1 comments/ 35715 views/ 0 favorites Keeping It Hot By: drsweetlove Lorenzo and I have been married for ten years and have two children. Our sex life has always been good but every now and again we need alone time to really spice things up. So we decided to go to New Orleans. Halloween fell during the weekend that we selected. Lila, my wife suggested that we plan our costumes in private as a surprise for one another. This meant that I was in for a delicious weekend. Lila's sexual appetite is surpassed only by mine, that's why we have made such a great team all these years. The flight was short and uneventful. Lila had booked a hotel right on Bourbon Street. We would have a great view of the parade Saturday night. Halloween was being celebrated all weekend long. I hope we make it out of the hotel to see some of it. The weather was unusually humid for October and I ready for a cold drink and hot sex with Lila. When we entered the room I drew open the heavy drapes to reveal a great view of the French Quarter. I left the drapes fully drawn and began to unpack. After unpacking our bags I stood facing Lila about to change clothes when my thoughts changed to staying undressed. I told Lila to take off her dress. She backed against the wall and looked at me with questioning eyes. "I think the desk will support us," I said while testing it out. "I thought you wanted to change and get a drink." I replied, "I'd rather eat and drink you." Her lips parted and she started breathing faster. She was turned on and her long dark nipples were puckering visible through the flimsy material of her haltered dress. I unbuttoned my slacks and slid the zipper down to ease my fast growing erection. Peeled off my slacks and shirt. Leaving me in my boxer and a fabulous erection peeking through. I sat down in the chair next to the desk to watch my wife, along with any passers by. She slowing loosened her hair from the ponytail she was wearing. Then she slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. All the while watching me. I licked my lips in anticipation of the first glimpse of her dark thick nipples. God how I loved sucking them until she screamed in pleasurable pain. Her breasts full and luscious more than a handful but not excessive, were now in plain view. The dress hung on her full hips. Ready to be yanked off by my insistent hands. She just stood there daring me. But I held on. "Drop the dress Lila and your panties," I commanded. As she bent over to remove the dress I got a view of her tits smooshed together. She replied seductively, "I don't have on any panties." I was hard and on edge. She always affected him this way. My wife is 5'7," 38C tits 24 inch waist and 38 inch hips and sexy. Come to me Lila. As she did I noticed that she had shaved her pubic hair clean off. My dick began a dance of it's own. Now I was not just peeking through the opening of my boxers Freddie was completed through the opening and pressing insistently against my stomach. I pulled her between my thighs, cupping her full breasts and rubbing her long nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her head rolled back and a moan escaped her beautiful lips. I pushed her back a little lest I loose control without feasting on her scent-sational pussy. I helped her up onto the hotel desk facing me. Then spread her legs wide open. She was eager and leaned back onto her arms for support. I gently placed her legs over my shoulders and she braced them on the chair. I wanted to dive right in but I also wanted her to be primed when I plunged deep within her. She was already wet and her scent filled his nose. God how I love this woman. She moaned again when I breathed hot moist air onto her open pussy. I licked my finger and slid it across her clit and she jumped. I backed off a bit licked my finger again enjoying the taste. I inserted a finger inside and could feel her walls clamping around my finger. She gasped. She looked down at me. The sight of my gruff white fingers against her caramel skin sent my dick into another spastic dance. I continued to stroke long and easy. Her clit swelled and I was careful not to touch it yet I wanted her on the brink. And to do that I would need to use my tongue. I dove right in licking and lapping like I was afraid her pussy might disappear. She tasted like peaches and womanly musk. Her thigh shivered and her ass lifted off the desk. I continued licking my way to her clit. Then I curled my tongue around it and sucked. She bucked on the desk determined to get as close to my mouth as humanly possible. Pussy juices sliding down my chin. I wanted her to come so I teased and tugged on her clit more. Finally she broke, lying flat on the desk twisting her hips and clamping her thighs against my ears. Her feet pushed the chair. I stood up away from the chair as it fell to the floor. My mouth never left her pussy it tasted too good. She breathed heavily. I asked her if she was all right and she replied, " I'll feel better when you are deep inside me." She chuckled lightly, licking her lips but stopped abruptly when I slid my dick along her mound and between her lips without entering her. She was hot and slick. I looked at my dick gliding across her pussy and almost lost my load. She has always said that my dick is a piece of art, thick long and veiny with a big purple head. I knew I could not hold out much longer. I eased the head in to her hot slippery box. She gasps at the fullness every time I enter her. She loves how Freddie fills her tight pussy to capacity. When I was completely inside her I did not move. Lila opened her eyes and said, "I love you." With that I gripped her hips and pumped slowly. "Keep your eyes open sweetie." "Kiss me Lorenzo. I want to taste me on your lips and tongue." Well ratcheted me a notch higher. I complied, thrusting my tongue past her lips mimicking the rhythm of our lovemaking. She gave as much as she was getting. I could feel her tightening around my dick. She wrapped her long legs around my waist enabling me to sink deeper into her hot slick pussy. She yelled, "take me home stallion" and that was alI I needed to hear. I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded filling her will all of my love. Moments later she cried out her orgasm clinging to me for all it was worth. Sluggishly I pulled out and lifted her off the desk. Carrying her over to the bed and lay her drained body. Lazy eyes stared up at him. They climbed under the covers to recover from that energy-depleting romp. Food drink and more play to come. They had yet to experience the quarter and show off their costumes... Keeping It Hot The nerve wrenching sound of metal wheels grinding against steel tracks was almost drowned completely out by the long blast of the big diesel's horn. Standing on the depot platform with my sweet little wife of only three months, it was a definite signal that for the next year, I would be thousands of miles away from her. I could only describe us as rabbits that last day before the U.S. Army said I had to report to Ft. Dix, New Jersey for deployment to Germany. We made love three times that morning and must have kissed goodbye a hundred times before this last passionate embrace on the depot platform. Grabbing my small personal bag from the dolly that carried my duffel bag along with other traveler's luggage, I blew her one more kiss and boarded the train. Fast forwarding, I arrived and settled in to the routine of Army life in a strange country. My one and only sense of connection to home came with mail call and letters from Melissa. She wrote religiously and sometimes I recieved two or three letters a day. On one occasion, she had written that my best friend Buck had just returned from Japan and had came over trying to find me. I made one of my rare phone calls that night (very expensive) to give her a number that Buck could reach me. The very next night, Buck called and we had about an hour long conversation. He had loved Japan and while there, he had bought a lot of camera equipment, lenses, etc. that would have cost a fortune in the United States. I casually suggested that he could take some pictures of Melissa for me and maybe she could take some of him to send me. About two weeks later, I recieved a small package with "Photo's...Do Not Bend" written on the outside. Back in the barracks that evening, I tore into the envelope and found about thirty photographs. There were several of Melissa dressed in blue jeans and a pullover sitting on a park bench and a couple of her feeding the ducks in the park pond. There were two of Buck making his muscle man pose and then one final picture that made me a little curious. In it, Melissa was going up the stairs, dressed only in her little green negligee (which had turned me on many times) swinging a bottle of wine in her right hand. Even at the risk of seeming jealous or untrusting, I made a point of asking her about the picture in our next phone conversation. "Oh, honey," she laughed. "Don't worry about that. Buck came over one night and I told him I wasn't dressed and had to go upstairs to put something on. He just couldn't resist snapping that picture, but it was all innocent." For the next few days, I had so many mixed emotions. I was a little supicious, a little angry and a lot turned on. Turned on? This was something new. I was actually excited about some guy seeing my wife almost nude? In my next letter to Melissa, I managed to insert a little paragraph that said something like..."Oh yeah, that pic of you in the nightie really turned me on. Maybe you could send me a few more like that." In her next letter, she expressed some unclarity about what I was asking her to do. "Do you want me to ask Buck to take naughty pictures of me to send you?" She asked. "I don't know if I can do that." I was really beginning to get aroused now, so I placed a call that night. I explained that I really missed our sex and that if I couldn't trust Buck, who could I trust. "Just do a few naughty things, nothing drastic," I told her. Just something to remind me how much I missed her beautiful body. Our conversation ended with her telling me I should call Buck and let him know what I wanted because she didn't know how to approach him about this. I'll admit, I became a little hesitant about doing that but about a half hour later, I placed the call to Buck. After a few minutes of "buddy catch up", I kind of laid it on the line. I bragged on the quality of his photographs and wondered if he'd mind taking a few "intimate" shots of Melissa to send me. After a brief pause, Buck said, "You mean like Valentine, anniversary shots that wives do for their husbands?" "Yeah," I said. "Something like that." It seemed to relieve him a little and he said, "Oh, sure, we can do some of those." For over three weeks, I waited and waited. Only the regular letters came and then there was the brown envelope marked..."Photos...Do Not Bend". I was trembling as I opened the package. My cock engorged with blood at the sight of the first picture. You could see Melissa's nipples right through the thin gown material. It was a dissapointment from that photo through the rest. A few with black stockings or sexy looking outfits that really didn't show anything. "Damn", I thought, "Why didn't she open up a little?" We talked again that Thursday on the phone. "How'd you like the pictures Buck took of me?" She asked. "You looked great,", I said. "But I was looking for more like Hustler stuff instead of 'Naughty and Nice'," I joked. "You're so crazy," she said, "Buck almost went nuts taking those. If I get naked, he'd probably have a stroke!" Wanting to drop a huge bomb, I said, "Well, I'm waiting on the next batch, and strokes are optional. Maybe you could give a few yourself." Melissa changed the subject back to family and other subjects but I had a feeling a seed had been planted. Saturday, I recieved a letter from Melissa. In it she asked if I was gonna come home and be mad as hell if she sent me the kind of pictures I wanted. I replied, "Negative", the Army term for no. The next package of photographs showed Melissa in various stages of undress but always with black thigh high nylons. Her tits and pussy were on full display and in two of them I could see the leg of some other guy. In the last pack she sent me there was Buck sticking his big cock up her pussy from the back as she sucked some unknown dude in her mouth. As the months went on, there were four or five guys giving my little wife more cock than she could handle. I have pics of her fucking three guys in the park with her skirt on (no panties) and sucking more dicks than I can count. Thanks, Buck. For this fine photographic record of my hot little Melissa. Keeping It HOT I thought it was going to be a quiet night, particularly after such a long week. We went out to a mellow dinner and then watched Bill Maher's show on HBO. I decided to make us each a Nutty Irishman (Bailey's, Frangelico and cream) to enjoy while we cuddled on the couch. It felt wonderful, but when my cock briefly twitched I tried to will it back down - maybe in the morning, I thought, but not tonight. We'd gone at it twice already this week, had a spectacular time on Wednesday night, and the last 2 days had been draining. I'd been really thankful to have her emotional support - in additional to our quality sexual escapades - lately as things at work had been hectic. Well, hectic is understating things quite a bit - they'd been absolutely berserk. I idly rubbed her back while we watched the show, laughed and briefly discussed the week. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, then a couple on her cheeks. We laughed and enjoyed the show. As the show eneded and we quietly debated what to watch, settling on a DVD, I gradually slid my hand under her unbuttoned jeans, under her panties, and gave her right cheek a gentle but firm squeeze. I love the gradual rise and fall of her cheeks, then the rush of heat as I near the crease. It is relaxing, invigorating and arousing at the same time to glide over her gentle curves. I felt her shift a little. I rested my hand on her ass, enjoying her warm, smooth yet supple skin. Every few minutes, I softly kissed her neck, cheek or ear. When the show was over, she got up to the desktop and checked her email while I used the netbook to post something on Facebook about how great my fiance was. The wedding was still a couple of months away, but the preparations were beginning to wind down and we were both looking forward to the home stretch. We had both been trying to shed a couple of pounds and were starting to get there. When I turned around, she was smiling at me, wearing only her bra and some striped pink Victoria's Secret panties. This wasn't unusual - it was still warm in Arizona and it didn't make sense to wear a lot in the evenings, so I assumed she was simply beginning to strip down to go to bed. My choice of "strip down" wasn't an accident. She is successful professional with her own car, house and steady income, and deservedly proud of her independence. But as I've mentioned to her a couple of times, usually causing her to look sharply at me but then blush, she has the body of a stipper. Even after her breast reduction (not to reduce once-augmented titties, but to reduce her natural size), her upper body is impressive from any angle. Her form narrows from there but she's not rail-thin like Kate Moss. Instead, she curves out again at her hips and, as I have mentioned before, she has the most delightful rear cleavage I have ever seen. Truly, a delightful and spectacular ass, one that has generated countless glances and erections. Particularly on my part! I was lost in the moment. Abruptly, I realized I had been staring at her for more than just a glance. Almost apologetically, I quickly looked up to meet her eyes, and saw she was grinning. "Busted!" she said. I smiled: "It's... hard... not to look." She turned her delightul ass to me, and almost skipped down the hall. Then I heard, as the bedroom door opened "Well - get over here then." I half-expected to find her on the bed with the sheet over her as I walked into the room. But, no. She was standing just beyond the doorway, with her top off, admiring herself in the mirror. "You look good, but you know you do," I said, gliding over to put my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against me. "Soon, you'll be my bride." I kissed the back of her neck, then the side, and felt her weight shift back against me as her butt pressed against my shorts. I gently let her go as I pulled off my shirt. Still a couple of pounds to go, I thought to myself, but much, much better. She read my thought: "You should be looking at me, baby" and stepped over to me just as I slid my shorts off, and she appeared pleased at the outline of my gradually thickening cock. Her soft, wet lips lightly slid over mine, then pressed forward a little before sucking my lower lip in gradually, tantalizing me with a warm, wet, controlled kiss. "Um" was all I could get out and about all that was going through my suddenly electrified brain. One hand went up her back and the other down, delightfully discovering she had entirely disrobed. I sensed a subtle yet growing fragrace that reminded me of a combination of cinnamon, ginger and some sort of not-quite-recognizable Indian spice. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she groaned into my mouth. Even though this lasted less than a minute, my cock was already almost painfully stretching my boxer briefs. It jabbed out into her belly a little. "What's this? Do I need to lecture him again? He has no manners!" She bent down, kissing down my chest and belly, while her hands pulled the briefs down the back of my ass. This had the result of revealing him like the stereotypical pole in a tent. "Is he crying?" she said as she leaned forward. She looked up at me and subtly licked her lips. My knees almost gave away. "Let me wipe away those tears with my tongue." She blew hot air onto him, through the briefs, as I whimpered out a "Baby, please..." "I won't make you, beg, baby" she almost whispered while revealing him the rest of the way. She lovingly bu firmly raised my fat dick slightly with her fingers while her tongue almost pulled the bulbous, mushrooming head into her mouth. She started on the head and then worked slowly down, stopping to bob back up a couple of times. I rested my hands on her head and fought off pushing her head down at all - some small part of my brain realizing she didn't need any help from me for her technique. "Fuck, baby, I love when you suck my dick. Uh... I know you like it because when I touch you later... fuckkkkkk... you're going to be so wet. Yeah, get that cock." When of many blessings in life is that she really gets turned on when giving my oral pleasures, usually even more so when I talk to her while receiving her mouth's loving attention. She glanced up at that point, started to come all the way off, then reversed and bobbed down, getting towards the root, while simulaneously sucking a little harder. A winning strategy. I slowly directed us to the edge of the bed. Before she ever gave me these sensational oral pleasures, she had promised when she did that she would make my knees weak. At the time, I thought she was saying this just as a seduction ploy. But, she'd meant it and I didn't want to collapse on the carpet. When I got to the edge of the bed, at first I sat there while she bobbed and I moaned incoherently. "I can't take it, let me lean back a little, it's so good... suck it, suck it, Sweet Thang, suck my cock, lap up those sweet tears" and so I leaned all the way back, lying down on the bed. This changed her angle considerably and I saw her shift up slightly, taking a more firm grip on the base with her hands and the shaft with her glistening, vacuuming lips. She bobbed. I don't know how long it went on, but there were fast bobs and slow bobs, lots of slurping and then I felt a recognizable, better-than-anything tingling in my balls. Somehow her mouth was vibrating. I realized her efforts were about to be a little too productive. I shifted slightly onto my side and muttered "No, wait, baby, I want to fuck you so bad. You must be sopping wet by now. I want to taste you, too, I know how sweet your honey must be by now... Wait, wait..." Just in time, she stopped. I could feel my heart pounding. She got up on the bed next to me, crawling onto her belly. She looked directly into my eyes, burning with passion. It was almost like a dare - so I took her up on it. Without saying a word, she pushed herself slightly up and her shoulders raised. Her blessed, magical booty came up next. It was like she was reading my mind. Unreal. I moved behind her. For a moment, I considered tasting her delicious honey I knew was flowing freely. As I said before, she almost always got wet from sucking me and as her juices flowed and descended I've found that the hornier she is, the sweet and more delectable she tastes. But she pronounced "Fuck me, baby, give me that cock, give it to me... taste me another time, I just need to feel you inside me right now." I pressed the head of my dick against her lips. She was so wet, I swear she dripped on me as I was coming up. I meant to just push the head in and feel around, evaluating her moisture gradually, moving into her 1/4 inch at a time (I love that slowly sinking feeling), when she almost abruptly slammed back into me, pushing my cock about 80% of the way into her pussy. I heard "Yeah, baby, give it to me, mmmmmmm, give... ME... THAT...... FUCKING STIFF COCK!!!!" come out of her beautiful, so talented mouth. Well, yes, ma'am. You have earned it. I heard the sound of a rush of air coming out of her mouth as I then hit bottom. I'm pretty sure I grabbed her hips and squeezed her ass. I'm pretty sure at one point I dipped my hand around and pressed and swirled around her clit. I'm also pretty sure I completely lost my mind and track of time. I recallr glancing over at the clock and noticing that the numbers were blurry. Then, I saw that sexy picture I put of her on the nightstand, with her brilliant smile and gorgeous curls. Not helping, I thought. Gotta keep cool. Then I was lost again inside her. As much as I love her delicious and aggressive blowjobs, there is nothing on earth like the feeling of her sugar walls. Even at the end of a long week, having expended some considerable energy on her knees, having a bit of a buzz and getting fucked vigorously from behind, her magical pussy seemed to have special powers. What brought me back, finally, was the greatly increased tightening. I came to, and saw that her head was pressing against the bed. I had one hand around her shoulder to keep her comfortable and the other one supporting her waist as I pulsated in and out of her beautiful, nearly gushing pussy. "Yes... more, yes... more... yes... uh.... more... uh... Let me, let me, let me... uh... cum, let me cummm." she was saying. Her body started moving down on the bed, getting almost to the very edge, and lowered as well, pressing me to ram into her even harder and deeper. I was bending even more than usual at the waist and my cock my nearly corkscrewing into her. Her hips started to lower quickly, almost collapsing, and I helped guide her down. I looked at the side of her face, as she now pressed her head against the bed and let herself go for it. The tip of her tongue, which had caused me such delights, was between her lips and it looked like she was sucking it harder than she sucked my dick. Her cheeks were entirely flushed. It looked a little like her eyelids were quivering. "Take my cock, take it, I am filling you up, I want you to - (big thrust) - feel this!" Once her hips were down, both hands moved to her luscious ass cheeks. I said "I'm squeezing your ass baby, I can see you getting hot. I can see you're getting close, uh, your pussy is squeezing me so hard, it's so tight, it's so fucking wet... too... give it to me, now, baby. It's so good, your pussy is so good, my cock feels like it's 10 feet long and 2 feet wide. Uh, I'm going to wait, you're not going to suck the cum out of my cock, baby, nooooooo, I don't care how tight your sweet little pussy gets." And, with that, she came with an eruption. One hand gripped the sheets, the other formed a fist and pounded it twice. She shouted something but I was lost to it. I could feel her pulsating around me, and some gentler aftershocks. Without warning, and while moving very slowly and deliberately, I shot into her as her ripples ceased. I stayed in her until I softened and then rolled off. I put my leg over her upper thigh and ass, curled my arm around her and we drifted off together. The... best... fiance.... EVER!