Murder Mystery Weeend

Susan is someone I am immensely fond of. This is my very first attempt at publishing something on this site, so please be very gentle with any comments.

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They had booked a night away in a country house hotel. Both his wife and Susan were hooked on some website which regularly sent out local offers. Tom had looked at it once. However he found that as soon as it has your email, it bombarded you with endless emails daily, so that he had quickly deleted it.

The offer was a murder mystery dinner. An event commonly used, he supposed, to fill rambling country hotels. They had arrived early and enjoyed a long country walk. Checking into the hotel around 5pm, they found they had large comfortable rooms next door to each other, in some sort of modern annexe quite a long walk along a corridor from the main hotel. The rooms following that standard design often seen. Door onto a lobby with hanging space and parking for luggage to one side and the ensuite to the other. Large double bed. Built in bedside table and dressing table under the window with a chair. A single soft easy chair used mainly for draping clothes.

After showering and dressing, they met up as usual in one room. On this occasion Tom's room. Tom had the seat in front of the dressing table which he had reversed to face the two girls who were perched on the bed. Susan's husband Sam in the easy chair squeezed in the corner to one side. Sam manipulated the wine bottle, quickly popping the cork, pouring Cava for the girls into the two small glasses Tom had recovered from the bathroom. The boys drank a cold beer directly from the bottles. Something Tom hated.

Susan was opposite him, allowing Tom to appraise her briefly. She was wearing her high shoes he admired. Something which only had an outing on special occasions, when walking was not expected. Dark sheer legs, which wrinkled almost to black behind the knee. A black and white dress in some modern fabric, viscose he supposed. Her nails and lips in the matching subtle pale red he also admired so much. Tom enjoyed watching her lips perform a familiar dance for him, as Susan twittered. Something about nibbles which his wife Laura had quickly produced.

Tom kissed her gently in his head. He knew instantly as she sat, that she wore stockings. Something she always wore for him whenever possible, after he had teased her about wearing them one Christmas. As they sat the bed sank under their weight so that they quickly had to adjust positions. Susan mildly perplexed as she found her knees, now raised and necessarily clamped tightly together, now pointed directly at Tom. Susan met Tom's smiling eyes which she knew were enjoying her discomfort. Her right knee beginning to tremble before a wobbly right hand reached quickly out to still it, as Susan struggled to move demurely on the bed.

Tom turned towards Sam waiving his bottle. 'Cheers', they both repeated. I hope this evening is fun, they agreed. It went without saying that a murder weekend was not something they would have chosen. But it gave the girls the chance to dress up, and there would be wine and food which was always welcome. Susan turned to chink her glass with Laura. 'Yes, let's hope it doesn't end in a real murder', Susan joked whilst giving her husband a pointed look. It was not that Susan and Sam bickered continuously. More that they fenced with barbed comments at every available opportunity.

For a moment Tom held Susan's gaze meaningfully, before looking down carefully at the hem of her dress. Returning to her face, he was amused that it was now slightly flushed. Her eyes slightly plaintive as she met his, but seeing no excuse. Susan looked quickly away and she gave a small silent gasp as her left knee, furthest from her husband, sank slightly. Only Tom knew of the extreme effort that was required to perform that seemingly careless movement.

Susan, lost for a moment in her own thoughts, wondered how she had fallen into this absurd game with Tom. Her husband had been surprised but delighted when one Christmas she had suddenly decided to wear sheer black stockings. He had long given up trying to encourage her to wear them himself. But now out of the blue she had chosen to wear them. He still found the sight of them made him stiffen, as she dressed. She had excused them by explaining that she had decided they were becoming far too stayed in their life, and that it was time that they 'shook things up a bit'.

Sam felt himself stiffen now, as he saw her knee carelessly drop a little. Trying to thicken, his penis quickly filled the cage he wore. Damn this cruel side which had also appeared in Susan, as if from nowhere, soon after she started wearing the stockings. Indeed the cage was something he always knew he would soon be wearing, just as she saw Susan pulling on those long black stockings. He turned chatting to Laura, trying to put the dull ache building in loins, out of his mind.

Some while after starting to buy stockings and increasingly expensive underwear, Susan had also started sampling the other treatments available from the beautician she regularly visited. He pulled in his breath sharply as he remembered how she had returned waxed and tanned with her nails impeccably polished. She had always worn nail varnish, but now she wore it on carefully filed nails, which had become polished with an infinite precision.

Laura was someone who enjoyed watching. Someone given to disappearing into the garden to snip purposely at the roses, if she thought there might be something interesting going on next door. Tom had noticed how it made her eyes twinkle when Tom's usual equanimity faltered occasionally, at the sight of a tanned ankle or an unusually short skirt. Most wives growled at the sight of their husband's ogling the wildlife, he supposed. But somehow Laura positively basked in it. She had even been known the settle unbidden into the role of a housekeeper or cleaner if some suitable interest should visit.

Theirs was a confusing relationship, not only for themselves but also for their friends. Tom and Laura loved each other deeply, possibly far more deeply than most couples ever had experienced. A sort of unending madness, which had crept up over them slowly until it consumed every waking moment. Perhaps a product of how they had found each other.

Tom had been with her cousin, when she was already married. Only one evening after a family dinner, she had been washing dishes at the sink, as she found herself looking out across the garden to Tom enjoying a smoke as he wondered amongst the flower beds. Tom had turned unexpectedly to return her gaze, and in that instant they both knew they had fallen.

So now, as they settled at the round dining table they shared with three other couples, Sam and Laura had pulled back. Almost shepherding Susan and Tom to sit together. After introducing themselves to the other diners, wine was poured and they fell into polite conversation. Tom noticed how Susan had carefully shared her time between him and the guest to her left.

Coincidentally, the couple running the evening knew Sam and Susan from some amateur dramatics group they has both attended. So that Sam was quickly recruited to play one of the roles which were offered to each table. Taking on a hammy Scottish accent, it did not surprise Tom in the slightest that he had proved to be the nefarious murderer intent on dire retribution after some pointless disagreement. Somehow the role suited him entirely. As Tom flirted with his wife, he always gave utmost care to ensure he preserved credible deniability.

They enjoyed the good if basic meal, so that Tom finally found himself searching for the facilities. He was returning when he met Susan in the lobby, coming out. 'Mr Gee, we must stop meeting like this', she twinkled, to which Tom agreed pointedly. The couple to their left had assumed they were man and wife, and although Susan had started to try and explain, she had given up when she saw that it was pointless. 'Yes Mrs Gee, perhaps we could just get away together alone, next time?' Tom ventured, taking her in his arm as she passed. 'Ooh!' she had squeaked in a wifely sort of way, after he had kissed her soundly on the lips.

The dinner ended perhaps a little early and there was no dancing. Perhaps Susan had been looking forward to this, because unusually it had been her that had suggested they should retire to the crowded bar they passed. But both Sam and Laura had protested, declaring themselves ready for bed. 'Well if you two are going to be such party poopers, you wouldn't mind if I bought Susan a drink in the bar?' Tom found himself saying almost, but not quite, joking. Susan had joined in, so that reluctantly Sam and Laura had agreed.

'I do hope they remember to leave the door unlocked' reflected Susan, as they squeezed in at the bar. 'Yes, we had better give them plenty of time, I would not want to find them humping each other when we get back', joked Tom. Settling Susan on a bar stool, Tom took her hand to order her a drink. He noticed the couple who had sat beside them at dinner at the end of the bar, so that Tom privately decided to steer the other way when they turned to look for somewhere to sit.

'Well this is snug!' Susan commented, as they found only a short section of bench, but with the advantage of a small table. 'So Mr Gee, our first date!' 'Oh I do know how to treat a woman' was Tom's repost, as the bar seemed to fill with even more diners disappointed by the early end to dinner. 'Ooh sir, promises promises' teased Susan. 'Sounds like you are in a strange mood tonight ' observed Tom.

The crowded bar was becoming uncomfortable, so that almost together they agreed to explore the garden. It was a warm clear evening and only the gentle trickle of some unseen fountain punctuated the gloom which closed around them as they passed easily along a path. Coming to an unexpected dead end they turned to face each other, quickly relaxing into each other's arms. Tom gently kissed her cheek as he drank in her sweet smell.

'I forgot, I locked Sam up this evening, so we don't have to worry', Susan started. 'Maybe I should be more careful with my suggestions', Tom observed dryly. 'Next time he annoys me by being awkward with a waiter, I might suggest something I could regret'. Susan sniggered, 'Oh I don't know, if he deserved it..'

'Thank you for earlier, you looked very kissable', Tom admitted recalling how she had briefly revealed her smooth tanned slit to inspect. Kissing again deeply for the second time that evening as he felt Susan's hand reach out, finally caressing the front of his trousers in the inky blackness. 'You are a complete bastard to make me do that in front of my husband.'

She had on her ring. Sam thought it was one she had inherited. Tom inspected it by the soft light of the moon which had started to rise over the roof of a wisteria clad summerhouse. Engraved 'Tiffany' which had quickly become Susan's pet name. A flat platinum band, in which a number of small diamonds sparkled in the moonlight, like tiny stars in the night sky. She wore it on the third finger of her right hand, which Tom now gently kissed.

Finding the entrance to the brick summerhouse as a few unexpected spots of rain interrupted the night air, they passed inside and began kissing hungrily. It had been a few months since they had last been alone together. Feeling a light pressure on her shoulder, Susan dutifully crouched and began working on the belt of his trousers. Taking him in her mouth, her small left hand worked itself carefully around his balls.

Unable to take it any longer, Tom puller her up and encouraged her to lean over a stone table toward the middle of the small room. Lifting her dress before making urgent love to her. Susan arching her back moaning, as he repeatedly slapped into her naked bottom. Even though the summer house was some distance from the hotel, Tom's hand still instinctively reached around to her mouth, clamping his fingers tightly over her lips to muffle her loud moans.

Regrettably it was not long afterwards, when Susan and Tom made their way back in through the French doors they had earlier quietly exited. Dresses had been smoothed and ties straightened, so that now they looked to the world as just one of the many couples who might have escaped for some air, as they now slipped inside unseen.