I’ll admit that it was premeditated and well worth the injured faces of our brood as we dropped them off at school on the way to start our Groundhog Day. The jig was up when I walked out of our bedroom and saw the confusion evident on our youngest one’s face while eating his breakfast because I’m usually gone before anybody rises in the house. That started the bombardment of questions and calls of inequality and injustice that didn’t end until we forced them out of the van in the school drop-off line. After we gleefully discarded our brats with just the right amount of gloating, we decided that it would be better to relish it over a hot breakfast, but before we did, we went home to change into our beach attire and pack our beach gear and a cooler. Afterward, we went to our favorite breakfast joint, conveniently located just up and around the corner from our house, where we both ordered our usual breakfast special, hers with the over easy eggs and mine scrambled dry. Finally fat and sassy thanks to the copious amounts of coffee, we waddled out to our love bus for the short jaunt to our local spot on Fort Lauderdale beach.
We couldn’t have chosen or asked for a better day to play hooky as the beach was flat and clear as glass, and being a school and work day, it was sparsely populated. We set up camp before we strolled for sea-glass, frolicked in the shallows, read our books under the umbrella, and just soaked in what we were very aware and fortunate to share. I even napped for a spell after falling asleep with my book on my chest to wake up and see my errthang wading into the water. She is so beautiful and sweet, and she was happy to see me awake but happy that I got some peaceful sleep for a change even though she missed me. We continued to soak up each other, the peace and the sun until we realized we were both a fine shade of pink and hungry again after mentally sitting on a comment I threw out earlier in the day that we should hit our favorite sub joint Laspada’s, another staple of our growing up in Fort Lauderdale. So we packed our gear, and within minutes, we ordered the Monster that was enough for both of us to share when we got home. After arriving and lunch, you would have thought us to be a couple of college kids home on Spring break the way there were towels strewn over chairs, beach sand trailed through the house, and remnants of our Monster sub and drained Cokes sitting on the island bar as she pulled me into the bedroom like we needed to hurry before her parents got home.
I was so full from lunch and ready for another nap but understood that we were building the perfect Groundhog Day and that nothing is more perfect than making love to my beautiful wife; plus we only had so much time left before we had to pick up our five kids from school and we needed a little more time to perform what we can’t share but that our high pro glows and sated smiles would annoyingly convey to our brood anyways. She wanted to rinse first, but I told her that a little salt never killed anybody as I tossed her onto the bed and peeled off her bathing suit. “Not fair,” she cried as she pulled my shirt off over my head and worked at my beach shorts. She wanted to play too and wrestled for it, but I didn’t want to give her what she wanted just yet and pinned her down to force her to concede.
I held her flat and pushed her legs open and her fight only subsided when my mouth closed over her clit. After that she just pushed my face into her harder as I dangled my thick hanging cock just within reach so that she was still able to wrap her hand around it and work out some of her frustrations. She always tastes so fucking good and even flavored like the beach with a hint of tanning oil and salt or even better a delicious margarita with a salted rim and I ate and drank her juices while she thrashed under my tongue and soaked our sheets. There was still plenty of fight in her as she tried to pull my cock to her mouth for retribution but I just pushed her flat again and reminded her of our rule about no tasting until I’m properly flavored in her.
I forced myself between her legs and picked up her hips and pulled her hard to me before spreading her legs open wide and teasing her with my cock as she bucked under me. As I broke into her, I purposely only gave her a few inches as I bobbed in her shallows to watch her squirm. Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head and continued to jockey for more. I pushed my knuckles down on cervix so that it would push her g-spot forward while I also massaged her clit with my thumb and ran the head of my cock continuously across her fleshy g-spot until she was about to jump. When I stopped suddenly, her eyes flew open wide like I robbed her sight, and her jaw locked with clenched teeth as she pulled me deep inside her with her legs. I rammed her deep and hard several times to keep her on the fence but pulled out cold-turkey just before she was about to jump again. And just as she was about to protest violently I grabbed her by the mane and pulled her head and mouth to me and over my cock. I chastised her as I pinned her head to the mattress and filled her hungry mouth.
I rhetorically asked her “doesn’t your pussy taste great” to which all she could answer me with were muffled happy sounds as she cleaned herself off me. I pushed my fingers inside her to keep her primed and just when she lost the concentration to suck my cock because she was about to jump again I withdrew and closed her legs and turned her on her side where finally, beaten to submission, she curled into fetal position as I slowly filled her from behind. I took my sweet time with long torturing strokes directed right at her g-spot, and it wasn’t long before the constant bombardment, like of bombs turning her fight to rubble, that she looked over her shoulder at me with a look that could only invoke mercy. With all her fight seemingly gone, I turned her onto her back and pinned her arms flat with our fingers laced and continued to make love, ready to finish our Groundhog Day together. With a steady increasing pace, I ground her to putty in our undulating dance, watching as her fuse neared its magnificent end. I watched her closely as her full breasts ebbed to our flow, her heavy breaths increased to a crescendo and her beautiful strained face with its wanton scowl and full lips and as she bit at my restraining hand and finally permitted, she came hard in the loudest silent song that I could not help to echo as I filled her with my love song.
Finally spent and so completely and equally sated, she stated that the only way Groundhog Day could be any better is with our kids and some ice cream. So we quickly rinsed, and with no time to spare, we collected all our brood and finished our Groundhog Day with everyone’s favorite Menchie’s frozen yogurt.
Happy Hump Day!
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