"Happy anniversary my darling," Gerry said as he touched glasses with Carly.
"And you husband of mine," his wife answered. "And thank you for this lovely surprise".
The trip to a top London hotel had indeed come as a surprise to her. Expecting the obligatory bouquet of flowers and a card, this was indeed a shock.
Carly had had a difficult year. The couple's second child had now left home, and Carly was suffering from empty nest syndrome. Gerry, on the other hand, was revelling in having the house to themselves at last. Twenty plus years of having three females in the house, monopolizing the bathroom every morning was over. Plus, being able to pad around the house naked was an almost forgotten luxury.
Carly still couldn't get used to the idea when lovemaking, that she could make as much noise as she liked. Now a weekend in luxury was going to be perfect, and she was determined to make up for all those 'shh, you'll wake the kids' moments.
Their journey to London had been a smooth, easy one, with the high-speed train whisking them down country effortlessly. The taxi ride to the hotel had even passed in happy chatter as they pointed out various buildings and monuments to each other.
Arriving in the early afternoon, the couple went to their room and started to unpack. As Carly was hanging her dresses in the wardrobe there was a knock on the door.
Gerry opened the door to the chambermaid. He stood back to allow her into the room.
"Good afternoon, sir, madam, my name is Ruth. I am your chambermaid for the weekend. Anything you require please ask, and I will do my best to accommodate you," the pretty young maid said.
Carly smiled to herself as she saw Gerry cast an appreciative eye over the girl's shapely figure. She had to admit she was attractive, with a figure very similar to hers twenty years ago. Before as she often laughingly said, everything went south. Full 38c breasts, tight round arse, and only a trace of belly fat.
After a quick check on the room, the maid left, closing the door behind her.
"You fancy her don't you, my horny husband," Carly said with a laugh. "And don't come out with the old, I hardly noticed her crap. Your eyes stood out like organ stops, not to mention this," she said running a hand over the bulge in Gerry's trousers.
"Okay, I admit it. Yes, she is attractive, but so are you, my love. You are the one I will be taking to bed later," he replied and kissed her gently on the forehead.
Even as she felt her husband's lips on her forehead Carly could feel the germ of an idea forming in her mind.
After Carly had used the luxury shower room, Gerry took his turn. As the warm water cascaded over his body, his mind turned to the shapely figure of the chambermaid. He had to admit he would have loved to fuck her, feel his cock sliding into her tight young pussy. He was thinking about wanking off right there and then when Carly's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Have you gone to sleep in there my dear?"
"No babe, just coming," he said hurriedly stepping out of the shower and donning the fluffy robe provided.
Walking into the bedroom, Gerry was greeted by the sight of his forty-eight-year-old wife, lying naked on the large bed. She was gently stroking her clit in the way he loved to see. Small, slow circles, with her slim fingers occasionally dipping into her trimmed pussy, to gather up more nectar.
"Get that robe off, this bitch wants your hard cock in her cunt. Treat me like a whore, your cum slut, fuck me, my handsome stud!" Carly purred as Garry looked down at her. She knew how he liked her to talk dirty, a game they often played in their sex time.
Only too willing to play the game, Gerry slipped out of the robe and climbing onto the bed buried his face in her already, moist cunt. His tongue lapping up to her clit and back down over her pussy lips to the small puckered hole beneath.
