Wife (38. 5'2". 135 lbs. Dark hair. Fair skin w/ tattoos. Runner's body but with great tits.)

Me (38. 6'1". 210 lbs. Light hair. Fair skin w/ tattoos. Average dad bod. Hit the weight room 1 or 2 times a week.)

This was a year ago but it was arguably the best sex that my wife and I have ever had. So good that I immediately wrote this for us to remember. So I apologize if it says you instead of she.

We had not been alone on a trip since the birth of our two kids. So we took a quick vacation to Vegas to see one of her favorite bands and to reconnect.

There was no doubt that this trip was going to have a lot of sex. I purposely picked a room that was luxurious but also a little on the slutty side. We had looked into some sex clubs but they were closed the days we were there but had plenty of fun without a crowd.

But the best was the night of the concert. From the instant we woke, both of us knew we were going to fuck passionately that night. The lingerie top she wore out solidified it. I couldn't stop flirting, brushing against her, eyeing her. At the show my fingers kept working their way from her ass, to her waist, and caressing her breasts from behind. All of this while I was going crazy because she would back into my throbbing cock and grind.

Even though we had flown out to Vegas for this concert, we gave into our urges and took a Lyft back.

... And a few lustful minutes later that night we ended back at our room. As soon as the door closed, her pants were on the ground. When I saw the way her ass perfectly ate those sexy panties, I was speechless and she was in control that night. No matter what I gave her, she was hungry for more. Looking into her man’s eyes, she could see me fight the losing battle, struggling with all my might to hold off. As she greedily pleaded with me to cum... She could see the resistance wash away from my face, and feel me let loose inside.

Then she took over and demanding fingers clawed at my shoulders, pulling me into her, into her heaving breasts. She'd kiss me passionately before quickly grabbing my still hard cock. I still had her delicious juices dripping from my shaft. The cool air of the empty room highlighted the heat radiating from her inviting slit. She was guiding my cock toward her sopping wet hole, pushing it in forcefully, then moaning as it hit the sweet spot when it found its way inside. I wasn't sure how I could give her what she needed but there was nothing else I wanted.

She feels amazing in those moments. She perfectly grips around my girth. She'll tighten up and massage my shaft and when I throb it feels like I could split her wide open, forcing her tiny hole to stretch around me as I go in and out with my full length.

It was like she could sense when I got my strength back. She started whispering "Fuck me" faster and faster before telling me to "pin me down and fuck me like a dirty slut".

I've thought of that a few times this last year as I make myself cum. Imagining that look on her face. A look of hungry fear because I think she knew that she'd let me do anything to her in that moment so long as she got fucked hard. I could feel her eyes on mine as I debated doing something unthinkable. Every filthy fantasy racing through my head at once.

But that night was for her and she likes it rough. I lifted her leg so I'd hit the the perfect spot and pulled her hair back with the other. "Oh fuck,” she gasped as I plunged back inside of her with everything I had left. A uncontrolled moan as a rush of her warmth covered my swollen dick, followed by another and another. Then another burst of steaming cum twitched from me.

While my tense body collapsed, she cuddled and snuggled on top of me. Purring that she still needed more. Even though I shouldn't have been able to continue, she was intoxicating. At that moment, I hoped it would never stop. A few strokes to make sure I was hard and she was guiding me in again. I love it when she is insatiable like that. A perfect combination of love and lust. "I've missed you" she whispered as she picked up the pace. After that was a blur until I felt her hold me close as she came again.

Even though she took every thing I had that night, I know she could have taken more. I wanted to give her more. I still want to give her more.