When Sara and I travel on business, it's always a lot of fun. There are some days, though, when I know that Sara doesn't like to travel. Those would be around those big days of the year that are very personal and important to her.
Her daughters' birthdays. Mother's Day. Her husband's birthday (What can I say? She still love the lug, even though we're carrying on with our office affair). And, most importantly, her birthday.
So, when we got the word that we had to travel the week of her birthday, I could tell she was bummed. I knew she was going to be sad being away from her daughters, but we were going to have to make the best of a situation. Over lunch one day, I encouraged her to do something with the girls so they could have some together time before the trip. The suggestion she went for was a spa day, where she would bring her daughters to get their nails done, eat some tasty snacks and play at the pool.
While she planned that day, I started working on how I was going to make our trip a little extra special - and spicy - to help take her mind off what was she was missing back home. First thing I did was line up some flowers for delivery Sara's hotel room and plan for a dinner at a highly-rated restaurant.
While this was a good start, it was not going to be spicy enough to satisfy her needs. After thinking about this for a while, I had an idea. I went on the web and searched for a swinger's club in the city we were traveling to, and posted to the members on their conversation boards. I was looking for a guy who might be interested in joining us for a night of dinner, drinks and maybe a little something else if the mood was right.
At first, my post didn't get a lot of traction, but once I put up a picture of Sara online, the guys started sending in their photos. For the next week, I played the game 'hot or not?' with Sara, sending her photos of the guys who replied. She was confused at first, but became more intrigued as I sent her the photos. "Hot or not?" I would ask for each, and after about a dozen photos or so, I asked her if there was anyone who stood out.
"That one guy with the sandy hair - Joe - he definitely did something for me," she said. "But, why are you asking? What do you have planned?"
"Let's just say I'm thinking about our trip," I assured her. I could understand why Sara said he stood out. In his early 30s, Joe was athletic and handsome - looking like a stereotypical All-American honor student turned young professional. His broad face had striking features and his deep blue eyes made you wonder if he ever posed for a fashion magazine.
Once she picked Joe, I e-mailed him to ask if he was free that night to help me show Sara a good time. He enthusiastically took me up on the offer, and we worked out the arrangements. Through our conversations and from remarks made to the post, Joe gets a lot of attention in the swinger's scene in his home town, and he is always up for a new adventure with an out of town couple. In fact, one couple who had been with Joe while they were on vacation even e-mailed me to tell me that the guy was a real spark plug, and the wife raved about his performance.
That was all I needed to change our reservations at the restaurant from two people to three, and I made sure to book a limo to pick us up at the hotel. I wanted this to be a night she would remember.
When the time came for our trip, it was difficult for me to keep our plans secret. It was all I could do to not blurt out what I had lined up, and I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face. It turns out that no matter how much porn I watch, my favorite person to watch have sex is Sara, and I couldn't wait to see her in action again. All during the flight, I would sneak a squeeze of her hand or wink at her. She smiled each time, and turned back to her work, adjusting her glasses.
After traveling all day, we checked in at the hotel and I got one heck of a hug from her when she saw the flowers I had sent to her room. "Thank you for remembering my birthday," she squealed with delight
"Hey, the night's still young," I told Sara. "You had better get ready for dinner. We have reservations, and we don't want to be late."
Sara ducked into the shower and after a long while, came out dressed casually, with a sheer blouse layered over a white tank top and some classy looking capris. The heels she wore accentuated the curves of her beautiful ass, and I wanted to have her right then, but I knew I had to wait for what was to come.
