Vacation Surprise

[bbfarm]

My husband and I were recently on vacation.  Now, I am usually all top, but hey, it was vacation, right? My husband considers himself a top as well, but the past five years or so, well, I just don't like getting fucked like I used to. We are both early 50's.

 

When traveling, we have a history of going out to a bath house or sauna, but with the advent of so many meet-up apps, it seems some places are sparsely used nowadays, so we planned our own scenario to have fun while we were there. Usually I am the pig wanting to go to theses places, while he is usually somewhat uptight, so having a game plan was smart.  On this particular trip our plan was as follows:  I would get the cabin, stripped, face down on the bed.  He'd cruise by, see me ass up, come in, fuck me 'anonymously', and then leave.  He'd get to fuck my ass, which I am never into like I used to be.  I'd get off on role playing, a situation I have read about on here a million times. 

 

We paid our money, renting a room and a locker.  He took the locker while I found the room and stripped down.  We met-up in the shower to rinse off and then together checked-out 'the lay of the land'.  There were a few hallways of cabins, a sauna, a steam room, a porn room, and a dark room type area with maze-like partitions set up, some of which had glory holes.   

 

As far as the 'crowd' - there were three older dudes stroking their softies in the porn room, only one of whom looked up when we poked in our heads.  In the halls we passed a little dude, maybe late 30's, shaved head, furry chest.  He has an ass for days and was just the kind of man I liked most to fuck.  My dick jumped hard and fast when he passed, a smirk on his lips.  I thought to myself that I'd fix that smirk when he is stuffed with my big cock!  

 

But we have a plan . . .  We pass a dark haired, 30 something muscle boy with a porn star bulge under his towel.  He blows past us without a glance like we are not even there.  No surprise, but thanks for the eye candy.  A lot of the cabin doors are closed.  One is open with a hot older guy with absolutely no body fat in there.  He's set the place up with all his things 'just so' . . . like he's there every day.

 

The whole situation has me leaking like crazy.  The smell.  The men.  The noises coming from unspecified places.  We decide to get right to our plan.  My spouse goes off to wait a few.  I go back to the cabin.  I hang up my towel, work a lubed finger up my hole just to ease things along, then open the door and lie face down on the bed, ass up towards the door and head in the tiny pillow like thing.  And I wait . . . like two minutes of course.

 

I sense my husband's presence at the door, by either his warmth or his breathing, I don't know which. I am keeping my head down not looking because that's part of the fun.  The door squeaks and I hear it latch closed. Hell yes!  I squeeze my eyes tight and imagine this fantasy of having a completely anonymous stranger coming to fuck my ass. 

 

He's on the bed behind me.  I flex my ass.  He has one of my ass cheeks in his hand.  With his other he fingers my hole.  I'm surprised he doesn't lick it.  He loves to, but I have never been a fan of having my ass eaten.  After so long together, my preferences are natural to him.  So I am up on my knees, like he prefers, with my face down in the pillow.

 

I feel his dick at my hole.  Teasing me.  Getting me psyched.  Smearing his pre cum on it.  Fuck!  It has been a long time since I took a dick, and in this position it won't be easy.  I try to relax my ass.  I think of the roleplay - me face down, taking raw anon dick in a bath house.  Breathe deep. 

 

It slips in.  Aw fuck. That's the hard part. Now slowly pushing pushing, I feel it sliding into me.  Oh fuck  it has been so long that it feels enormous.  My husband has a perfectly fine cock, average size and length.  This time though I am thinking of a banana.  Smaller at the tip, with a wide swelling at the middle. His body touches mine, and I know he is all the way in.  Damn, I feel so full.  He's into it too.  It's like I can feel his precum lubing a slippery spot deep inside me. 

 

He slowly works it out some.  And back in again.  Back out.  Back in.  I can feel it getting slicker inside.  He pulls out slow all the way, and then teases it again spreading precum on the outside.  He must be very turned on by this too - my husband rarely precums like this!  I'm crazy turned on too.  I squeeze my eyes shut and try to imagine it is anyone  . . anyone but him. 

 

Getting lost in the thought, I focus on the feeling of the dick sliding in and out of me.  I think of having a stranger's dick inside my body.  I imagine this perfect banana-shaped cock sliding in and out of my hole, which is relaxed finally but still tight from lack of use.  He builds up a rhythm long dicking me and holding my hips for leverage.  I'm moaning low with each stroke and feeling like I have never before,  as if he's driving deep enough to tease my 'second ring'. 

 

The image of having his dick head getting past that point inside me, and squirting his load up there has me beyond excited.  I have never cum without touching myself.  Unlike my husband, I am a huge precummer.  How much precum must be hanging off my throbbing hard dick? I ache for the feel of the slimy pool I know is there under me.  I know I could cum that way, into the mattress.  

 

Like he reads my mind, he pushes me down, off my knees, flat onto the bed.  UNF his dick is so damn deep inside me.  The cold spot of slippery I made on the sheet feels great on my dick.  No running now. I am caught between the bed and his thrusts.  My arms are crossed over my head which is turned sideways, being face down.  My eyes are still closed enjoying the feeling, and the fantasy.

 

In repositioning, he stretches out my arms above me, his on top on them.  Its like he's pinning me down.  Holding my entire body.  He smells like musk and sex, and feels unfamiliar, bigger, harder.  I peek and eye open and there on top of my arm is his forearm . . . muscular . . . smooth . . . no hair at all . . . his hand clenched around my wrist . . . THAT'S NOT MY HUSBAND. I stare a second, unbelieving. 

 

HOLY FUCK WHO IS THIS?  IT MUST BE THE MUSCLE BOY and me with his raw dick buried deep in my ass and moaning like a BITCH IN HEAT.  FUCK!  My mind is spinning. His breath is in my ear as he slides in and out and in and out.  This isn't news to him.  But my head is all "WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?!!"  DO I push him off? Do I ask him to stop? Will it piss him off?

 

I am thinking of these things swirling around my head in a maelstrom of thoughts mixed up with feeling his body on mine.  Smelling his ever so slight underarm funk, picturing his ACTUAL banana shaped dick inside me.  HOLY FUCK I really should stop this!  I realize I am pushing back with my ass.  It's like I'm using my ass walls to stroke him off.  It's like something inside of me wants his cum and it wants it DEEP, deep inside the second ring which he is, in fact piercing. 

 

OH man He's breathing hard into my neck and I start feeling the pulse. His dick twitching in my ass.  I feel the hot.  I feel the wet.  I feel it deep.  Too late now.  Fuck fuck fuck this muscle dude STRANGER is ejaculating his thirty-something nutt inside my gut. With his tiny post fuck softening movements inside me I can feel the load churning.  His whole body un-tenses. 

 

He pulls out deliberately.  I stay face down, and breathe out a huge sigh.  Damn. I don't know if I came came or if that's all precum under me.  He's out the door in a flash.  Not a word.  I've made a mess between me and the mattress, and my dick is hard to touch.  FUCK!  Where's my husband?!  I jump up, wrap a towel around.  My dick is softening fast and in a semi-chub state looks just like one getting hard.  I go off looking. 

 

There he is, at the entrance to the still-deserted sex maze.  "Where the hell have you been?!" he asks angrily.  "I've been waiting almost twenty minutes and forgot which cabin was ours."  I fibbed to him -  the muscle god had stepped in our cabin, closed the door, and tried to blow me.  My spouse knows I dislike getting blown because I have a big dick and most guys try to choke on it.  So my spouse understood why I tried, and was mollified thinking I did not have a good time.    

 

Turns out he'd gone to his locker to wait a few minutes before finding me as per our 'plan', and he'd gotten distracted checking his email!  Asked if he wanted to pick up where we left off, he said no, the mood was gone.  "Let's just split asap, " he said. 

 

So I went back to the cabin FUCK reeking of the recent sex. My big messy spot on the sheets showed me that I did not just dream what happened.  That and the big muscle god load in my ass. Aw fuck I can clench and feel it, his babies inside me.  No time to clean or eliminate because the spouse really wants to get out of here.  I get dressed and plan to carry it around the rest of our day sightseeing.

[Guest]

Nice suprise, just what you needed.

[Brain&Brawn]

Hot as fuck!