Horny Holiday

We had been married for so long that much of the passion in our love life had vanished or could only be found by false means, in the forms of alcohol or a random stranger. Until our recent holiday, that day we sat by the pool, both slightly pouting because we expected boredom to set in. As the day grew warmer so did we. I would occasionally glance over at him and notice the silhouette of his lips. When I turned over to my back he couldn’t help but notice how my ass jiggled. At one point, as he bent over to adjust the beach chair I reached up to smack his ass only to have him smack mine first with perfect precision. I displayed my pleasure with a slow wet kiss. As the sun fell lower in the sky our desire grew stronger. By this time, I noticed that many of the other people poolside had returned to their rooms and we were virtually alone. I slowly eased my leg over his while gentle kissing his shoulder and neck, then before I could stop myself I hopped into his lap. For a moment I held still waiting for someone to notice ,but as I realized that no one was paying attention I began to pull my wet puss harder against his hard cock. My husband artfully slipped a finger into my puss only making it wetter. Being as cunning as possible, I slid my wet bathing suit to the side so that he could deftly pull his stiff member from his shorts to plunge into me. It took all my will power not to moan with pleasure and give away our secret. Slowly over the next couple of minutes I gently road his cock. Sometimes moving only so slightly that you would hardly notice, but that only brought our height of desire higher. Before I could help myself I was coming all over his dick, followed shortly by a fountain of cum shot up between us, helping to hide the event that had just occurred. As inconspicuous as we could be we pulled apart, cleaned ourselves up, and headed upstairs to make dinner.