Joe Murphy tossed and turned on the bumpy hotel bed as sleep eluded him. He groaned as he glanced across the room at the other bed where his wife, Carol, slept peacefully. She always had a knack for falling into a deep sleep wherever they stayed the instant her head hit the pillow. The rumpled mattress and lumpy pillow only augmented his restlessness. The real reason he was sleepless was a nagging bout of sexual frustration.
He and Carol had been married for seven years. While they still made love regularly, it had become rather routine and flavorless. This trip had been an attempt to rekindle the flame in their marriage. They decided to take a break from the gray winter of Cincinnati by spending a long weekend in the Pennsylvania wilderness. They wanted to put some spice back into their sex-life. They found the perfect love nest to enhance their passion tucked away in the misty Poccono Mountains. The lodge had long ago taken on the reputation of a lover's resort. They made the trip with a great deal of anticipation, only to have it deflated two hours after their arrival at the elegant honey-moon-like suite.
Carol's mother had called with bad news (the old woman was a blood hound, but how she tracked the room number down this time left Joe bewildered). Carol swooned at the news from the phone. Joe immediately felt guilty. It seemed that her father was stricken with yet another minor stroke. They would have to cut short their romantic getaway by several days and head toward Philadelphia so that Carol could stay and help her mother through the terrible ordeal. Joe decided to stay only one day and head back home to Cincinnati to get an early start on his work for the summer courses he would teach at the new community college. Carol would probably stay for the next three weeks and fly home when her father was "recovered."
Joe stared up at the ceiling of the hotel room and grunted at this latest turn of events. The room they had booked at the lodge was called "The Palace Suite," because of the fabulous amenities. It had it's own private indoor swimming pool, sauna, hot tub, fireplace, reclining love seat, and king size waterbed. Now he was failing to get any sleep, much less sex, in a standard double room in an ordinary commuter hotel.
Earlier that evening, Joe had tried to exercise in an effort to defuse his tension. Unfortunately, his concentration during the work-out was disrupted by the various women running about in the exercise area in scanty clothing. The young firm flesh was barely contained by the string bikinis in the pool area. His eyes would always drift to the anatomies of the young nubile women whose large breasts swelled and long muscular legs flexed when they used the weight machines.
His ambivalent sexual excitement increased when he tried to escape to the sauna. He stripped to his shorts and sat down in the dry heat only to find that it was already occupied by a lovely blonde, clad only in a bath towel. She gave him a sly smile and would glance suggestively in his direction every time she adjusted her towel, thus revealing greater expanses of her golden skin. Murphy felt himself getting very excited as she slid closer to him and brushed his thigh with her hand.
"How hot do you think it is in here?" She asked teasingly, sliding even closer. Her hand rested on his thigh suggestively. He moved away, but she moved closer.
"I love the smell of a sauna--it reminds of good, sweaty, sex," the blond's husky voice drifted toward Joe, making his crotch twitch.
The woman smiled at Joe as she parted her thighs and started to finger herself. She lifted her knees and turned to face Joe on the bench, showing him how wet and pink her pussy was. Joe's eyes bore up her silky love-channel, imagining what it would be like to be caught in the velvety grips of her cunt. She giggled and pointed to the bulge in his shorts and the growing wet spot where his cock pressed against the fabric.
Embarrassed, Joe left the sauna and headed to the hot tub. It was empty. Maybe he could finally get some relaxation. He eased down into the gurgling hot water and closed his eyes, thankful for the much needed peace. After a few moments, he drifted off into a blissful sleep. His mind rolled through some rather suggestive fantasies around what he would have done with that blond in the sauna--if only he wasn't married.
He awoke abruptly when he felt a gentle tug between his legs beneath the hot water. He was disoriented at first. He opened his eyes and looked through the thick steam rising off the churning water. The blonde woman from the sauna had followed him into the tub. Joe shook his head and pinched himself to make sure it wasn't just another "wet-dream." His eyes cleared and he saw that the woman was indeed in the tub with him, but she was sitting across from him with another man.
