It's Been a While

It's Been a While

"What do you plan on wearing? Aaron asks Shana. "Or not wearing," he grins.

"Something short, I think. You always like that."

"And you like showing off."

She grimaces, "Sometimes. Depends on the situation."

Aaron suggests, "Yeah. Situation. Right." He sighs, "Blue dress Anna shortened is good with me."

"With leggings."

"I'd rather you not, but that'll be okay for driving there and for dinner. We can head up to our room afterwards and you can take them off."

"If you insist," Shana grumbles.

"I insist."

She sighs, "Okay. You going to wear your ring?"

"Was planning on it."

"Good."

Aaron and Shana call it a "wedding ring" as a joke. In potentially sexy situations, he wears a heavy, polished ring on his penis, nestled against the glans ridge. It's an enjoyable feeling for him when he's naked or wearing loose pants that allow it to swing, and Shana likes the visual. This is to be a romantic, sexy date, so this is a moment for it.

Aaron and Shana have not been on a real, going-out date for nearly two years because of the rescue pup they adopted. With severe separation anxiety, he can't be left alone since he tears up things if his people aren't around, including tearing-up himself in his crate. This is why he ended-up in rescue.

They've managed to have

some

fun at their cabin during the resort season, while the dog, who is especially friendly with visitors, is always nearby. He'll sleep soundly on his bed at the other end of the cabin bedroom while Aaron and Shana "entertain", not even raising an eyebrow when a guest is plowing Shana, or Aaron has a cutie between him and the mattress.

However, this time they chanced into a sitter willing to spend an overnight at the house to look after him. So they're pulling themselves together for a romantic night out, hopefully recalling sexy adventures of not all that long ago.

Aaron loses track of Shana. "Where are you?"

No answer. He finds her laying on their bed and under the covers asleep. Great. Just great. Lately this is where most recent playtime plans end, with her feigning not feeling well and complaining about some malady or lack of sleep or something similar. Her version of "I have a headache."

It's been happening too often, and Aaron is getting angry. The opportunity to have an overnight sitter is fleeting, so it's now or possibly never. He wakes her up.

"This isn't dyeing your hair, like that New Year's Eve at Ed's, is it? Where you tried a new hair color and totally fucked it up so you couldn't go, is it?"

"No," she says, weakly. "My tummy really hurts."

"You drank that weird new tea this morning, didn't you? It could have waited for another time! You do have a history of sabotaging our dates!"

"Not this time! I don't know what it is! I've had that tea before!"

"Okay. I'll cool my jets and hope you get over it, whatever

it

is."

Aaron stomps off to his office and buries his nose in the computer, only to discover that one of his major stock investments is all but crashing due to misspoken utterings to the press from some politico. It's not helping his mood.

He hears water running. Shana is drawing her bath. Having resigned to a day full of disappointments, he walks to the back of the house to inquire, "You doing better?"

"Yeah, better. Don't know what it was. I was really cramped up."

"You going to be up to it?"

"I think so. Once I dry my hair I'll see where we stand."

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Despite the morning's issues between them and the commensurate delays in getting ready, Aaron backs the car out of the driveway exactly when they had planned. It's somewhat early for dinner at the hotel café on their arrival around 4:30, but they skipped lunch. It sort of worked out better than they planned, beating the evening meal crowd by about an hour.

"What's next?" Shana asks.

"I dunno. Rest our eyes for a few minutes and then hang around the bar, maybe?"

"I could do that. Or maybe go over to Truckers Bar to play some pool?"

"You're kidding, right?" Aaron smirks.

"I am."

Truckers Bar is aptly named, a dive in the middle of several truck stops clustered around where the Interstates cross. The two times they played there, the crowd was not particularly friendly, and the clientele seemed to be more interested in pushing the casual players off the pool tables rather than enjoy ogling the only decent-looking woman in the place. Even bending over the table to make a shot, in a short dress without panties, got no appreciation.

"That place is just awful. Hotel bar it is. Nap first."

After dinner they retreat to their room, and true to their agreement, Shana sheds her sandals and stands for Aaron to remove her leggings and panties. She's growing a little more enthused about the possibilities for that evening's foreplay, including a little playful exhibitionism.

Suitably rested, they head to the elevator. Once in the car, she leans into Aaron's leaning into the car wall, and he reaches around with his hug to pick up the bottom of her dress, exposing her fine ass.

"No!" Shan giggles. "That door may open at any moment!"

"Okay. You're right." He lets the hem drop.

She swats his butt in retaliation as they step out of the elevator. Not finding two adjacent seats at the bar, they opt for the outside patio, and pickup drinks for a table outside. It is truly a pleasant evening, and if there was a breeze it was sheltered by the building. The little courtyard is fenced and screened by a well-groomed tall hedge. It is surprisingly private.

A solo middle-aged fellow is at a far table nursing a cigar, deep into watching something on his phone. Probably a movie or something, evident by the wired earphone. He glances over to Shana and Aaron mostly out of curiosity, likely pondering that if they are out here, they're probably up to something.

That assessment is accurate.

Shana scoots her chair to be closer to Aaron, and they exchange kisses and a little bit of touching. Cigar-man raises an eyebrow after a quick side glance at this, but otherwise keeps to himself.

The couple sips on their beverages, casually chatting about the events of the day and musing about how the dog is faring with the sitter. Aaron reaches down and casually pushes Shan's dress up her leg to expose, well, more leg and a sliver of butt cheek to the gentleman across the way. She pushes it back down.

"What

are

you doing?" she chuckles.

"You know exactly what!" Aaron counters.

"Well just be a little more subtle about it."

"You know how this is going to end, don't you?"

"I suspect so, but I really don't want to do that here."

"We'll see. Shift your chair around to face him a little more."

"

Aaron!

"

"

What?

You like this shit!"

She glares at him, and takes another sip of her tonic and lime.

In that is a story. Shana doesn't drink. Alcohol makes her sleepy and doesn't do a thing about "loosening her mood". She's not a fun date when she drinks. However, there

is

diazepam. She worries a lot about nothing, and tends toward a troubling anxiety in public and in crowds. So Shan has to rely on the pharmaceutical help in anticipation of social events. This also applies to dating, and, frankly, sex. Never a whole dose, just a half of the lowest-dose pill to take the edge off. She took a half before leaving the room, so it's kicking-in by now.

So Shana is visibly more relaxed, smiling and kidding around with her husband. That's the way it's supposed to work.

Now repositioned per Aaron's request, he reaches over to push her skirt up from the middle. She doesn't push it back this time, but does feign a smirk for the transgression.

"(You really want to tease him this way, Aaron?)" Shan whispers. "(I mean, he's not bad. He has that professor thing going.)"

"(If you're game, I am.)"

"(Okay. Here goes.)"

She "adjusts herself" in the chair, pushing the back of the skirt up so her bare butt is on the seat and the skirt is loose. Nothing important is visible at this point.

The door to the bar suddenly opens. It's the bartender, taking a break to vape. A young man who Aaron eventually discerns to be her boyfriend came out with her to chat. She makes eye contact with Aaron, gives him a noncommittal smile, and she and her guy return inside.

"Ready?" Aaron poses to Shana.

"Yeah. Go ahead."

He pushes the dress hem all the way up her legs. Still, nothing visible 'cept for a lot of leg. The man across the way gives a furtive glance, and again retreats to his movie.

Shan again adjusts in her seat to make sure she's not sitting on the sides of her skirt. Another glance from cigar man.

"I think it's time. Do it," Aaron prompts.

Shana once more adjusts her skirt, this time lifting the fabric from the waistline, and scoots back to slouch in her chair. She spreads her legs, but the skirt still shields any view.

The furtive glances from across the patio becomes a leering stare. He makes eye contact with Aaron and cracks a subtle smile.

"He's ready," Aaron chuckles to Shana.

She makes eye contact with cigar-man, spreads wider, and pulls back her dress to completely expose her smooth, hairless pussy to him. He smiles in appreciation. A few moments of this, and she brushes down her skirt, sits straight in the chair, and takes a sip of tonic. He turns away and subtly nods, back to staring at his phone.

"What now?" she asks.

"We've tested the waters, and they're fine. How do you feel about the big reveal?"

"Maybe. Keep your eye on the bartender. Don't want her coming out here and getting surprised."

"Can't see her from here. Give it a couple of minutes, however."

And indeed, a minute or so later the door opens, and the bartender and boyfriend reappear. They hang next to the door for her to vape. It's a long chat. It seems they're having issues. The pair eventually realize she's been out there too long and they return inside for her to do her job.

"Stand up," Aaron commands. "Stand up and face him."

"Really?" She knows what's coming.

"Really."

Aaron reaches behind her with both hands, grasping the hem and pulling it up and over. Shana willingly raised her arms for him to remove it completely. She is naked in public. Sort of public.

The gentleman's mouth drops open. He gathers his composure enough to make the "turn around" sign to Shan. She smiles and turns to meet his request. He admires her ass and incredible figure from behind, she then turns to face him again. Aaron is busy trying to get her dress right-side out so she can quickly re-dress. This particular move turns it inside out, and they have been previously caught in an awkward position of covering her up too fast and have the wrong-side-out dress rat on their activities.

The gentleman quietly voices, "Thank you," and Aaron helps Shan put the dress back on. The cigar smoker gathers himself and his belongings, with a quiet, "Incredible," as he passes by the couple's table and back into the bar area.

Shana and Aaron share a very nice lover's kiss.

"That was fun," Shan chuckles.

"It was."

"Lemme see your hard."

Aaron unzips and whips it out.

"Good. Oo! The ring! We'll be taking care of that later!"

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Aaron asks as he opens the door to the hallway, "Ready? I'll carry your suit."

"That's fine. You still think we can do it?"

"My guess is yes."

Shana is wearing only a short babydoll dress as a cover-up for the quick ride down the elevator to the hotel's hot tub and pool area. Aaron is wearing lightweight short-shorts and a T-shirt, easy on and off, but the shorts are not really a swimsuit, when wet they cling to his parts in scandalous detail.

Last time they were there, Aaron noticed the "Pool Rules" signage had been refreshed. Most of the do's and don't's were what he recalled from earlier visits, like "no glass containers" and "children under 18 must be accompanied...", etc. What really caught his attention then was one rule in particular, "Swimwear must be worn in pool and spa."

That rule was gone!

The new signage was still there on this visit. Having met the hotel owner at a New Year's party, Aaron assessed by his behavior that he is a silver-spoon horny son-of-a-bitch. Shana was dressed to kill that evening, and this owner person came-on to her with a vengeance, right there in front of her husband. She whispered to Aaron while politely rebuffing the guy's advances, "(Not my type.)" Not that it was news, given the owner's sleaze-bag air about him.

Anyway, it is Aaron's supposition that the owner's "sex-positive" outlook -- we'll call it that -- is reflected in a permission by omission that it is now okay to enjoy the pool area

sans-culotte

. It also makes a certain amount of sense since the pool atrium is well off the main hallways and not in view of the public in general. Also noteworthy is there are no security cameras in the pool area, nor in the hallway from the adjacent mini-gym to the pool entrance. That in itself is unusual for a large hotel.

All indications are that management

expects

or at least anticipates nude use of the water features.

They did bring Shana's one-piece just in case there were other guests using the facilities not amenable to communal nudity. She could change into the suit in the nearby restroom.

Aaron opens the door to the atrium with the keycard and shows Shana in. Yes, it is unoccupied, so both step over to the spa area and quickly strip off, and Aaron activates the tub blower. Shana smiles on glancing at Aaron's bobbing cock ring as he helps her into the tub. They're not figuring on sex in the tub, just teasing, fondling and kissing as the urge presents. Plus a good hot soak.

"Oh that feels

so good

on my feet." Shana had been complaining earlier that her feet felt cold, so this was a bit of comfort.

Leaning back and luxuriating in the roiling bath, they're somewhat startled when the lights flip on in the exercise room next to the atrium, with its large windows facing into the pool area. A particularly buff young man sporting long cornrow braids has entered the room. He is in workout gear, and starts looking around for weights. He notices Aaron and a nude Shana in the tub but doesn't flinch, just goes about his business, finds a pair of heavy dumbbells, and begins his routine.

Shana gives Aaron a worried expression.

"No concerns here. He's obviously serious about his workout."

"Okay. If you really think so."

"I do. You might want to shift over to this other jet. It pulsates."

Aaron assists her into a squatting position to aim her crotch into this jet's stream for maximum stimulation.

"

OH!

" Shan exclaims in confirmation once things are lined-up. She and Aaron concentrate on her pleasuring, more or less tuning out the rest of the room. Not quite "there" yet for her, they are interrupted by the sound of the entry door unlatching, and they dive to retrieve her suit and his shorts to cover-up,

just in case!

Turns out it's the body builder, who smiles in reassurance that he will be no bother to them. He turns on the shower in the corner of the atrium and sees to it that it is sufficiently warm. Having confirmation he wouldn't offend, he strips off completely to wash off the sweat from his particularly strenuous workout.

"Nice," Shana softly says to Aaron over the blower noise.

"Those guns of his are impressive. He's obviously been doing this for a while."

"I'm not talking about his muscles."

"Seriously, Shan?"

"You're the one who rev'ed-up my engine with the jet here."

"What's your plan?"

"Help him shower."

Aaron deeply sighs, "That's not what we were here for."

"Yes it is! You love it when..."

"...you mess with other guys. I get it. Still."

"You started it. Not your choice now."

Gripping the handrail, Shana rises out of the tub, slightly exaggerating her hip swing with each step up. Once on the deck, she turns around to face Aaron, making sure he gets a "full frontal" of her very fine body, especially that he had worked so hard before they left the house on making sure that there was no visible pubic hair. He is a little surprised, though, that the extra grooming is possibly going to assist in seducing another.

She is about halfway from the tub to the shower, and Mr. Muscle, eyes closed to rinse his face, turns around. He is startled and wide-eyed that he is being approached by this naked blonde beauty. The surprise turns into a smile, and he mouths, "Hello."

"Hello yourself," she answers. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

"Like what you see?"

"Yes, I do. You're very lovely."

"How much do you like... oh, yeah... asked and answered."

Mr. Muscle's cock is lengthening, but apparently not fully erect at this point. It is, however, filling out nicely.

"What about your guy? You were playing with him just a couple of minutes ago."

"He gets to watch."

Shana turns around to meet Aaron's gaze, and she motions to him to stand up. Knowing her husband well, she sees the expected -- his erection at full mast, his glans ring glistening in the atrium's lights. It makes her smile.

"He gets off on this?"

"Sometimes. But he likes it. It makes him happy."

"Likes what?"

"Watching guys like you fuck me. You

are

going to fuck me, aren't you?"

"I dunno." Mr. Muscle turns to face Aaron with brow furrowed, mouthing the question, "You okay with this?"

Aaron shrugs his shoulders and nods, mouthing back, "Go ahead."

Mr. Muscle asks Shana, "May I kiss you?"

"Please."

The two naked bodies embrace and kiss very passionately. Shana lowers a hand to stroke his penis to full arousal. She then takes his hand and leads him over to the hot tub. The body builder helps her down the steps and he follows suit. Aaron stands up and reaches to shake his hand, which he graciously accepts with a smile.

"Not the first time. I'm D'André. You are?"

"Aaron. This is Shana."

"A pleasure. Seriously. She has asked me to fuck her. Is that

really

okay with you?"

"It's her call. I'm along for the ride."

"She said you like to watch her with guys."

"I do."

"Then let's get 'er done. We'll start here and I'll take her back to the shower for the money shot."

"Do as you wish. Shan?"

She just smiles, and resumes stroking his cock. He again reaches down for a deep kiss, then takes her hand to help her to the top step for her to grasp the handrail. He faces her, stands on the second step down, and she helps him insert his cock into her pussy. He then lifts her up with ease considering his sheer strength, she wraps her legs around his waist, and they start into a vigorous coitus, his arms rock solid as she raises and lowers herself on his penis.

With a nod to Aaron, D'André steps out of the tub with Shana firmly attached to him at the crotch. He walks her over to the shower; her eyes are closed as she loses herself into the different sensations of the walking fuck.

Shana grabs his shoulders to again lift and lower herself into the intercourse. D'André starts to stiffen and subtly spasm as his own release comes closer, and closer, and... with a deep grunt, and another, he so very obviously telegraphs his standing ejaculation into Aaron's wife.

Her wry smile seems to reveal she has already cum, likely during the walk from the tub to the shower.

"You ready?" D'André asks Shana.

"Yes."

He lifts her off. "Let me restart the shower for you to rinse off and out the best you can. Don't want cum in the hot tub."

"Thank you for being such a gentleman. Gawd! I don't see Aaron!

Aaron?

" she calls out in panic.

"He's in the pool," D'André quietly informs her.

"Over here, sweetie!" Aaron answers. "Just cooling off."