The Weekend Get Away Part 2

(I submitted only part of the story a couple days ago. This is the full story.)
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 that 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 putty 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.

“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 moaned.

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

“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 redhead.”

“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 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 caressing 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 evening.”

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

On Wednesday and Thursday, I sent him a steady stream of text messages telling him what he had to look forward to on Friday night. His replies told me he was getting more and more aroused with every passing hour.

After we had tucked the kids in bed on Wednesday night, I sat down next to him on the sofa where he was watching TV and placed my hand on his thigh. I lightly grazed along the inside of his leg for several minutes as I slowly made my way toward his zipper.

He began to breathe harder as I unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his jeans. As I lowered his zipper, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the cushion. I opened his jeans and slid my hand inside the waistband of his underwear.

He moaned and lifted his hips as I took him in my hand. I was still for a moment then gave him a firm squeeze. I teased him for several minutes, then pulled his underwear down, bent over and took him in my mouth.

His hands were wrapped in my hair as he began to gently thrust in my mouth. I alternated between sucking, licking and nibbling on him. His reactions told me he was getting very close.

And that’s when I lifted my head, kissed him on the lips and said, “Well, that was fun.”

“That’s it?” he said looking genuinely surprised.

“Until the weekend,” I said.

On Thursday night, I turned up the heat a little. Again, after we got the kids to bed, I worked on getting him aroused.

I went to the bedroom and put on my skintight red dress that shows off my curves. He was at the kitchen table doing some work on his computer, so I walked in and started cleaning the kitchen.

At first, he didn’t even look up, but when he did, he saw me standing there taking a sip from a beer I’d opened. I knew the sight of the bottle against my lips would be enough to get him hard.

“Wow,” was all he could say.

I don’t know what he was working on, but all worked stopped once he saw me. I continued to load the dishwasher while fully aware his eyes were all over me. When I took a sip of beer, I made sure to let him see me lick the opening of the bottle.

Once I finished with the kitchen and the beer, I felt as aroused as he was. That’s when I leaned over the kitchen counter and pulled my dress up. I looked over my shoulder and grinned. He could see I was wasn’t wearing any panties.

He got behind me and took my ass in both hands. He squeezed and kneaded my cheeks as he kissed the back of my neck. There were no words, just moans as he began grinding against me.

I loved the feeling of being both powerful and helpless, of feeling in control while on the verge of losing it.

I felt him unzip his jeans and pull them down. A second later, I felt him hard against me. He was becoming more desperate.

With one hand, he pulled my head back and kissed my neck hard, almost frantically. I could feel his open mouth and teeth against me. I thought he was going to bite me. With his other hand, he reached around and began playing with my nipple.

Now I was moaning as loudly as he was. I was afraid we might wake the kids or that I would lose control, so that’s when I stopped him. Again.

“Felt good,” I said as I flashed him a wicked grin. “Just imagine how good it will feel when you get to finish.”

He gave me a playful slap on my ass and said, “Oh, just wait until Saturday when I’m calling the shots.”

“Yeah, well before Saturday, there’s Friday night when I’m in charge,” I said.

On our way to the cabin the following evening, we stopped and picked up Chinese food and a movie from Redbox. By the time we got unpacked and started the movie, it was almost 8:00 p.m.

The food was delicious, and the movie was fun, but I still had my plan to implement. So after the film ended, and he put the food away, I changed into my lingerie and black heels.

When he entered the bedroom, I said, “Get undressed.”

With my heels on and with him being barefoot, I enjoyed being just slightly taller than he was. I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and watched as he stripped off his clothes.

“I like being in charge,” I said.

He dropped his last article of clothing to the floor, looked at the clock and said, “Enjoy it while it lasts, because tomorrow it’s my turn.”

“Yes, but it’s not yet tomorrow, is it?” I said as I stepped closer. “Now put your hands behind your back and don’t move them.”

I was just inches from him with my eyes locked on his. With one hand, I began playing with his cock. I took his balls in my other hand and massaged them.

“How’s that feel?” I said.

“Incredible,” he said as he started thrusting into my hand.

“Don’t move,” I said while continuing to pleasure him with my hands.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?” I said.

“I’ve been close all week.”

I stopped what I was doing and laid down on the bed. He started to follow me, but I said, “I told you not to move.” He stopped and watched as I unsnapped the crotch, spread my legs and began to touch myself.

Keeping him aroused for several days had also kept me aroused for several days, so it only took a minute to bring myself to an orgasm. Because there were no kids or neighbors to hear, I was able to be very vocal, which I could tell he loved.

“Now what would you like?” I asked.

“I think you know what I’d like.”

“Tell me,” I said. “In detail.” I then continued to put on a show for him as he described what he’d like to do to me.

“First, I want to grab you and kiss you hard. Your mouth. Your neck. Your shoulders.”

I was getting close to another orgasm.

“Then I want to squeeze your nipples. And suck on them. Hard.”

“Go on,” I said getting very close to coming again.

“Then I’d get between your legs…”

I spread my legs wider and kept playing with myself.

“…and I’d thrust into you hard.”

“How hard?”

“Harder than you’ve ever felt.”

And then I came again, and it felt even better than the first one. Just as I finished, he started to crawl onto the bed.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

He looked surprised and stopped where he was.

“Alright, come on,” I said.

He wasted no time getting between my legs. I took his cock in my hand and guided it inside me. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He started thrusting hard and fast.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his thrusts with my own. I dug my nails into his ass and begged him to do me harder. Every thrust felt harder than the last.

While he pounded into me, I tightened my muscles around him and sent both of us over the edge. Our orgasms were long and intense, his especially after being aroused almost 24/7 for several days.

We quietly lay next to each other for several minutes, and then he said, “Wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow.”

“Mmmmm. Give me a hint.”

He smiled and said, “Let’s just say you won’t have to worry about being in control anymore.”

On Saturday morning, we slept in, then enjoyed our coffee on the porch of our cabin. It was a cool morning, but the sun made it feel just right.

I got up to refill our coffee when my husband said, “When you come back out, leave your clothes inside.”

I felt a tingle as I said, “As you wish.”

A moment later, I stepped outside and handed him his mug. It felt incredibly liberating to be completely naked. The air was just cool enough to make my nipples hard, but feeling the sun over my entire body was incredible.

I stood in front of him and leaned over the railing. It gave him a nice view from behind. I didn’t have to turn around to know he was staring at my ass.

When I turned around, I saw I was right. He was no longer reading his book. He was locked in on me. I watched his gaze drop from my face to my tits and then to my pussy and then back to my tits.

“Like what you see?” I said.

“Very much.”

I set my coffee cup down on the railing and then began gently rolling my nipples between my fingers. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I loved the power.

I closed my eyes and lifted my head and felt the warm sunshine wash over me while I continued massaging my nipples. It didn’t take long to get aroused.

“Turn around and put your hands on the railing,” he said.

As soon as I did, I felt him grab my hips and pull me toward him. He released me for a moment as he pulled his jeans down. Then he spread my cheeks and thrust into me from behind.

He held onto my hips and pounded me from behind. He was breathing hard against my neck as he continued to pound into me.

“Oh, that’s good. Harder.” The harder he thrust, the more my tits bounced and the closer I got to an orgasm.

After a few more seconds, I had a fantastic orgasm. When it was over, I could barely stand my legs felt so weak, but he held me up and continued to thrust in me. He started to moan as his orgasm started, and I had another one, too.

When he finally pulled out, I had to use the railing to hold myself up. “That was amazing,” I said.

He kissed my lips and said, “We’re just getting started.”

After we cleaned up and got dressed, we went into town to walk around the shops and have lunch. We got back to the cabin around 2:30 and both laid down to take a nap.

It was almost 5:00 when I woke up and noticed he wasn’t in bed. When I sat up, I saw he’d left a note. He’d gone to the store to pick up steaks to grill and would be back by 5:30.

I took a quick shower then put on a matching black bra and thong. Then I slipped into my most comfortable faded jeans, the ones with the holes in the thighs he likes so much, and a tight black sweater.

When I put my makeup on, I made my eyes dark and put on a dark plum shade of lipstick. I knew he loved this look and would immediately get him aroused…as if he wasn’t already.

The moment he walked in, he couldn’t help grabbing me by the shoulders and kissing me hard on the mouth. I can only describe his kiss and his touch as “hungry.” As he kissed me, I could hear and feel this animal-like growl from deep in his throat.

I almost laughed when I thought about how he’d said I wouldn’t be in control anymore that weekend. Any control he thought he had been just an illusion. I knew it, and I suspected he also did.

After dinner, we watched TV for a little while and then he said, “Get undressed and lie down on the bed on your back.”

I kissed his lips then went to the bedroom, took my clothes off and laid down as he said. A few minutes later, he came in and opened his suitcase.

I watched as he removed four neckties and walked to the bed.

He took my wrist, gently tied a knot and fastened the other end around the bedpost. He did the same with my other wrist and both ankles.

Then he removed another item from his bag. A moment later, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. He kissed my lips and then I felt him place headphones over my ears. There was silence for a moment and then a dance song with a steady, driving beat began playing.

I couldn’t see or hear anything he was doing now. I guess the first song lasted five or six minutes and for the entire song, he didn’t touch me. I wasn’t even sure if he was still in the room.

When the next song started to play, he still hadn’t touched me. Not until about halfway through that second song did he very lightly graze my nipple. It took my breath away. I couldn’t hear myself, but I think I moaned loudly.

He continued to tease my nipples all through the song. By the time the next song ended, I was begging him.

And then the songs continued, but his touches stopped. I totally lost track of how long he made me wait. It must have been five or six songs, so however long that was.

At one point, I realized I was thrusting my hips to the beat of the song. I pictured him inside me, taking me hard.

And then, without warning, I felt him get on the bed between my legs. A moment later he entered me. I desperately wanted to wrap my arms and legs around him, but I couldn’t.

He started to thrust into me, but it was slow and deliberate. I kept arching my back and thrusting my hips to make him go faster, but he didn’t.

His thrusts were like a sensual jazz tune, but I wanted to be pounded like the hard rock song playing in my ears.

And then he began to increase his intensity. Little by little, his thrusts were syncing up with the drum beats I was hearing. I pulled on the restraints, willing him to go faster, harder.

Maybe it was a coincidence or maybe he planned it, but I reached an orgasm during the chorus of Katy Perry’s “Firework” and so did he.

And. It. Was. Incredible.

Before we headed home the next day, we booked another weekend for December. We called it an early Christmas present to each other.

But that’s a story for another time….

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3 replies
  1. marriedman0217 says:

    I really enjoyed the story. Those kind of weekend getaways are the best part of being married. No one to disturb you and time to get creative with each other. I like hearing from the wife’s perspective because it can be very instructive for other husbands. Thank you for sharing.

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