Day 1
"Oh my God, Mark! This place is beautiful!" We were standing in the lobby of the most luxurious hotel I have ever been in. Mark went to the front to check us in while I took a seat on the couch and just took in the scenery. Mark walked back over to me with our room key, and we made our way upstairs. The bellboy took our bags upstairs via the employee elevator, and met us at our room door. When the door was opened, I was taken by surprise that the room was more beautiful than the lobby! "The pictures do not do this place justice." I said walking through the room, giving myself a tour. I turned to see Mark tipping the bellboy, and closing the door as he left. Mark looked to me, and then around the room. He made his way over to the bed, and sat down.
"You should feel the bed." I knew what Mark wanted to do, and I could honestly say that I was not in the mood. I love my husband, but after 10 years of marriage, I knew that sex with him would not be satisfying. Even though this was our 10 year anniversary, I knew that no matter what, I was cheating on my husband before the weekend was over.
"Honey, I am so tried from our travel here today. I really just want to shower and take in the spa." I said while walking towards Mark. He stood and placed his hands on my hips.
"Aww, my baby is tired? Why don't I come in there with you and wash your back and your hair." The idea of him touching me made my skin crawl, but the only way he would leave me alone, would be to blow his load. So, instead of telling him yes to coming in the shower with me, I dropped to my knees, pulled his 5 inch dick out and gave him the most lackluster blow job. "Woah! I thought you were tired." I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth, "I knew you couldn't resist taking care of daddy." I fought the urge to roll my eyes! I hated when he called himself "daddy." I have been getting more and more irritated by everything he did. Part of me wanted out of this marriage, but I have no education, and was raised to stick by the man that takes care of you. Mark takes care of me, so this is where I will be for the rest of my life, I know pathetic. I knew exactly how to make Mark cum, in all this time he never changed his rhythm or tactics. One hand on his balls, and one finger in his ass was the cheat code to make him cum so hard, he falls asleep not too long after. I did just that, I made sure to have a nice grip on his small balls, I pulled his dick out my mouth and spit into my hand. I put his dick back in my mouth, took my spit filled hand and rubbed it on his asshole before sliding my finger to the hilt inside of him. "Oh yes, baby. Fuck my ass with your finger, and suck my cock like the good girl you are. Yes, you're taking such good care of daddy. Keep going and you're going to get your reward." Hearing him say "cock" made me want to vomit, I hated that word, but he loved it and at this point, whatever gets this done, I am all for it. I heard his breath start to pick up, and I knew he would cum soon. "Ashley, your mouth is going to make me cum! You want it baby? I know you do! Wait for it...Here it comes..." I braced myself for the flood of cum that would hit my mouth, "AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" at the last second backed away and let him cum on my face and shirt. I stroked his dick until he was fully sensitive and running from me. He fell back onto the bed breathing hard.
"Is it my turn now, Mark?" I spoke with a softness to my voice to give the impressions I was in the mood now, but he never opened his eyes, just waved me off. Little did he know, I was absolutely happy with that. I got up, made my way to the bathroom, and took a shower.
I didn't know how I was going to go about cheating on Mark, but I knew that I had to get started soon to ensure it happens. I got out the shower, and got dressed. I made sure to wear my nicest leggings and shirt on my way to the spa. I saw myself in the mirror before leaving and had to pat myself on the back. Even at 35, I still looked damn good! My boobs sat high, my ass is tight and jiggly, and my stomach is flat. Even after having 2 kids, I make this shit look good! I workout and eat well, I hike daily, and I tan often. I am a white girl, and I hate looking so pale, so the tan gives me a little color, which I like.
I walked into "Massage Haven" there was a pretty woman at the front desk. "Hi! Welcome to Massage Haven, would you like to see our treatments for the day?" I walked to her and looked over everything with her. After a little time reading, I decided on a deep tissue full body massage. "Would you like a male or female therapist?" Hearing her ask caused my mind to think dark thoughts.
"I can put my plan to work!" I thought to myself. "I would like a male, thank you."
"Absolutely." She was looking through the computer for who was available. "We have Derrick Matthews who is finishing up with a client. If you give him about 5 to 10 minutes, he can take care of you."
"Sure! Is he good?" I asked.
"I think you'll be VERY satisfied" Something about the way she said that caused a rush to go through me. I was almost as if she knew what I was planning. I would soon find out exactly what she meant. Thankfully I was in no rush, Mark was sleeping and would not be bothering me no time soon.
"Perfect! Sign here" I signed my name. "Please have a seat and when he is done, he will come and get you." I went to my seat and started messing with my phone waiting for my time to go in.
I was scrolling through Instagram, when I heard his voice. "Ashley Sanders?" I looked up and saw the most beautiful black man I have ever seen. He was tall, short hair, full beard, and muscles on top of muscles. I smiled at him.
"I'm Ashley." I stood up and shook his hand. his grip was so soft, it made me wet right then and there! I knew this massage was going to be amazing.
"It's nice to meet you" he said. "Please, follow me." He headed towards a room, and I followed as requested. He opened the door to the room, the lights were dim, and the massage table was in the middle of the room. There was a desk with different types of oils, and towels. I walked inside, and he closed the door behind us. "You're here for a full body deep tissue massage, is that correct?"
"Yes, it is."
"Do you know how long you'd like your massage to be?" He asked. Knowing I would need time to put my plan into action.
"What is the max time I can have?"
"You can do 120 minutes."
"Then let's do that." I responded.
"Sounds good. Please, remove your clothes and get under the blanket. I will knock in a few minutes to see that you're ready." I wanted to strip right in front of him, but I knew I had to play coy.