The Weekend Part Three – Sunday
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Friday MorningFiona’s heart leaped as she finished packing for the weekend. Three days and two glorious nights at a posh resort on the water. She was so looking forward to getting away. Especially the nights: she and Ian needed some time away, far from the distractions and hustle and bustle of their everyday world, for a chance to rekindle their romance, to regain some of the intimacy that they had lost since getting married eight years ago.Lately their sex life had become incredibly mundane, the lovemaking less and less frequent, and not nearly as intense. She chalked it up to the stresses on both at work. Ian was a rising star at an investment bank, while Fiona was on an equally successful track as assistant creative director of a fast-growing young advertising agency. Between them, they made a lot of money for a couple in their late thirties, which afforded them a lavish lifestyle. But the hours, and the pressure, were intense, and the stress often accompanied each of them home.The sex was vanilla. At first, that was enough for Ian. Fiona was young, attractive, exciting. Just a look at a wisp of hair on her face could arouse him, and his orgasms were intense. For her part, Fiona was and remained drunk in love with Ian. She was devoted to him and taking his girth inside her was all it took to set off explosions throughout her body. Over time, though, Ian seemed to become less interested in sex, initiating more infrequently, and their coupling was both less physically and, Fiona sensed, emotionally intense and fulfilling.Carefully she picked out her outfits for the weekend: a sexy new swimsuit for the beach and pool, yoga togs for strolling around. She had purchased two new dresses for their evenings out. Both accentuated her tall and slim build. The personal shopping consultant at her favorite boutique certainly had a way of making her look stunning. Where she lingered the longest, though, was the lingerie. She had found a specialty shop that carried her favorite line, an obscure French label with outrageously high price tags. Ian was out running a last-minute errand, so she slipped out of her clothes to model one set. She admired herself in the mirror. The lace of the bra was just see-through enough to give a glimpse of her well-formed 34B breasts, her nipples plainly visible through the sheer fabric. The fabric in the front of her thong barely covered her freshly waxed pussy. She stepped back, took another look, and imagined herself standing in front of Ian in the hotel room, him caressing her through the fabric as he kissed her hungrily. She visualized him reaching between her legs to find her thong soaked through. Suddenly she realized her breathing was becoming ragged and that moisture was gathering in her nether region, and she hastily disrobed before her thong became wet.Standing naked for a moment, she paused a final time. She https://escortium.org felt sexy, aroused. So excited for the weekend. Visions of fine wine, candlelight dinners, laughter, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. The moonlight streaming through the window, and the morning sun to follow, basking them in their glow as they gave themselves to one another.She packed the lingerie away, checked once more to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, and carried her bag downstairs. Ian’s was already at the door, and he was just coming out of the kitchen. She ran up to him and gave him a kiss.“I am so excited for this weekend. We so deserve this. It’s going to be special,” she beamed.“Yes, it will be. Very special,” he replied.The drive to the resort was pleasant. It was a warm, sunny day, and the road wound through the bucolic countryside. After stopping for a late lunch along the way, they finally arrived. The resort was indeed fancy. Fiona had never been there, but Ian had attended a conference the previous year and, upon describing it to her, she exclaimed that they simply had to spend a weekend there. And so here they were. The bellman brought their bags to the room while they strolled around the grounds to get acquainted with the layout. It was spectacular: three pools, a private beach, four restaurants, a five-star spa, and an ample collection of high-end boutiques. There was no need to ever leave the grounds. But it was the room that took her breath away. Spacious, impeccably appointed, with a large marble bath and a private balcony overlooking the ocean. Fiona threw open the French doors to the balcony and breathed in the air, taking in the view. She couldn’t remember being happier. As it was late afternoon approaching the evening hours, Fiona decided to take a bath. She drew the water and examined the contents of the minibar. It was stocked with a fine white, and she opened the bottle and poured herself a glass before returning to the bathroom and lowering herself into the oversized tub. She lay back, took a deep sip of the wine, and closed her eyes. She began to trace her fingers across her breasts, grazing her sensitive nipples. The sensation went right through her, and she felt a familiar stirring between her legs. She trailed the fingers of one hand down her belly, over her naval, and lightly stroked the smooth outer lips of her pussy. She felt her clit harden and began to move over it in circles. Involuntarily she pushed her hips up off the tub bottom and began to rub harder. She could feel an orgasm begin to build but quickly backed herself down. She wanted to save herself. After half an hour, she arose, dried herself, and reentered the bedroom, wrapped only in the oversized thick towel she had pulled from the rack. She was overcome with feeling and approached Ian, wrapping her arms around him and letting her towel fall. She stood before him, naked, and rubbed her hand over the bulge between his legs. She dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt when he stopped her.“Not now. After dinner. I don’t want to rush. Tonight is going to be so very special.”While she was somewhat disappointed, Fiona was thrilled by his words. They were full of tenderness and romance. That’s what they had come here for. She opened her bag and pulled out her outfit for the evening. She returned to the bathroom to get ready, taking her clothes with her. She wanted to dress in private, saving the surprise of her lingerie for the time after dinner when the magic would happen.She emerged from the bathroom looking stunning in a shimmering black dress that perfectly set off her skin. Its neckline plunged low enough to reveal a glimpse of her modest cleavage, and its cut complimented her curves wonderfully. She fastened a simple strand of pearls around her neck and stepped into her shoes. Ian, dressed smartly, appraised her.“You look absolutely stunning Fiona. Let’s go get dinner. I’m starved. It’s going to be an exciting night.”“Mmmmm, sounds wonderful my love,” she replied, pecking him tenderly on the cheek and placing her hand in the crook of his arm.They were dining in one of the fancier restaurants: dim light, candlelight, soft music. Ian ordered a bottle of wine and they talked about anything and everything. Actually, it was Fiona who did most of the talking. As they were eating their dinner, Fiona looked around at the crowd. Sitting nearby, visible to both of them, was a very attractive young woman. Fiona estimated her to be younger than she and Ian – perhaps late twenties to early thirties. She was dressed in a manner that could only be described as simple elegance. Her dress, also black, had a high neck and was sleeveless, accenting her bare shoulders. She had auburn hair, shoulder-length and stylishly coiffed. She dined alone, which seemed odd to Fiona. She remarked on that as she pointed out the young woman to Ian.“She’s beautiful. It’s funny she isn’t here with anyone. She’s the only lone patron here. You would think she would have a partner. I wonder what her story is.”Ian didn’t immediately respond. She could see him staring at the young lady, though, and the look on his face betrayed his interest.“Don’t you find her attractive, Ian?”“Well, yes, she is quite pretty” came the reply.“Why do you think she’s here alone?” his wife inquired.“I’m sure she has some good reason for being here.”After dinner and a decadent shared dessert and coffee, the couple decided to retire to the bar for a nightcap. They chose to sit at the bar and the bartender took their order. As they settled in and waited for their drinks, they heard a voice to Fiona’s left.“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”It was the young woman. Fiona replied, “not at all, feel free.” Fiona wondered why the young woman wanted to take that particular seat when the bar was nearly empty, but then she reminded herself that she was alone, and concluded that she must want someone to talk to. After the young woman ordered her drink, Fiona turned to her.“I’m Fiona, and this is my husband Ian.”“Pleased to meet you both. My name is Angela,” came the reply. “What brings you to this beautiful place? I must assume it’s for a romantic weekend away.”“Exactly,” replied Fiona. “We are so busy and lead such stressful lives in the city; we just really needed to escape. What about you?”“Oh, I’m just here to get away to somewhere beautiful.”“But you’re here alone,” said Fiona, “an attractive young woman like you; I would expect to see you with a strikingly handsome man.”“Well, part of the weekend for me is to see what might transpire. One never knows what sort of mischief one might get oneself into. Perhaps there is an attractive man whose bed I might fall into.”Fiona laughed. “I like your attitude, Angela. Here’s to unexpected adventures.” She raised her glass and all three clinked their glasses together.Ian spoke for the first time. “Yes, here’s to unexpected adventures. We’re rooting for you, Angela.”The three carried on in pleasant conversation as they sipped their cocktails. Finally, Angela bid them farewell, saying with a laugh that if she was going to find that man she had better get to it. The couple lingered while they finished their drinks, and then Ian looked at Fiona and said, “darling, shall we retire to our room?”Fiona’s heart skipped a beat and she blushed. “That would be lovely.”They paid their check and strolled to the elevator. Once in the room, Fiona wrapped her arms around Ian’s neck and pulled him close. “Oh this is all too perfect,” she gushed. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see what the rest of this night brings for us.”“Neither can I,” Ian replied. “I’m so turned on right now. This is going to be amazing. I’ve been waiting for this.”Fiona’s nipples hardened and she felt herself getting wet. Her heart was beating in anticipation. She leaned in close and whispered in Ian’s ear.“That Angela was even more beautiful up close. Don’t you think?”“Well, yes, I agree. I would even say sexy.”“Yes, very sexy,” replied Fiona. “I bet you were undressing her with your eyes down there, weren’t you?”Ian didn’t answer immediately, and Fiona continued. “You’d like to fuck her, wouldn’t you?” The naughty talk was turning her on even more.“What makes you think that?” replied Ian.“Oh, I know you. If you had the chance you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her. Tell me.”“Tell you what?”“Tell me you’d like to fuck her. Peel her clothes off, go down on her, slide your cock into her, fuck her hard.”Fiona didn’t know what had gotten into her. She never talked dirty like this. Some combination of the setting, the alcohol, and her intense need for her husband to do exactly that must have been nudging her forward.
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