I have my own "February Sucks" story......my "June Sucks".
It was a beautiful lead up our June anniversary. The weather here in New England was stunning...sunshine, warm temps, low humidity. I made plans to go out with friends to stay as a group at a hotel, dinner at a posh restaurant, and dancing until the late hours to help us celebrate our years of wedded bliss.
I contacted the other couples and they were excited to join in. When I told my wife she was overjoyed.....and promised me a night I would never forget.
We did have an enjoyable lead up to that night and I felt on top of the world. After 10 years of marriage, the bloom was off the rose but for a brief 48 hours I felt like I was the man of her dreams and she was the rose in my bouquet.
We went about our usual life afterwards....no kids by choice but with a firm commitment to each other. We did enjoy a healthy social life with our friends and went out a couple of times a month to let our hair down and have a few drinks. Dinner, dancing, Uber home was the usual plan but I really did miss the opportunity to stay at a hotel that would pamper us. I made a plan to get the gang back together on June 16th to celebrate.
She was overcome with joy.
"Oh, this is so wonderful, a night for us to never forget".
Yup, she was right. It was a night I would, and could, never forget.
We were so excited...she took the afternoon off the go the the spa and hairdresser to get coiffed, waxed, buffed, and polished for the evening. I made it home from work to take a shower and get ready. My suit was freshly cleaned, pressed, and matched to her dress. We would look like Mr. and Mrs. Happily in Love for our evening.
She dressed in the guest room, hiding from me like it was our wedding day. I dressed and waited for her at the bottom of the stairs and damn near had a stroke when she walked down the staircase.
A vision. Exquisitely dressed in a sapphire blue dress, cut a couple inches above her knees. Low cut in the front to show her well proportioned cleavage, no bra, her excitement showing poking through the silky fabric of the dress. Black stockings attached to a matching blue garter belt, blue panties trimmed to match her dress. I was a walking hard on watching her slink down the stairs to my waiting arms.
"I'm yours all night" she told me. "No dances for anyone other than you tonight".
Before we left, she gauged my interest by stroking the front of my tailored pants. "Well, I see that I can still get a rise out of you......"
I almost threw her down on the floor and made passionate love to her. But I know that would happen later. I kissed her softly on the lips and told her "Thank you for making this a night come true".
Damn, it turned out to be a nightmare made in hell.
We drove to the hotel to check in and went to the restaurant to meet up with the rest of the crew for dinner and drinks. We drank lightly, not wanting to get too impacted by alcohol and ruin a special night.
Dinner was amazing. We sat close together and helped each other sample the appetizers. We were highly aroused and one of the men mentioned for us to "get a room, you two look like you're having sex right here!" We toned it down during the main course but ramped it up again for dessert.
She said "This dessert won't touch what I plan to give you tonight when we get back to the room" in a tantalizing husky voice dripping with sexual overtones. Her nipples were straining against her blue dress, my cock was searching for a way out of my tailored pants.
It was a quick walk to the lounge where we had a large table reserved for the night. It was a a short walk but now, after all that happened, it was the longest walk of my life.
Not much happened during the first hour other than we recreated scenes from Dirty Dancing together. We were all over each other and the heightened tension was making us horny newlyweds all over again. We danced every song together and finally decided to take a break to rehydrate before the next set.
My best friend told me that we were the epitome of true lovers when we got back from the bar with our drinks. Just like a junior high dance, the girls went to one side, the boys were on the other side, comparing notes and egging each other on. Funny, we were all married and acting like kids.
The band struck up the next chord and off we were to the dance floor to make love while dancing to provocative songs. Fast, then slow, then fast then slow songs were played. We were holding each other close. My eyes were closed, fantasizing about my next dessert...when a voice interrupted by mental state by asking "Can I have this dance?".
A tall man, dressed in a expensive suit, had his hand on my wife's shoulder. I had no idea who he was but he was cutting into my dance with her. She melted out of my arms, turned to him, and said "Yes".