"I'll be back tomorrow unless you want to come with me," Henry looked hopefully at his wife, "I sure could use the company."
Doris shook her head, slowly at first then emphatically, "I think I'll stay. We have to pay for the room tonight regardless, we should at least make use of it," she turned away, "Why on earth did you agree to drive six hours, one way?" she turned and glared at her husband, "to pick up our nephew? Can't he take a bus? A plane?" She went over and flopped on the bed glaring at her husband, "We finally get away with a chance to get some private time and you leave for an entire day?"
"Andy's 6 foot 7 and would you want to sit shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of strangers on a bus for eight hours?" the man asked, "At 18 he probably could hitchhike, but Dick is coming down from Tahoe tomorrow to drive him home and who knows how long he'll be standing out there before he gets a ride. I owe him for last year when he drove to Seattle to get me." He came over and sat down next to his wife, "We have the rest of the week and I plan on wearing you out, but we do have some time before I leave, perhaps a quickie," he said stroking her thigh. He looked down at the hot and sexy woman. This was a celebration of their 30th anniversary and as neither had ever been to Vegas it just seemed like the right place. Doris had changed little since they were married, except for a few tiny wrinkles, and a couple of grey hairs on her lustrous blonde head, but she weighed almost the same except for a couple of pounds that settled on her already impressive chest. His hand slid under her dress finding her panty-covered mound. Another difference. When he first hooked up, she barely trimmed but now she just had a nice patch of pubes on her mons. It made it a lot nicer when he tasted her.
The woman sighed as his hand slid up to stroke her pussy. This was one reason they wanted to get away. Their youngest, now 18 was not like their two older daughters and was always home. Also, her mother had moved into one of the girl's bedrooms which was right next to the master and since then they'd had few moments where they could enjoy each other, especially since Doris was often vocal when she came. She opened her legs as his fingers pulled her panties aside.
Henry looked at the clock. If he drove fast perhaps he could be there on time, but he'd also need to cum quickly. He slipped a finger inside her wet hole sensitive to his wife's breathing and how aroused she was. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a quickie with his wife but driving down to Phoenix would feel a lot better having been intimate with this beautiful woman. He pushed up her dress, then pulled off her panties, "I will need to be quick, but even if I'm a little late I'm sure it will be fine," he said pushing her dress higher and off as she raised her arms over her head. He stopped, her face hidden, arms trapped, and pushed her bra up over large breasts. One thing about her body had changed since they'd met, her B-cups had become C or even D when she'd gotten pregnant and stayed that way.
At first, Doris wanted to free her arms, free her head from the dress, but they'd played with light bondage, it's been 20 - 25 years, but she remembered she'd loved the vulnerability. She felt herself eagerly wanting his cock inside her as he first played with her nipples, then sucked one then the other into his mouth. She opened her legs hearing his belt and zipper anticipating what she'd craved since they planned this trip.
Henry gripped his hard cock and pressed it against his wife's slit. Sliding right into her tight hole they both groaned at the same time. He was glad he'd decided to be a bit late as he drove into her harder and faster.
"Fuck me, Henry. Damn! I've needed this," she sighed.
"Tom, it's Tom," he pushed her leg up to her chest and spanked her ass, "You know how I hate it when you call me that wimp husband of yours," he moaned in a Boston accent. "I hope you never fuck up by using my name with him. "
Doris was shocked and suddenly more aroused. Five years ago, their neighbor Tom had groped her when they were alone at a party. He'd kissed her while pushing his hand under her top to feel her breasts. Tom was a big man, apparently in multiple ways as he had the only hands able to entirely cover her tits, which she still fantasized about. They both had been drinking and Doris had responded at first but when his hand slid into her panties and his fat finger entered her she'd come to her senses and pushed him off. He had been incredibly apologetic and backed away. Henry was sounding exactly like Tom with the Bostonian accent. "I would never...he is always working anyhow and we never had time alone anymore, so fuck me with your huge cock, Tom," she moaned.
Henry felt more power in his thrusting, slamming into her harder to make her tits bounce, "Fuck! I love fucking a woman with big tits," he hissed, "I wish Sue had tits like yours." He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth hard. "Next week when your husband's out of town I'm fucking these."
Doris was losing herself in the feeling of being fucked by Tom as she often found herself wishing that the man had gone further and taken her. She'd sensed he was gifted down there when he'd humped against her and if there is truly a correlation between hand size and...but she'd immediately felt remorse letting Tom touch her and later when she and Henry had crawled into bed she'd started crying and told him what happened. At first, he'd been angry, but then he pulled her close and told her it was ok. Then he surprised her asking if she liked it. If it aroused her. She cried that it felt good having a man desire her and in seconds Henry was inside her, aggressively fucking her. They'd never spoken of it again other than a year or so later he'd commented out of the blue that Tom probably needed to feel real breasts as Sue was very flat and he couldn't blame him.
Henry grabbed a flopping breast, mauling it unlike he'd ever done before eliciting a loud moan from Doris. "I never asked, but where are you in your cycle? I know Henry got snipped, but no way I'm fucking pulling out of a cunt this tight," he sighed.
"I don't care, you can cum inside me, it's close to my fertile time but I'll suggest his vasectomy wasn't done right, his brain is as small as his penis," she panted. Then she decided to try something out, "I'm surprised you didn't want to fuck me from behind this time. You always prefer that."
Henry pulled out, grabbed his wife's hips, flipped her over, her head and arms still trapped in the dress, "Ok, you asked for it. Maybe this time you'll let me finish in your ass...you keep promising someday," he said firmly as he pulled her ass up in the air and plunged into her. He didn't hesitate but put his whole weight behind his fucking while pressing his thumb against her puckered hole.
"Oh, my fucking Goooodddd!" Doris yelled out as she exploded. She'd never felt anything like this. Her pussy was being slammed hard as her husband drove repeatedly into her and feeling her sphincter open up increased the feelings of complete surrender to the man's taking her. She pushed back against his cock and thumb while grunting out obscenities, things she'd never said before.
Henry rode out her orgasm and as he drove his thumb to the hilt in her anus, he felt the aching in his balls rapidly increase, "Ok, let's get you knocked up. I'm cumming...Fuck, yesss," he sputtered feeling spurt after spurt fill her womb.
They collapsed together on the bed, both breathing heavily. Henry was still using the Boston accent as he stroked her large breasts, "I'll finish in your ass next time," he said softly.
Doris chuckled, "Wow, what came over you Tom? Usually, you fuck my tits before taking my pussy, you're not usually in that much of a hurry," she sighed, wondering how far Henry wants to take this, "You fuck my tits, then make me suck your cock, then you fuck me, though you always threaten to fuck my ass then cum in my mouth. Henry is much nicer. He treats me like a lady, you treat me like a whore, not that that's a bad thing," she said pulling off her dress the rest of the way. She turned and kissed him, "I'm surprised. I always thought you were angry with Tom and me for what happened."
"I was, but I suddenly realized, you know, once when we were showering, that if I were married to Sue as beautiful as she is, my hands would be itching to feel you. You have a spectacular body that all men would be thrilled to be able to touch...to get between your legs," he sighed.
