It had been a stressful couple of months for you and your husband booked a quiet weekend away for you to unwind.
He rented a small cottage by the sea, about 5 miles from a small town and a mile or so from a village in the other direction.
You travelled on the Friday evening arriving late after having a pub meal on the way. You didn't feel like unpacking everything so just grabbed the wash bags and got ready for bed. Sleep came quickly...
The next morning you had a leisurely breakfast before driving into town. It was bliss to be away from all the stress at home. Simple pleasures were the order of the day. A stroll round the shops and along the seafront. A light lunch in a small cafe followed by paddling in the sea. It was a hot day and the cool water was a treat for your feet.
As you walked back to the promenade you came to the cafe and dropped in for a coffee and cake before driving back to the cottage. Your husband had a table booked at the village inn for 7.30 so there was time to freshen up before taking a gentle stroll to the village.
It had been such a wonderful day and you were feeling more relaxed than you had been for a long time.
You beat your husband to the shower and had a long luxurious shower. As you felt the thick soap suds sliding over you the thoughts of bedroom fun came to your mind and you made doubly sure that everywhere was spotlessly clean and that was arousing in itself.
You came out of the shower room feeling quite frisky but you kept it to yourself as you wanted to save it for later. When hubby disappeared into the shower you picked out a matching bra & panty set and slipped them on before doing your make-up. While spraying your perfume, the one you know hubby loves, you pull the waistband of your knickers away and give your pubes a quick spray, just in case thing go as you wish later.
Hubby came from the shower to see you dressed in a button fronted dress that came just above your knees.
"Wow," he said, "you look great. It's a pity we have a table booked"
"Ha! Save it for later" you said with a smile. Later could be good, you thought.
You slipped your sandals on, picked up your small bag with your phone in it and both of you set off for the stroll to the pub. It was a warm evening and you were in plenty of time. Hubby put his arm round your waist as you walked, occasionally letting his hand slip down to stroke your bum. You were already horny and this was keeping you simmering. The idea of getting a good seeing to in a field sprang into your mind, but you pushed it to the back as you were hungry and didn't fancy turning up at the pub all messed up.
The food in the pub was superb and you enjoyed it a lot. A drink helped too. You wanted to be slightly tipsy but not drunk and you were feeling fine. During the meal hubby had slipped off one of his shoes and was rubbing his foot up and down your leg and reaching as far as he could between your thighs. This wasn't as far as you wanted now but if you slipped down the seat to make the contact you wanted it would probably attract attention so you bit your lip and imagined what it could be. The simmering became a slow boil. You were getting frustrated now.
After the meal you went into the bar where you got chatting to a mixed group and joined them at a table You got another drink and decided to make it last. Most of the others were drinking more and the conversation was lively. Hubby was occasionally stroking your thigh and when he thought he could get away without being seen was pushing his hand between your legs and pressing your dress onto your pussy.
You were close to really boiling now so you leaned towards him and said
"I'm going to the loo. Will you ring for a taxi as I don't fancy the walk back?"
"OK" he said.
When you came back to the table He had a sad look on his face.
"What's the matter?" you asked.
"There are only three taxis and none of them is available for at least an hour."
One of the women at the table overheard this and said
"One of us can give you a lift. We have designated drivers" she said, indicating a man and a woman who hadn't had any alcohol.
"Oh! That would be great, thank you," you replied, anxious to get back to the cottage.
At this point everybody decided to leave as well, so they finished their drinks and we all headed out to the car park. You were a little unsteady as you left and hubby put his arm round you to support you and in the process began stroking the side of your breast. You clamped your arm against his hand to stop him but his fingers kept moving and you were almost wishing that he would take you in the middle of the car park.