"No, this is for you. You have not gotten a break or anytime to yourself in almost nine years," he replied.
"I will miss all of you. I love you," she said as her lips gently met his. They embraced lovingly. She smiled and turned to her children. "I love you guys."
"We love you too, Mommy," they said.
Butterflies filled her stomach as she grabbed her bags and headed out the door. While she was getting in the car, her husband handed her a card. The card with the itinerary read: "Thank you for the wonderful life you have given me. Thank you for putting up with me when things got bad. Thank you for helping me find myself and helping me to grow. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Most of all, thank you for being a wonderful mother to our children."
She arrived at the resort around two o'clock in the afternoon. She was still nervous about being all alone on the trip. However, a sense of relief began to overtake her. She checked in and found her way up to the room.
The room was beautiful. It had a large four post, hand carved bed. The mattress was draped in silky cream colored linens and pillows. The posts were draped in translucent flowing materials. The room was filled with all different shapes and sizes of cream colored candles in rod iron candleholders. The corner of the room held a heart shaped hot tub. Confused, she turned to the bellboy who was helping with her bags. "Excuse me. I believe there has been some sort of mistake. This looks as if it is a honeymoon suite. I am here all alone."
"Oh, ma'am, all of the rooms are like this one. The honeymoon suite is much grander. It has a private pool. There has been no mistake," he answered.
"Ok, thank you," she said as she tipped the bellboy. The sense of relaxation began to engulf her soul as she fell back onto the bed. "Wow, I could get used to this," she thought to herself. The silken bedding felt good against her smooth cheek. She couldn't wait to feel it against the rest of her body. "...But first, the hot tub," she thought.
She began to fill the hot tub as she unpacked her bags. Inside she found a compact disc player along with a mixed disc. The disc was titled, "Just for you, my darling. I love you." She turned off the water and tuned on the tub's jets. She grabbed the CD player and placed it on the dresser. She plugged it in and placed the CD her husband made for her inside. The CD started with their song. She removed her clothing and slowly lowered her body into the hot tub.
Her body tingled with relaxation as the bubbles danced on her smooth, milky skin. A smile spread across her face as she soaked in the warm water. The words of all her favorite songs rang through her ears. After a while, the water began to cool. The CD ended and she rose grabbing her soft, warm, plush robe.
She grabbed the itinerary her husband had given to her. It read: "In order to get the best experience from your vacation, you need to follow this schedule your first day." She read on: "4:30 PM - Drinks at the bar.... 5:00 PM - Dinner at the restaurant.... 6:30 PM - Cocktails at the club... Have fun and do some dancing...."
Curious at what was in store, she put on her dress. She arrived at the bar at 4:45 PM. She had time for one drink before dinner. "What will you have?" Asked the bartender.
"A rum and coke," she replied. She looked around the bar. It was full of unfamiliar faces of people paired off into couples. She felt a bit uneasy. She seemed to be the only person there who was alone. She slowly finished her drink. She glanced up at the clock and realized it was time for dinner.
The restaurant was unlike any she had before seen. The walls were adorned with paintings from artists such as Monet, Van Gogh, and even one Picasso. The dining hall was dimly lit. The tables were clothed with crisp, white linens. On her table there was a single red rose in a crystal vase. The candle showered a golden light on the table. A card sat on the table. She looked around to see who had put it there, but she saw no one she knew.
"Your dinner has been ordered and should be out momentarily," said the waiter.
"Oh, thank you. May I ask, what has been ordered for me?"
"Tonight you will be dining on oven roasted lasagna," he answered.
"My favorite," she thought to herself as the waiter walked away. She picked up the card and opened it. "You are the sun that shines down on me. Your beauty glows for all to see. You are all I could ever ask you to be. You are the perfect wife for me." She smiled. The meal was promptly delivered. The food just melted in her mouth. After she was done, she went back to her room. She changed into clothes suitable for going to the club. Her black skirt defined her curves. Her slinky black top showed just a hint of cleavage. The back was cut down to right above her waist. She freshened up her makeup.
She arrived at the club shortly after six. She sat at the bar scoping the club out. She had a drink as she looked around. The beat of the bass could be felt throughout her body. The multi-colored lights above flashed to the beat. From across the room, she noticed a man watching her. He was a tall handsome man. He had dark hair, a goatee and a handsome smile. She turned back toward the bar quickly, hoping that he didn't notice her watching him. She ordered another drink. As she sipped on her straw, she heard a deep voice from behind her, "hello, beautiful." He had a long stemmed red rose that he ran down the middle of her back as he spoke. The soft petals gave her chills as they brushed against her spine. Nervously, she turned and looked at him.
"Hello," she said as she noticed his sparkling hazel eyes. "My name is..."
"No names," he interrupted. "Just us, just now. You are the most beautiful woman in here," he said as he ran the rose down her left cheek. He then gave the rose to her. "Would you like to dance with me?"
"Sure, I suppose a dance wouldn't hurt anything," she replied. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The music was slow. He put his arms around her at her waist. Her arms were around his neck. Their bodies moved rhythmically to the steady beat. Song after song, they continued to dance.
After a while, their bodies began to tire. They decided to take a break. They found a quite corner with a table to sit at. They talked. He listened intently to every word she had to say.
As the evening progressed, they decided it was time to call it a night. "I am getting tired," she said. "I need to go up to my room."
"I will walk you to your room then," he replied. Hand in hand she led him up to her room.
When they approached the room, she told him, "thank you for a nice evening. I have had a really good time."
"Me too," he replied. "Do you mind if I come in?" Without a word, she unlocked the door and let him in. He kissed her. The kiss was long, deep, and gentle. Floods of emotions overtook her. She was both nervous and excited. She was confused. "I don't know what I am doing," she thought. "I know it is wrong, but it feels so right. It feels so good."
He began to kiss her neck. He dropped the straps of her top down her arms exposing her breasts. He gently kissed her chest first. His soft lips found his way down to her breasts. He softly kissed them. He gently began sucking on her firm breasts. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He gently laid her down kissing her. He rose and worked his way around the room lighting each candle. He turned on the CD that her husband had made for her.
He removed his shirt. The sight of his rippling muscles excited her. He lay on the bed next to her. They began to kiss again. His hands softly rubbed her breasts and stomach. His hand roamed down her leg and back up her skirt. His fingers pushed her panties aside and gently rubbed her. She let out a moan.
Their kisses got deeper. Her excitement took over. She grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to her. She unbuttoned and lowered his pants, releasing his manhood. She removed her panties and pulled him on top of her. He plunged deep down inside her. Her moans set the rhythm. Her juices flowed to near eruption. Together they reached their climax as the sweat from their bodies mixed in a pool on her stomach.
He continued to kiss her as they lay together as one. Both where heavily breathing, their pulses pounding. Their breathing and pulses slowed as they continued to kiss. He rolled off of her, but he still held her in his arms.
She got up and filled the tub with warm, nearly hot water. She turned on the jets and slid her weary body down into the water. He poured them both a glass of champagne and grabbed a bowl of plump, juicy, sweet strawberries. He sat the bowl on the tile next to the tub. He handed her the crystal glass of golden champagne as he joined her in the tub. He took a berry and ran it down her forehead, down her nose, to her luscious lips. She took a bite. The sweetness of the berry intoxicated her and she sipped from the glass. The champagne tickled on the way down.
He moved closer to her and kissed her gently. She began kissing him deeply. She kissed his strong neck. She straddled his legs and he again kissed her breasts. She took him into her. Her body rising and falling. Her breasts ran up and down his chest. Her back arched with every move. He kissed her chest and neck. The waves from the rhythm pounded against his chest. Their moans could be heard over the music that was still playing. Once again, they reached their climax together.
They exited and drained the tub. They took turns drying each other's bodies as they exchanged kisses. He turned down the bedding and they both lay down together. He held her in his arms. He kissed her gently on the forehead as he cuddled her tightly. His strong arms felt good around her nude body. Exhausted, they both fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke in his arms. Her body was well rested. She just lay there and watched him as he slept. The candles had all gone out and were melted down. A sliver of the sun broke through the blinds over the window. Birds could be heard outside chirping. Their songs sounded so sweet to her. She rose from the bed and put on her robe. She called for room service. Breakfast was promptly delivered. She had it placed on the table on the balcony. The balcony overlooked the hotel's privately owned beach. The breeze from the ocean blew gently on her face as she took in the beautiful view.
She heard him stirring in the bed. She still stood there nearly hypnotized from the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. He walked up behind her dressed in just a white towel. He wrapped his arms around her with her back against his chest. He gently kissed her on the back of her neck. She smiled and turned around to face him. He kissed her forehead and she kissed his lips. "I thought you had left," he said.
"No, just taking in the view. I wish this weekend could last forever, but it can't. Checkout time is in just a couple of hours, then I must return home."
"Well, try not to think of that. Let's just think about us, here, and now," he said. "I see we have breakfast. Will you join me?"
"Yes," she replied. She sat down at the finely set table. They had their meal together. What was just minutes seemed like hours. They talked over breakfast trying not to think of what was coming next. After their plates where cleaned, they both rose from the table. "I have to go take a shower now," she said.
She went into the bathroom and disrobed. She turned on the water and began to shower. The warm water cascaded down her back. The shower door opened and he joined her. He lathered the soap and washed her back. His hand glided across her body. He felt every inch, every curve of her body under his hand. The feel of her smooth skin excited him. He began to kiss her. Their slippery bodies slid against one another. Her back was against the wall of the shower. He grabbed her legs and picked her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he slid her body down on him, sliding his hard penis deep inside her. With his hands on her hips, he guided her body along with his rhythm. They kissed intensely as the water from the shower poured down on their bodies. Once again, they were one not two. Once again their moans could be heard throughout the suite. Once again they reached their climax together.
They finished their shower by cleaning each other's bodies. They exited the shower and dried one another off. They both got dressed. She packed her bags. "Can I give you a ride somewhere?" He asked.
"I'm not sure I should," she replied.
"It's the least I could do," he said.
"Ok." He took her bags with one hand and her hand in the other. They checked out at the front desk. They stepped outside to find the valet waiting with his car. He placed her bags inside. He helped her into the car and closed the door behind her. He jumped into the driver's seat.
"So where to?" She told him and all went quiet. He held her hand upon the arrival to her home. He walked her to the door. She rifled around in her purse searching for her keys. He had a grip on one hand. She unlocked the door. Her children barreled down the stairs as they heard the door. "Mommy.... Daddy.... You're home!" They grabbed their children and gave them hugs as she looked into his sparkling hazel eyes smiling.
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