Authors: Jennifer Foor
I kissed her hands. “I would do anything for you.”
I meant it.
“I know you would.”
Chapter 26
Miranda
Our room had a freaking hot tub in it. I couldn’t get over that. When I finally calmed down from laughing at my husband’s antics, I sent pictures of the room to Van and Amy. They had no idea that Ty and I had gone anywhere, so they wanted all the details.
Ty didn’t want any distractions unless it was regarding the kids. We’d made a pact that the weekend was for us to relax and unwind. He said that if I wanted to stay in the room the whole time, it was fine with him.
We put on a movie and got the water turned on in the tub. I climbed in and was immediately pulled into his arms. I ran my hands over his face, feeling his stubble that hadn’t been shaved in a couple of days. He thought I hated it, but it was the exact opposite. Ty looked so sexy with a short beard, and I loved the way the hair tickled me when he kissed my skin.
The warm water felt great and the jets were powerful enough to relax all of our muscles. Ty kissed me passionately, rubbing his wet lips over mine. I grabbed his with my teeth and pulled them, teasing him. He kissed me harder, showing me that two could play the same game.
It was unusual for us to be alone without interruptions. Instead of being two married people, living in the monotony of raising kids and running businesses, we were able to have a couple days to be young again. To me it was a temporary reprieve.
We continued kissing while his hands massaged both of my ass cheeks. He played with my hole, teasing the entrance with his finger. I lifted my body and slid over his thighs. His groans let me know that he liked it, so I did it again, this time letting all of my weight create extra friction.
His finger shoved into my asshole and I could feel it moving in and out. I used to not like anything near that part of my body, but after so much time together we’d experimented and found that so much pleasure could come from it. The deeper his finger explored, the more earth-shattering the tingling became. The water splashed around as my arousal caused me to move in a vigorous pace.
I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing his hard cock and placing it at the base of my sex. The friction of the water made his entering me feel tight. He pushed his way inside, still playing with my ass while I straddled him. The more his finger played, the faster I rode him. Waves were forming and splashing onto the tile floor. My breasts bounced around above the water as I felt myself letting go again and again.
He leaned his head in and licked at my nipples as they continued to twirl around with the movements my body. I ran my hands into his hair, wetting it and holding on so I could kiss his sweet lips for however long I wanted to. Ty’s tongue found mine and our kiss lasted as they mingled and played together.
Even though we were in the water, the sweat was running down my neck and over my chest. Ty pulled his finger out of my ass and began to flip me around, so that my back was against his chest. We were still connected and he reached up with soaked hands and pinched both of my nipples as I began riding him backwards. His lips were on my neck, kissing and biting me all over my shoulder. I threw my head back, grabbing him by the hair and forcing another kiss. I teased his lips with my teeth and then my tongue some more. His eyes were still filled with desire for me, fueled by lust and emotion.
I’d ride him until he was on the brink and then slow my pace, making it last longer. We didn’t have to hurry, because kids were coming into the room, or the possibility of being caught. We had all the time we wanted to make it amazing.
I think Ty knew what I was doing. He abruptly stopped what he was doing and held my body still. After kissing my neck one more time, he lifted me off of him, forcing me to stand where the cold air hit my skin. Then he pushed me over the side of the tub, so my ass was facing him while my upper body leaned against the cold porcelain.
Ty ran his hands over my wet ass, pushing it and flopping my cheeks around like he was playing. He spread me open and groaned as a finger trailed down the inside of my crack. I could feel him pouring something over it and realized it was soap. He lathered it up, all the while making sounds like it was getting him off.
My pussy was throbbing for his attention after being filled just moments prior. “Ty, please.”
“Let me put it in your ass, baby. Please? I want to so bad.”
I hated anal, like hated it with a painful ripping passion. When we tried it, I swore that I was going to blackout and see stars. Ty never really asked for it, seemingly set on the fact that it wasn’t going to happen. Yet I was so turned on, so utterly desperate to be filled, that I figured it was worth another attempt.
“One try. Just one,” I warned.
He placed his erection there and applied pressure. His hands grabbed my body and pulled me into the water while he entered me, an inch a time. I had to appreciate that he was going slow, because he never liked to take his time.
I was handling it, trying not to be tense, so I could let it happen. I felt full and uncomfortable, but the warm water made it a little easier to handle. For a second, I almost thought that I could handle it.
Then I got this sensation and I knew exactly what it was. I pulled away from Ty, almost dragging him by his dick as I jumped out of the tub and went running for the toilet.
“What the hell, baby?”
“Shut up! I felt like I was going to shit myself.” I wasn’t kidding either. The force of Ty’s cock, combined with the warm water, was like I had given myself an enema. Ty put his hands over his face and shook his head.
When he looked up at me, we both burst into laughter. “Well, that’s the last damn time I try that in a tub.”
I was still on the toilet, suffering. “Just so you know, I wasn’t backed up in the first place.” Every time I’d laugh I’d pass gas, which made it even more comical.
He leaned against the tub and watched me. “I guess this means you aren’t getting back in?”
I shrugged. “Maybe after I’m done shitting myself, I’ll need to. Although I’ve suddenly lost the urge to have sex. I can’t believe this is happenin’ to me. If you tell anyone, I swear I will cut it off when you sleep.”
He laughed some more. “Come on. This is the funniest thing that’s happened in a long time. I think it would be a great conversation at Thanksgiving, with the whole family around the dinner table.”
There I was, sitting on the toilet, having a bout of the runs, all the while dripping and naked. The story could go on and on, and I knew he was going to tell everyone about it. “You totally suck.”
He stuck out his lip. “I’m sorry, baby. You gotta admit it though. This is fucking hilarious.”
“My ass is on fire. I’m so glad I could be over here entertainin’ you.”
My poor husband looked so sad. He sank down under the water, giving up on doing anything more, at least for a while.
Once he was done sulking, and knowingly realized that I couldn’t possibly perform without the sudden urge to poop, he grabbed two towels and brought one over for me. I covered up in it, feeling warm after having goose bumps all over me.
When I got finished using the toilet, all I wanted to do was get back in the tub and soak my sore asshole. It seemed ridiculous, but things like this happened to me all the time. Every time we were alone, some crazy tragedy would occur. Usually it was something kid related. This time, it was all on us.
My ass was literally burning. It was like one of those cartoons, where the creature sets its ass on fire and went running to a bucket of water for relief. I walked right over to the tub and sat down, feeling an instant soothing that took away the burn.
Ty put the toilet seat down and sat on it. “I guess a second attempt is out of the question?”
I motioned towards his dick. “That is not gettin’ anywhere near my ass again. I love you. I’ll do just about anything with you, and we have, but this is off limits. It ends badly every single time. Can you just pretend that my vagina is an ass and call it a day?”
“I already do that.”
“What?” It was news to me. “Are you bein’ serious right now?”
He chuckled. “No. Of course not. I was just wanting to try it again. Baby, you are amazing. I don’t care about fucking you in the ass. I’m sure it would feel nice, because it’s you, but since I just made you have to shit, it’s kind of lost its glamour.”
We both laughed again, thinking about how an awesome night had turned into a comedy show. “It never fails, does it? We always seem to end up in these kind of predicaments.”
Ty walked over to the edge of the tub and kissed me on the forehead. “I happen to like our life and getting into these predicaments with you. Trust me when I say this, but you’re the only person that I want to hang out with when they’re shitting.”
I grabbed both sides of his face. “You are the worst sweet talker on the planet, but I love you to death anyway.”
We kissed softly on the lips. “You totally looked hot sitting all naked over there, bearing down.”
He couldn’t be serious for a minute. Knowing that I was going to be the hot topic with the family, I grabbed him by his arms and pulled him back into the tub with me. The water splashed out on the floor again as he tried to sit up and not get a mouth full of it. Ty pulled me back onto his lap and moved the hair away from my face. “Where were we?”
He smiled as I teased his lips with my tongue. He kissed me hard, sucking my lip as he pulled away. The tingling between my legs was already coming back, and our intermission was seemingly getting easier to forget about. All I wanted was to get back to what we were doing. I wanted to savor every moment alone that I had with my husband, knowing that chaos awaited us the moment we went home.
This was our time, to soak up each other enough to hold us over, until the cloud of despair above our home subsided. I wanted to be consumed by my husband, like I didn’t have a care in the world. All that mattered in this very moment was us.
Chapter 27
Tyler
I would have been a complete jerk if I held my wife captive in a hotel room for the whole weekend. Besides, we had to eat, and since it wasn’t summer, the hotels only kept minimum staff, meaning there was no room service.
It wasn’t like we wanted to go out and paint the town. Our years of bar hopping were long over. When we wanted to drink, we hung out in the old barn with family and close friends, playing cards or just shooting
the shit. None of us were interested in bar drama and putting ourselves in situations that could cause trouble for our marriages. We were settled and content, the way people our age that were married with children should be.
All we wanted to do was go grab a nice bite to eat; some kind of fried seafood platter that reminded us that we were in fact at the beach, enjoying some R&R.
Nothing was open.
The beach was like a ghost town, and because it was so late at night, the only options we had was a local twenty-four hour franchise. Since we were both famished, it had to be the place, unless we wanted some gas station snacks to hold us over until morning. I knew Miranda would cringe at the idea of eating an overcooked hotdog, since she hated them with a passion, calling them smashed bologna every chance she got.
Conner, who ate everything, is the one who convinced her of it. He’d watched some damn show on television that researched how a hotdog was made. Obviously, it’s one of those foods where they throw in a bunch of the leftovers and press it into a shape. My motto was always ‘if it tasted good, you eat it’, but Conner wasn’t like me. He was thoroughly grossed out, going so far as to make sure his kids didn’t have it any more.
Then he told his sister. After a late night game of beer and cards, she’d made the decision that they were awful. She even did research and found that some brands were known to cause headaches. I often wondered how many of her clients were burdened with the story of how gross they were.
At any rate, gas station hot dogs were definitely off limits.
When we went inside the restaurant, there were only a few tables that had patrons. We sat ourselves in a corner booth, and I rearranged the tableware so that I could pretend we were at a fancy restaurant. Miranda giggled as I folded up my napkin and stuck it in the sugar just right to look like a candle. “Don’t laugh. I’ll light that shit and make it realistic.”
She laughed some more. “That’s okay. I think this will do. I’m so hungry that I don’t even care about ambiance.”
“So you’d be cool with eating on the floor?”
She kicked me under the table. “Shut up and decide what you want. You’re so disgustin’ sometimes.”
I laughed at myself before I even made my next comment. “I can’t stop thinking about poking you in the ass with my meat.”
Miranda’s face turned a shade of crimson, and I quickly realized that a very shocked waitress was standing behind me waiting to take our order. Obviously, since things like that only entertained me, I ordered as if she’d not heard a single thing I’d said to my wife.
Once she left, I prepared my shins for another wave of kicks, but she began to laugh at me instead of inflicting her wrath of bodily harm. “You are so embarassin’.”