The Weekend Get Away Part 1

(Part 1 of 3)

It was a Tuesday night in early October. Between work and school, it had already been a busy fall, so we were both looking forward to getting away for the weekend.

We’d found a mountain-top cabin about ninety minutes from our home and rented it for two nights. At least from the pictures we saw on the website, it was totally secluded and had an incredible view.

And since the leaves would be at their peak color in just a few days, we couldn’t wait to get there. The leaves weren’t the only things that would be at their peak though. I would see to that.

As we got ready for bed, I said to my husband, “So I’ve got an idea for the weekend.”

Of course he was immediately intrigued, which didn’t surprise me. I’m not saying I have him wrapped around my finger—that sounds a little too…manipulative? It’s probably better to say…I know what he needs and what he enjoys.

“What’s the idea?” he said.

I opened the dresser drawer and removed a bottle of lubricant and said, “Lie back on the bed while I tell you about it.”

He got undressed and did as I said. I sat down between his legs, opened the bottle and squirted some onto my hand. He started to moan before I even touched him. That’s what I mean about knowing what he enjoys. It’s in moments like that he’s just puddy in my hands…literally and figuratively.

I rubbed my hands together to warm the lubricant and cover both hands. Then, as he watched, I began to slowly, and I mean, very slowly, stroke him.

“The idea is this,” I said. “On Friday night, I’m in charge. I’ll decide on the meal, the movie if we watch one and whatever happens in bed.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said as he started thrusting his hips…a not so subtle hint he wanted me to go faster.

“I know,” I said smiling at him while continuing to stroke him just a little faster. “You can be in charge on Saturday.”

“Oh that feels good,” he said.

I continued to stroke him, but with a little more pressure. With my other hand, I carressed his balls just the way he likes me to touch them.

“So you like the idea of me being in charge Friday night, don’t you?” I said.

I knew his moans meant, “yes.”

“And you’ll be thinking about it the rest of the week, won’t you?” I said.

“I won’t be able to think about anything else,” he said, sounding like he was out of breath.

I kept stroking him while using a firmer grip with both hands, which caused him to moan louder. I had him completely within my control. I knew it, but even more importantly, he knew it.

“You like it when I have you by the balls,” I said. There was no reason to make it a question. We both knew the answer.

His moans and thrusts told me he was getting close to an orgasm, so I increased the speed of my strokes while firmly squeezing him with my other hand.

“I think I’ll wear my black bustier on Friday night.”

“Mmmm, I love that one,” he managed to say.

“I know you do,” I said. “I’ll wear my black heels, too. And a lot of make-up.”

“I can’t wait,” he said as he locked eyes with me.

“I might even buy a wig,” I said. “Maybe I should be a blonde that night. Or maybe a red head.”

“Surprise me,” he said.

I smiled at him, then leaned over and kissed him. He was hungry for me, but I pulled back and looked into his eyes again. “Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “You’ll be surprised.”

That’s when I suddenly stopped stroking him and added, “That’s all for now. You’ll have to wait.”

He kept thrusting for a moment, almost like it was involuntary. Or maybe he hoped I’d be merciful and finish him off.

“Oh, I was so close,” he said.

“I know how close you were,” I said. “That’s why I stopped. I want you to fully anticipate Friday night.”

When he could see he wasn’t going to get relief, he said, “Just wait until Saturday.” Then he smiled and went to the bathroom to clean up.

When he came back a minute later, I was on my back with my legs spread. Masturbating. “Getting you worked up, got me worked up,” I said.

He laid down next to me as I continued to play with myself.

“You’re an incredible wife,” he said while lightly carressing my face…then my neck…and then my nipples. “I love being married to you. And I can’t wait for Friday night.” He gave my nipple a light squeeze and added, “And Saturday night.”

A few seconds later I came. It was one of those really intense orgasms that also seem to just keep going and going. When it finally subsided, I really wanted to feel him inside me.

I almost pulled him on top of me, but didn’t. I knew he wouldn’t last more than a few thrusts and I had him right where I wanted him. He was horny and would remain that way all week.

I didn’t tell him I planned to arouse him again the next two nights, but still not allow him to come. I’d let that be a surprise.

Of course, that wasn’t the only surprise I had in store for him…

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