“Do you want a drink in the bar before we go out?” Dec asked me, as I was applying the last of my lipstick, before we went out ‘on the town’.
Because he had been working very hard, and felt that he had been neglecting me, my husband had booked a romantic weekend away, in a small Cotswold hotel.
“We might as well,” I replied, as I picked up my bag.
As Dec ordered the drinks, I looked around. There were three old men at the bar, two middle aged couples, (not talking), and group of young men, noisily, playing pool, at the other end.
“This looks a bundle of fun.” I grumbled.
My husband’s eyes lit up when he spotted the pool table.
“Just one game?” he winked, as he headed towards the men.
I spotted some of the group nudge each other, and grin, as we approached.
I’m quite tall and slim, and was wearing a loose, black vest with my tightest, hipster jeans, as well as a pair of 3 inch, spiked stilettos.
“Who’s on next?” he asked the tallest guy. “JJ plays the winner. Then Bam Bam.” He replied in a husky Geordie accent, “Are you any good?”
“Alright.” Dec smiled, knowing that he was a local champion.
“I’m Al.” The man introduced himself.
“Dec and Amy,” my husband said, nodding at me.
Two guys nudged each other, and I heard them whisper, “Look at the arse on her! Fucking Hell! I’d like to get my face in-between those cheeks!”
The shorter one (Louie) joked, “I’ll bet you a tenner that Al gets in her pants before midnight!” “You’re on!” The blonde lad (Woody) replied.
Smugly, I slowly sat on a stool, next to the window; making sure that they got a good look at my arse, as Dec bought the drinks.
As they played their games, the lads goaded and made fun of each other. After ten minutes, or so, I had began to relax.
When Dec began his game, Al stood next to me, making his first move. “I’m sorry if they’re a bit course,” he apologised for his friends strong language, “but they’ve been working away from home for a couple of weeks, and get excited at the sight of a pretty woman.”
I smiled and said that it was okay. When I produced a cigarette, he pulled out a lighter. As I lent forward, to accept the light, I heard JJ cough, and whisper “pink,”
“Shit!” I thought, “he’s seen my g-string!”
I turned to see that four of them had gathered behind me, giggling, like schoolboys.
I smiled, letting them know that they had been rumbled.
Dec won his game, and had to play a small wiry lad called Hugo.
Now, on my third Bacardi Breezer, I decided to have some fun, of my own.
At every opportunity I would, accidentally, bend forward to get something out of my bag, or scratch my ankle, giving them a good view of my thong, or down my vest, at my cleavage.
By the time Dec, finally, got beat, we were all on first name terms, and had had a good laugh. They were builders, from Newcastle, converting a nursing home, at the other end of town.
When we finally found a restaurant I was already a little bit pissed.
By the time we left, 90 minutes later, I was very pissed, and very, very horny.
When we arrived back at the hotel, only Al and Bam Bam were at the bar.
“Are you going to have a ‘night-cap’, with us?” Al asked.
“Yes!” I replied, very loudly.
“I’m not sure,” Dec shook his head, “she’s a little bit ‘relaxed’, already.”
Throwing my arms around his waist, I hugged Al, with all my might
I announced, “I’m not going anywhere until I’ve had another drink!”
My husband went to the toilet, leaving me to choose a drink.
“I don’t know what I want.” I laughed, as I released my grip.
When I turned, to choose a drink, the heel of my shoe caught a stool, and I stumbled and fell onto Bam Bam. Instinctively he put his hands out to save me, and got a handful of my tits. As he did this, Al grabbed my hips with one hand, and my knickers with the other, pulling me into his lap.
He nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I know what you really want and it’s not a drink!”
Dec approach the bar, “What’s going on here?” he laughed.
“Amy had a little fall, and we saved the day.” Al replied, nonchalantly, although he was still tugging at the back of my tiny g-string, just out of sight of my husband. I did nothing to stop him.
“I think that we’d better go to bed, before you cause any more trouble,” Dec told me, as he took my hand. As I stepped forward, Al let go of my pants, causing the elastic to snap against my arse. I turned and smiled. He winked and blew me a kiss.
“Good night, and have fun,” he laughed as we left the bar.
As I walked upstairs, my g-string was rubbing, uncomfortably, against my pussy.
By the time that we had washed and got undressed, the room was spinning like a merry go round. I was desperately in need of a good fuck, but was afraid that I could be sick at any moment.
When we finally made it to breakfast, Al and his pals had, thankfully, left for work.
My hangover soon cleared, and we spent the rest of Saturday shopping.
We spotted a very nice restaurant, which we booked for the evening and decided to go to a club afterwards.
Later, back in the hotel room, Dec was fidgeting, watching TV as I applied my make-up.
“For God’s sake go to the bar, if you want!” I playfully shouted at him, “I’ll come down when I’m ready.”
“Okay. If you insist!” he laughed, as he jumped off the bed, and was out of the room in a flash.
I looked at myself, in the mirror, and smiled. I was feeling just as horny, as the previous night. Hotels have that effect on me, but all I could think about was Bam Bam touching my tits, while Al played with my knickers. My pussy was becoming very wet, and I promised myself that Dec would get a night that he wouldn’t forget.
After applying the final touch of lip-gloss, I opened my bag, to select my outfit.
Stockings (of course), a tiny, white g-string that has a diamante heart at the back, a black mini-skirt, silver, low cut, v-neck, top, with my favourite Wonderbra. This would knock my husband for six.
When I walked into the bar, Dec was playing pool with one of the guys from the Friday night. The others, all dressed smartly, were sitting nearby.
“Fucking Hell!” Bam Bam shouted. He was about 5ft 9ins, athletic with short brown hair. He was quite attractive, in a boyish way.
Shaking his head, and looking at my husband, Al laughed, “That’s some wife, you’ve got, there, mate.” Then looking me up and down, with his piercing blue eyes, “She looks good enough to eat.”
The tallest, a skinhead called Carl, was at the bar, and bought me a drink.
Dec smiled at me, but was too engrossed in his game of pool to notice the effect that I was having on the others, who had all gathered around me, at the bar.
Al offered me a cigarette, and as he lit it, whispered, in his sexy Geordie accent, “You should come out with us tonight. I think that we could show you a good time.” As he said the last words, his hand slid up my stocking clad leg and under my skirt until he squeezed my bare arse cheek.
I went weak at the knees. Grinning at him I took a long, slow, sip of my drink.
Still with his hand up my skirt, but obscuring the view, from Dec, he shouted, “I was just telling your wife, we should all go to a club, later, it could be a laugh.”
My husband looked up and nodded, unaware that this man was stroking his wife’s arse, “Sounds good.”
“Sorted!” Al chuckled, his fingers playing with the string of my pants, pulling it into my sopping pussy; “We’ll see you back here at 11.”
Dec and I chatted about Al and his friends, as we ate our meals, but I couldn’t sit still; my pussy was throbbing so much. I tried to be careful with what I drank, but we still managed to finish two bottles of red wine.
“Are you sure that you don’t mind going clubbing with these guys?” I asked him.
“It’ll be a good laugh. They seem safe enough.” He replied, as we entered the hotel bar.
Sure enough, Al and his work mates were already there. The rest of the bar was empty apart from the young Irish bartender, Shay.
“What do you want? It’s my round.” Al called to us.
“A pint of lager and a Pineapple Breezer,” Dec told him, then said, “I’m going for a piss.”
When I stood next to Al, he had the look of a ‘hard man’, and his muscular body really impressed me. “Had a good time?” he asked as he handed me my drink.
“Yes, thanks. The meal was lovely. Have you eaten?” I replied. My heart beating faster, by the minute.
“Not yet,” he laughed as he nudged Carl, “but I fancy some hairy pie, later.” Both men laughed, at me. I stuck my tongue out, but my nipples gave away my feelings.