Vinod, my husband of 16 years, has always had a fantasy about sharing me with another man. I have to admit that since, until recently, he was the only man I'd have ever had; the idea turned me on as well. We had numerous sexual sessions during which we fantasized that four hands were caressing my body, or that another tongue was licking my pussy. All I had to do while he was fucking me was to whisper in his ear that I was sucking on another man's cock, and it would be enough to finish him off.
The problem is that every time we spoke about actually going through with it, we both got a little nervous and decided it was just a fantasy.
Last Christmas Vinod booked us a romantic winter weekend at a luxury hotel in Panchgani. We left our children with my in-laws. When we checked in and gone up to our beautiful room, he said he had forgotten his cell phone in the car, and asked me to go down with him to get it. As we waited for the valet to get the phone, he suggested that I walk around the shops in the hotel and meet him in twenty minutes. I was a little puzzled, but it was obvious that he had some sort of plan, so I did as he asked. When I met him back in the lobby, he handed me an envelope and told me to take it up to the room and read it. I gave him a suspicious look, but played along.
I opened the envelope in the elevator. Inside was a piece of beautiful bond paper with a message neatly typed. It read:
"Welcome to the beginning of your dream weekend. The next four hours, I hope, will excite and thrill you beyond your wildest dreams. There will be a series of numbered packages inside the hotel room. Each of them will contain directions that are to be followed explicitly. Do not open anything without being directed to do so. When you are ready, open Number One and follow the directions inside."
I cautiously entered the room and saw a series of small numbered packages on the bed. I opened the first one. It contained some bath salts, and another message which read:
"Take the enclosed bath salts, and your toiletries and makeup, and your wristwatch, into the bathroom. Make sure that one of the hotel bathrobes is inside the bathroom. Draw a hot bath and add the bath salts. When the bath is running, and you have completely disrobed, open Number Two."
The bath salts were my favourite fragrance. I started the bath and opened the second package. Inside was an aromatic candle and another note.
"By now the bath is running with the wonderful smell of your favourite fragrance in the air. Light this candle to help set the mood in the bathroom. Also, place your wristwatch nearby, and then open Number Four. Know that I will be dreaming of your soft skin soaking in the warm, scent-filled water, and that my longing to be with you will be growing by the minute".
I wondered why he had skipped Number Three. I found it was just a test. Had I opened it I would have found a note rebuking me for not obeying the instructions. However, I opened Number Four, along with the expected note.
"Do not open any other packages until your bath is complete. Relax, enjoy your soak and dream of all the possibilities that might follow. After thirty minutes, wash your hair and get out of the tub. Once you have dried off and put on the robe, open Number Five."
I settled into the warm bath, stroked my pussy. I wanted desperately to come, but also wanted to save it for Vinod. My heart raced. I finished my bath, dried off and opened Number Five, to find a bottle of my favourite lotion. The note read:
"I am dreaming how sweet your skin smells after your bath. Apply this lotion liberally in all those areas that I will want to explore. Then prepare yourself for the rest of your evening. Put on the robe, but do not leave the bathroom until you have applied your makeup and dried your hair. Then, when you are ready to get dressed, leave the bathroom and open Number Six."
When I was ready I sat on the bed and opened Number Six. A pair of sheer black stockings.
"You know what stockings do to me!" The note read. "I am dreaming of how you will look when they are on. I only wish I were there to slide them slowly up your thighs. Put them on and then open Number Seven."
Number seven was a black lace garter belt. "The only thing that can make stockings hotter is a garter belt. I hope you like this new one. Put it on and attach the stockings. Know that wherever I am, my breath comes faster as I think of what you look like in this arrangement. Once you have the stockings fastened, open Number Eight."
Number Eight contained a push-up bra with holes for the nipples. "I love the appearance of your nipples. My heart still races when I glance at them. I long to caress them. I hate when you hide their existence. Please put on the bra so that I may look longingly at them when I see you next. Once you have it on, open Number Nine."
By now, I had assumed that I was getting dresses in this sexy manner to go out for an evening on the town. When I opened the next package and found a beautiful diamond necklace, that suspicion was reinforced. Until I read the note: