After a long and tiring flight to Ottawa, my husband and I were eager to spice up our vacation with some steamy action. As we returned to our cozy abode, I couldn't resist the allure of his bulging manhood, visible through his tight underwear. In the dim light of the room, I reached out to caress him, my fingers dancing over his throbbing member.My husband moaned in pleasure as I skillfully worked my hand along his length, my fingers gliding over his sensitive skin. The room was filled with our heavy breathing and the soft sounds of our intimate play. I knew exactly how to touch him, where to grip, and how hard to squeeze to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. His moans grew louder as I continued my sensual ministrations, my hand moving faster and faster.As the tension built, I felt a surge of pleasure coursing through me, mirroring my husband's rising arousal. His body stiffened, and with a final, desperate stroke, he climaxed, his hot release coating my hand. The sight was a perfect end to our first day in Ottawa.