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A loud pop sounded as the cork shot out of the bottle in the hotel suite. Barrett was holding it up like a trophy he'd won. Foam frothed up out of it's neck and he quickly caught it in one of the champagne flutes.
He chuckled and flashed his eyes at his wife sitting at the small dining table set for a romantic evening for two. Maurine's round cheeks were pulled tight in an approving smile. Barrett set the flute in front of her as the golden liquid fizzled cheerfully. His eyes took in her bare arms and shoulders recently made taut with rigorous exercise at the gym.
Maurine had been especially motivated these past two months and the results were making Barrett lick his lips. Her waist had regained it's feminine taper, but the weight loss hadn't touched her generous hips. They bulged against her dress and Barrett fantasized about the plump cheeks his wife was now seated on.
A tan thigh beckoned him from Maurine's high split and he said a prayer of gratitude as he ogled the smooth, well lotioned flesh. He imagined how many squats his wife must've done in order to thicken it with just the right amount of muscle.
Maurine accepted her glass of champagne and offered her husband a wink as she put it to her small pert lips. Barret noted the way her large breasts strained the front of her dress and he wished for a neckline that might give him a preview, but Maurine's was a smooth line just below her collarbone.
By the time his glass was full and in his hand, Maurine had already downed hers. She held it out for another and Barrett chuckled with the assurance that tonight was going to be a good night. He held out his glass to hers.
"To you, sweetheart. Twelve years with the woman who helped me launch my business and the love of my life."
Maurine clinked glasses with her husband and smirked at his appreciation. They drank together and then put the glasses back on the table a quarter full.
"Money and time well-invested, honey."
She emptied the glass in her hand and set it back down on the table before Barrett took his wife's hand and guided her to stand next to him. Holding her hand out of the way, he openly inspected her body.
"Speaking of time well-invested, your extra time in the gym has been paying off."
Maurine smoothed her free hand over her stomach and skirt, turning this way and that to give Barrett a better view.
"Thank you. It's been hard work, but I knew I'd need the extra stamina tonight."
Her eyebrows danced to mark her innuendo and Barrett smiled as he got her meaning. Maurine closed the distance between them and slung her arms around her husband's neck.
"Tell me something."
She pressed her heavy breasts into his blue button-down shirt and looked deeply into his brown eyes.
"Do you love me?"
Maurine's dark eyes pulsed with something that Barrett interpreted as interest. Barrett couldn't hide his amazement of her sincerity.
"Of course, sweetie."
The forty-year old woman shot him a look that urged Barrett for a better answer.
"No, I mean, do you love me as much as you did when we first got married?"
His smile widened.
"I love you much more."
"That's good."
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and then released the hug.
"I have a surprise for you."
She led her husband out of the beautiful suite's main area with it's large windows and wonderful view of the city and into the luxurious bedroom. Barrett couldn't help the expression of excitement as his black loafers slid to a halt on the white marble floor.
The recess lighting bathed the room in warm light. The platform bed was already decorated in rose petals and the large mirror above the bed reflected the petal-flecked love nest below. Maurine pointed to the chair in front of the foot of the bed.
"Sit down and give me a minute, Barry."
She slinked off through the bathroom door on the opposite end of the room. Barrett rubbed his hands together as he sat on the heavy lounge chair, mind eagerly imagining the sexy surprise his wife had planned.
In the quarter of an hour it took for his wife to reemerge, he had already taken off his pants and shirt, and now the man's soft belly perched on his white boxer-clad thighs. Maurine stepped out. Her husband drooled over the thigh high stockings and four and a half inch heels she was wearing. He could see garter straps attached at the top just under the hem of a black silk robe that stopped just below her hips. She had tied it close to conceal what he imagined was the real surprise.
The top of it strained to contain Maurine's giant orbs. Barrett could see the straps of a cupless bra criss-crossing over her chest. Her nipples were unmistakable against the smooth silk. His dick stirred visibly in the thin material of his light blue boxers as his wife neared.
"Baby, you look amazing!"
His voice deepened with lust. Maurine concurred, but continued her slow stroll towards her husband.
"Thank you."
When the luscious vixen's full-figure was within arms reach, Barrett's hands rose to meet her, but she stopped him.
"You love me right?"
She asked again strangely. Barrett nodded with a mouth dry from desire and eyes roaming over the rest of her body still concealed in the robe. Barrett felt his wife's hand on his wrist and heard a mechanical click. He raised his wrist and saw the metal shackle.
"What's this?"
Maurine smiled and casually went on putting another on his other wrist.
"You trust me right?"
She winked at him and Barrett lit up with the promise of something kinky. His wife shackled his ankles as well and tightened something on the back of the chair that immobilized her husband in a seated position. Barrett tested the strength of the restraints. There was very little give in them, but he managed a smile although it was tinted with nervousness.
"Now, how about we watch a movie?"
Barrett looked up at his wife eagerly reading the insinuation in her eyes. She turned on the TV and immediately the video began playing on the screen to his right. He turned his head, but was utterly confused to see his living room.
Several moments passed and his wife appeared on screen in full workout gear, her gym bag already over her shoulder as she headed for the door. As she arrived, another familiar face entered the house.
"What is this?"
Confusion pursed his mouth into a frown as he questioned what he was about to witness on the screen. He recognized their cleaning lady, Lupe, sliding into the house while his wife held the door for her smiling.
For a while the two seemed to exchange pleasantries, but there was only the faint sound of their voices that the recording device picked up. Lupe smiled demurely as the two women traded places and the young Guatemalan woman held the door for her employer's wife as she left.
Lupe lingered at the door, supposedly watching Maurine leave in her car, and gave a final wave. Then, she closed it before stepping out of her flip-flops and moving inside, closer to the camera.
Although neither was sure by how much, it was clear she was younger. Her face didn't have a single wrinkle, and her cheekbones were high and tight with a youthful look to them.
Her body was unabashedly feminine. Her leggings were stretched tight over toned legs and curvaceous hips that were hard to hide. Even under the dull grey scrub top she was wearing, her breasts swayed with a weight only slightly less ponderous than Maurine's.
The woman turned profile to open the hallway closet and treated her viewers to the luscious C-shape of her ass cheeks as she retrieved a vacuum and feather duster. She moved them both into the living room, placed the vacuum behind the couch, and began dusting the coffee table and shelving.
When she got close to the shelves, her dark garnet shade of lipstick was more apparent on her full lips. Her swaying motions bouncing the black locks of her pixie cut hairstyle over her left eye.
Suddenly, the woman turned back to the door as if she'd heard something. She stood straight up and pulled her grey top off in a hurry. The screen was full of her massive breasts pressed into the hot pink, tight camisole tank top she had had on underneath.
She discarded the grey cloth somewhere on the other side of the screen and quickly stepped over to the coffee table that she'd already dusted. Arbitrarily, she tickled it with the duster while she stood in a half-bent pose. One leg with it's heel-raised making her legs look even more inviting.
Barry was visibly perspiring. He hadn't realized what he was watching until Lupe's hot pink cami made an appearance.
"Uhh, honey, could we-"
Barrett nervously shot glances back and forth from his wife to the screen. He held his breath. His image appeared on screen and stepped around the young woman with a lascivious grin on his face as he overtly stared at the tightly wrapped ass in front of him.
His hand spruced his creme golf shirt before coming to rest on the front of his khakis. It moved over the fabric as if stroking something of increasing concern.
Lupe pretended to be unaware of his presence, but the naughty smirk and blushing cheeks gave her away. The Barrett on the screen got closer until he was directly behind her. He bit his lip and slung his hand at her voluminous backside and the smack rang out loud enough for the mike to pick up.
The thirty-something immigrant merely looked back with coyness, her devilish grin and blush never fading. The grin on Barrett's face darkened with lust.
The Barrett chained to the chair laughed nervously as a cold flop sweat had set in on his forehead and lip.
"That's not what it looks like! We joke around me and Lupe. You know!"
Maurine feigned an understanding nod as they both turned back to the screen. Lupe's lips were arking into a seductive grin and she gracefully embraced her employer, arms around his neck as their bodies pressed together intimately.
On the screen, they exchanged a word in hushed conversation not picked up by the microphone of the recording device. Maurine regarded her husband with a raised eyebrow, but her grin still hadn't faded.
"It's just a hug!"
He bargained with his voice raising an octave. On the screen, Barrett and Lupe leaned in and pressed their lips together in a slow sensual kiss. Maurine again looked at him smugly as if waiting for another feeble explanation as the Barrett on the screen moved to second base, groping at her substantial breasts through the tight shiny fabric.
Barrett swallowed hard. His mind was searching for the words, but stammering in between attempts to form them. Maurine paused the video as he spoke.
"S-sweetheart listen, y-you know that....ummmm...that I can be...uhhh...a little flirtatious...you know, at times...and I think Lupe just...you know...she just...took that out of context...and....uhhh-"
"Let's pretend I've already seen this movie."
Barrett swallowed hard.
"In fact, let's pretend I've seen the sequel too."
Maurine's voice was dripping with insinuation and it boomed with a righteous heat that coaxed even more sweat from Barrett's brow.
"You have?"
