As a relationship matures and things become more routine, it is inevitable that the sex life takes a hit. There is a reason that there is a cliche about married couples not having sex. Despite being married for 20 years, we were luckier than some in that we did still have sex and it was good sex too; for us, the reality of married life was the dip in quantity rather than the quality. Like most couples in a long term relationship we had established what worked for us sexually, so variety also took a hit to some degree. I think it is more to do with reassurance rather than laziness, but we both had our go-to routines and performance styles, and if I’m honest, there is nothing wrong with that. What I did to my wife certainly made her orgasm, and what she did to me, certainly made me cum like a train. 

However, occasionally things moved from the satisfactory sex common in marriage, to the epic sex often found in the early stages of a relationship. For my wife, this is always when we stay in hotels. From the moment we book a hotel there is a noticeable change in her demeanour. She gets horny and develops an appetite for more adventurous sex. As soon as we get into the hotel room she becomes slutty. The change of scenery, the anonymity of being a transient in a room that thousands of other people have fucked in and the association that hotels have with sex, fires up her hormones and she becomes totally detached from the more respectable wife I bed at home.

The last hotel we stayed in was a small country hotel quite near a lake we sometimes dive. We had planned to spend the Saturday and Sunday SCUBA diving in the lake, practicing some skills and shaking the kit down before a dive holiday the following week; I therefore booked the hotel for the Saturday night to save us driving back and forth whilst tired. We had a couple of good dives on the Saturday pushing down to around 25m. I managed to check the weighting on the camera, check the housing for leaks, and the routing for the strobe cables. We also practiced some fundamental skills and generally made sure we were happy with what we were doing under the water. By 3pm we were happy to call it a day. We dropped off the cylinders for a fill, and as we began to sort out the kit and pack the van, I could tell my wife was starting to shift from ‘dive mode’ to ‘hotel slut mode’. 

“Oh the irony” she joked as she packed up her dry suit. “Now this is off and I know we can check in, I’m getting wetter than I was underwater”.

With everything packed, we jumped into the van and I put the hotel’s address into the sat nav. We both still had our thermal undergarments on, so before I set off, I effortlessly slid my hand down the front of my wife’s elasticated leggings to quickly tease her. She was not lying. My fingers glided into her, the soaking wet lips of her pussy pulling them in. “Wait” she purred, taking hold of my wrist and removing my hand from between her legs. In order to tease me back, she seductively sucked on my fingers that had ever so briefly invaded her. 

It was a ten minute drive from the lake to the hotel, but it felt longer.

We checked in and made pleasantries with the receptionist. We chatted briefly about the diving; our attire and the gear we had with us making it blindingly obvious what we had been doing. As we suspected, the receptionist told us that the hotel was popular with divers due to its proximity to the lake. After getting the customary brief about keys, doors and breakfast, we headed up to our room.

Once in, my wife grabbed her little overnight bag from our soft luggage and with a spring in her step rushed into the bathroom. As I sorted out my kit, I heard her turn on the shower and yell through the door “stick some porn on the TV babe”. I pulled out an HDMI cable from my travel cable pouch, plugged it into the wall mounted TV and connected the other end to my iPhone. Soon the sound of my wife showering was accompanied by the sound of fucking from the TV, albeit I kept the TV volume respectfully low, as not to annoy anyone in the room next door. 

I too needed a shower to wash all the lake crap out of my hair; I was tempted to join my wife, but I knew we would end up fucking in the shower, so chose to wait. I knew she would have something far dirtier planned if I was patient. So I stripped off and lay naked on the bed watching porn. It was 4pm.

It was about 10 minutes later when my wife emerged from the bathroom. Naked with her wet hair slicked back over her head. She had thickly applied some garish bright red lipstick. Her pussy was shaved smooth. She walked seductively past the bed on which I was sprawled and went over to my phone. 

“I think we need something a little kinkier than this” she suggested, scrolling through our phone porn collection. 

I got up and headed into the shower, leaving her to choose what ever accompanying visuals she wanted.

I did not need 10 minutes!

As I stepped from the powerful jets of water, clean and refreshed, I reached for a towel, but stopped myself. I decided to remain wet, and opened the door to our room.

My wife was on the bed, legs open with her left hand gently playing with herself, whilst she watched the TV. On the screen was a three-some. The woman was on top of a man in a classic 69, whilst the third man stood behind her, fucking her as she sucked greedily on the other cock. My wife never turned to face me as I entered the room, instead she just barked “Hurry up, this pussy wont eat itself”.

I moved to the end of the bed; quickly crawling up it and between her open legs, my face rapidly replacing her hand as the instrument of her pleasure.

As I lapped at her labia and drank in her wetness her hand rested on my head, pushing me in deeper and harder. My hands pulled at her arse cheeks, trying to open her up even more as I had my face pushed into her glistening flesh. My fingertips touched something hard, and I instantly knew she had one of her jewel tipped butt plugs inserted. My cock ached under me, desperate to be engulfed inside this woman’s body, but she was in control now, she was dictating the pace.

Some men treat eating pussy as foreplay; the appetiser before the main course to which they try and speed along so they can get onto the fucking. Me, I like to eat pussy, and have no desire to rush it. So with no game plan or schedule, I just dived in and enjoyed my wife’s pussy. I kept it up as best I could, but all too soon she was writhing around more than normal, trying to hold me in place without looking at me. Her hands now tightly gripped my hair, it felt like it was being ripped from my scalp. She was soaking wet, more vocal, and her language had taken on a cruder vocabulary; I knew her orgasm was imminent. 

Suddenly she pulled my head up and my eyes locked onto hers for the first time since I had gone down on her. She had a feral lustful look, like a wild animal; “Don’t you fucking dare stop eating my cunt” she growled. 

As a dutiful husband and lover, I always make sure my wife has an orgasm during sex. If she hasn’t cum whilst we are fucking, I’ll go down on her and finish her off orally. But as soon as her orgasm hits her, she normally pushes me off and clamps her hand tightly between her legs as her pussy and clit get hyper-sensitive. Which is a shame, as I love feeling her spasm on my face and I love drinking down her juices as she is in the throws of orgasm. 

I knew that the vulgar order she had just issued was her way of wanting me to over-ride her instinctive rejection of me at the point of orgasm and push her through to experience what ever lay beyond.

I reached out with my hands and tightly gripped her slender wrists, pinning her hands down under her cheeks and pushed my face back into that inviting pink maw.

“Oh god yes” she cried, as her body fought against me. I felt her arms struggle against my grip, genuine attempts to pull free; her hips twisted to try and dislodge my mouth from its attachment to her pussy. I resisted the urge to lick harder, but concentrated to maintain the same rhythm as before, gently scraping the tip of my tongue to the side of her clit. 

“Oh fuck” she cried, “I’m cumming, oh fuck, stop, stop, no, oh fuck”.

She cried out and now I could feel her whole body thrashing about on the bed. I gripped her wrists even tighter, the muscles in my arms now beginning to ache against her struggles and continued to lick. My mouth seemed to be full of glorious sweet juices, and my wife’s pussy never tasted so good.

“Please stop” she pleaded, “I’ve cum now, so you can stop”.

But her prostrations fell on disobeying ears as I continued to administer my oral torture. Soon enough, her shouted commands to stop and her pleading cries gave way to mewing and whimpering as she rode the downward slope of her orgasmic wave. I felt her body physically relax in my hands as she lay there panting while I began to bring this bout of pussy eating to a close.

As soon as I was content I had taken my wife fully through that first orgasm and she was on her build up to the next one, I stopped.

I climbed up on the bed, ready to mount this wanton woman below me, but my wife had other plans. She rolled over onto her front, before pulling herself up into the doggy position, her hands firmly on the top of the headboard. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

“What are you waiting for? You better fuck me to another orgasm or else” she snapped.

I looked down at her rear. The glint from the blue gem embedded in the butt plug nestling in her arse complimented the raw redness of her swollen pussy lips, framed by her milky white thighs. I gripped the base of my cock to align my helmet with her cunt, and unceremoniously pushed it straight in. The heat and the wetness was electric; as was my wife’s guttural cry of pleasure as I sank my cock deep into her.

“Oh yes baby, fuck me” she yelled as I withdrew almost to the point of removing my cock, before plunging it forcefully back in. I slowly began to withdraw for a third time, but my wife pushed back onto me, clearly needing to be filled. I spanked her right arse cheek hard, the slap sound filling the room a split second before her cry of pain.

Again I slowly pulled my cock almost free and again my wife pushed back onto me. I delivered a second slap, almost on the same spot as before, this time even harder. She emitted a defiant sound, a cross between ‘CUNT’ and a painful grunt.

This time she had learnt, and patiently awaited for me to fill her with my cock. It was fun to tease her.

“Sluts need to be patient” I told her as I ran my finger over the end of her butt plug, putting just a little pressure on it to mess with her nerves.

The moan was involuntary and I knew she was building again.

So I began to fuck her with a steady rhythm, throwing in the occasional arse slap to keep her alert and receptive to other stimulus. As we rutted, my senses were awash; the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall, the creaking of the bed, my grunts, the spanks and my wife’s cries and vocal vulgarities; the smell of sex and of fresh sweat; the image of my wife bent over, presenting herself for my use, watching my cock glistening as it goes in and out of her raw flesh; the taste of pussy still on my tongue.

It was too much, and I knew I was about to cum.

My wife was perceptive; she could feel the change in me before I did. As I was about to let her know I was going to cum, she once again looked over her shoulder at me, and with the same wanton cold eyes she locked my gaze and growled “Come in me you filthy cunt, I want to feel you fill me up”.

I gripped her arse with my hands, my fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, as I grunted and unleashed four or five heavy spurts deep inside her.

All the while she held my gaze.

When we make love at home, we often do it so that we can cum together. As she orgasms I love the feeling of her pussy contracting and releasing around my shaft, which usually sends me over the edge causing me to cum. On the occasions when I cum before she does, as a considerate lover, I get down between her legs and work on her clit with my tongue. The fact I’m happily licking her cum filled pussy coupled with the fact she was close anyway is normally enough to send her over the edge.

This time I felt no contractions, so with the final twitching of my cock in her depths, I knew I still needed to bring her off, especially as I had pushed her so far past her last orgasm!

Before I could pull my cock from her, she ordered me to lay on the bed. With her still on her hands and knees, I knew what was she was after.

This was new. This was the horny dirty effect hotels have on my wife. This is where she feels safe to try new things, to push her own boundaries. 

I knew better than to think about it, I knew I just had to live in the moment, not think, but react. I quickly pulled my cock from her and dropped onto the bed, rolling on my back and shuffling up the covers slightly, so my face was between her knees.

I wanted to close my eyes, but I was transfixed by the view. Oh I had seen her used pussy, open and dripping cum many times before; but never from this angle. That and the blue of the butt plug catching the light from the window was a magical sight.

I opened my mouth, determined not to let my wife down as she trusted me with this intimate act, and waited for her to lower her pussy onto it.

My wife had sat on my face many times. She even once rode me whilst I wore a dildo gag and harness; but for both of us, this was a first. Never had she presented me with a used and full pussy before.

I ate my wife with gusto using the same technique I always do. She tasted different, but not unpleasant. I felt our combined juices on my tongue; a stream of my cum ran into my mouth as she ground her cunt onto my face. Within seconds I no longer cared about her cream pie, but instead I concentrated on her building orgasm. Soon my licking was not really doing much except lapping at our juices, as my wife started to fuck my face, trying to grind her clit on anything hard as she clawed and pinched at her own nipples.

“That’s it” she cried “clean me up you dirty bastard. Eat my cum filled cunt”. 

She ground away, lost to the second orgasm of the afternoon. Determined to eat every part of her, I reached up and grabbed her thighs as soon as I felt her start to cum and opened my mouth, letting our juices leak from her as her muscles spasmed and twitched in her pleasure.

As she crashed from her orgasm, she rolled off me, a look of bliss and contentment on her face. I crawled up next to her, and gently holding her head in my hands we kissed; a deep and long kiss, sharing everything still left in my mouth.

When we parted, I stood up and retrieved the GoPro I had set up on the side and slowly passed it along her body, filming all of her in this post orgasmic state. She smiled at the camera, then felt down between her legs, dipping one then two fingers inside. I moved the camera closer. She gently withdrew her fingers and held them up for me to film. 

“You dirty boy” she lovingly chided “you really did clean me up, there is hardly any left in there.”

“You’re worth it” I reassured her, before turning off the GoPro. 

My wife stood up and turned off the porn on the TV. Then we both stopped and slowly turned to face each other.

In the now silence of the room, we could clearly hear the guttural sounds and rhythmic banging of a headboard from the room next door.

“Looks like we inspired the neighbours” laughed my wife.

“Now, shall we get dressed and go have some dinner?”