My husband and I recently decided to take a vacation. With having been working so much and me and the kids both in school it seemed like, and rightly so, that we had not spent any really time together, quality or otherwise. I'd come across some inexpensive fares and thought it was a great time for us all to have some time off. School breaks were coming up and he had built up so much vacation time we discussed it and thought it was a good time to go back to the Philippines and reconnect. Plus there was the bonus of getting to visit family we hadn't seen in forever.
I called to make the reservation, we would be traveling in May during both of our birthdays, s and called home to tell them we were coming. The kids were excited to go, they wanted to stay with my family and spend time with their cousins and aunts and uncles. My husband and I, my husband especially, needs a bit more comfort so we found a nice condo with those things he likes, like hot water and air conditioning...lol..
Curiosity got the better of me, so I started looking around a bit more. I came across several cheap vacation packages, so we would have vacations in the vacation. We would get to do a little more than just lay around the condo. My husband objected a bit. He wanted to just lay around the condo, but eventually relented.
I found one package for a resort on one of the islands, Palawan, it is one of the tourist destinations. Just beautiful everything and resorts-a-plenty.. It sounded nice, the pictures looked great, so I went ahead and booked it. I also came across a hotel, it wasn't that far away from where the condo was so it seemed a bit too silly. But, the pictures of these beautiful rooms with these huge aquariums. My naughty sense started tingling and I thought about getting fucked in those rooms. I don't know why, but it was turning me on a lot. I grinned until my cheeks hurt.
As our travel date got closer something came up at work for my husband. We were going to have to change his reservation. He would come out a week later than us. The upside was we got to extend our stay since it was his vacation time we were using and it wouldn't start until he got there. The kids and I would go out the week before. I would get them settled and get our condo taken care of, then pick him up at the airport.
Funny story, we had tried that a few years ago, but missed each other at the airport, so he panicked and jumped in a cab armed with only the barest bit of knowledge where we were staying. He spent several hours in the back of that cab, after that long plane flight, but to the cabbies credit they found the place. If I haven't mentioned it, traffic in the Philippines can be horrible, it can take you hours to go 20 feet. I exaggerate, but not by much. We have since learned our lessons and when these situations arise are armed with all the information we need to find each other.
Travel day came. He dropped us off at the airport. We flew on a really long flight, we arrived tired, but we got there. My family picked us up at the airport and we spent the night at their house. I went and signed the papers for the condo and got settled in there. I called him and we video chatted and I walked the laptop around and showed him the condo. He threw me on the bed and had his way with me.
That week was pretty much the same. I spent time catching up with my family and the kids, reconnecting with my roots. I relaxed and decompressed getting things ready for his arrival.
The week went by quickly and the morning of his arrival I woke up early and got myself to the airport early to wait for his plane to come in. All went well. We found each other easily, preparing ahead of time made all the difference in the world. The condo wasn't too far away from the airport, so we would be home in a jiffy.
I mentioned how bad traffic can be right?
Well it was worse. He does not travel well and was sooo tired. Traffic was just locked up and moving slowly, but half an hour passed, then an hour. We were both tired of sitting in the back of that cab. Tho I have to admit it was nice. We were just sitting there, he had his arms around me and I had my head against his chest. I felt his chest move up and down and I listened to him breathe.
He squeezed me tight and I heard him start talking. He was making small talk about the week and what we were going to be doing. He squeezed me tight again and pulled me closer to him. He kept talking and I was answering him back, just passing the time. I thought.
He was stroking my upper arm at first, then down to my lower. He made his way down my side to the side curve of my ass then further down my jeans to my thigh, then back up again. He did that a couple of times and each time I felt a slightly different nuance to it. The second time, on the way back up my body he tugged at the bottom of my shirt and slid it up a bit. Then again on the way back his fingers were touching my skin. Then his fingers were under my shirt stroking my tummy.
His fingers made their way to the waist of my jeans, then again and his fingers were inside the waist of my jeans. Each time he was testing me a bit more to see how far I'd let him go. I wanted to see how far he would go. I have to say I was surprised how nimble his left hand is considering he is right handed.
Successively he unbuttoned my jeans, then unzipped them, then fingered the waistband of my panties before sliding his hand into them.
I shifted my body around to give him a bit better access. This wasn't going to be such a bad ride after all. I had my head in his lap at this point. I kept looking up at the rear-view mirror to see if the driver suspected anything. If he did he didn't let on. My husband's hand was working my pussy slowly. Stroking my clit, pulling my lips apart with his fingers, sliding down further, then back up. Oh fuck yes. I was soaked.
People in cars all around us, the cabbie about a foot in front of me. My head in my husband's lap and I could feel how hard he was against my cheek. He was stroking me faster almost daring me to make a sound and I was desperately trying not to. I started panting, I wanted his cock. I had my hand next to my cheek and started to slowly claw at his jeans. He slide two fingers inside of me and all but used them to pull me up a bit so he could get deeper inside me. I looked up and saw him grinning. Oh the cheeky bastard.
