It has been almost four years since we have gone on vacation, our oldest daughter just turned three and our boy is almost two now. My wife was as excited as I was to get away for our anniversary; the thought of just the two of us alone in a hotel with out the children tugging on either one of us, was a thought sent from heaven. Our sex life has become practically non existent since our children were born. We both love our children, but our kids are a handful for my wife during the day, leaving her exhausted by the time I get home from work.
Work is where we met. I was 33 and she was 29. Although we worked in different departments, we were introduced through a mutual friend. After a few e-mails, we were dating, and then spending every minute together. I still remember the first time we made love, my finger tips gently gliding along her white and silky skin, my hands cupping her large 36 DDD breasts, while teasing her hard nipples with my tongue. Her long red hair gently brushed over me as I entered her slowly, her warmth accepting my thick, erection until I was deep inside her. I then carried her in my arms and laid her upon my bed. I moved in and out of her, with long strokes; slowly and first, then moving faster and harder as the passion between us exploded, and her back arched and she screamed out in pleasure.
Now, celebrating our sixth anniversary, we were heading down to the Oregon coast, the same place we celebrated our very first anniversary, but this time I splurged for a romantic ocean front room with a spa in the room made for two!
My wife slept most of the way in the car, I adored the way she fell asleep next to me, her petite frame falling forward, he luscious lips slightly open, and her breasts accented by the seat belt cradling her securely. I wanted to pull over right then and kiss those lips, taste her tongue with mine. I was so looking forward to spending the weekend together.
