This story could have gone in Loving Wives, but there is no husband wife conflict so I elected to place it here instead.
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Julie sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep in his arms, still naked and blissfully unaware of their combined juices oozing into the bedding.
David had worried for months that their relationship was steadily losing the fabric holding it together. Their lives had become numbingly dull and predictable. Their sex life, once three or four times a week, dwindled down to two or three per month. Dave and Julie were comfortable with each other. They did not argue, they enjoyed the same things. They went out together occasionally for a meal or a movie but the excitement of their younger years had vanished.
Dave wondered why. He wasn't doing anything different. They were now close to fifty and both their kids had left home. He kept the gardens neat, the lawns mowed and his work provided a good standard of living. They had many good friends. Still, something was lacking. It was just too, well, too comfortable.
This anniversary, thought Dave, it was time to revitalize their marriage. After many days of considering a variety of options, he finally came up with a plan.
"Honey," he began at the breakfast table, "It's our anniversary in two days. We are going out for a special dinner at the Blue River Restaurant. I've made the bookings."
The Blue River was attached to one of the city's five-star hotels and ranked among the top (and most expensive) eateries in town.
At lunchtime on their anniversary, Dave left his office for the day and headed for the CBD to do some specialized shopping. Having spent most of the afternoon looking for a beautiful bunch of twelve red roses and eventually finding what he wanted (the last in the shop) he was thinking that he might need to re-mortgage the house to pay for them. He consoled himself with the thought that Julie was well worth the investment and headed home.
He greeted Julie with the roses and an enthusiastic kiss. After carefully taking the roses and placing them in a vase, Julie returned to her husband to return his kiss, the two entwining for several minutes before coming up for air.
"I feel like a giddy teenager," Julie gasped as she gently drew back from her husband. "Let's get ready for dinner."
They showered, independently, and went through the ritual of dressing for dinner. Julie, dressed only in a thong and bra, sat at her makeup table, concentrating on applying her eyelashes. Dave, already dressed in his pants and shirt, could hardly resist, sneaking up behind his gorgeous wife to take her bra encased breasts in his hands and start gently kneading them.
"Not now Honey," she pleaded. "I'm trying to make myself beautiful and you're not helping."
"You look beautiful in anything," he replied. "But OK, if I leave you alone for now, will you promise to let me have my evil way with you later?"
"Ooooo." She joked. "No promises. You'll just have to take pot luck."
While Dave slipped on a bow tie and jacket, Julie was finally ready for her dress, which was hanging on the edge of the wardrobe.
"Zip me up Honey," she commanded.
With trembling hands, Dave slid the zipper up to its limit. When she turned to face him, he gasped at the vision of beauty before him. The neckline plunged almost to her waist, exposing the fabric joining the two halves of her shelf bra, while the hem fell barely to mid thigh. She was stunning. A string of pearls completed the ensemble and the couple stepped out happily for their dinner date.
Dinner was everything one might expect at a top class restaurant and when they finally sat back to enjoy a coffee and liqueur to finish the night, he joined her on the broad, padded seat on her side of the table, letting his hand fall to her thigh. The lights in the restaurant had been dimmed and couples were getting close and personal now their meal was finished.
Dave's hand gently drifted upwards, beneath the short skirt until his fingers brushed her panties. Without making it obvious, she eased her knees apart a little to allow him free access, but he refused to take advantage of the offer, continuing to slowly massage her sex over the gusset of her panties.
"Mmmm, Dave, that is soooo nice," Julie cooed.
"It's time we moved on." He said suddenly, extending his hand to her to assist her to rise.
Instead of leading her to the car park however, Dave led Julie to the lifts and very soon they found themselves walking down the corridor on the 54th floor, just one floor below the fabled Royal Suite.
Dave swiped a card across the door lock and with an exaggerated gesture, flung open the door. Julie's breath caught as she surveyed the beautiful surroundings. Inside was a huge king size bed, covered in rose petals, to one side was an elevated bathroom probably four times the size of their comfortable bathroom at home, separated from the bedroom by a clear glass screen. Twin showers, twin hand basins, bidet, roman bath, the works.
A full height window offered a magnificent view of the city, its night lights glittering.
Discreetly set to one side was a massage table, covered in a pristine white sheet.
