You feel your wife squeeze your hand underneath the long family table. You glance at her and give her a weary but hopeful smile. You were hoping that this year would be different, but when your parents asked you to come for an end of the season get together, you were hoping that it would just be you, your wife, and your parents. But unfortunately your Uncle and Aunt, your Brother with his wife and kids, and your Cousin who sometimes brings a special girl or a special guy, but showed up alone this time.
You give your wife’s hand a squeeze too, as your Brother and Uncle talk politics. The tones are getting heated and even your Father joins in the discussion.
“Maybe we should just sneak away.” Your wife whispers in your ear.
“I’d rather be stuck in traffic than hear more of this.” You whisper back.
Your mother gets up and starts gathering up the dirty plates. “Why don’t you too help me in the kitchen?”
“Of course, Mom.” You reply. Your wife’s body brushes against yours as you both get up.
“I’ll wash.” You volunteer as you fill the sink with hot soapy water. Your wife grabs a towel, “I don’t remember where things go.”
“If he washes, and you dry, I’ll put things back.” Your mom says in a cheerful tone as she wraps up the leftovers.
The water is hot, and the suds feel good as you use the dishcloth to clean the plates. One by one you hand them to your wife. Then the glasses and silverware. Occasionally you feel her slowly rub your ass cheek. You want to turn and see if your Mom notices but you focus on the dishes instead.
Soon all that is left are the cooking pans. You see a layer of grease form in the wash water. Using some steel wool, you scrub and scrape the pans, rinsing them in hot, clean water.
You feel a soft breath near your ear, “You are so talented with your hands. I can’t wait to get you alone.” Her soft tone, and the thought of being alone with her, causes a stirring in your pants.
“Make sure you scrub those pans well. I don’t want to have grease build up on them.” Your Mother says, which breaks the mood.
After everything is put away, you say, “I think I want to walk on the beach for a bit.”
Your wife grabs your hand, “I agree.” You both put on your jackets, but they are not warm enough. The wind off the water is colder than either of you expected.
“I just want some time alone with you.” You say, as the gulls make noise overhead. There are whitecaps on the water. Probably not a storm on the way, but things are just bad enough that you both agree to return to the house. “So much for sex on the beach.” She says as she puts an arm around your waist and you hold her closer.
Hanging up your jackets, you realize the family all moved into the living room.
The TV is on and they are arguing between watching the local game or watching an old movie.
Your wife grips your hand and presses a finger to her lips as she motions her head to the bedrooms upstairs. Silently you nod and follow her. She takes the steps slowly, two at a time, shifting her weight to minimize the squeak of the wooden treads.
You match her stride and try to move just as quietly.
At the top of the stairs, she turns and kisses you. Her lips feel a little cool from being outside, but her tongue is nice and warm.
You hug her tightly, feeling her firm breasts press against you. Her hands grip your ass cheeks as you continue to kiss.
She backs up and pulls you into the bedroom.
You let go of her and try to close the door quietly. The old hinges squeak louder than you want, but you ensure the door is closed all the way.
Turning towards your wife, her top is already off as she pulls off her jeans.
“I want..” you start to say but she puts her hand to your mouth and shakes her head.
You nod in understanding as you undo your pants.
She soundlessly removes hers and places then on a chair, then sits down on the edge of the bed. The old mattress squeaks loudly.
Both of you visibly flinch. You point to the pillows, and she tosses them to you.
Laying the pillows on the floor, you then grab the quilt off the bed when your wife stands up. Spreading it out, you point for her to lie down on top of it. The wooden floor groans with her weight, but she shifts to minimize the sound. She spreads her legs and you lie down, softly kissing the inside of her right thigh.
Her skin is warm against your lips and you smell her arousal.
You kiss closer to her tasty snatch.
Soft, quiet kisses.
Inching closer to her sweet, damp pussy.
Using just the tip of your tongue you lick the crotch of her panties, pressing the fabric against her sensitive lips.
You hear a stifled moan as she puts her knuckle to her mouth and presses her lips against it firmly. As much as you want to tease her and take your time, you realize that you will soon be missed so you slide the gusset to the side and plunge your tongue deep into her waiting pussy.
She uses her free hand to pull your hair as she moans around her knuckle.
Sliding your hands under her ass you lick her pussy and then suck her clit.
Normally you’d hum while you do it, but you don’t want to make any noise.
You feel your hard prick pressing against your undershorts, so you stop using your mouth, and ease back to remove your underwear.
Then you, as quietly as you can, crawl up her. Holding yourself up, you position yourself at her opening. She reaches down and guides you into her.
Her wet pussy feels so warm and inviting.
Sliding it in deeper, you work your hips, slowly thrusting and moving.
She moves her head up and kisses you deeply.
You lie on her fully. Holding her. Kissing her. Still working your hips.
The excitement of having to keep quiet is so different.
Normally you both are loud and physical, but right now, the idea of having this quiet moment together, while everyone is downstairs, make it that much sexier.
Her mouth against yours, you feel her moaning in pleasure. Your cock twitches inside of her as you cum. She must also be excited. She wraps her legs around you and you feel her pulling tighter.
You wait a moment for both of you to stop.
Easing your head back you silently mouth “Are you done?”
She nods.
You roll off her. The floor creaks again.
Shaking your head in frustration, you stand up, and get dressed.
Your wife throws the quilt and pillows back on the bed, then dresses too.
As quietly as you can, both of you head downstairs.
Your mother looks at you, and gives you a sly smile.
“Was the beach too cold?”
You nod. “Yeah, we went upstairs to warm up.”
Your Cousin steps past and says “Jeez, you two smell like sex.”
Your wife grins, “Maybe we should take a shower?”
“Lead the way.” You say and give her a kiss.
