Driving to work, I reveled in the thought of what a great wife I had. Totally open to any suggestion in bed, willing to take the lead in anything, and so totally understanding. I recall vividly on our honeymoon night when she invited one of the maids to share our bed. We sexed-out right until it dawned, as my cock would not go down at all. The maid was a beautiful Latina who taught Jill how to give the best head, as well as showing her some tricks that could bring a three thousand year old mummy back to life. I showed the maid some good old-fashioned European ass-reaming as I savaged her backside until it became raw.
From time to time she had brought friends along with her, sharing our marriage-bed. Always women, and she was always the one to initiate these threesomes. Usually these parties would happen at a rate of three every year. I begged her to bring more friends, but she insisted that the frequency was just enough to keep everything fresh. We did once take part in a huge swinger party organized in a dance-hall. I'm sure there were more than thirty couples, and I confess to having fucked nearly everyone of the women there. And a couple of men that I found attractive too. I don't know why, but their hairless smooth bodies drove me nuts. It was the sheer debauchery of being in a room full of naked people with no holds barred that spurred me on incessantly. At one point I was in a tangle of bodies, male and female, all lost in a frenzy of lust. I was sucking at the huge clit of a girl who was being fucked by a guy with a huge dick, while somebody was tonguing my backside and giving me a blow-job. As the she was being screwed, his dick plopped out of her wet pussy and into my open mouth. I didn't think about it, but just sucked him in. It was a liberating feeling. A hard core of steel covered with a fleshy warm substance. No wonder women loved it. Finally the birthday girl was laid on a couch and thirty men spurted their come on her glorious body. If anything, the slap-up meal later proved even more erotic as more than eighty people ate and chatted among themselves in totally nude splendor. Needless to say, more orgies followed, albeit at a slower pace. Memories of that day still gave me a hard-on even today. The next meet was three months further on, on Christmas Day, and I was looking forward unabashedly.
Putting the lewd thoughts aside, I concentrated on the busy road. It wouldn't do to have an accident at this time.
I parked in my usual space, and once in my office, picked up the phone to call Stacey before realizing she was hardly an early bird, and might not be yet in. In fact it was around half-past-eight before I saw her car slot into her reserved space. She came round to my office before going in to her office.
"So. It begins." she said shyly. "I dropped George off at the airport this morning."
"Yes. And I have exciting news too. Jill is off to Brussels in an hour. She'll be gone a week. I have a four day holiday coming up to me and I will avail myself of them this week. How about you?"
"Well, I guess I can take-off for four days if my boss approves my application." she smiled.
"Stacey. I AM your boss. Leave approved. Bring enough clothes for five days at the Palace Point Hotel. We are going to be spoiled silly. And we are going to do what we both really need. On second thoughts....you won't need any clothes. I have no intention of spoiling your beauty with clothes."
With those words she held her face in her hands.
"I can't believe we are going to do this. It's so embarrassing. And having to stoop to this...this immoral thing."
I held her hands in my arms as I smiled gently at her.
"Am I not attractive enough for you?" I asked her "Do you not like me? Or find me offensive? Stacey, I have loved you from the first day I saw you. I honestly can find no other words to describe how happy I am for this. For the obvious reasons that we are going to make love, and also for the fact that this will make both you and George happy. If you don't like it, you can still at least say that you tried. If you want to back out, I will accept that too. With a heavy heart, true, but I will respect your wishes."
"It's not that. You are very attractive. I told you that you are my best friend here many times. What I'm also afraid of is that once we start we won't be able to stop. Hell, the time is not even right at the moment. I am still in my 'safe' period." she said.
"Hey, that's even better...we'll get really acquainted with each other even more. And what if you like it? What's the harm in that?"
"I guess you're right. It's just that it goes all against my upbringing. But I admit I've waited so long for this to happen." she said.
"Really? that's just great. Off with you wench. Tomorrow we will book in at the Palace Point. Meet me at the hotel entrance at ten. Can you do that?"
"Sure. I won't be late." she replied.
"You're a woman. You've got to be late." I said with a smile.
"Not for the Palace Point buster. No way. We can't even afford the cheaper rates!" she replied.
The day passed quite unlike any other. Usually I have so much on my hands that it would be a miracle for me to go home before six in the evening. But on this occasion, the two hands on the clock refused to budge. I finished by taking not only four days off, but also leaving a couple of hours early and went home at half-past-one.
Out came my battered suitcase, which I proceeded to fill with as little clothes as possible. Fresh underwear for every day, a couple of shirts and three or four shorts. My shaving bag and a pair of running shoes completed the packing. I wasn't planning on wearing much or even going to any posh places at all. The suites, or rather, the apartments, at the Palace Point were renowned for their completeness. We would use the gym, the indoor pool, eat in our sitting room, and of course, use the Jacuzzi and the bed as much as possible. In-house entertainment would be our nightly fun before bed. All we had planned for this was to eat, swim, and screw as much as we could.
I took a leisurely shower, shaving away any hair below the neck. I left no stone unturned in shaving my crotch area carefully. Jill loved it when my lower abs were bare. After an hour or so, I was as clean-limbed as a new-born baby. I knew that this was supposed to be business for me, but as Stacey had said, there was no hope of her falling pregnant this week. So we accepted that this would be the fling that we both had wanted and wished for a long time.
Finally around seven, I could see that there was nothing else I could do except wait. I turned on the television to watch the football, when the phone rang. I thought it was my wife, but instead, I found that it was Stacey.
"Hi," she said. "Don't worry about my coming in late tomorrow. I'm already packed up and ready to go."
An idea popped into my head.
"Listen, why don't you come over tonight? Drop off your car in my garage? I can leave the door open and you just drive in. Nobody will know any better. We don't even have any neighbors here anyway."
"That's a good idea. We can get off to an early start."
"What early start? You mean, start the proposition tonight? At home?"
"No you silly man. I meant we leave early, take a roundabout way and cruising slowly. No hurry at all. It would be best if we don't do it at your home would it?"
"I appreciate your concern and I thank you for it. That's a good idea. But do drop over. We'll watch a movie, talk things over. You can sleep in the guest-room. And I do a mean pizza too!" I told her.
We made small talk for a couple of minutes and hung up. She would be here in thirty minutes. I looked around, thankful that my wife kept a spotless home. If house-cleaning was left up to me, we would be knee-deep in junk. I opened the entrance gate and the garage-door just in time for her little Suzuki to sweep in unchecked.
I grinned as I shut and locked the gate. This could make for an interesting night, although I certainly did not want to do anything here at home. It would sully up our marriage bed, and was not something that I could live with. Not that it would become morally right if I screwed around somewhere else, but I sincerely was thinking with the wrong head.
Stacey climbed out of her tiny vehicle, all limbs, and frilly lace. Her skirt rode up her shapely thighs, revealing wonderfully smooth and tanned legs. The hint of whiteness from her panties peeked out and immediately my cock hardened. She was wearing a cream silk shirt, and I could tell she wore only a sheer bra beneath it. Her nipples were already hardening in the coolness of the evening as they scrunched up against the light material. We had not even spoken to each other and the sexual tension was thick in the air.
