Bed Bath and Beyond My Dreams

This is repost of a story with minor changes.

If a cliché bothers you, then leave now. I guarantee there's a few in here. Many people have similar experiences.

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Cat Stevens: "I would have given you all of my heart, but there's someone who's torn it apart."

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My name is Colin Samson and I'm a professional engineer. After getting my masters, I continued my studies and passed the exam to become a professional engineer. After meeting all of the other criteria I earned my license from the state. My specialty deals with water resources. It sounds impressive but it's really water and sanitation projects. I get the water to you and then take shit from you.

I was the top of my class and my Logic and Statistics professor became my guiding light. We were constantly butting heads but I got the better of him on his favorite orientation problem. After that he was my mentor and personal tutor. Anything I failed to comprehend was immediately cleared up with his expert advice. I graduated summa cum laude with both my Bachelors and Graduate degrees.

My bride of four years is Sabrina. We met at a print shop when she was an intern. The copy machine, where she worked, was broken and I was making copies of some blueprints. We ran into each other a few days in a row and I was smitten with her beautiful legs and smile.

Things moved rather rapidly and before long we were having the exclusive dating conversation.

My father left when I was young and my mom remarried a few years later. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I learned that my father's infidelity had disrupted my life. My step father wasn't really into being a father figure. I still harbor ill feelings towards my real father. He quit coming around soon after he moved out. My mindset has always been that, to him, I didn't matter. That's a tough thing to grow up with, feeling unwanted. I'm certainly a walking case study of someone scarred for life.

I let my feelings about fidelity known. Sabrina had not experienced any trauma in her upbringing. Her parents, and the grandparents on both sides, were still alive and happily married. She admitted she couldn't relate to my upbringing. Regardless, she also professed that fidelity was an absolute for her too.

Sabrina is very headstrong. It's not 'her way or the highway', but it's not too far from that. I think we are a good fit in that I will put her in her place if she thinks too much about herself and not enough about us. It might be a product of her being an only child. Always getting your way from an early age probably colors the world much differently than those of us who have siblings.

Our sex life was strong from the start. Once we were exclusive, we were busy in the bedroom. We were both a little unsure of how to please each other orally. But, with Sabrina wanting things her way, I was guided through the process until I became pretty good at it. I learned from Sabrina that if you want something, then say so. She now gives an awesome blow job.

To me, Sabrina has a perfect pair of legs. I like to put her legs on my shoulders as I pound her pussy. I get to caress her legs as I rock back and forth. I encourage her to walk around bare foot in shorts. She's eye candy for me.

Another of my favorite positions is when Sabrina does me cowgirl style. She squats on my cock and pulls her knees towards her shoulders. I get to play with her nipples and caress her legs while my cock slides in and out of her juicy pussy. She doesn't do anal but I can get her off by sliding a finger in and out of her anus. I only push in about an inch but it does the trick. I wait until her breathing becomes shallow then slip the finger in and it only takes a minute before she has an impressive orgasm.

Sabrina's thinks her boobs aren't her best feature. Although she may be right, because I think her legs are the best, I think her boobs are just fine. They're proportionally sized meaning they're a nice handful and the nipples are large and puffy. You can tell if a movie or conversation has turned her on by the way her nipples respond. I will occasionally titty fuck her to let her know they all a guy could want. Sabrina also has a shapely ass balanced on top of those legs.

Our wedding was a touch over the top. I felt sorry for Sabrina's mother by the time it happened. What's the word? Bridezilla? Sometimes an only child can be a handful.

One of our favorite pastimes is attending the musicals at the performing arts theatre. We have season tickets. Dinner before, with drinks and dancing afterwards, makes it a very romantic outing. We attend eight musicals every year.

I was never a jock but do enjoy watching college sports. Pro sports don't do much for me. The Olympics are a mixed bag. I avoid the judged events tending to watch those that race against the clock. Sabrina has no interest at all in sports.

Sabrina works for the law firm of Simpson and Haggerty. Simpson is actually Mrs. Nancy Simpson. She expects her female associates to be prim, proper, and morally outstanding. As such, Sabrina always tries to dress with that in mind and wears pant suits. That doesn't bother me in the least bit as the males would be drooling over her legs. Sabrina appears to be the chosen one amongst the new hires. She hopes that one day it will be Simpson, Samson, and Haggerty.

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One of Sabrina's closest friends from high school is getting married. Sabrina agreed to be one of the bridesmaids. The bride is from a very wealthy family and the ceremony will be held in Cancun. Each member of the wedding party has been provided with round trip airline tickets for two and a week at a timeshare. Most of the wedding party is expected to arrive by Thursday. The rehearsal dinner is Friday night and the wedding is late afternoon on Saturday. From what Sabrina has heard, most are going to stay the full seven days. Sabrina has a very important trial on Monday, so we are only staying until Sunday morning.

The trial is before a jury, but Sabrina believes their case is so strong that they'll get a directed verdict in their favor.

At 4 am on Thursday we locked up and headed to the airport. Our early morning flight is to DFW. We change planes in the ninety minute gap before we leave for Cancun. Sabrina had brought along her folder for the court case on Monday.

"I didn't think those folders were supposed to leave the office?"

"They're not. I have to make sure I've memorized all of the talking points and our responses. We've spent a small fortune preparing for this case."

"Are you even going to be able to relax on this trip?"

"Absolutely. I'll budget my time to allow me enough time to go over the trial material. I intend to let my hair down!"

After a lengthy wait for luggage we arrived at the resort. After checking in we made our way to the restaurant. This was an all-inclusive outing and we started taking advantage of it immediately. While Sabrina was using the restroom, the manager introduced himself. He was simply greeting all of the new guests.

"Good day sir. My name is Julio and I'm the manager. If you need anything do not hesitate to ask."

I was apprehensive about Sabrina bringing the trial folder so I set out to ease my mind.

"Nice to meet you Julio. I'm Colin. How's the room security here?"

"The best in the city sir. I have thirty security cameras and we keep recordings for two years. We have an impeccable record of protecting our customers. I can provide you with a list of every time your door was opened. If you have any concerns we can view the security videos. Would you like to have a daily printout of the activity?"

"That would be great! Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you Julio. I think we're going to enjoy our stay."

Sabrina and I found our room and were naked about as fast as possible.

She could have easily finished me off orally, but I dislodged my cock from her mouth and spread her legs wide. After I climaxed, I brought her to a nice orgasm with my tongue. I set an alarm and we took a short nap.

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Thursday night was a meet and greet with all of the bridal party. There were also several friends of the family who had arrived early. I knew practically no one there. I had met a few of the couples, at our wedding, but we had never done anything socially with any of them. After dinner the DJ started taking requests and the dancers hit the floor. Sabrina wore a knee length skirt and a sleeveless blouse. Her sexy legs were on display.

The dance floor was laid out with three dance areas. The DJ and bar were centered against the back wall. Off to the left was a dance floor. Off to the right was a dance floor. In front of the DJ was the largest of the three dance floors. From where we were seated we couldn't see the dance floor to the left. There were people hanging over the railing on the second floor watching the dancers.

Sabrina and I danced a few, which is about my limit. Dancing doesn't do much for me. After the first slow dance of the evening we returned to our seats. We hadn't been sitting for a full song when a man approached and invited Sabrina to dance.

"Can I honey?"

"Only the fast ones."

"Okay."

She danced a few numbers with the man and returned to get something to drink. A different man approached and asked Sabrina to dance. Without looking at me she accepted.

I was talking about Friday's golf outing with the guy who shared our table. When I looked around I couldn't see Sabrina. I headed up to the second floor and spotted her in the left dance area. It was a fast number and she was raising her skirt up and flashing her butt to her partner. She spun around and flashed her pussy to her partner. I had seen about as much as I cared to see, so I headed towards the stairs. The fast song stopped and a slow one started. I paused and watched. Sabrina pulled away from her partner but when she didn't see me at our table, she headed back into the left dance area. They snuggled and swayed. His hand slid under her skirt and was groping her ass.

I tracked Sabrina down and put her on the spot "What the FUCK does no slow dances mean to you?"

She pushed her partner back and stared wide-eyed at me "I forgot. I'm sorry."

"Forgot my ass. Speaking of asses, did you cop a nice feel there buddy?" as I turned to her dance partner.

He said nothing so I returned to Sabrina "If you're not back in the room ten seconds after me I'm shredding your trial folder."

I turned and headed to the elevator. Sabrina sprinted back to our table and gathered her belongings. As the elevator door started closing she shouted "Hold it for me!"

I shouted back "Ten seconds behind me or I shred it. Use the stairs."

I let the elevator door close. As I was putting my card in the door, the stairwell door opened. A winded Sabrina continued running towards me. She caught the door before it latched.

"Did you have to make a scene?"

"Me? Me make a scene? I wasn't the one flashing my ass. I wasn't the one flashing my pussy."

I pulled up her skirt and saw that she was wearing a thong "Since when did you become such a cheap tramp?"

"I guess I had too much to drink. I'm sorry."

"Bullshit! Get out of my sight."

Sabrina closed the bedroom door. I slept on the couch.

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We really didn't speak much on Friday morning. After getting dressed, we went to the main floor and ate breakfast. Less than an hour later we were back in the room.

"I'm going with the golfing group. What are you doing?"

"I'm going with the shopping group. Will you be back by four? We have to help set things up."

"I will. See you later."

"Maybe we can have a little fun before the rehearsal?"

"Sounds good babe."

I got down to the lobby around 8:25 am. We had three tee times at the resort course. It was a fifteen minute drive from the timeshare. Eleven of us piled into the van sent by the golf course. Seven guys and two couples. The two couples teed off first as they had arranged the outing.

Play was backed up on the par three fourteenth. Our first group was just leaving the green and our second group was waiting to tee off. We were going to have to wait at least fifteen minutes before resuming play. Tom, the guy I was sharing a cart with, decided to call his wife. He asked her how shopping was going, along with all the usual husband and wife banter.

After he hung up I prompted him "Are the ladies enjoying shopping?"

"Oh yeah, Shelby can warm a credit card up pretty easily. It doesn't matter where we are, she can find something to buy. She said one of the ladies wasn't feeling well. She sent her packages back with her to have the front desk hold them. Great, that means she can turn this into TWO shopping trips."

"That's hilarious. Her arms are empty now. Let's hope the exchange rate is favorable today."

"Yeah no shit. She's not much for shopping budgets."

I grabbed my phone and hit the button to dial Sabrina. It went to messages.

We were waiting in the fairway on the 18th when my phone buzzed. It was Sabrina.

"Hey babe how's shopping?"

"We're just getting back. I see you called."

"Yeah, we were backed up on the course so I thought I'd see how shopping was going."

"I guess I didn't hear your call. You know how loud those malls can be. Our cab just dropped us off. Will you be back soon?"

"I should be back in an hour or so. See you soon."

As I was sitting on the van, headed back to the resort, my cell phone buzzed with a text.

'Your daily room log is available at the front desk.'

I picked up the envelope at the front desk and joined a small herd boarding the elevator. I pulled the report out and glanced over it. At the first stop, I got off and walked down the stairs back to the lobby. After a short wait, Julio came to the counter.

"Julio, we met yesterday, I'm Colin."

"Yes sir, I remember you. Did you get your room activity report?"

I held it up. It showed that my room door was opened three times the night before. For today it showed 6:42, 7:29, 8:20, 8:45, 12:10, 12:12, 2:09, 2:10 and 2:10 again.

"Julio, would it be possible to view your security videos for a few of these?"

"Absolutely Colin, come with me and we can watch them."

We had gone out to breakfast this morning so that had to be the first two. I left for golf just after eight so that was that one. I would suspect the 8:45 one was Sabrina leaving to go shopping.

"Let's start with the 8:45 one."

Confirmed, Sabrina wearing a blouse and slacks as she left.

"Can I see the footage for the one around noon?"

"Certainly sir."

We saw Sabrina dropping packages off at the front desk. She was carrying another package as she entered our room at 12:10. She left, without the package, two minutes later carrying just her room key.

"That's my wife. How about the 2 o'clock ones."

"My pleasure sir."

Sabrina was dressed in only a long men's t-shirt with some 10K race logo on it. It came down to mid-calf. She was holding a small bag and carrying her shoes. Her sexy legs and bare feet were a beautiful sight.

"Hold on. Can we back it up and see where she came from?"

He loved playing with his security system. He went back about five minutes. He had two screens and each showed sixteen views at the same time. Two from each floor plus many from around the lobby and exterior. We found that Sabrina had left room 305 before coming back to our room. The look on her face was hollow, almost emotionless.

"Can we go back to about noon and review the footage?"

A few minutes after noon a tall man entered room 305. Just because of his height I thought I recognized him as the husband of one of the other bridesmaids. At around 12:14 Sabrina pushed the door open on room 305 and let herself in.

"Are you okay sir? Can I get you some water, coffee, or something stronger?"

"No, but thank you for asking. One more view. Can we go and look at the 2 o'clock ones again?"

We watched Sabrina enter our room in the t-shirt. A minute later she came out, dressed in a robe, carrying a small sack. We watched her place the sack in the trash by the elevator then return to our room.

"I'm sorry sir. Would you like me to print out the stills of her entering and leaving the rooms?"

I slipped him a twenty "Yes, I'll pick them up from you later this evening. Please don't disclose this meeting to anyone."

"You have my assurance sir."

I checked the bridal party list. Room 305 was Dennis and Mary Lou Denton. She was a bridesmaid. On my way to the room I did some dumpster diving and retrieved the sack that Sabrina had disposed. It was the t-shirt she had been wearing. I buried it in my windbreaker and entered our room.

"Hey Hun, we've got time for a little fun before we head down for the rehearsal."

Sabrina opened the robe displaying her naked treasures.

"As much as I'd like to babe my stomach won't let me. I'm going to sit in the shower and try to get some relief."

"Oh Hun, that sucks. Let's hope you're better tonight."

I had no intention of getting sloppy seconds. As I sat in the shower it occurred to me that I might never tap her sweet pussy again. I couldn't think of an explanation that resulted in anything but a divorce.

Apparently I was unable to keep my building rage from affecting my behavior. As we were setting up for the rehearsal Sabrina made the comment "Somebody's in a sour mood. Maybe I can make you feel better tonight."

"I doubt it."

She wore a confused look, but let it drop.

While the bridal party was busy acting out tomorrow's wedding, I mingled with the spouses trying to find out about the Dentons. The only thing I learned is that both of them had gone to high school with Sabrina. Most of the bridal party, and several of their spouses, had all attended that high school. The bride and groom were no different. It seemed like Sabrina and I were in the minority, having met after high school. The guy, who I had caught Sabrina dancing with, avoided me. Like me, his wife was in the bridal party.

After dinner, the DJ started playing music.

"Are you going to dance tonight Hun?"

"No, neither of us are dancing tonight."

"But I want to dance."

"Sorry babe, I told you no slow dances last night and you completely ignored me. No dancing tonight."

Sabrina left our table in a huff. She mingled and I noticed she was avoiding Dennis. I really didn't see her doing anything inappropriate with anyone. She was constantly checking to see if I was watching her. After avoiding me for two hours she made her way back to our table.

"Some of us are going to the hot tub. Want to go?"

"We're not going. We're done for the night. Get your stuff and let's go."

"What the hell's wrong with you? I'm going to the hot tub."

"I said get your FUCKING stuff and let's GO!"

She saw a look in my eyes she had never seen. It startled her. We were the center of attention. It got very quiet around our table. Sabrina picked up her purse and shrug then followed me towards the elevators.

Once we were back in the room she angrily asked "What's your problem? What's gotten into you?"

"It's not what's gotten into me slut. I just wonder how many other times you've offered me sloppy seconds? If I were you I'd lock myself in the bedroom or risk falling from the fifth floor balcony."

"OH GAWD! OH NO! How did you? Let me explain."

I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and glanced back at Sabrina "Shut the FUCK up."

I stepped towards her but she raced into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. From behind the door I heard her begging "Colin please, can we talk?"

"You're going to act normal during the wedding but we are through."

"Don't say that. I love you."