K and B had been looking forward to their romantic weekend away for months. They had been married for five years, and between raising their two young children and managing their busy careers, time alone had become a rare luxury. So, when Tom suggested the once his employers left London after the summer and returned to India that they book a weekend getaway to a cozy country hotel in the south downs, K jumped at the opportunity. They had arranged for a friend to babysit the kids for the weekend, booked the hotel, and planned every detail to ensure it would be a perfect escape. All that was left to do was count down the days until the 16th of August and drop them at the airport.

But as fate would have it, one week to the day after departing, B received an urgent call from his boss just two days before they were supposed to leave. An important set of documents had accidentally been sent by the lawyers to London and needed to be taken to India and signed before the family faced a crisis, and B, being the family's European Estate manager, was tasked with flying them over immediately. There was no way around it—he had to go.

"I'm so sorry, k," B had said, his voice filled with regret as he broke the news to her. "I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."

K tried to hide her disappointment, understanding that B had no choice, but she couldn't help the pang of sadness that settled in her chest. "It's okay," she replied, forcing a smile. "We can always reschedule."

They canceled the trip, called off the babysitter, and B packed his bags for the long journey ahead. The next evening, he was picked up by David, the family's driver, and driven to Heathrow and got on a plane bound for Mumbai, leaving K at home with the kids.

B’s flight was nearly 15 hours, and though exhausted, he spent the entire time thinking about K. The disappointment in her eyes haunted him, and he was determined to do something about it. As soon as he landed in Mumbai, K rushed through customs and out to the VIP collection. As he was driven from the airport to the family's home, all he could think about was getting back to K.

On arriving at the Mumbai property, he went straight to the boss’s office and presented the documents for signing that he did instantly. With his task complete and the documents signed and securely back in his bag, his job was finished, B instructed the driver to rush him back to the airport and managed to get a seat on the next flight back later that night. Thirty-six hours after he had left, he was back home, bleary-eyed and jet-lagged but fueled by a dangerous amount of coffee and a single-minded purpose: to surprise the woman he loved more than anything.

It was late when B finally arrived home. The house was quiet, the children already fast asleep in their beds. He slipped inside, careful not to make a sound, and dropped his bags in the hallway. The lights were off, and as he moved through the house, his heart raced in anticipation.

He found K in the bedroom, flat out on top of the covers and fast asleep. She looked stunning, silhouetted in the light from the street lamps outside. B could make out her incredible figure lying there. Her peachy butt was covered by the thinnest pair of boyfriend pants he’d ever seen; the lace material was stretched so thin that he could see her milky cheeks through the pattern. His eyes trailed up over her uncovered torso to her small vest top, and he pictured her large DD breasts pressed flat against the mattress. His cock twitched, and he left the room slowly.

B went to the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. He ran a sink full of hot, soapy water and cleaned himself vigorously, scrubbing away the airport dirt and sweat from his long travels. As he turned to leave, he caught his reflection in the full-length mirror. He couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, but he still had some energy in reserve, and he planned on using it.

Walking out of the bathroom, B turned off the light and quietly returned to the bedroom. His flaccid six-inch dick swayed slightly as he entered, closing the door quietly behind him.

B stopped and leaned against the wall, taking in the beauty of the sleeping goddess in front of him. K subconsciously wiggled her butt, and B took that as a green light to proceed with his plan. Slipping off his prosthetic leg, he shuffled to the end of the bed and leaned forward to kiss K’s back. He trailed gentle kisses down her spine, noticing her breathing change slightly. Carefully, B slid his hand up between her thighs and began to rub his forefinger and middle finger against the thin fabric covering her warm sex.

B’s kisses trailed lower until his face was pressed between her cool cheeks, and his lips and tongue began their assault on K’s anus. He pressed his lips against her sensitive entrance, wiggling his tongue into the fabric to tease her. All the while, his fingers brushed against her now-damp clit and pussy.

K was moaning softly now, her hips moving side to side and up and down. B wasn’t sure if she was awake or if she thought it was a dream, but he didn’t care. When K pushed her butt up into B’s face and slid her knees beneath her hips, he decided that she was enjoying it, whether it was a dream or reality.

B slid his fingers into the hem of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. His fingers went straight back to her wet slit, sliding in with surprising ease as he began massaging that textured spot on her front wall that drove her crazy. His face returned to her pink ring, and his tongue pushed in deep.

“Fuck, B, what are you doing?” K mumbled between moans, but B didn’t answer. Now that he knew she was awake, he doubled his efforts, his fingers tapping away at her engorged G-spot while his tongue danced in her butt like an eel.

B felt K’s hand brushing against his chin, realizing she was working her clit frantically. Her moans grew louder, and her hips began to buck more wildly as B continued to pleasure her with all his might. Then it happened: a loud moan escaped K’s lips, and she pushed back against B’s face hard as he felt a gush of liquid cover his hand and forearm. B sat back, gazing at K, who was in the throes of orgasmic bliss, trembling uncontrollably on the bed. Subconsciously, he began rubbing her cream over his now-swollen cock. Once the large purple head and shaft had a good coating, he lifted his right leg so he was kneeling behind K’s still-trembling butt and thrust forward.

“Shit!” K screamed as the first five inches of his cock impaled her. She bit her lip as he withdrew an inch or two before pushing forward again, sinking his full nine inches into her. The force of B’s thrusts made K slide forward, flattening out onto the bed. Wanting it just the way it was, she pushed back from the headboard to ensure that every thrust of his steel rod hit her favorite spot.

K knew this wasn’t going to be soft sex. The way B was tightly gripping her hips and forcefully thrusting into her made it clear that she was being fucked hard, and it was exactly what she wanted. No, it was what she needed.

B was in his element, each thrust long, deep, and hard. He almost pulled fully out so that the tip of his cock brushed against her tight lips before being forced back into the depths of her hot, velvety tunnel with a squelch. He was rewarded by a muffled moan from K, who now had her face buried deep in a pillow.

It was becoming too much for K to handle, and she needed release. Instinctively, her right hand slid south between her legs to her clit. She could feel her juices flowing freely down over her mound with every deep thrust of B, like the piston of a water pump—he went in, and her juices flowed out. She worked her clit frantically as his balls slapped against the back of her hand, and the sensation built deep in her stomach.

BANG— it was as if lightning had struck. Out of nowhere, K’s body tightened around B like a vice. Her arms and legs gave way as she fell onto the bed, twitching and letting out a long, loud moan that even the pile of pillows couldn’t muffle. She tried to crawl away from B, who had temporarily stopped his assault on her velvet vice, but he wasn’t having any of that.

B gazed down lovingly at K, who was in the midst of an earth-shattering climax. But he wasn’t finished yet, and there was no way she was getting off his now-drenched cock. Grabbing her hips to hold her in place, B positioned himself behind her, one knee on either side of her flushed cheeks. He slipped as deep as he could into her now-pulsating body and stayed there, grinding his hips while being rewarded with K’s earthy grunts each time he pushed forward.

K lay flat on the bed with B pressed against her back. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat as he ground his cock so deeply into her that she felt as though it was in her stomach. She knew she had had her pleasure, and now it was time for him to receive his. This moment was about him getting his satisfaction and release, and she knew she was now just the means to achieve it. She loved it.

As B kissed K’s neck, his hand slid underneath her vest top, which was now sweaty and clinging to her luscious DD breasts. He began to massage her right breast while pinching her hard, gumdrop-sized nipple between his fingers.

“I need to feel you cum,” K hissed at B.

“I’m trying,” B murmured between heavy breaths and labored moans. K lifted her head to look into B’s tired and slightly bloodshot eyes and said the phrase she knew would help get the job done: “Go on, Daddy, use me.”

B cracked a smile and withdrew his hand from her vest. She watched as he slid his thumb into his mouth and gave it a good suck.

B watched the look of confusion grow on K’s face as he sucked his thumb. Once he knew it was well-coated with saliva, he slid his hand down between his own sweaty body and K’s ripe butt. It was at that moment she realized what she had given the green light for. His thumb circled her now-drenched ring before pressing against it. Her breath caught as, with only the slightest amount of resistance, his thumb sank fully into her ass.

B wasn’t renowned for his staying power; he was very much a "good time, not a long time" type of lover. But tonight was different. He wasn’t sure if it was the sleep deprivation or the dangerous amounts of caffeine coursing through his body, but he couldn’t reach the pinnacle moment. It was starting to get frustrating. K’s body was tight enough to turn coal into diamonds despite having two kids, and she usually milked B within five to ten minutes. But tonight, it just wasn’t working—until that thumb pressed into her ass.

The moment K felt her ring give way to his thumb, her body clenched. Her now aching pussy gripped B’s pole, and they both moaned. B instantly felt the telltale tightness starting to form in his heavy and tender sack. With each thrust, his head pushed up against his thumb, sending the oddest sensation through them both. K pushed back as much as she could despite being held in place, so B wiggled his thumb deep inside her now-stretching ass. That was it—K clenched again, and B exploded deep inside her raw, aching pussy. Jets of thick cum, as hot as lava, filled K’s tender body as B pulled out his thumb and collapsed on top of her.

B lay panting against K’s neck, doing his best not to crush her under his weight. He was spent, and his arms didn’t want to hold him up.

“Pull out and get on your back,” K instructed. Without thinking, B did as he was told, fully aware that the power dynamic had shifted. As he began to slip out, K clenched her muscles as tightly as possible and knelt up. Gazing down at the wreckage of her husband, she blew him a kiss before dropping down and taking his cream-covered, chafed cock into her mouth for a thorough cleaning. But this wasn’t going to be one-sided. K kicked her leg over B’s head and sank her wrecked pussy onto his face. The moment she felt his tongue make contact with her stretched hole, she released her muscles and pushed her creamy filling into his mouth.

The sudden shock of having a cum-filled pussy pressed against his face didn’t last long. B was soon lost in the new experience of sucking and licking out every drop of their combined juices from K’s massively swollen and slightly bruised pussy. He could feel his own member slipping in and out of K’s throat as it slowly began to soften in her mouth. Once it was cleaned and deflated, K pushed up and started grinding against B’s face, feeling the urge to climax building again. She lowered more of her weight onto his mouth as his tongue delved deeper into her folds. Her hand instinctively found her clit and gently tapped it as the room filled with her uncontrollable moans.

Then the wave struck, crashing over her. She arched her back against the headboard as B’s mouth was filled with the remnants of his seed and a fresh flood of her sweet nectar. Exhausted, she collapsed sideways, and B slid behind her for a cuddle.

"I couldn’t stand the thought of missing our weekend. I came back as soon as I could," B whispered.

"You came back for me?" K asked.

"For us," B corrected before drifting off to sleep.

The following morning, B woke to the smell of strong coffee filling the bedroom. He opened his tired eyes to see K sitting at the end of the bed, sipping on a cup of tea. She smiled sweetly and gestured toward the cup on the bedside table. B shifted up the bed, grimacing when his hand came into contact with a huge wet spot on the mattress.

K laughed at his expression. "I slept in that wet patch all night, so stop complaining. You’re the one who created it." She stood up and walked to the door. As she left, she informed B that the babysitter would be arriving soon and that the restaurant reservation was for 7 p.m. and that before coming downstairs, he needed to wash his face.

B leaned over and grabbed his phone to check the time. To his shock, it was 2 p.m., and to his horror, his face was covered in dried cum. He grabbed his coffee and chuckled to himself as he took his first sip.

That weekend wasn’t the one they had originally planned, but it turned out to be exactly what they needed. B had crossed the world and back for K, but the true distance they covered was in their hearts, reconnecting in a way that made them stronger than ever.