Dearest husband,
Oh, it has been such long winter, and you have been working so hard without a break. You looked tired when we talked last on Skype and I thought it would be a wonderful to get away for a few days — somewhere phones don't ring and we can be alone.
I love it when we slip away for a few days together as though we were illicit lovers. I get so excited thinking about it. Just the two of us, able to share our love and our bodies with each other without interruptions. So last week I went online and booked a sweet little cottage about 100 miles away. It is in the woods by a lake in a secluded place where there are only a few other cottages. Otherwise, it is completely isolated with no telephones and no television so we have all the time we need to play.
I have packed a few new sexy little outfits that I know you will like for when we go out dinner, and several very tiny and sheer little teddies and gowns that you will able to slip off me so easily during the day. No clothes, except those that keep you aroused and ready to ravish me every day on the hour.
I am so excited about us getting away, and to make sure you will be excited and find the time, I will tell you some of my thoughts and plans. You will recognize most, if not all, because we have done them all before to our great delight. So here are some things I'm thinking about, and I want you to be thinking about them too.
It will be so hard to not slip my fingers in my wet pussy as you drive us the hundred or so miles to the cottage. I don't wear any panties in the car and can lean against the door and pull my skirt up so you can see my little pink pussy. I can just play with it and you always have such a hard time driving and trying to watch me at the same time. I can see you adjusting your cock as it gets so big and hard and feels too confined. I shouldn't tease you like this, but I know that you secretly love it.
And remember how much I like for you to keep up with a lorry where the driver can get more than a peak at what I am doing? That always makes my little slippery tunnel squeeze together and pulse with extra desire, knowing that someone may be watching me. And while my breasts may not be huge, they are pretty and pink, and I love to show them to you (and anyone else who may see) as we drive along.
I am bringing a hot and realistic dildo to ease slowly into my pussy. You like to watch it stretch my tight little hole to fit inside, don't you? And to see the white foamy juice that squeezes out as I slide it in and out faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Can you hear the squishy sound, my darling? I often have to play with my little clit as my toy goes in and out and I get so close to cumming.
And before you know it we get to our little cottage. The first thing I want to do is take your clothes off so I can push you back on the bed and start kissing you from your face to your neck and down, down to sucking your gorgeous cock; so big and hard. Oh, darling you are so delicious — the taste of you and the feel of you in my mouth is more than I can describe.
It is so arousing, wanting to get you rock hard so I can straddle you, easing that hot, wide staff into my very wet and needy little cunt. Riding up and down and up and down as it drives so deep inside. Oh, can I take it all? Can I? Keep working up and down, and relaxing my pussy so you can get deeper, filling me in every part, so that I can feel every vein and ridge. Riding you faster, and then slowing, trying to make it last and last and last. Reaching down to kiss your lips — those lips I adore — still riding up and down and getting closer and closer to the most powerful orgasm. Oh my god my darling husband — I love you so very much!
I have been thinking of all other kinds of things we can do. At night, when it is dark, we can open the curtains, so that anyone can see into our lighted room. There won't be many other people around, but we just won't know if anyone is there or not. That is part of the thrill. Just writing you about all this has me disgustingly wet and dripping, my cunt working like a fish's mouth.
We can stand in front of the windows, and then I will undress you, and you will undress me. Then you can put your hands on my shoulders to push me to a kneeling position in front of you. I'll take you in my hands, and then suck your cock deep into my mouth, as I run my hands over your bottom., pulling you deep in my mouth. My head will be going back and forth sucking your cock, and who knows who might be watching?
Then, the next night, when we go out to dinner, I won't be wearing any panties under my pretty little flirty dress, so that you can reach over and play with my pussy under the table. You will get me so hot and wet that when we get back into the car, I will be holding up my skirt so you can watch me run my fingers inside my pussy, fucking myself because I just can't wait. Remember the times I have unzipped you before we get in the car and pulled down your trousers so I could just lay back on the seat with the car door open and you just walked up to me, taking my legs and putting them on your shoulder's and fucking me while I moaned so loud without caring who was around? Oh! How you make me come — hard enough to bite my lip trying not to scream.
In our room you can take me over to the window again, with the curtains open, and get me to lean against the window pane, as you take my dress off, and start fucking me from behind. Oh, god honey — I get so creamy just imagining you inside me!
Another evening we might book a table in the restaurant of a nice little hotel in the nearby town. You know how I love to wear a short little skirt with no panties, but thigh high lacy top stockings. I imagine you and me walking into the lobby with your hand around my waist. I know that you will want to allow it to drop down to my bottom, so that you can rub your hand up and down, which makes my skirt ride up and down.
The other men and women in the lobby lounge will nudge one another as they look at our teasing, and our obvious inability to remain circumspect. But we won't care, and we hope it will inflame them with a little of the lust we feel.