So since the first chapter received a number of unfavourable comments for a lack of context I thought I would add a little here to help. My wife and I often take weekends away alone to a Hotel and Spa to have fun and tease each other with dirty fantasies, games and activities. The fictional weekend recounted here tells of the some of the events, both real and fantasy that we have shared. These are the things that turn us on but if they don't float your boat then feel free to move on.
The hotel reception was unusually busy when she arrived. Still feeling flushed and tingly she just wanted to get into a shower and change but there was a queue. The owner, a softly spoken Welsh lady with silver hair, was doing her best to allocate rooms to a large, rowdy group of young men. Eventually, they were dealt with and she got her room key and was pleased to discover it was one of the larger, older rooms at the front of the hotel.
She freshened up quickly, took advantage of her treatment and then set about getting ready for the rest of the evening. She'd already selected her underwear and she knew he'd approve since it was a basque he'd bought her several weeks ago. She checked herself out in the mirror. Approaching 40, she was still unhappy about many aspects of her body but her husband had been great for building her confidence. He was tall, muscular and worked our regularly, having been a sportsman all his life. She, on the other hand, did far less. Nevertheless she had learnt to appreciate what her figure and good looks could do around men and this was a new area of exploration for them both. She had always been considered a stunning Indian beauty with long brown hair and natural 34DD breasts. She slipped on stockings too and it was all set off by a new blue dress she'd bought recently, which he hadn't seen yet. It was quite fitted around the bust, flattering her figure, especially since the basque pushed everything up and accentuated her curves.
8 o'clock was approaching and still he hadn't arrived. She was just putting the final touches to her make-up when her phone chimed. The text read, "Hi babe. Nearly there. Get us a table and I'll join you shortly. Ready for a really good fuck!! Xx"
She smiled and then began her reply, "Good. Pussy waiting and I need some more cock. Feeling very horny!! Xx" She pressed send and gathered her things to head for the restaurant.
Once again the place was uncharacteristically busy. "I'm sorry Madam. We're full this weekend and we've got a stag party in too. Your table will be a few minutes can I get you a seat in the bar and a drink while you wait?"
"I'll wait here if that's OK? And I'll have a Malibu and coke please?"
"Of course." The young girl left her to take a seat in a small side room which looked onto the restaurant. It was much quieter than the racket she could hear coming from the bar and she could observe the other diners in discrete comfort. One large table was clearly set out for the stag party but most of them still appeared to be in the bar if the noise was anything to go by. Two or three men were sat at the table and they had clearly noticed her arrival and were watching to see where she was going to sit. One of them made a comment, which she couldn't hear, and they all smiled. She knew her husband would say, well what do you expect? You look hot. She still found that hard to accept sometimes but there was no doubt they'd been talking about her.
There were several middle aged couples and parties around the room but one younger couple caught her eye. They were probably around 30 and both were quite obviously attractive. He was tall; taller than her husband with dark, closely cropped hair. Athletic rather than muscular in build but with chiselled features and a strong jaw line. Playing the game with herself that she often played with her husband she thought, yes, he'd get it. Equally she knew he'd go for the woman. She was also tall and slim with long, light brown hair. Although she was sat down she could tell she had a statuesque figure and her tight fitting sweater emphasised her well rounded breasts. Yes, he'd like her.
"Drinking alone?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by a man who had quietly sat next to her. She didn't reply straightaway but looked him up and down a little to take in his appearance. Late 30s probably, tousled mousy brown hair and blue eyes. Not unattractive but not wearing the best of ties. "Well, I was."
"That's a shame, an attractive woman like you." It was a cheesy line but he delivered it with a smile and a straight face. Could he not see the rings on her finger? Maybe he didn't care. He raised his glass and chinked it against hers. "Well, at least you're not alone now." He smiled again.
"No, that is true." She sipped her drink and looked him in the eye. The man was an open book and conscious that he wasn't getting anywhere fast he changed tack.
"So are you here for the spa? I come most Fridays after work for an end of week massage. I find it helps me enjoy the weekend more."
"Well I did have one treatment today but not a massage."
"Oh you should. It really rejuvenates you. I always go for the all over, full body massage."
His eyes were all over her and there had been a time when that would have annoyed and discomfited her. He'd have probably got a mouthful and she'd have left but recently her confidence had grown. Games played between her and her husband had made her more secure. He kept banging on about her power over men and she was beginning to see it more and more. In reality this guy was harmless and probably a little desperate. He wasn't wearing a ring and if this was part of his usual routine she was guessing there was no one else at home right now.
She leant forward and feigned interest. "So do you have a male or female masseuse?"
"Oh, always female. Claire is very good here."
"I think, if I did go for that it would have to be a man. I'm not sure I'd feel totally comfortable with a woman running her hands all over me."
He choked slightly. His face suggested this was going better than he'd expected. "Oh, I don't know. I think the gentle touch is very therapeutic. I . . . I think you'd enjoy Claire. . . .maybe."
She could see where his mind was running. "Maybe I would, but generally I like a firm masculine touch." Over his shoulder she saw her husband arrive at the bar. He had obviously clocked her and his smile was broad, almost laughing. He proceeded to order a drink but didn't make any move to join her.
"Well if you're staying all weekend. . . maybe . . . . you could have a massage with me tomorrow? My treat of course. I believe there is a very good male masseuse too."
She leant forward a little more. "So how would that work then since I'm rather new to this sort of experience."
"Oh, don't worry! They just put two beds side by side and we can talk to each other as they work on us. It's nothing dirty or anything."
"Oh, I see." She looked disappointed and he was clearly flummoxed. Now uncertain of where to go he tried to rescue the romantic direction.
