What made her wet? She had to admit that this was a good question. There were some things in the past that had stirred her emotions, but some of them were now beyond her capacity to handle. She tried to focus her mind on thinking about this issue, but failed. Her thoughts tended to wander easily. Maybe she could go to the bookstore to seek inspiration. She drove the car into the turning lane and saw the Christmas lights of Barnes & Noble. She glanced at her watch and confirmed that she still had time to browse.

She bought her favorite latte at Starbucks and then headed straight for the island where she had previously savored the experience with him. After reading the chapter list and flipping through a few pages from several books, she selected one that had an entire chapter dedicated to stories of heterosexual couples. She found a comfortable chair and sat down, beginning to read the first story. After a few sentences, she clearly felt that the language style didn't suit her, so she moved to a different place. After reading the fourth story, she finally found what she wanted - a story about an island vacation for a couple celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary.

It all began with

My husband and I flew back from the mainland of the United States to Honolulu. We rested for a day in Honolulu and just arrived on Kauai Island. The time was still early, and the airport was deserted. We queued up to rent a car. Jack picked out a simple cotton sundress for me. He was stroking my back and rubbing my neck, while that young man was asking all kinds of questions about insurance, fuel, and the return time. I was enjoying the cool breeze blowing over my legs when suddenly I realized that the young man behind the counter was secretly glancing at my breasts. I looked down and was astonished to find that my nipples were pressed against the thin fabric. The gentle breeze and the coolness turned my originally full and soft breasts into small buds the size of fingertips, surrounded by walnut-colored waves. I instinctively turned my body to the side, and Jack's hand was tightly pressed against the exposed part of my backless dress. Jack didn't move because no one could see, so I just enjoyed the warmth of his palm.

Getting into the jeep and heading towards the seaside cottage, Jack pulled me onto a bench and placed his hands on my thighs, all the way down to my hips. I shifted a little, spreading my legs slightly, allowing his palms to rest against my vaginal lips. Through my dress, I could feel him gently stroking me, making me all wet. I hadn't been with Jack for over six weeks. He was in England on business, while I was in St. George Island helping a friend watch the house. Those days were very pleasant, and the location of the house was some distance from others, so I could spend most of my time naked on the private poolside, basking in the sun. My skin was tanned dark, my hair was naturally light, and it had been a week since my last period. I couldn't believe I was ready to welcome my husband's touch and mouth, as well as his thick penis sinking deeply into my body.

I reached out and rubbed the long lump on the inner side of his right thigh. He moaned softly, and the already dense flesh of my body became even more so. Jack wrapped his arm around my neck and his hand reached into my dress top. He began to gently circle my nipples, and I struggled to hold back my gasps and moans. He always had a way with my nipples, with just the right amount of pressure, friction, and squeezing. Sometimes, if I pushed him to the limit, kissed his mouth and breasts, but couldn't get him to continue paying attention to me sexually, I would be on the verge of going crazy. I began to twist my hips rhythmically, telling Jack that I wasn't sure if I could hold out until we reached the house. To my dismay, he said "OK" and then stopped what he was doing.

I unfastened the belt at the back of my neck, allowing my shirt to fall down to my waist. I continued to fondle Jack's erect penis and pulled his hand back to my nipples. He smiled and continued to play with my nipples. I reached into his shirt and began to tug on his nipples. Jack's nipples were the most sensual and sensitive among all the men I had ever known. His moans confirmed how intense his desire for me was. We reached a bend and left the paved road, the bumpy gravel road causing severe jolts, making Jack's eyes constantly shifting away from the road. I twisted my body to take off my skirt, looking at Jack's panting, and I smiled. He was sucking my body tightly, and was forced to twist his body to relieve the pressure from his tight shorts.

Jack parked the jeep about thirty feet away from the edge of the cliff, exactly aligning with the side door of the cabin. Without hesitation, I got out of the car, undressed, and strolled to the edge of the cliff to enjoy the view. Once again, I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the island. The beach below was empty, and I immediately knew what to do next. Jack stood still, led me inside, and I turned to tell him that I wanted to go to the beach. He didn't argue. After a few trips in the car, he threw his luggage into the cabin, took off his clothes, wore only sunglasses, and then turned the jeep around. I climbed in. I lay my back against the door and pulled his hand between my parted legs, pressing it against my vulva. Jack responded by putting his thumb into my wet lips and lubricating it, then began to draw small circles on my scrotum. I pulled and squeezed my nipples, and his magical fingers, for the first time touching me, pushed me to the edge. I was forced to pull back and couldn't help but let out a loud moan. I leaned over him, put his flagpole-like erection in my mouth, and greedily sucked on it. Jack grabbed my hair and pulled me back to prevent us from ending the encounter before we reached the beach.

We drove directly to the edge of the beach. I got out of the car and rushed towards the waves. Jack and his huge erection were hot on my heels. I plunged into the waves, floated for a while to cool off, and enjoyed Jack's lustful gaze. He strolled to the foot of the cliff and cooled his head under a small freshwater waterfall. The brief immersion made me feel refreshed. I climbed onto the beach and played with him under the waterfall. I asked him to help me rinse with his hands, then pulled him out into the sunlight and lay down on my back, guiding his head towards my waiting mouth. For weeks I had been dreaming of this moment. His kiss was as wonderful as I remembered. He was an expert at kissing, and we embraced passionately.

I really wanted to keep kissing, but my nipples were screaming, longing to be licked, sucked and gently bitten. I pressed my body against Jack's shoulder, grabbed one of my breasts, and pushed the now-shrunken nipple into his mouth. I was almost about to climax. One day, his magical mouth will make me reach climax without even touching the lower part of my breasts. He pinched one breast with his fingers and skillfully licked the other breast with his mouth. I couldn't help rubbing myself against him. Occasionally, his firm nipples would push into the creases of my body. When his head touched my lower part, I would let out a little whimper.

I can't go on like this anymore. I must stay rational. For the past six weeks, I've been grabbing Jack's hair more and more desperately, pushing him down and making him lick me right now. His contented groans tell me that he misses my warm fluids just as my little brother misses his tongue. When he tried to stop and rub my belly and navel, I pushed him down even harder. At the same time, his hands reached my hard nipples, and his tongue probed between my labia for a long time. My screams became less shrill. I was sure that someone might be watching us, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't care anymore.

I begged him to squeeze me hard. The circles he made with his tongue began to push me towards the unbreakable and irresistible situation I had always longed for. The pressure and friction on the clitoris felt like an explosion, and occasionally he would pinch my nipples hard, sending waves of intense pleasure throughout my body. Jack emitted the familiar hungry sounds I was accustomed to. If this man had any hobbies, giving me this kind of pleasure was definitely the most important one. This was his natural skill. As long as I gave him a hint, he would be willing to display it at any time. I believe some women also understand this ultimate pleasure, but we are definitely rare exceptions and very few.

Oh, my God, it's starting. A wave of passion begins in my toes and spreads to my legs, making me twitch involuntarily. Jack also speeds up and intensifies his efforts. I start to moan softly. His fingers touch the edge of my nipples, which are as hard as erasers, and start squeezing. The waves of passion reach my pelvis, and the explosive pleasure begins to shock my entire body, making me almost faint. I feel my hips hitting the sand rhythmically, my abdomen heating up, and my abdominal muscles tighten uncontrollably. Every muscle in my body is burning. The screams that have been building up inside me finally burst out, and the vocal cords that had been vibrating on the rock echoed the climax. And these vocal cords had long been out of my control.

I was pulling his tongue away, although he had loosened his fingers and made me curl up into a fetal position so that I could better enjoy the ebb of the afterglow. Jack lay beside me, gently rubbing my back and neck. After a few minutes, I fell asleep.

I suddenly woke up and noticed that the sun had moved far enough along its arc, and the shadow of the cliff was now covering us. The cool sea breeze also gave me a slight chill. I turned over and looked back at Jack, who was also asleep. He turned over on his back, completely exposed to the air. In my opinion, Jack's penis was very beautiful. Having had his foreskin removed meant that his head was always visible, and he trimmed his pubic hair neatly for me. When we were sleeping, his penis softened, but it was still thick and hung between his legs. I knelt on the sand and put the entire penis in my mouth, starting to suck it, while holding his soft testicles with my hand. Jack's testicles were truly huge. Only the finest blonde hair covered them, and the skin was extremely soft and elastic. I stopped sucking his constantly lengthening penis and gently put half of it along with what was inside into my mouth, licking it with my tongue, just as he had taught me many years ago.

When Jack started to get agitated, I moved my hand to my chest and began to cup one of his nipples. It became hard almost immediately, and I started to pinch it more roughly. I moved back to his abdomen, turned my head, and took his fully engorged penis into my mouth, as far as I could, while using my other hand to massage his lubricated testicles. Jack was now fully awake, and I could feel his hand on the back of my head. It took me many years to reach the level of comfort I had when sucking my husband. I knew he really wanted to push my head completely into his vagina, but throughout our 26-year marriage, he had never forced me. His tightening of his scrotum told me that if I continued like this, just a few more strokes and he would push me beyond the point of no return.

As I approached his mouth, I stopped and gently bit his nipple. When he let out a sensual moan and pushed him to the brink of pain, I couldn't help but grin. I deeply kissed him and told him that I was ready to feel the taste of him filling me up. Jack made me lie on my back and began to rub my vaginal lips with the front end of his erect penis, making me wet again. After a few thrusts, he forcefully inserted the entire penis into my body, and I moaned happily. The part I liked most about sex was this first insertion. I loved the feeling of being filled by him so much, and I watched as his entire body was buried in me, his face filled with pure ecstasy. Jack began to suck me deeply for a long time, enjoying this brief sexual encounter, because he had been fasting for a long time and had been anticipating it for several hours. Indeed, a few seconds later, he suddenly raised his head and let out a powerful roar, starting to release the pent-up sexual desire into my body. This was exactly what I wanted. I wasn't seeking another climax; I was seeking the expression on his face at that moment and the trembling sensation all over his body. This was truly the perfect way to start the holiday.