Take an actual break.

You call work and take another week of leave as Gemma cleans off your cock with her tongue. After you hang up the phone, you realize that the two of you have barely eaten in the past three days (notwithstanding the amount of cum she's swallowed), and you suggest heading into town to have breakfast at a cafe before spending some time at the beach. The two of you head upstairs where you place fresh linen on the bed and throw the soiled sheets into the washing machine before you hop into the shower together and get thoroughly clean. You resist the temptation to fuck her while showering, even though you remain rock hard as her soapy body rubs up against you, knowing that there's plenty more time for that in the coming week.

You get out of the shower first, giving her time to properly wash her hair, and head downstairs where you begin to pack some towels and drinks for the beach. She emerges about fifteen minutes later, dressed in a pair of tiny denim shorts, a pink halter top, and flip-flops. As arousing as she looks when she is absolutely _fucked_, you appreciate how perfect she looks with her hair and make-up done. Though a part of you knows it's because you yearn for the opportunity to mess up that picture of loveliness.

The two of you jump into your car and head into town. You pick a cafe that you and your wife don't regularly frequent and have a nice long breakfast before taking a drive to one of the more secluded and picturesque areas of the coast. You take a walk down the sandy beach, find a spot hidden away from the highway, and lay down your beach towels. Gemma strips off her shorts and top, revealing a skimpy neon-green string bikini with side-tie panties and a scoop neck top. You unbutton your linen shirt, letting the warm sun bathe against your chest as Gemma lays down on her towel and gazes out towards the sea.

"Put some lotion on my back please," she asks, turning to you with a smile.