Extreme Sex in Room 13
by Cristiano Caffieri
Bob and Maya Buxton had been married for almost 3 years but all was not well. Whereas he was highly sexed, she showed little enthusiasm. Marriages like this of course tend to run into all kinds of problems, arguments were frequent and sometimes separation is inevitable.
Even though he was as frustrated as hell, Bob loved his wife and was determined to try and save the marriage if at all possible. This is why he listened to his buddy Joel’s solution, as bizarre as it seemed.
“Take her to the Jamaica Inn,” he said, referring to a local motel, “and book into room 13.”
He went on to say that there was something weird about the room, “Women seemed to turn into wild animals when they enter it. Believe me, I’ve been there with my wife and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. And you don’t know Jules La Croix, but he’s the guy who put me on to it, it totally saved his relationship with his Russian mail-order bride.”
As mythological as it sounded Bob decided to give it a try. He proposed to suggest a nice quiet week-end to Maya, away from cooking and housework, so they could relax and enjoy each others company.
She looked at him quizzically when he suggested it but she agreed, with the proviso that he took her out for a nice dinner and didn’t go out for a pizza like the last time they stayed in a hotel. He quickly agreed to her demands and got on the phone to make a reservation for the following week-end, specifying that he must have room 13.
His buddy teased and taunted him every day prior to the big event; however, Bob was beginning to have his doubts. It was hard to believe the atmosphere in a room could turn his wife into a raging nymphomaniac.
Trying to be more positive, he did think it might have something to do with the decor, perhaps there was wallpaper with cavorting nudes on it, or maybe there was a round bed with black silk sheets. Joel just refused to answer any of his questions on the subject and simply told him to wait and see.
On the Friday evening, when they arrived, he was a little more than disappointed, room 13 was just a plain ordinary motel suite, it had no atmosphere at all. He carried in their cases and sat on the bed to look around as Maya took a peek in the bathroom. When she re-appeared she had a strange look on her face, it was almost as if she was in a daze. She almost leered at him as she went over to the window to draw the blinds, she then locked the door and turned with a somewhat menacing look on her face.
“OK – you brought me here to fuck me, let’s get on with it.”
She ripped her dress off, not literally, she actually ripped it off, with buttons flying everywhere. After that she slipped off her bra and panties and advanced on Bob who seemed to be frozen to the spot.
“Come on lover boy,” she said, doing a very bad impression of the girl from dirty dancing, “Let’s get it on.”
It was his buttons that shot across the room next as she tore his shirt from his body and then shoved him back so that she could forcibly remove his pants. Once he was completely naked she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs, then taking his still semi-hard dick in her hand, she rubbed it up and down her wet crack groaning out loud as she did so.
It didn’t take long for his cock to become as hard as a mizzen mast and he had the feeling that she would soon either absorb it into her hairy snatch or deep throat it. She did neither. Maya, still straddled, moved up the bed until her groove spread out over his mouth and then she tugged on his hair and told him to make her cum.
In spite of it being a bit difficult to breath he managed to move his tongue up and down her pink moist folds. She was enjoying it but she wanted him to go faster, she wanted a big earth shattering orgasm and so she pulled on his hair as it was a pair of reigns to urge him on.
Bob held onto her thighs as he tried to force his pussy flicker further and further into her hole. When she began to move her ass up and down, and became more vocal, he knew she was about to cum.
“Holy fuck,” she cried out, as her quim began to quiver, “Holy fuck, keep doing it, keep doing it”
Even though she’d had one orgasm she wanted to go for two and it didn’t take long, even though his jaw felt as though it was going to fracture at any moment.
“That was good,” she gasped, as she lifted herself off and sat beside him for a few moments.
Bob thought after he’d given her the big O she would surely give him a blow job but once again – it didn’t work out that way.
“I want you to suck my tits,” she said, kneeling behind him and dangling them over his face.
He fondled them, licked them and sucked them for a good ten minutes, as Maya whimpered with delight. Then it was his turn. She began to move forward rubbing her cunt across his face as she advanced on his dick, slithering down his sweaty body like a python in search of its dinner.
She fondled his balls and licked up and down the sides of his schlong and then, quite suddenly, took it between her lips and sank it deep into her mouth. Holding it there for a few moments she continued to massage his balls and then started to slowly move her lips up and down it.
Bob was breathing heavy as her ass gyrated just a few inches from his face and his whole body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. As she increased the pace he could feel his sperm welling up in his balls ready to make a break for it.
“I’m cumming,” he yelled, and she responded by going even faster until it shot into her mouth.
Maya turned around, licked her lips and slowly lowered herself on to his throbbing cock. He thought it might not be hard enough to fuck her so soon after he’d blown his load, but when she grabbed onto his hands and started to bounce up and down on it – he couldn’t wait to cum again.
His petite wife acted as though she was a rodeo performer and she kept grunting as her thighs crashed against his. When she realize he was about to cum she began to yell and that turned into a full blown scream as he arched his back and gave several powerful thrusts upwards, creaming her cunt as he did so.
After all the activity he was almost too shagged out to go out to dinner but a promise is a promise and to show her appreciation, when they returned to room 13, the sex started all over again. And that’s the way it was all week-end.
Bob managed to crawl to work on Monday and just after he’d left the house Joel arrived and handed Maya a photo of One Direction with the autographs of every member scrawled on it. She was a great fan of the band and stood there shaking her head in disbelief.
“Why would you part with a treasure like this?” she asked.
“I promised I’d give it to you that if you’d go along with my plan to get your marriage back on track,” he said, “after all Bob saved my life when we served in Afghanistan together, I owe him.”
“It was a crazy plan,” she laughed, “but it worked, in fact I really enjoyed being the dominant wife, I think I’m going to do that quite often.”
She handed him the photograph back, “Here – you keep it – I really enjoyed the week-end – I don’t need any reward.”
Joel sighed with relief as he left the house, “Gosh, I’m glad she gave me the photo back,” he mumbled to himself, “Eventually she was sure to have found out that I’d signed all the names on the back myself.” THE END
