Leading up to my husbands fortieth had us going through the adult related magazines to find whether there was something he might like to have tried. I was really looking more at the adult holidays or at most the Hedonistic hotels in abundance down in the mountains of southern France.
He soon got bored looking at those and would inevitably end up looking in the swinging columns to see if he had overlooked any from the previous evening, the evening before, as it seems to be his main ambition in life. Almost under pressure from me, we did agree to look into one of these hotels and so emailed the address for details.
Their website did look an exiting place to be, a veranda next to a heated pool where couples were lying around sunning themselves before Boris and Carol would serve up the dinner before the fun and games started in the main bar at around nine.
I think he was ready to go for it, even though the array of beautiful bodies there were more than likely all paid stand-ins for the promotional photo shoot. Being a very small hotel with only four bedrooms each consisting of two king-size beds mind you had us a little concerned. Why, well because as a footnote Boris and Carol stated that even if no one else were there the week we travelled then they would gladly be available for us.
That had Dave looking at me in disbelief when seeing a picture of Carol, as she must have been all of sixty something, Boris wasn't any younger either and so doubts quickly entered into my head of Boris climbing on top of me because of the lack of other guests.
With that idea crossed off his birthday list, I was becoming stuck for original ideas for him. A party with all his friends, perhaps a special box at his favourite football team maybe. If he were a fan of Leeds, then maybe, however, he is a Chelsea supporter and I'd need more money than the yearly wage bill to cover a box there, so that was out.
Sod it, void of ideas we were swapping with a couple to whom I knew Dave had special feeling's towards and so organised a birthday meal out and hopefully a nice evening in their arms, and beds. That would be a treat for me anyway, so that way we all get a special birthday present.
Coming up to that weekend life was pretty much normal, it is always a little hectic as I for one needed to shop and get myself looking good for George and Mildred. The first I heard of any change was when Mildred phoned me feeling sorry because of the virus Dave had picked up just days before his birthday. We had both played that card before, as it was a reason for one or both of us to chicken out on meeting a couple for a number of reasons. Therefore I was quick to stay silent and feel concerned for poor Dave as his birthday was only days away.
I had arranged the hairdresser, my outfit hanging on the wardrobe door yet as far as I knew then he had cancelled his treat for some unknown reason. Knowing I was due an explanation, he arrived home from work, tired and hot and a shrug of his shoulders being enough of an answer for me.
Later on, dinner all finished and both of us relaxed listening to some music, I did not complain or argue any, but simply told him that all efforts for a birthday treat had faded and that it was just the two of us now. Not giving anything away, lovingly, he pulled me towards him, without a care in the world; I nestled in his nape while he combed my hair gently with his fingers. Feeling relaxed, I did become conscious that something was on his mind though and taken aback when he said that as a birthday treat then he wanted me to do a threesome.
With our numerous adverts in the contact magazines, we had hundreds, if not thousands of replies from single people wanting a threesome. Dave didn't even reply to them, simply tore up their advert and threw it away in the bin. Therefore, I was surprised, a bit unhappy that after so long he finally wanted to see me fuck with someone else.
It was his birthday, to that day I had never refused him anything and wasn't going to start then. Getting the place ready for our guest on the evening, I didn't know what he would want or what he would be like. There was one thing I knew of Dave though, which was, that he would never have liked to see me abused, or do anything that I was truly against doing.
With the lounge ready, a quilt conveniently hidden away in case he wanted to do it in the lounge, the bed had clean sheets also, just in case. He was showered, dressed and enjoying the buffet I put on for them when it was time for me to go shower and get myself ready.
If nothing else, I knew I felt good in myself and although a little tartish in my micro dress, I had heard the doorbell go a while back and knew our guest had arrived. Excited now, ready, looking and feeling good in myself, I took a large breath and slowly walked down into the lounge.
My tummy was knotting up in expectations, my steps unsteady while taking a last look in the hallway mirror before taking a deep breath and knocking on the lounge door. He had always wanted me to be fucked by a big black man, and would ask me what it would feel like when sex was a talkative point rather than a physical one.