Letter to My Wife...

We are in Dubai again for a lovely, celebratory holiday. The weather is perfect and you're reveling in the heat and luxury of it all. It's better than it's ever been.

You've dug out your beautiful bright blue swimsuit and already built a fantastic, deep tan. You look absolutely wonderful and you're on a bit of a high - you love the trappings of this luxury holiday.

You're reading your phone on a comfy pool side recliner. I remember that last time you were here, you were intrigued by the beautifully suited businessmen, who were having meetings and then drinking at the pool side bar. It all seemed so exclusive.

As is so often the case with me, I've disappeared for a Zoom call in our bedroom and it's interminable.

There's a gaggle of suited businessmen at the bar now and you are surprised and a little happy that one keeps catching your eye. Has he hit on you? No, it can't be possible! "I'm 76 you tell yourself" This particular guy is probably in his late 40s, early 50s and he's certainly glancing at you all the time. If you're honest, it's a bit of a harmless thrill.

He's about 6ft 2in, rather handsome and beautifully dressed.

The barman wafts over to you with a perfect glass of chilled Sauvignon Blanc, courtesy of the gentleman and you raise the glass and smile in his direction. Why did he do that and what does he want? Perhaps he just likes attractive, older women. Anyway, this is a perfect feeling; wine, being fancied, happiness in the extreme.

You're slowly sipping your wine and are just settling back into a book when the guy makes a move to go. He passes right by you, smiles and puts a little note on the table beside you. It just says "Room 336 in 5 minutes". What an extraordinary thing to do. You're cross. It's so presumptuous. How dare he?

What do you do? Ignore it or follow him to tell him that he's been out of order? In a haze of drink, you put on a gown and go.

Meanwhile, my Zoom call has gone on for ages and when I'm finally free, I go to find you but you're not at the poolside, indeed you're nowhere to be seen. Then I spy the Room 336 note and wonder what it means. I wait a couple of minutes and head off to find you, wondering what's going on.

Room 336 turns out to be on the floor of super luxury suites. The carpets are deep and my footsteps are silent. Oddly, the door is on the latch, not quite closed, so I quietly push it open and enter a lobby area without making a sound. There's a gown on the floor and I peep round the corner and see a vast bed.

I just can't believe my eyes.

Your blue swimsuit is on the floor and, for goodness sake, you are lying on the bed completely naked. Oh my, but you look fantastic! Your hands are clutching at the pillows above your head and your legs are wide open. There is a guy, fully dressed, with his head between your legs.

He knows exactly how to play you and you're already in absolute ecstasy. I can see that you've opened your legs as wide as you possibly can and you're reaching the point of coming, but he's keeping you on the brink. You're lifting and dropping your pelvis and moaning, but just as you think you're going to come, he pulls back, licks your belly and fondles your very erect nipples.

Slowly, he goes back down on you and your face is now screwed up in agony and ecstasy. This time he's relentless, determined to make you come. I can see his tongue on your clitoris and going inside you. It's so beautiful.

I watch you, breathless, as at last you have the longest, shuddering, perfect orgasm. You are wailing with the sheer pleasure and joy of it.

How, I love seeing you being pleasured.

He gets up from the floor, where he's been kneeling and quickly takes his clothes off. He maneuvers on top of you and I see your hand take his penis and guide it into you. This is outrageous and so terribly exciting. Of course, he's expert at controlling himself, saving his orgasm, pacing himself, but you just want to come again quickly while the moment is right. You come again, groaning and yelping this time and then he deftly pulls out of you and spews his come all over your belly.

I slip away unseen, out of the room.

Sometime later you join me, innocently, by the pool. You tell me you've been shopping, but I haven't the heart to ask you want you've bought. I love you.