution, traffic, and overbearing government to live there. They turned off the highway and into the hills, weaving through sloped streets as they climbed upwards.
The Retreat's somewhat pretentious bronze metal sign was partially hidden by the lush green hedge that towered over the road and seemed to stretch for half a mile. Alan turned the rental car onto the driveway and they passed manicured lawns, a few fountains and a pleasant garden crossed with walking paths on their way up. The building itself was only three stories and arrayed to face the ocean view. There were smaller buildings along the side, one apparently a gym and another with tinted windows that maintained privacy. The bright blue of a pool reflected clearly behind the gym building despite the umbrellas covering deck furniture around it.
The happy couple parked and brought their luggage inside and were met with smooth efficiency and professionalism. The check in was flawless, and they found their room already waiting for them with a minimum of hassle. They declined the help of the bellboy and walked to their room themselves. They had a tradition of having sex as soon as they checked into a hotel, and they didn't want any delays!
Their spacious third-floor room was dominated by a king size bed, with a fireplace on the wall to the right of the bed. A large sideboard held a TV and Blu Ray player, as well as a USB-outfitted music player/alarm clock combo glowing with a cool blue tone. To the left of the bed was a bedside table with brass lamp, a small writing table with The Retreat stationery and pen, a love seat and chair for reading, a small coffee table containing several magazines to appeal to various interests, and ending in a sliding glass window to a balcony with an ocean view. The setting sun sent sheets of oranges and yellows reflecting up from the foamy white ocean, creating the kind of beautiful deep glow you only get from the Pacific at sunset.
"This is just perfect. I can't imagine anything better. I'm so glad you bought that ticket!" Lisa said.
"Yes, the lucky ticket. This is amazing, and we have it for three more days. Let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest! And speaking of me getting lucky..." Alan encircled her in his arms, letting his hands roam down her chest to caress her breasts through her blouse.
A perfect end to a perfect day
Lisa thought, and leaned back into him as her husband touched her as no one else could. She rested her head against his chest as he massaged her breasts, sliding his hands up and down her torso for a pleasant minute before slowly unbuttoning her blouse. He bent over behind her, kissing her neck, cheek and ear as his hands continued their gentle strokes. Her blouse fell to the ground, followed quickly by her bra, as she yielded her body to his demands. His fingers caressed and rubbed her nipples and the sensitive undersides of her breasts, roaming across her ample curving bosom with a delicate sensibility. The saltwater residue from her earlier plunges in the ocean remained and created an odd sensation as her husband's hands caressed and played with her breasts. Her mind flashed to the image of her two Navy admirers cumming on her breasts and she felt a surge of wetness between her legs.
Alan lifted his fingers to her mouth, and she wet first one and then the other of his index and middle fingers with her tongue, and mentally sighed in pleasure as he took that wetness and encircled her nipples, creating the wonderful sensation of a tongue roaming across her breasts. They stood at the glass door with Lisa half naked, Alan' hands stimulating her breasts, while the sun set beyond the frothy ocean view. Lisa felt his hardness against her ass and desired to please and be pleased by her man. His hand roamed down and stroked her pussy but he held her tight and didn't let her turn around, forcing her to surrender to his touch.
Once the fiery ball dropped below the horizon, Alan pulled Lisa towards the bed in the fading golden light. Alan started stripping her naked, a sudden need upon him that excited her. He was swift in stripping her naked, and she loved that delicious contrast of him being fully clothed and her vulnerably revealed before him. The sunset bathed her in warmth as he stepped to the side and pulled over his suitcase and put it on the bed.
He's going to use a toy on me
she thought to herself, and smiled in anticipation.
To show her devotion and desire, Lisa knelt down on the warm brown carpet and began rubbing her nose on her husband's crotch. He smiled down at her and nodded, and they worked together to get him undressed. While he was pulling his shirt up Lisa deftly removed his semi-hard cock from his boxers and took it in her mouth. His groan of appreciation let her know that her ploy had worked. She began sucking enthusiastically as he finished stripping as best he could, and she helped him get his lower body naked without taking his hardening cock out of her mouth. He put his hands on her head and she increased her tempo, slobbering onto his pole and bringing it to maximum hardness.
In only a few minutes he pulled her up roughly, wanting more of her, wanting to take her. She loved that. He turned her abruptly and pushed her onto the bed face first, leaving her bent at the waist, open and inviting to his need to penetrate her. He plunged inside her without hesitation, and she grunted at that first delectable feeling of being filled. She was so wet that he moved easily, and he pushed deep inside her. His thrusts were powerful, driving her into the bed, pounding into her. She loved it. Sometimes she wanted to make gentle love and kiss in the moonlight, and sometimes she wanted to be thrown on the bed and fucked hard. Right now, it was the latter.
Alan's strokes led him to bury himself so deep in her that he was leaning forward at a forty-five degree angle, thrusting down and in, almost jumping up to crash into her. He paused and then pulled her hips backwards until she was back at the edge of the bed and straight up and down, to better control his thrusting. She reached back and he took her left arm, bent at the elbow, to hold her in place as he pounded her pussy over and over again. It was just what she needed. Lisa relished the feel as he slid in and out of her, rubbing her in spots impossible for fingers to reach.
