I was sitting in the hotel bar drinking the last of my first glass of wine. I could only assume it was going to be a long anxious evening like I used to have before I was married. There were a few couples sitting about the bar that I had noticed, and some were looking at me as I glanced out of the corner of my eyes. Was I getting paranoid because of the situation? Probably not there was little I could do about it. My wife Samantha, Sam for short had left me a few moments before to go and shower. I noticed a table with four men sitting about it all in conversation, but they too had taken the time to take a glance in my direction. I tipped the glass draining the remainder of the wine down my throat before standing up.
Let me tell you something about myself that might give you an indication of why things are about to happen, and the fact that I now have very little control over this evening. Sam has no control over the events about to take place, even though it was on our joint agreement that we should come to this hotel in the middle of the Yorkshire dales. We have been married for three years and very happily with both trusting each other implicitly.
A few months ago two of our married friend returned from an erotic holiday on the French Riviera. From what they told us it was a mixture of sex and adventure, but would not expand on what the criteria was when asked. What they did say was that the venue for the holiday changed every three months. I did notice that my friend Peter was not the outgoing person he was before the holiday. Peter seemed reluctant to speak and appeared to be quite happy for his wife Joan to do all the talking. It looked to me that every time Peter went to talk Joan touched the neck of her polar neck jumper and he would close his mouth.
Sam and I have always been voyeurs to the sexual act that turns us both on. We watch the occasional porn film together but it is not something we would think of doing every day. Both Sam and I have our little kinks like all married couples that we have talked about them after many nights of love making.
Sam had a need to expose parts of her body by accident to strangers, because she knew my jealous nature and doing it would send my mind into a spin. She would give a man friend of mine a slightly longer kiss on meeting while looking at me out of the corner of her eye. She knew from our conversations that it embarrassed or humiliated me when she did this. At the same time along with the jealousy running through my veins it gave me an erotic feeling of pain that was like a knot in my belly.
I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I walked to the elevator that would take me to our room. Using my pass key I opened the door and stepped inside. Sam was sitting at the dressing table drying her long natural red hair. It was a striking contrast to the paleness of her skin that was the whitest I had ever seen. Unlike most other red headed women I knew there were no freckles or blemishes that could be seen on her skin. She had large but not too large firm breasts with an hour glass body that men would die for. We were both twenty six years old, but Sam had never looked her age. As I walked in she looked up and smiled but I think she too was a little nervous. Neither of us knew what was going to happen, but because of the contract we were obligated.
I walked over and lay down on the bed looking across at Sam who had started to apply her makeup. There was never a need to do anything to her hair after drying, she ran a brush through and the natural waves appeared in the right places. There was a bag of new lingerie that she had been to the shops that day buying. She had been told of exactly what to buy and where to buy it. She had also been instructed that on her return she was not allowed let me to see what it was she bought.
I must have fallen asleep because she was dressed when Sam shook me. She must have used that time to go into the en suit and prepare. "You had better go and change Dave. We have to be down stairs waiting for the transport at eight sharp."
"Have you any idea what's going to happen tonight, Sam?"
"No, Dave. I know only the same as you, and that it will be an experience that neither of us will forget. You should try and remember the things that you and I agreed to before we signed for this mysterious erotic holiday." If I had known what she had been told to buy at the shops I might have known what had prompted her answer.
I had read and once more reread the contract before I had visited the bar, but there is nothing explicit to what might take place at any time. We have agreed to do everything but neither of us has any idea what everything is going to be. I have wondered if either of us where ever in our right mind before putting pen to paper.
"I think that is the mysterious part of the holiday." Then on a more serious note she asked, "You do trust me Dave."
I looked up from the bed where I was still lying and thought That it was a strange question to ask me it had never crossed either of our lips until now. "Have you heard something that I have not, Sam?"
"No, but as this is a mysterious erotic holiday, I have a few misgivings of what might happen this evening." Then as if to force me into an answer Sam stated, "I trust you Dave to always be at my side throughout my life."
"I trust you to be there at my side, Sam." I replied. Then as an afterthought to reassure her I said, "Until you step into that transport tonight we can both back out of the contract any time we want."
"If we stepped back from the transport the contract would be null and void. I am just wondering, Dave, that if we did that, would be always be wondering what we would have missed out on during this holiday?"
