Posh is the only way to describe the hotel. It was much nicer, fancier with subtle touches here and there, than they were accustomed to. Flowers and statues adorned the lobby and foyers and gilded, lushly upholstered benches lined the open spaces elegantly.
After inspecting their room the couple embraced exchanging a sensuous kiss. Their tongues lashed lasciviously, a reminder of the passion to come.
Planning the getaway had been fun for the two. Baring their souls, their fantasies took light in their minds and loins. They both relayed sexy visions of one sort or another to each other leading to passionate love making and the decision to live out a real hotel fantasy.
They'd agreed surprise was the best seductive tool available and at their disposal. Neither he nor she had a clue as to what their partner had planned. The only common element was a nice hotel with a fancy in house restaurant. That way they could dress up, role play, be someone else without straying too far from their room, their lair, their sex haven. All of their desires could be addressed while remaining close at hand.
The kiss ended and they separated slowly. Trina's voluptuous breasts pressed into Dean's abdomen reminding him of their presence, their size, their roundness, and how much he loved to fondle them, suck them, and rub his dick over and between them. He'd been easily aroused and sported an anxious hard on.
Dean loved the feeling of being erect, particularly when it involved Trina. She never let him down whether making love or simply fucking. His cock throbbed with pleasure when it came to his wife, his honey, his lover, and his sometimes slut.
Trina pushed him away feeling his arousal pressing against her. "It's not time yet honey. We've got all night." Her body was alive with sensations both physical and mental and Trina knew she had to slow down. Dean wasn't meant to discover her surprises until later. "Let's go get a cocktail and get in the mood for a candle light dinner."
Their attire was casual, a few steps up from the jeans and t-shirts they normally wore. Trina enjoyed the feel of her peasant skirt as it sashayed around her legs. Her billowing blouse was tucked tight around her G cup breasts accenting her protruding bust line. The pearl string panties she'd worn worked wonders as she walked, deliciously sliding back and forth in her pink slit, occasionally flicking her clitoris. She'd been damp between her legs all afternoon and with the rise in temperature their kiss had brought she knew she was ready for anything.
They sat at the bar chatting amiably. Trina sipped Chardonnay while Dean took his time with a gin & tonic.
They'd inspected the courtyard, its fountains and blooming bushes adding a touch of tranquility to the elegant surroundings. After a bit Trina whispered in Dean's ear, "I'm going to get ready for dinner but I need some time alone. Why don't you have another drink and make us a reservation at a nice, secluded booth in The Garden Room? Then come up and get ready. Give me about 45 minutes."
Their lips brushed lightly in departure. Dean watched her exit the bar and cross the lobby to the elevator. Her hips swayed deliciously beneath her skirt. She might not be perfect, might be a little thick with age, but God could she be sexy sometimes.
Dean wondered what she had in store for the evening. They'd done just about everything sexually imaginable, shy of bringing in additional partners. He'd pleased her every way he could and she'd always been a sport wearing the lingerie he bought her, sometimes enduring, sometimes enjoying the porno movies he liked to view.
They'd discovered they both liked crotchless panties and over time he'd bought her an assortment of these. She'd even dressed like a harlot for him, donning too much eye make-up, red lipstick, short skirts, the whole nine yards. He ate it up his dick throbbing with joy that night.
Trina really enjoyed her sex toys too and over time had worn a few vibrators out.
Dean loved to watch her pleasure herself and sometimes they'd even masterbate together watching each other bring themselves through heightened, heady arousal, to body shaking climax. Dean thought of the double penetrator vibrator he'd bought her and how Trina had writhed with pleasure once it was filling her love holes, living up to its name. His now raging hard on reminded him he needed to calm down and enjoy the evening's festivities.
Trina emerged from the shower and patted herself dry. She'd carefully shaved her legs and arm pits for the 100th time and gently snagged any stubble around her recently waxed labia. She'd left a patch of full length pubis above her vagina but had shaved and waxed the remainder of her womanly mound.
Fluffing her pubic patch she ran smoothing scented lotion all up and down her body. A quick spray of perfume on her pubic hair and Trina's pussy was ready.
She carefully applied her make-up deciding to wear some understated eye shadow, eye liner, the works. She'd even chosen to add some demure lipstick. The bright red color he liked wasn't quite appropriate though she had considered it. After all, they knew no-one here so what would it matter? Trina stuck to the original plan. She blew dry her collar length blonde hair before proceeding to dress.
She'd decided on black. Black for evening, black for seduction, black for being nasty. She knew what Dean liked and prepared accordingly.
She started with the black lace shelf bra. The new one she'd bought actually held her breasts in place and really showed off her nipples when they protruded through the material of her blouse or dress. She arranged herself and looking in the mirror thought, "God, I'm big aren't I and this bra holds me up and out. Dean's going to blow his load when he sees this."
Next came the black lace and satin crotchless panties with ribbons for tying at the side. Trina liked the versatility of these. She loved watching Dean's dick slide in and out of her below the pretty black lace but also enjoyed pulling the bows and letting the garment drop when they changed positions. Tonight they might have to stay in place.
Next she rolled the black nylons onto her legs the six inch lace tops rising almost to her crotch. She knew this look would devastate Dean.
Viewing herself in the mirror Trina knew Dean would fuck her good looking like this. Once she added the clear platform shoes she had hidden in her bag he'd be shaking and begging for release like a baby.
Slipping into her silky black wrap around dress she cinched the silver belt around her waist. She arranged the dress to expose just enough cleavage beneath her strand of pearls and matching earrings. The hem fell to just below her black shrouded knees. The dress moved with her and showcased her rounded hips and ass. She was ready.
Dean knocked then entered the room. "Wow Trina, you look gorgeous. Nice dress!"
She radiated with sexual energy and an aroused ambience,
"Any guy downstairs will be trying to look down your dress including me!"
"I'll be ready in a few. Get changed," she said walking over to him. "I'm hungry, for food...and you!"
He put his arms around her and felt her bra straps beneath her dress but had no idea what she was wearing to make her tits look so big.
Allowing him a quick kiss to the lips she retreated to the mirror for the finishing touches.
"God she looks gorgeous. She could easily pick up a couple of guys looking like that. I wonder if..."
"C'mon Dean, let's go." Her scent wafted into his nostrils.
