Fuckfest

We went on vacation recently, to Ocean City, NJ, on the Jersey Shore. Ocean City is not like the TV show. It’s a dry town, so it tends to be popular with people with small kids and people who used to come with their small kids. I like it just because it’s quiet and tidy. Last summer we went to Wildwood which is more of a teen hang, and it was fun, but more like Coney Island, less like Sanibel Island (not that any Jersey Shore town compares to Sanibel). We rented a VRBO, 1BR 1BA with a living/dining area and small kitchen.

At first we thought no kid would come along, but then plans changed and one stayed with us on an airbed for the first couple nights, before heading to Longport (like 10 min away) to stay with friends. It was tight in the apartment, but it was a good length of time to have an older teenager with us, and then we’re really happy he has friends to go crash on the Shore with. After he left, we had adult vacation for a few nights there, and one more night at home, and we took the opportunity to celebrate Fuckfest–lots of high sex, as nonstop as possible.

For the first time in her life, she felt totally comfortable and unselfconscious in bikinis, including some moderately skimpy ones. She has worn bikinis before, but as a young person you’re not comfortable in anything, and when she was as fit as a Shape magazine model in her late 20s, I don’t know, maybe she felt like she stood out too much. Anyway, she felt totally comfortable and unselfconscious, and I felt pretty horny because my foxy wife was in skimpy little bikinis all day (see featured image!). The first couple days, when we had kind of been expecting to be fucking a lot but weren’t, were hard but also fun because the desire-pressure was building up so much in me. Then when we finally cut loose the first evening we were alone, it was pretty great. Not that I remember any details–clearly we do too much weed and that night I think we probably did 80mg (me) to 100mg (her) of THC, which is a lot. Not all at once, but still I don’t have a lot of memories of the evening, so it was too much.

Speaking of which. The last two nights I did about 40, maybe 45mg, and it was sufficient. What I wonder is are we developing resistance, or tolerance? I don’t know if those are terms other people use, but what I mean is, if we’re resistant then we need to take more in order to get the same effect, but if we’re tolerant then we can take more without it affecting us as badly. I’m thinking I need to take a day when no kids are around and I don’t have to go anywhere and take 20mg in the mid-afternoon, and see how high I get. It would be good to go back to 20mg–I bet I could remember more and we would definitely spend less & have to shop less often.

What I do remember is what it all felt like. She’s really fucking hot right now. I mean, she always is, but she’s getting so fit and so tiny that she feels like a nymph in my arms. I can pick her up and throw her around like she’s nothing. Her hot little buns fit perfectly in one hand, and her neck, too. Even though she’s feeling very confident, it doesn’t change her love of submission, so now I have a skinny little thing that I can pick up with one arm and otherwise physically dominate. She’s strong, but I’m a lot bigger than her (I’m 70% bigger than her right now).

I have a note to myself to mention the biting. Have I lately? I’ve always bitten her, her neck and shoulders, and she’s always loved it. But now it’s taking us very deep. Very, very intense. Last night we were fucking, missionary, with fluids flying. I bit her shoulder, she gasped and shuddered, and I gripped her ass cheek with my hand. I could feel how wet and slick it was around her asshole … she kept getting crazier and crazier as I dove my first two fingers deeper and deeper, pressing them against my big hard cock through that thin wall. We both lost it–a kid was home and probably not even asleep so she pulled a pillow over her mouth as she stifled a scream and came, hard, her pussy and anus contracting and quivering, and though it was a bit early I couldn’t stop myself from just enjoying the moment, crossing over that threshold, and pulling out at the last second blew a huge load over the side of the bed to splat onto the floor nearby.