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A blast of come shoots into her mouth, and another blast. It feels like gallons draining out. Paula raises up enough on my cock to swallow. She is so good at this, sucking gently as the last chunky come oozes out. Cleaning me off.
"That was awesome, thanks babe." I compliment her.
"You're welcome." Looking about, "Do you know how to get us out of here?"
Back to the highway and off to the brewers festival, already in progress. Twenty-five craft brewers are set up under a giant tent, selling samples of their best beer. Venders lined up along another side with various foods. Live bands playing one after the other until after dark; and I'm here with a very horny wife who I know will want to fuck me to death later tonight in the hotel. Does it get any better than this? Well maybe if she had a hot girlfriend with her.... Anyway, we had a great time. Over the years, Paula has learned to enjoy superior beers. We enjoyed each other's company and the crowd was upbeat and not too rowdy, considering the alcohol consumption. One interesting thing happened during the day. This was about 7pm. We had both had a few and the beer tent was crowded. Paula elected to wait under a large oak tree while I went in to get us fresh beers. When I returned I overheard her tell someone, "See, that's my husband. I told you." Sitting on the ground across from Paula was a young man, probably 22-25. I asked her what she had told him.
"I told him that I had a husband, and that you would be right back. He didn't believe me." She explained.
"Hi, I'm the husband, and she tells the truth." I explained to the young fellow. He looked rather sheepish, and got up.
"Nice talking to you." He muttered to Paula as he walked away.
I asked Paula who he was. She didn't know him, saying that he just stopped by and started talking to her. His name was Michael, and when she told him she was married and that her husband would be back any minute he didn't believe her. I kidded Paula that he was trying to pick her up, but she disagreed with me, saying that he was only being friendly. I knew it was bullshit, guys aren't just friendly with chicks; he wanted to fuck Paula. At around 10pm we were both feeling a little beat and a little drunk. The last band was wrapping up and it seemed like a good time to head out to the hotel. I didn't see Michael again, but the place was still crowded. Thankfully, it was a short ride to the Hilton and I was careful. Paula was very kissy in the car. We checked in and went to our room. I thought sex would be the first thing on the agenda, but Paula had noted that the pool was open until midnight and she wanted to go for a swim. We changed into our suits and went back down. The pool and hot tub were secluded off of a long hallway away from the lobby and elevators. Paula made a beeline for the hot tub, but I was ready to cool off, so I entered the pool. At this hour the whole area was deserted, in fact we hadn't seen another guest since our arrival. Paula must have been either feeling her beers or her horniness, because as I surfaced and looked over at her in the tub she pulled her bikini top down, flashing me her breasts. I looked around, but we were still alone with no sight of anyone.
"Why don't you bring those babies over here?" I asked her.
Without a word, Paula climbed out of the hot tub and came into the pool. I was at the far end and she walked right over to me, her beautiful breasts swaying, until she was right in front of me. Kissing me hard, she reached into my shorts, freeing my rapidly hardening cock.
"I want you in me right now." She stated matter-of-factly.
And with that, she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and mounted me, right in the hotel pool.
"We can't do this." I gasped.
"Just for a minute."
Paula was true to her word; she rode me for perhaps a minute, and then slid off, fixing her suit. With some effort, I stuffed my hardon into my suit.
"That was nice, but I think it would be even nicer upstairs." I said.