Peter's eyes were wide open.
His wife was just coming out of the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind her.
"Gosh, Laura," he said, almost breathless, "you look beautiful."
She did not say anything. She paused for a minute in front of him, sticking out her chest so that her tits appeared to be struggling to come loose from the black bikini top.
Peter adjusted himself on the hotel room bed as he felt his cock stiffen. She looked so striking. All she had on was a black bikini, and it contrasted with the white background of the hotel room walls.
Beyond the panoramic windows at the far end of the room, they could hear people jumping and splashing into the swimming pool below. There was a hubbub of activity on an otherwise warm summer day, and sunlight streamed into the room uninhibited.
"You want to touch?" Laura asked, leaning close to her husband.
Peter stretched out his hand to grab her tits, but she pulled back at the last moment.
"Uh-uh," she scolded, wagging a finger at him.
Peter felt as though his brain was turning to slush. He salivated as though he was staring at one of the hotel's fine cuisine. He reached for his iPhone and started recording.
Laura did a little dance, hopping and skipping as she shook her ample ass. At 34 years old, she still had the figure of a twenty-something. Her black hair was down, and it was flowing wondrously beyond the back of her neck.
Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's and her perfect model figure was very erotic. Despite being married for a couple of years now, Peter could not get enough of his wife. She was very naughty and her beauty still confused him just like the first day they met.
"Call him now," Laura whispered, turning to face her mesmerized husband.
Peter reached for the landline phone next to the bed and dialed room service. The familiar voice of the 25-year old guy who had been serving them came on. He spoke for a couple of seconds then hung up.
Peter's heart was pounding. Laura danced a little more before there was a knock on their door a couple of minutes later.
Peter immediately got to his feet and made for the bathroom. He did not close the door entirely, only leaving a gap so that he had a perfect view of the large double bed.
Laura strode over to open the hotel room door and there was Steve. He was a short, plump young man with blond hair and striking blue eyes. He had a naΓ―ve look on his face and he clutched a red wine bottle that matched his working outfit. His eyes lit up when they settled on Laura's beautiful body.
"Your bottle of wine, ma'am," he announced, stretching the bottle before him.
"Am I that old?" Laura asked, her beautiful, wrinkle-free face breaking into a smile. "Ma'am?"
"I'm sorry," Steve responded immediately, "I didn't mean -- "
"Not to worry," Laura said cheerily, "come in."
"I'm just delivering the bottle," said Steve, "your husband called and -- "
"Don't worry," Laura said, reaching out to hold his left arm, "he's gone down the hall to get some ice."
Steve immediately appeared to be nervous. He hesitated on the doorway for a moment, contemplating whether to get inside the room. Usually, he only entered into the private space of his guests when there was an emergency.
"It's a personal request," said Laura, winking at him.