It had been six months since I had seen my lovely wife of six years, Carrie. I was now heading to Bulgaria for some much needed rest, and she was to meet me at a hotel there. She had flown in the day before from the States in order to give her some time to recuperate from the long flight and jet lag.
As the bus pulled up to the hotel, my heart was pounding. The anticipation of seeing her was killing me. Carrie has a knack for surprises and I tried to guess what was going to be waiting for me. One time before she had worn a set of camouflage underwear that she really looked showed off ber beautiful body. I had to put my carry on over my waist area to hide the hard on that I had been sporting for the past hour. I thought my cock was going to rip through my pants.
After a small briefing on the do's and don'ts, I was given the room number, and was told that she had been given the extra key. The elevator seemed to take forever. I couldn't get there quick enough.