We took a couples trip to Phoenix...in the summer. Hot as hell and not ideal, but that's how it is when coordinating multiple working adult schedules. There were 5 couples in total, 3 of which arrived on day 1, one of our friends was coming in a day late, but her husband was there. As is typical, first day was kind of getting situated, and...people calling dibs on rooms. My wife and I were late additions to the trip, so already planned to be the ones sleeping in the living room, no problem. What we didn't know is that our buddy was ALSO a late addition, hence it was a 3 BR house.
Call me old fashioned, but among the many reasons couples trips are fun, are the chance to be alone with another and have sex is new places. Sorry, not sorry - but hotels, trips, weddings, etc, all get the juices flowing. The first night, there we are on the couch, with my friend on the other couch. Needless to say, I was catching flack from my wife re the arrangements.
Fast forward, the full group is in town, and we are getting after it. Golf, shopping, lunch, sight-seeing, the works. This wasn't a take it easy and relax kind of outing. Nighttime comes, and we do what you do, we all go out. Nice dinner, bar hopping, then finally a club. We close the place down and Uber back to the Airbnb. After half an hour or residual socializing everyone peels off to their respective rooms, that is, everyone who had rooms. We know that we're destined for the couch, except now we're 3 hours into dancing and grinding on one another and multiple drinks and shots deep...nature is calling for one thing, and one thing only.
It's completely dark downstairs, our friend falls out after taking an edible, but there's still a 0% chance we're doing it with him facing us, asleep or not. So, with less than sober reasoning abilities, we go outside to the patio. We're protected from visibility from the street, there is some protection from visibility from the first floor, absolutely none from above/the bedroom level of the house. Well, it's too damn bad. We start kissing, groping one another, I lift up her dress, and we go at it doggy style.
Call me biased, but my wife's ass is GREAT. I've got a handful of her brunette hair, and I'm making no attempts to stay quiet. Hell, we've already gone out of the way. My throbbing cock is going in and out of her wet, juicy pussy, and her cheeks are making the perfect CLAP each time I thrust in. Finally, I can no longer resist her tight pussy lips, and I cum inside of her. My semi-hard, veiny cock slides out and hangs down. Both of us breath deeply, then all of the sound kicks back in. The wind, AC units, whatever night animals scurried around...and a fridge door closing.
Talk about oh shit! We crouch and try to reassemble. As I pop up, we can still see our friend asleep on the couch. We wait and go back in once the kitchen is clear. We go to sleep, and wake up. The next morning, everyone slowly gathers for coffee and to plan breakfast. Then it happens. "Where were you guys last night?" We look at each other, look at them, and then everyone got immature teenage grins on their faces. They assumed we'd used the rental car, but that would have made too much sense.
Exposed and outdoors made a lot more sense at the time, and you know what? We'd do it again.
Call me old fashioned, but among the many reasons couples trips are fun, are the chance to be alone with another and have sex is new places. Sorry, not sorry - but hotels, trips, weddings, etc, all get the juices flowing. The first night, there we are on the couch, with my friend on the other couch. Needless to say, I was catching flack from my wife re the arrangements.
Fast forward, the full group is in town, and we are getting after it. Golf, shopping, lunch, sight-seeing, the works. This wasn't a take it easy and relax kind of outing. Nighttime comes, and we do what you do, we all go out. Nice dinner, bar hopping, then finally a club. We close the place down and Uber back to the Airbnb. After half an hour or residual socializing everyone peels off to their respective rooms, that is, everyone who had rooms. We know that we're destined for the couch, except now we're 3 hours into dancing and grinding on one another and multiple drinks and shots deep...nature is calling for one thing, and one thing only.
It's completely dark downstairs, our friend falls out after taking an edible, but there's still a 0% chance we're doing it with him facing us, asleep or not. So, with less than sober reasoning abilities, we go outside to the patio. We're protected from visibility from the street, there is some protection from visibility from the first floor, absolutely none from above/the bedroom level of the house. Well, it's too damn bad. We start kissing, groping one another, I lift up her dress, and we go at it doggy style.
Call me biased, but my wife's ass is GREAT. I've got a handful of her brunette hair, and I'm making no attempts to stay quiet. Hell, we've already gone out of the way. My throbbing cock is going in and out of her wet, juicy pussy, and her cheeks are making the perfect CLAP each time I thrust in. Finally, I can no longer resist her tight pussy lips, and I cum inside of her. My semi-hard, veiny cock slides out and hangs down. Both of us breath deeply, then all of the sound kicks back in. The wind, AC units, whatever night animals scurried around...and a fridge door closing.
Talk about oh shit! We crouch and try to reassemble. As I pop up, we can still see our friend asleep on the couch. We wait and go back in once the kitchen is clear. We go to sleep, and wake up. The next morning, everyone slowly gathers for coffee and to plan breakfast. Then it happens. "Where were you guys last night?" We look at each other, look at them, and then everyone got immature teenage grins on their faces. They assumed we'd used the rental car, but that would have made too much sense.
Exposed and outdoors made a lot more sense at the time, and you know what? We'd do it again.
