I have loved the weekend getaways that my husband has given me for my birthday for the last few years. Being a teacher has become harder each year. I still have 7 years until retirement, and the ability to have a weekend to myself has made it possible for me to keep going.
Now I will not lie, since the “Weekend Getaway” story, these weekends have been pretty uneventful. I have some teacher friends join me for my first night, where we drink and let loose, but the rest of the weekend, I spend in my room for the most part watching cable television. We don’t have cable television at home, and it is nice to watch anything without being interrupted by kids.
I planned my trip a couple of months before the actual date. I wanted to stay in a really nice hotel downtown. I wanted to book a masseuse. I also wanted to see the cabaret show that was showing in the theater attached to the hotel. I had plans, and I wanted to make sure they all happened.
Roughly three weeks before my getaway, we ran into Dan at a kids’ event. Dan was looking fantastic. He had grown a beard, which I was not upset about. I was looking good, too. I was wearing a pair of gray Paragon leggings that have the hidden booty scrunch, and if I am completely honest, also show a little bit of camel toe. I don’t let on that I know, but it is there ever so slightly. I paired the leggings with a black crop top hoodie. I had done my hair that day as well, and it looked similar to Jane Fonda’s hair in Charlie’s Angels.
My husband was so into the kid event that we were at that he was not noticing anything going on around him. You would think he was a coach with how intently he watches every move. Truth is, he may be a little intense, but he knows what it takes to achieve your dreams, and comes from a place of wanting to help our kids reach their goals in life.
Dan was not aware of just how intense my husband was, a little surprised at how little he was involved in our conversation. As the conversation continued, I told Dan that he should take me out one night of my weekend getaway. After looking at the calendar to make sure he didn’t have any responsibilities that night, he agreed. As he did, I saw the bulge in his pants grow, and I instantly knew he was thinking of our camping trip. To be honest, so was I. At that moment, the weekend away couldn’t get here fast enough.
That night, my husband and I talked about what had occurred. He was excited. We hadn’t planned the camping trip to hook up for Dan and me, but you better believe we used it multiple times afterwards as a part of me being reclaimed. My weekend getaway has always come with a hall pass, but for whatever reason, it hasn’t worked out for the last several years. It excited my husband that we had a real chance for something to happen this year.
I was so excited when the weekend finally arrived. Friday night went just as expected. Some of my friends and I went out for drinks and dinner. After several drinks, the conversation was flowing when I accidentally let slip that I had a date the following night, not with my husband. Like bees to honey, that was all the girls wanted to talk about for the rest of the night. I hate when alcohol loosens the lips. I believe that deep down, they all were a little jealous. However, being judged keeps them from going after what they really want.
Saturday came, and I woke up late. That is because of the hangover that I had. At brunch, I had some mimosas, which helped relieve some of the headache. Next was the masseuse. I was hoping my masseuse would want to play a little. Much like the time several years ago. A primer for the night to come. Unfortunately for me, the masseuse was very professional no matter what I did. Believe me, I did everything I could to tease him. All I wore was a sexy sheer thong that left nothing to the imagination. I opened my legs so he could see everything while he massaged my legs and buttocks. I even asked him to massage my chest. None of it mattered, leaving me frustrated.
Next on the list was to get around for the evening. I took a shower first. I decided not to take care of myself in the shower, even though I was frustrated. I wanted that frustration building into the night. When I got out, I put on a robe and started doing makeup, hair, and nails. I put on a bright red lipstick and painted my nails to match. I did my hair much like I did the night before. Then I slid on the dress that I bought just for this night. It was a black dress. It went all the way to the floor, but it had two very high slits for each leg. The slits were so high that there was no wearing underwear with this dress. The top barely covered my 34DD breasts with a plunging neckline that didn’t allow a bra, either. To top off the look, I wore a pair of black 3-inch heels I knew would make my legs and ass look fantastic.
When Dan arrived, he took one look at me, and he didn’t want to go anywhere. His only thought was to come. I, however, wanted to have dinner in this hotel and still hit the cabaret. Dan was looking fantastic. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a sports coat. The smell of his cologne was a massive turn-on, making me want to be close to him all night.
I had made dinner reservations, so we were seated immediately. As we were sitting, I realized that this dress was going to show a lot of leg on both sides of the dress. What I didn’t realize was how much of my ass was going to be shown as we ate. The men within the restaurant could not take their eyes off me. I will not lie; it is interesting eating dinner while being the center of attention. My normally shy personality struggled, but the inner slut in me loved everyone watching. Dinner was amazing. I had brought with me 2 of those aphrodisiac THC gummies for after dinner. Up to this point, I had never tried one, but going to a cabaret show seemed like a perfect time for my first. I handed one to Dan, and we both chewed and swallowed them.
On the walk across the hotel to the theater, I was getting a ton of looks from both men and women. Dan even grabbed my hand as if to claim me for the evening. I don’t know for sure, but my dress felt so light and airy that I was probably flashing everyone with every step. I didn’t care tonight. Tonight was an opportunity for me not to be a mother of two. Tonight was an opportunity to not be attached, since my husband tells me there are no rules for my weekend getaway. Tonight was an opportunity for me to be exactly who I want to be and not care about any of the negativity that is out in this world. It was invigorating.
We arrived 30 minutes early for our show. We gave them our tickets and went on in to order a drink and find our seat before the show began. As Dan and I sat down, he finally got to see what the customers at the restaurant saw: my dress, which left very little to the imagination. He certainly was not upset with the show before the show. As the show started, my gummy kicked in as well.
My whole body was on alert. Every little touch was turning me on. It didn’t matter if it was intentional or not; my body was responding. Add to that that the show was so sensual, and I was one big ball of turned on! I started seeking the touches. I grabbed Dan’s hand and put it on my bare leg. The man on the other side of me kept brushing my leg with his, and I was encouraging it. I couldn’t hardly pay attention to what was going on up on stage. All of this, combined with my sexual frustration from earlier in the day with how my body was feeling, was driving me crazy.
I think about a third of the way through the show, Dan’s gummy kicked in as well. At that point, he set my hand on his lap and let me know he wouldn’t mind if I moved my hand back and forth a little. He also moved a finger that was on my thigh, just under my dress, enough to find my wet slit. The whole time, he continued to stare toward the show so as not to let on that something was going on. I was happy that we were sitting in the back row, so no one could see me squirm. It wasn’t much longer, and it was intermission. Dan quickly pulled his hand back before the lights came up; however, my dress didn’t keep me covered, and the guy next to me received quite a show. Dan leaned in, apologized, and then asked me what I had given him.
I used intermission to dry some things up, if you know what I mean. Then I waited in line to order another drink. While waiting, I caught the eye of several gentlemen, but only one was brave enough to chat with me. I hadn’t noticed his face in the theater, but he was the guy sitting next to me during the show. He was married, and his wife was with him, but she was in the bathroom. With her and Dan both in the bathroom, he was certainly flirtatious!
After intermission, we all filed back into the theater for the second half. The guy sitting next to me thought it would be funny to stick his hand down so I would sit on it. Childish, I know. Something that would typically turn me off in so many ways. However, I was still feeling the effects of the gummy. That, combined with the fact that my dress ended up moving enough that one of his fingers was putting pressure on my arse hole. With the armrest where it was and me not moving, he couldn’t get his arm out, nor could he push any further. His wife was so into the show that she wasn’t paying attention to her husband. With Dan resuming under the top of my dress, it fully aroused me. I was back to paying attention to what was on stage, and it was ever so sensual.
After the show, I was so glad that I was staying in the attached hotel. I don’t think I would have been able to control myself if we would have had to drive somewhere. As we walked out of the show, I pulled Dan to the side and kissed him passionately. I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing, as we were far enough away from home, and most of my regular crowd wouldn’t go to a show like this.
It was only a 5-minute walk back to my hotel room, but it seemed like forever. As soon as we were in the room, I took control. I pushed Dan into the wall. I wrapped one leg around one of Dan’s legs, and I kissed him passionately. I started helping him take off his sports coat as we continued to kiss. After getting the sports coat off, I unbuttoned his jeans.
As I slid his pants and boxers down, his cock popped out. I took it in my mouth and gave him some oral he would never forget. My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, bringing it to life. Once it was fully hard, I continued to stroke it as I licked the length of his shaft. I then began working his cock. Taking a little more of it with each stroke. Dan then reached down and grabbed the back of my head. He began thrusting, meeting each one of my strokes. I was finally taking the whole length as he went down my throat with each thrust until he finally shot his load down my throat.
Dan stood me up, and we kissed. I sensually kiss. Dan worked my dress up and over my head, leaving me in just my heels. He then took me over to the bed and lay me down gently. He stood and removed his T-shirt, so we were now both essentially naked. Dan lay beside me, kissing me passionately for several minutes before he started working his way down my body. He stopped at my chest, making sure each one of my breasts received the attention they deserved. As he worked his way down my stomach, one hand stayed on my breast. As he made it to my neatly trimmed pussy, I could feel his warm breath. He began by kissing each one of my thighs. He then moved to my taint and licked me from there all the way to my clit. Spending a little extra time at the clit with each lick. I grabbed Dan’s hair with both hands and began bucking my hips uncontrollably. Each time, Dan was going a little farther toward my starfish. Dan was now licking both my ass and pussy, which is something I have never had happened and it was driving me wild. As I began to cum, Dan moved up to just my clit and stuck a finger deep inside, massaging my G-spot. I came so hard and for so long that I seriously thought that I might pass out. Something that I thought girls had just made until now. It was mind-blowing!
After such an amazing orgasm, I wanted more! Dan wanted more, too. He was hard after watching me convulse during my orgasm. He loved knowing he could make me feel that way. Dan worked his way up my body, kissing every inch. When he made it to my lips, we kissed passionately. It was erotic tasting me on his lips. As we continued to kiss, I reached between us in search of his cock. It didn’t take long, and Dan was back to a full erection. I guided him toward my pussy until he was at my entrance. He slid in easily, as the anticipation had been building all day. My vagina had been aching for this feeling. I wrapped my legs around Dan, placing my feet firmly on his ass, pulling him into me with each thrust. He had started out slow and was building pace as our bodies became used to each other. I reached up, grabbed the back of Dan’s head, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. After the kiss, I whispered in Dan’s ear that I needed him to fuck me hard. That was all the encouragement Dan needed. He fucked me vigorously. The headboard of the bed hitting the wall with each thrust. I knew Dan would not last long at this pace. I then told him to cum inside me, cum in my married pussy. Dan picked up the pace even more. His pelvis pushing into my clit with every thrust. My orgasm was building, but I was trying to wait for Dan. It wasn’t much longer, and Dan was shooting rope after rope inside of me. About the third rope, I came all over his cock. I was exhausted.
Dan rolled off of me, and I rolled onto my side next to him, putting my hand on his chest and one leg over his, and we fell asleep. I could feel Dan’s cum oozing out of me, and I was satisfied. We would have sex two more times that night, and Dan had certainly made his case for being a regular side piece.
The next day, on my way home, I stopped and got the morning-after pill and took it. I met my husband at a kids’ event. My pussy was swollen, and it turned me on by the events that had happened the night before. I was happy to be back in my regular life and knew my husband and I would use this weekend in the bedroom for weeks to come. I appreciated my husband more, made a point of being more loving, and it brought us closer together. Apparently, I needed something new to help me appreciate what I have.
