A family reunion for the week at my husband’s parents is fun, but we were delegated to sleeping in bunk beds the entire stay. The same squeaky bunk bed my husband spent his teenage years sleeping in.
I emphasize again the bunk beds are squeaky.
The house was full of family from out of town besides us and I was having a good time visiting, but I missed my husband’s touch at night. It was day three of our stay and while my husband left for some kind of outing with his younger brothers, I had stayed and talked with his sister. We were in the middle of a discussion and suddenly my husband opens the door to the room we were in.
“May I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.
I have no idea what he wants to talk about, but his sister excuses me and I walk into the room we are staying in.
“So, what is it you need to talk—?” I close the door his lips are on mine.
My body awakens with a bang and I return the kiss. He backs me against the wall and presses his hips to mine, rubbing against me enticingly. I wrap my legs around his waist while he holds me up, his hands under my butt. My body is alive with fire.
“You want to head up to my bunk?” He asks, his voice hoarse. He lets me away from the wall and takes my hand in his and leads me toward the ladder of the bunk bed.
“Is this your first time bringing a girl up here?”
“Yeah,” he says, smacking my butt as I climb up. “You’re going to have to be careful, it’s a little squeaky and I don’t want my parent’s finding out about this.”
“Of course!” I giggle.
We both get into the bunk and I straddle him and start to undo his pants. His erection is hard and hot in my hands within seconds. We remove our clothes and I am naked on his naked lap, taking in his body and liking what I see.
“Mmm, I missed you,” I growl as I place a kiss on the head of his erect penis. I take him in my mouth all the way down my throat and suck hard.
“Oh, suck my cock, baby,” his voice is low and erotic. We are both trying to be quiet, and I know we don’t have much time before our disappearance will seem conspicuous to the rest of the family.
I continue sucking and tonguing him. My pussy is moistening. I can feel the dampness dripping between my legs. His penis is throbbing and I know he is about to come, but he stops me.
“Ride me,” he whispers with a groan. “Give me some of that tight wet pussy. I want to feel you come around me.”
I braced my hands on the boards of the bunk bed and slowly take his pulsing length inside, letting him stretch and fill me. A rough moan escapes me.
“You need to be quiet,” he scolds and puts a finger to his lips as he tilts his hips up, deepening the penetration. He takes one of my breasts in hand and brings his mouth to the rosy tip. His tongue swirls around it and I close my eyes and drink in the pleasure. We grind against each other, the bunk bed begrudgingly squeaks at every thrust. The heat between my legs, the arousal I’ve already generated, and his pubic bone rubbing my clitoris sends me into a hard, body-shuddering, scream-inducing orgasm. My husband lets go of my breast and puts his hand over my mouth to muffle the scream.
With his free hand he swats my butt and groans and thrusts himself up hard, sending me up and back down against his hips, hitting my clit and starting me back to a rippling pleasure in my groin until it climaxes into tidal waves. Another slap on my butt starts the ripples again. He pulls me tight against him and muffles his release in my breasts. The pulsing of my orgasm sucks at his cock, milking his deliciously hot cum inside me.
I lay on top of him, and we catch our breath, then we redress and make sure our hair doesn’t look mussed before rejoining the party.
“So did you guys work things out?” His sister asks me when I return to finish our conversation. I wonder if she thinks we were having a fight.
“Yeah, I can definitely say we’re good.” I know my cheeks redden and I can’t help but smile.
I emphasize again the bunk beds are squeaky.
The house was full of family from out of town besides us and I was having a good time visiting, but I missed my husband’s touch at night. It was day three of our stay and while my husband left for some kind of outing with his younger brothers, I had stayed and talked with his sister. We were in the middle of a discussion and suddenly my husband opens the door to the room we were in.
“May I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.
I have no idea what he wants to talk about, but his sister excuses me and I walk into the room we are staying in.
“So, what is it you need to talk—?” I close the door his lips are on mine.
My body awakens with a bang and I return the kiss. He backs me against the wall and presses his hips to mine, rubbing against me enticingly. I wrap my legs around his waist while he holds me up, his hands under my butt. My body is alive with fire.
“You want to head up to my bunk?” He asks, his voice hoarse. He lets me away from the wall and takes my hand in his and leads me toward the ladder of the bunk bed.
“Is this your first time bringing a girl up here?”
“Yeah,” he says, smacking my butt as I climb up. “You’re going to have to be careful, it’s a little squeaky and I don’t want my parent’s finding out about this.”
“Of course!” I giggle.
We both get into the bunk and I straddle him and start to undo his pants. His erection is hard and hot in my hands within seconds. We remove our clothes and I am naked on his naked lap, taking in his body and liking what I see.
“Mmm, I missed you,” I growl as I place a kiss on the head of his erect penis. I take him in my mouth all the way down my throat and suck hard.
“Oh, suck my cock, baby,” his voice is low and erotic. We are both trying to be quiet, and I know we don’t have much time before our disappearance will seem conspicuous to the rest of the family.
I continue sucking and tonguing him. My pussy is moistening. I can feel the dampness dripping between my legs. His penis is throbbing and I know he is about to come, but he stops me.
“Ride me,” he whispers with a groan. “Give me some of that tight wet pussy. I want to feel you come around me.”
I braced my hands on the boards of the bunk bed and slowly take his pulsing length inside, letting him stretch and fill me. A rough moan escapes me.
“You need to be quiet,” he scolds and puts a finger to his lips as he tilts his hips up, deepening the penetration. He takes one of my breasts in hand and brings his mouth to the rosy tip. His tongue swirls around it and I close my eyes and drink in the pleasure. We grind against each other, the bunk bed begrudgingly squeaks at every thrust. The heat between my legs, the arousal I’ve already generated, and his pubic bone rubbing my clitoris sends me into a hard, body-shuddering, scream-inducing orgasm. My husband lets go of my breast and puts his hand over my mouth to muffle the scream.
With his free hand he swats my butt and groans and thrusts himself up hard, sending me up and back down against his hips, hitting my clit and starting me back to a rippling pleasure in my groin until it climaxes into tidal waves. Another slap on my butt starts the ripples again. He pulls me tight against him and muffles his release in my breasts. The pulsing of my orgasm sucks at his cock, milking his deliciously hot cum inside me.
I lay on top of him, and we catch our breath, then we redress and make sure our hair doesn’t look mussed before rejoining the party.
“So did you guys work things out?” His sister asks me when I return to finish our conversation. I wonder if she thinks we were having a fight.
“Yeah, I can definitely say we’re good.” I know my cheeks redden and I can’t help but smile.