Nick couldn't believe what had happened. He thought such things didn't happen in real life, especially not to him.
The last time he had had sex like that he was in his 20's and he and his wife were trying to start a family, despite it being against the odds.
Karen was desperate for a child, having been told it was unlikely she could conceive due to her extensive chemotherapy less than a year previous.
Her sexual appetite was driven by a strong maternal need, not lust or passion, not that it mattered to Nick.
Thirty years later, Karen's libido was non-existent, worn away by hormonal changes to her physiology and peristent lack of self worth. It was soul destroying for Nick to see her left a shadow of her former self.
Nick had tried everything to help lift Karen out of her doldrums. Karen would not countenance any thought of counselling or hormonal treatment, understandably, due to her medical record.
Eventually, Karen declared that she was unwilling to engage in any sexual activity, it caused her huge discomfort as well as emotional upset. Nick agreed that he wouldn't want to put her through either of those things.
Karen suggested that Nick was free to fulfil his sexual appetite outside of the marriage, providing it was not made obvious to her or the family, and that it was no-one she knew.
The thought of not being able to make love to his wife again was difficult for Nick to accept and he decided not to make any moves to get involved with anyone outside of their otherwise happy marriage.
That had all changed when Beth had made the move for him.
Nick sat on the sofa in his hotel room, his head in his hands. He decided to put a stop to anything before it started to get out of hand. He looked at his watch, 9.45pm, and he decided to speak to Beth the following morning at breakfast, or the following evening. For now though, it had already been a long day so he was going to go to bed, and watch TV until he fell asleep.
He took the TV remote, cursored through the channels until he found a suitable channel, set a timer to turn the TV off after 1 hr, and turned off the lights.
It wasn't long after that he drifted off into a very deep sleep.
Beth continued to collect the glasses from the tables in the Bar left by the local farm workers.
"Just load up the dishwasher with those, Beth and you can get off," George said, "Oh, and just put some toilet cleaner in the toilet bowls for overnight."
Beth rolled her eyes, she hated going into the men's toilets, they stank of stale urine at that time of day. Pissed up blokes couldn't hit a barn door from a foot away even if their lives depended on it. They were either too pissed or their cocks were too small, she laughed to herself.
She went into the women's toilets and squirted a generous amount of the bright blue toilet cleaner into each pedestal bowl and closed the doors.
Going into the men's toilets she did the same into each urinal, then pushed open the first cubicle to find the randy young farmer she had served earlier standing there, stroking his cock in an advanced stage of arousal, precum drooling from its tip.
"Just in time, you can get this in your mouth and finish me off if you like!" he said, his filthy black salopettes round his ankles.
Beth's face wrinkled and then her eyes glittered. "What put your cock in my mouth after it's been up a sheep's cunt all day, fuck off before I cover it in bog cleaner you dirty little twat!" she hissed at him. "Now get out, you're fucking barred!"
Beth stormed out of the toilets and back into the bar. "I've done that George, but Andy Brown was in the Men's knocking one out. He wanted a blowjob to finish him off but I wouldn't put his cock in my mouth if he paid me in diamonds. I told him he's barred."
"Dirty little bastard," he said, "Too right, he's barred. You get off, do you want me to give you a lift home in case he's hanging around again?"
"Nahh, he'll have gone, he' s not that stupid. 'Night George!"
Beth left the pub and checked whether the youth's car had gone from the car park, it was just pulling out onto the main road and roaring away as she looked.
She took her keys from her bag, found the passkey to the guest rooms and entered Nick's room quietly closing the door silently behind her.
The TV was still on, but Nick was fast asleep in bed. He looked so peaceful, laid there in the dim flickering light of the TV.
When Nick had first walked into the pub, Beth had wanted him. She had a thing for older businessmen, they just had more about them than the local young men of her age and a sophistication that local older men just didn't have.
When she had seen Nick naked in the shower earlier that night, when she brought the iron and ironing board across, she couldn't help but get in the shower with him and seduce him.
Seeing him laying there asleep made her want him again, even more.
She took off her clothes, placed them on the sofa, and walked around to the far side of the bed and slid under the covers.
She lay on her side watching him breathe, his eyes flickering behind his closed eyelids, dreaming but of what, she didn't know.
Beth slid her hand gently across his chest until her fingers found his nipple, which she softly circled and felt it stiffen. She slowly lowered the duvet to uncover his midriff and delicately stroked his cock through his jersey cotton sweatpants until it started to stir.
Nick's breathing began to quicken as he stirred from his deep sleep into a semi-dreamlike consciousness. Beth pulled down the front of Nick's sweatpants and lowered her mouth down to take the head of his swelling cock between her lips.
She rolled her tongue around his weeping tip and licked away the stretchy strand of precum that oozed from it.
Nick breathed in sharply realising he wasn't dreaming but was being sucked gently, something he hadn't experienced for perhaps a year or more.
His eyes opened and briefly saw Beth's head moving up and down along his thickened shaft when the flickering light of the TV went off.
He reached across and turned on the dim bedside light to see what was happening to him.
Beth looked up to his face and smiled sweetly, "Hello, sleepy head. I wondered what it would take to wake you."
"I won't ask what you're doing here, because that's obvious, but I do need to ask why you're here. What exactly is it about a slightly overweight, middle aged fella that's slightly past his prime that makes you come into his room, not once but twice, and seduce him?" Nick asked.
Beth lay sideways on top of the bed, her head resting on his stomach looking straight into his eyes.
"I'm drawn to you, Nick. I saw you walk in and I thought, 'God, I bet he could teach the locals a thing or two about how to go to work on someone like me.' "
