When Carol returned home late at night from a night out with her girlfriends, I was in bed and sat reading my book.
I usually did this, in case she had to ring me to collect her for some reason or another.
Finally, I heard her coming up stairs to the bedroom and greeted her with my usual question, "Did you have a good evening sweat heart?"
She looked at me, then said, "I need to tell you something."
My heart started to race, had she been attacked, was she okay. She looked good, no torn clothes, but she was certainly troubled.
She began to undress, folding each item or hanging it onto a hanger, but saying nothing more.
"Well, what is it you need to tell me? I hope you are not going to tell me you are leaving me; you've found someone new."
She looked at me as she released her breasts and placed the bra onto the chair next to the bed.
"Leaving you, no, well not for long anyway."
She then dropped her knickers, took them to the washing basket, then came over to the bed, and pulling back the covers, got in besides me, but didn't slide down into the bed as usual, but adjusted her position, half turning to me, and looking at me. I took my eyes from her magnificent tits and tried to replace them with my hands.
She slapped my hands away then said, "You need to listen to what I want to tell you, there will be plenty of time for that after."
It was now my turn to turn and face her, wondering what the hell was so important.
"Okay, I'm listening." I said, a little put out that I couldn't fondle the beauties I could see so very close to my hand.
"Well Martin, I have been struggling to start this conversation for a while now, but as the girls said tonight, I have now got no choice, but to tell you. I am going on holiday with my five buddies for a week."
I was stunned by this, and the more I processed the information, I was getting a little angry
"By that statement, you have this all planned, and I don't fit into this subject at all."
She leaned forward and put her hand on my chest, but I pushed it away. "There may be plenty of time for that after I have heard the rest of your plans."
Carol withdrew her hand, then said, "I wanted to tell you but I kept putting it off. I knew you wouldn't be very happy about it, but I wanted to join them after they told me what a great time, they had last year. Then when they suggested that I join them, I just went along with it."
"Well, you're not asking me if I mind you going, you aren't saying 'us' in this, just you. So, why are you wanting to go away with them?"
She didn't reply at once, and seemed to be gathering her thoughts. "Okay," she said as she came to a decision. "I get on really well with them all, we go out together one day every month, and have a lot of laughs together. Yes, you know I dance with other men if we go to a club, or get chatted up by fellows who think we are on the lookout for a quickie that our husbands wouldn't know about, but I always tell you about it and we get a bit raunchy if I explain that one guy felt my tits as we did a slow dance, or he squeezed my ass."
"I interrupted her, and said, "Yes, it's a perk for them, you say it's just that, and we usually have a good fuck after you tell me, because you are randy and have an itch that I like to scratch. But how does this equate to going on holiday for a week with four or is it five, girlfriends?"
"Five, I will make it six."
"Six women going on holiday without their husbands, to; oh yes; you haven't said that yet have you?"
"We are going to southern Spain to a resort that the rest of them have been to before."
"Spain, in a resort, plenty of wine, spirits flowing, skimpy bikinis on display, any bloke there is going to think you are asking to be fucked."
She looked at me and then as good as slit my throat by saying, "Exactly."
