After a Day of Skiing, Lauren and I Returned to Our Friends’ Cabin, Where I Pounded the Bitch
The walls to their cabin are thin but that didn’t stop us from a hard fucking.
Last year, I wrote about a fun quickie Lauren and I had at a mountain cabin owned by friends of ours before hitting the mountain slopes for a day of skiing.
Well, guess what? It happened again this past weekend at the same cabin.
On Saturday, after skiing all day with our friends and their children, we all loaded into our vehicles and drove back to the cabin. By the way, these friends of ours aren’t in the lifestyle, though they know we are.
When we got back to the cabin, Lauren and I headed to the guest bedroom, where we were staying, to shower.
No sooner had the door to our bedroom shut than I knew exactly what I wanted. The problem was that time was short as we all had a dinner reservation.
“Hey, how about a quickie?” I proposed to my wife as we undressed.
“We don’t have time, baby,” she responded, now wearing only her bra. “Maybe later?”
Her perfectly smooth vagina made my mouth water. I desperately wanted to eat her pussy but we didn’t have time for that and a good fucking, too. Between the two, I most desired the latter.
“How about now?”
“We don’t have time, darling.”
We fucked the night before and also this morning after coffee but before breakfast. I planned to fuck her again later tonight — right before bed. As for what I desired now, in this moment (some hot Lauren pussy), “maybe later” wasn’t going to cut it.
“Six minutes is all we need. You know that,” I countered, locking the door so no one, especially our son, might walk in on us.
“Six minutes is doable if that’s all it takes,” she said, unclipping her bra to reveal her beautiful, shapely 34D melons, which never cease to please my eyes — especially her large, pink nipples that once provided milk to our child and now were as fun to lick and suck on as a lolly pop.
“Are you in the mood to get pounded?” I asked her, stroking my dick as Lauren got on the bed, massaging her clitoris. I was pleased to see she got on her knees and into face-down, ass-up doggy-style position, ready for me to enter her from behind. She’d assumed the position.
“There can’t be any pounding,” she insisted. “People will hear us. We have to be quiet.”
“Like hell there won’t be a pounding,” I counter-argued, sliding my now-erect seven inches into her cunt. Her wetness delighted me. It always does.
I heard her gasp once I’d fully penetrated her, and then I slapped her on her ass cheeks quite hard.
“You’re being loud,” she said, faking her irritation.
Another slap.
“Oh, my god,” she whimpered, “you’re incorrigible.”
The headboard was now banging against the wall, so much so that we had to pause for a second to wedge a pillow between the headboard and the wall. Once it was in place, I resumed my pounding.
“Got me some hot Lauren pussy,” I teased.
She giggled.
I wasn’t counting the passing time but probably within four or five minutes of my entry she came. I continued to throttle her cunt through her orgasm, again slapping her ass cheeks.
“Oh, daddy,” she whimpered softly.
Another hard slap, leaving red marks on her ass cheeks.
“You like that, bitch?”
“You know I do.”
Then I slid all the way in her and exploded, pumping my beloved wife with my cum — spurt after spurt after spurt.
I leaned forward and kissed her back, as I always do.
“Not bad,” she said, still out of it. “Six minutes it was.”
We kissed and headed to the shower together.
Not until after we came back from dinner did we discover cum stains on the comforter from her dripping creampie. Whoops!
