Ian and his wife, Sara have been married twenty years. Theirs is a great marriage and they love each other very much every day of the year. They married at twenty-five after they'd both had several lovers prior to marriage, but when they married, they elected to have a more traditional sex life; with each other. The passion and desire were there and they made the most of it -- together.
Ian is about five-eleven, with a pretty good build and women have always given him the eye. He has a good body and is blessed to have a seven-inch cock and two above average balls.
That said, the pretty one in the marriage is his wife. She's a woman of five-seven with brown hair, and a great body. She has more than ample tits and curves in all the right places. She's a really passionate sex partner and fucking her is the best thing in Ian's life. Her name is Sara.
They married shortly after college and they're about to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary. After a couple of years of marriage, they decided to have kids. But it just didn't happen. Doctors had no real reason, but came to the conclusion that Sara would never be able to have kids. Over time they came to accept this as part of their lives.
They were in the fourth year of marriage and planning their fifth anniversary. They'd decided to take a trip, and stay nice hotel that normally they'd have considered too expensive. They'd make it a long weekend and stay three nights. The thought of living in such a grand hotel for a long weekend excited them. It seemed unattainable, yet they would be doing it. Their anniversary is in June, so when the date arrived, they packed up and headed to the hotel. It was rather a long car ride so they talked along the way.
"You still haven't told me what you want for your anniversary," Ian said.
"You're giving me this trip and I assume that I'll be fucked silly for four days, what more can a wife ask for?"
"What about the 'other thing' we talked about," Ian asked.
"What 'other thing'," Sara asked.
"You know. We talked about starting a new tradition where we have other people for sex on our anniversary."
"Oh, that," she said.
The way that she shifted in her seat in the care told Ian that she hadn't forgotten and that it still interested her. She always did that seat shifting thing when she was starting to get aroused.
"So," Ian said. "Shall we make our anniversaries fuck-someone-new day each year?"
"But we haven't made plans for that this year." she whined.
"Plans? What plans, let's go wild. We'll find a couple or you can find a man and we'll just fuck. With your body, I'm sure we'll have no trouble finding someone. It will most likely only take your walking into the bar and twenty cocks will be pointed your way."
Sara leaned back in the car seat. She knew he was right. Just a little short dress and a top to show off her tits and she could have any man in the bar. She shifted in the seat again as she felt her moisture. "We'll see. But, won't you be jealous? You'd be okay with some other man's cock in my pussy?"
"On a regular basis or in secret, then, yes, I would be jealous. But once a year, I could make that work if it made you happy."
"We'll see what we find at the hotel," she said as she reclined the car seat and gazed through the window at the passing landscape.
Ian pulled into the entrance of the hotel and the car was fallen upon by a tribe of uniformed staff. They were helped from the car, their luggage taken in hand and the valet made off with the car. Ian immediately noticed that several of the young men of the tribe were keeping their eyes on his wife. She deserved it.
Ian registered and just like in the movies the desk clerk tapped a bell and the bellhop appeared to help with the luggage. He was a handsome young man in his early twenties with light brown hair - some would call it blond - and a good build - most likely from carrying all that luggage. He said, "Follow me. You're on the fourteenth floor."
By the time we got to the tenth floor we'd learned that he was a college student working to pay his tuition and that he had a girl friend who had gone home for the summer. He was a nice, clean-cut young man. He was Carl.
Sara looked over at Ian in the elevator and winked. "I think I know what I want for our anniversary!" With that, she reached over and squeezed Carl's ass. He turned and smiled at Sara with a knowing smile. He then looked over at me and his smile slowly disappeared.
He let them into their room on the fourteenth floor and proceeded to bring in the luggage. He did the speech regarding the hotel features -- dining hours and the like.
Sara had sat on the edge of the king bed and then just fallen back. Her legs were slightly ajar and Ian could see her bright yellow panties. Ian knew that Carl had noticed them too. He smiled like a wild animal that had just spotted its prey.
He was handing over the room key to Ian when Sara got off the bed and came over to Carl and Ian. "Carl, what time do you get off tonight?"
"I'm off at nine."
"No," Sara said. "What time do you get off?" And with that she reached over and stroked his cock through his pants.
Carl looked at Ian and Ian smiled and nodded. "My shift is over at nine. I'll be getting you off by ten."
She gave him a peck of a kiss on his cheek and he fumbled his way out the door.
"Do you think he'll be back," Sara asked.
"Fuck yes. That horny little bastard is already counting the minutes."
They took a shower together in the room's huge shower and went down for dinner. Passing through the lobby, they saw Carl; he had a big smile on his face. Dinner was amazing and amazingly expensive, but it was their special anniversary extravagance.
After dessert, Carl came by the table and said for everyone to hear, "Are you finding your room satisfactory?" Then, leaning to Ian's ear he asked if he needed to go out for condoms. Ian told him no, that Sara couldn't get pregnant so he was free to have his way with her.
"Thank you, sir," Carl said aloud and walked away.
