My husband and I checked into the resort's hotel and went to our room to rest up before the night of drinking, dancing and partying we knew awaited us. My husband, Dirk, used the old-fashioned skeleton key and let us into the ornately decorated suite. The resort was advertised as a sexy getaway for couples, and our room featured a huge canopy bed with red satin sheets, luxurious rugs, a fireplace and bowls of cherries and strawberries. Dirk set our suitcases next to a pair of deep-cushioned armchairs and surveyed our suite.
"Nice job finding this place, baby." I grinned at him. Dirk is tall and dark-haired, with pale skin and deep grey-green eyes. He's an avid runner so his build is slim and taut. I couldn't stop myself from crossing the room to kiss him deeply, slipping my tongue in his mouth and squeezing his ass playfully. He smoothed back my long blonde hair and squeezed my boobs in retaliation. Clearly, we weren't going to be doing much 'resting up' for a while.
Dirk pushed me backward toward the bed as he undid the buttons on my crisp blue and white striped shirt. I sat obediently and spread my legs, feeling his hands sliding up my pants toward the buttons. Soon, my shirt was off, my pants were undone and my sexy husband was fingering me while I rubbed the growing bulge of his cock through his jeans. I thrust my hips toward him and breathed deeply. First one finger, then two dove rubbed gently against my clit, finding the magic spots that made me shiver with ecstasy. Dirk used one hand to skillfully undo my bra. He leaned forward to suck my nipples as his fingers slid just inside my pussy, making gentle circles and flicking slightly at my g-spot with each rotation.
I unzipped his jeans, snaking my hand inside his boxers and taking a firm grip on his humongous cock. I teased the throbbing tip gently. He liked it when I used my thumb and forefinger to trace and squeeze the head. I felt Dirk's body stiffen and his breathen deepen with pleasure.
I got impatient and wriggled away from Dirk, taking off my pants and thong and wriggling backward on the bed in just my lacy red bra. Dirk slipped out of his jacket and I leaned forward to help him with his shirt, pausing to run my hands up his flat abs to the broad, tight expanse of his chest. He shucked off his pants and boxers, throwing them across the room.
Dirk, totally naked, knelt in front of me on the bed. He rubbed his hand along his rock-hard shaft. His cock glistened and I could almost see it getting harder by the second. He paused over me, stroking himself. I looked into his eyes and spread my legs as wide as I could, tracing one finger from my big, firm breasts on down to the wet folds of my pussy.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a woman in a French maid costume walked out. She held a featherduster and apparently had just finished straightening up the bathroom. Dirk turned around, shocked, still holding his dick. The maid's skirt barely went up to her ass, and her gigantic boobs threatened to pop out of her uniform. The maid looked surprised to see us.
"Oh my goodness, I do apologize. I had no idea you'd already arrived." Her voice was low, with just a trace of Southern drawl.
I hadn't changed my position; in fact, the appearance of the sexy little maid had actually made me even hornier. "Don't worry about it. This is my husband, Dirk. I'm Claudia."
"Nice to meet you both. I'm Lana. You must be the McDuffs."
