Susie ignored her phone as Flynn entered her for the second time that morning.
"Pinch my nipples," she said.
Flynn took her left nipple between his thumb and fore-finger and squeezed on it lightly. "No, harder, like you really want to hurt me," said Susie.
Flynn pinched the nipple hard. "Yes, that's it," exclaimed Susie.
"Since when have you been into pain?" asked Flynn.
"It was an article I read in one of my magazines," she replied, "it went into detail about how some pain during sex could be pleasurable. I tried it on myself first and found that I liked it but it's even better when you do it honey."
Feeling uncertain, and a little guilty about hurting his loving wife, Flynn bent down and sucked lovingly on the nipple he had just tweaked; licking and caressing it with his tongue as if kissing it better.
"Yes, that's good too," stated Susie, "it's the combination of pleasure and pain that seems to make it so much better!"
"You'll be wanting me to spank you next," said Flynn with a hint of a hopeful tone to his voice.
"Not sure about that," replied Susie. "Perhaps we'll try it sometime; but not on our anniversary eh?"
Flynn laughed and increased the tempo of his cock moving in and out of Susie's love nest. "You never fail to make me horny," he said, looking lovingly into the eyes of his wife of five years.
She smiled up at him and grabbed at his arse cheeks, pulling him deeper into her. "Never let that stop," she said.
Flynn was now pumping for all he was worth; he took his cock out of Susie's pussy and started to stroke it. He aimed it at Susie's breasts as the cum started to spurt out, coating first the right breast and then the left one before firing his last shot at her navel. "Your second present of the day," he said. He then reached down with his hand and started to spread the cum all over her body like some sort of massage oil.
"I love you so much," said Susie, as tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. She had started to think of how she had cheated on Flynn and was feeling guilty about betraying her husband.
"What's with the waterworks?" asked Flynn, "I prescribe plenty of sex with a small helping of bed rest to cure your emotional distress."
Despite herself, Susie laughed. Flynn had always been able to brighten up even the worst of moments with his sense of humour. It also helped that he had the body of a god with a cock to match!
"Let's get showered and down to breakfast before the restaurant closes," said Susie.
After showering and dressing they left their room and made their way to the hotel restaurant.
"I know what position I want to do when we return to the room," said Susie.
"Let me guess," smiled Flynn, "it wouldn't be anything to do with your star sign would it? They try to claim that you Cancerians have the sign of crab's claws but we all know it's a 69."
Susie laughed and then hushed her husband; they were nearing the breakfast check-in and she didn't want anyone over-hearing their lewd conversation.
As they waited for their breakfast to arrive at the table, Susie removed her phone from her bag to check the well-wishing messages they had received from friends and family.
She scrolled down them, reading an occasional one out to Flynn before exclaiming "Fuck!" rather loudly.
Some of the other patrons looked around at her disapprovingly as Flynn reached his hand across the table to take hold of her free hand. "What's the matter honey?" he asked.
She looked nervously at him before saying, "Not here. I'll tell you about it when we get back to the room."
She looked one last time at the message on her screen. "Ten-thirty. The Clinic, Danny," before returning the phone to her bag.
They ate their breakfast with Susie trying to remove Danny from her thoughts. "That little bastard isn't going to ruin my anniversary," she thought. Flynn had second helpings; "Building up his stamina," he claimed, while Susie nursed a cup of tea.
It appeared to Susie that her brief upset at breakfast had been forgotten as they walked back to their room, with Flynn trying to surreptitiously caress her bottom and her breasts as they walked along. Susie was giggling but also trying to keep an eye out for other people and security cameras.
Once inside their room, they quickly removed each other's clothing before getting on the bed in Susie's favourite 69 position. They spent the next twenty minutes with their faces buried in each other's groin, pausing occasionally to replenish their air supply before trying to get each other to come using only their mouth and tongues. Eventually Susie could take no more as Flynn's constant lapping at her clit took her over the edge and he was rewarded with a spray of her juices into his mouth, with some dribbling down his chin onto his chest.
Susie rolled off of Flynn and lay panting after all her exertions. Flynn got up from the bed and poured them both a glass of water from the bottle on the bedside table, handing one to Susie, who gulped at it greedily.
"So, what was that at breakfast?" he asked.
Susie took another big gulp of the water in front of her, trying to put together a story in her head. Eventually she turned to Flynn and said, "It was a message from one of my work-mates. She's been diagnosed with breast cancer. She's asked if I can go to the clinic with her when she goes for treatment."
"Well, of course you must," said Flynn, "first your mother and now your friend. It's not been a good year, has it?"
"Enough of that for now," said Susie, "come and lay beside me. I need a cuddle."
They spent the rest of the day in their room working their way through their own version of the Kama Sutra; ordering room service for lunch before emerging in the evening to return to the restaurant for dinner. Susie looked across the table at Flynn, sitting there in his best suit, looking as handsome as the day she first laid eyes upon him. Their five years of marriage seemed to have flown past and she seemed to love him more with every passing day. She just hoped that she could get through her present ordeal without him finding out; it could be the end of them.
The next day they were driving back home. Susie had worn a short skirt in the car as Flynn liked her to. She sat with her legs spread slightly apart and when his left hand was free, Flynn would reach across and stroke his hand up the inside of her bare thigh. She just loved the idea that some van or lorry driver going in the opposite direction might look down into their car and see Flynn's hand at play up her skirt. They were now on a particularly long, straight stretch of road and Flynn's left hand was redundant from driving duties for the foreseeable future; he glanced across at Susie and smiled as he worked his hand further up her thigh.
"Holy shit," he exclaimed, "Commando?"
"Thought you might appreciate a little treat," said Susie smiling.
Flynn's mind was racing as his cock started to throb inside his trousers. He noticed the sign for a turning half a mile up the road; upon nearing it he could see that it appeared to be a small road with no traffic turning in or out. He turned into it and drove for a couple of hundred yards before coming across what appeared to be little more than a dirt track off on the left. He decided to chance it and turned into this road, driving a little further until the car was out of sight of the road and then pulled to a halt.
"Okay you, in the back," he said to Susie.
"Oooh I love it when you get so masterful," she joked as she exited the car and got into the back seats, lying on her front.
"No," said Flynn, "hands and knees. I want you doggy style."
"Woof," said Susie as she did as Flynn had asked.