Every time there is a light in the tunnel something goes to hell, I am just so sick of it! Of course, he can't help it and it's not his fault, bla bla bla. But still, he knows how important this is for us, for our marriage and our sex life, and still, the one thing that has gotten between us, his work, his what again fucks everything up.
I am just so sick of it.
Goddamnit!
I go upstairs and slam the door to our bedroom and lay down on the bed to cry. And if he comes up with some lame attempt at saying he is sorry I don't know what I will do.
But there is no knock on the door and no one comes and looks for me. At least he still knows me that well. We will talk about it later, but right now I just wanna be left alone with my disappointment and anger.
We will get the money back, we have good travel insurance and I am sure they will understand. I just wish I had not looked forward to it so much.
I cry for a bit and then fall asleep. When I wake up 30 minutes later and walk down to the kitchen Frank has left for work. There is a note on the counter but I don't bother reading it. I just throw it away.
I make some coffee and sit down at the table and open my tablet. I go to the travel file and open up some photos.
Bahamas.
Love resort.
For couples.
It looks so nice. Beautiful, expensive hotel, with several pools, right on the beach with the most blue water you have ever seen.
We were going to find ourselves again, get our sex life back. Fuck like teens. Maybe even test our limits. We had talked about maybe having a threesome, a first for both of us. It would have been so much fun!
I close the file again and sigh.
We better get the money back. I assume the resort will be helpful, but the airline will be tougher. And Frank had booked us Business Class, another first for us.
It is a week away and I better start making some calls. But for some reason, I can't. I just sit there frozen, ready to start crying again.
I hate Franks's job! It has paid for most of this, but it has also wrecked our relationship and made us strangers from ourselves. He is never home and works all the time. I don't even remember when we fell asleep together the last time.
And now for some reason, he can not get the week off he was promised. If only he had the balls to tell them to go fuck themselves. He was already promised the time off, everything was booked. They can not change their minds. But Frank says they can.
I start crying again.
"Mom? Why are you crying?" Sam, our daughter, is coming into the kitchen wearing her pajamas. Or whatever goes for pajamas when you have just turned 18, tiny panties, and a very short green t-shirt. Good thing Frank is not home, he wouldn't know where to look. Sam is a redhead like me and I am always surprised how much her hair shines when she is wearing green.
"Has Dad done something?" She looks at me with concern in her big green eyes. "Is it his work again?"
I just sigh. When did she get so perceptive? Are we just that translucent?
"He has to work next week, so we can't go to the Bahamas." I fight to keep my tone even but the disappointment is too hard to hide.
"On no!! You were looking forward to that so much!! Can they do that?"
"Frank says they can."
"So what are you going to do?" She sits down next to me and puts her arm around me.
"I have to cancel it and hope we get our money back", I say and take a sip of the now cold coffee. Disgusting!
"Don't do that! You and I can go! It will be fun! We can swim and tan and look at cute boys and drink drinks with umbrellas!"
"But you have school, you can't go, and anyway, it's kind of a different place."
"Nah, I am supposed to start my thesis next week and we get a few weeks off to write. I can take some days off and just work harder when I get home. And anyway, what do you mean not that kind of place?" She looks at me with her eyebrows raised.
How the hell am I supposed to explain this? I am not sure I really wanna have this conversation with my 18-year-old daughter. Definitely not now.
"Come on Mom, tell me!" She leans forward to show that she is serious. "Wait a minute, is it a sex vacation? Did you and dad book a trip to have a weel long fuckfest?"
I actually spray the coffee all over the table. Just like in the movies Sam starts instantly laughing.
"Yup, you were going on a fuckfest in the tropics!"
"Sarah!" I really don't know what else to say, so I get up get a rag, and start viping up the coffee that I spit all over the table. "Where were gonna do no such thing? And what kind of language is that?"
"I know I am right. Have you bought a sexy bikini and everything? Lingerie?"
"Now why do you say that?" I have no idea how this conversation got away from me this fast.
"You have!!! I know it!! Come on, is it a thong? Mom, did you buy a thong bikini?"
"Sam!!" I am trying to sound stern but I feel myself failing miserable.
"Show it to me!! If it's cute I will buy the same one! We can have matching bikinis, come on Mom, it will be so much fun! I bet there will be so many cute boys there."
"It's not a place for singles." I don't know why I said that, and I regret it right away.
"Is it a swingers club? I didn´t think Dad had it in him!"
"No it's not a swingers club, come one Sam! But it's a love resort for couples. And yes, we were hoping to get close again."
Somehow she convinces me to not cancel yet but to think about it. But there is nothing to think about. It would be so weird to go with my daughter to a couples resort. But at the same time, I had looked so much forward to going there, and I could really use some vacation. My job has been pretty demanding too lately and I feel really worn out.
Maybe we could just do what she said, and swim and tan and eat good food. And she can look at cute boys and I can read some books.
I just can't believe she was right with the bikini. I feel so stupid now, what the hell was I thinking? Like me, a 38-year-old mom could get away with a thong bikini. Yeah, in your dreams Kim. I should return it.
I go upstairs to take a shower.
I throw the clothes on our bed and go into the bathroom. Right inside the door, next to the big shower is a full-length mirror and I stop to look at myself.
Red hair that stops right under my ears, cute but kinda average face. Nice mouth. And I like my eyes. Very green.
Big, heavy tits, that have started to sag a little but I kinda like them. 36D, I can't believe I went up a whole size when I had Sam and I got to keep them. Frank always loved my big tits, not sure he has looked at them for at least a year.
My tummy could be flatter, but I have nice wide hips and a cute ass. I look at my pussy, neatly trimmed but otherwise untouched for a long time. I looked at some questionable sites the other night on my tablet when I felt lonely and noticed that all the girls were fully shaved, with no hair at all.
I grab my razor and go into the shower. It is time to feel sexy again!
For some weird reason, and I have no idea what has gotten into me, I decide to go on the trip with Sam. She is so enthusiastic and I would love to see her have fun. I am not sure what to do about the whole couple's thing, but there must be a nice beach and good food at least, and that should really be enough. We can just tell them at the hotel what happened.
I tell Frank and he nods and says "Good, good", but I doubt he actually listened. Just one more wall between us. And they are surely getting higher.
Since we have good travel insurance we managed to change Frank's name on the plane ticket to Sam's, it helped that we only needed to change the first name. I totally forgot to contact the hotel but I figured they don't care who actually sleeps in the room as long as we pay for it.
I pack some nice summer dresses, sandals, underwear, and bikinis and yes, I throw in the thong bikini I bought. And the lingerie, how did Sam know? Who knows, maybe I'll get heat stroke and put the bikini on. Yeah, in your dreams Kim. I laugh at myself and close the bag.
I think I am actually looking forward to this. Maybe getting away from Frank is what I need because right now I get in a bad mood just seeing him. And that is really not fair. He can't help that he has a shit job.
Or no fucking spine.
Yeah, I need to get away.
The flight goes faster than you think when you sit in Business Class and get free champagne. By the time we land, we both have a good buzz going and are giggling at pretty much everything.
Sam is looking stunning in a short green dress and has had every man on the plane hitting on her, something I noticed she thoroughly enjoyed. I am not sure anyone noticed me, and that suits me fine, I brought a lot of books.
We take a cab to the resort and I am not sure if it is the heat or the champagne but I fall asleep and Sam wakes me up when we pull up in front of a huge beautiful hotel surrounded by tall palm trees and lots of exotic flowers.
We grab our bags and walk into the lobby to check-in.
Sam walks up to the counter and says she has a booking for the Andersons. A beautiful woman with amazing dark skin and stunning curly black hair taps away at the computer and looks at me and Sam with confusion.
"Are you Mr and Mrs Anderson?"
"Yes, we are!" Sam is more drunk than I thought and smiles with her whole face. "I married a cougar", she blinks at the woman "And she thought it would be easier to just pretend we were a normal heterosexual couple than you know a horny cougar and her teen wife."
The woman just stares at us and I am so embarrassed that I just wanna sink through the floor. But Sam just continues, "So this is our honeymoon and we planning on a week of sex and alcohol."
"Of course, I understand", the woman smiles at both of us, "But you know we are pretty open-minded here, you didn't have to pretend you are something you are not. Lesbians are always welcome here."
"Oh we are not lesbians", my daughter leans forward over the counter, "We are bi and we were maybe hoping for some three or foursomes while here", she looks the woman in the eyes and goes "Are you single? Into women maybe?"
"I'll see that you booked one of our standard rooms", the woman is totally unfazed by Sam's drunken flirting and I am silently thanking the gods for that, "But since it is your honeymoon I will upgrade you to our wedding suite and send up some champagne. On the hotel of course". She produces two card keys and hands them to us. "You have room number 6, top floor, and breakfast starts at 7 tomorrow. I hope you get a pleasant stay."
We grab our bags and walk to the elevator.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Sam!"
"I got us a suite right?" She looks very pleased with herself and I have a hard time staying angry with her.
"But the things you said, that we are married, what the hell flew into you?"
"I just wanted to shock her", she laughs. "But I don't think she was shocked at all. This is our floor."
The doors open and Sam takes her bag and walks away from me.
The suite is huge, with a wonderful view of the ocean. It does not really matter what happens this week as long as I can sit in this suite looking at the ocean and reading a book. This is exactly what I needed.
Sam throws herself on the bed with a scream and I go and check out the bathroom. Which, by the way, is bigger than my bedroom at home. My bedroom? Our bedroom, not that I see Frank there much. Huge shower that is like a room by itself and a big full wall mirror. Better avoid that one.
"There is massage!! Pleeeeeease let's get a massage Mom, pleeeease!" Sam is pleading from the other room. "I'm so stiff from the flight, it would be amazing! Come on mom, hopefully, there are some cute boys too", she giggles from out there. And yes, that sounds amazing. I just hope I can stay awake. Not that I feel like showing myself in underwear for someone else right now, but I don't want to be a killjoy and Sam sounds so happy.
"Ok, let's do it!"
We strip to our underwear put on the robes the room supplied us with, and walk down to the reception. I book two full-body massages and put them in the room. In other words, Frank pays for this, and I don't feel bad at all.
"Can you send down some Mimosas too?" My daughter asks the beautiful receptionist.
"Of course", she says without batting an eye.
"Sam, I'm still feeling the bubbly from the plane. I'm not sure about this", I hesitate in a whisper.
"It will be great", she smiles back.
We get shown into a cozy room that smells of exotic oils and fresh flowers. Some quiet music is playing and a tall man around 25 in a very tight white t-shirt showing off his muscles and a pair of very low-slung loose white pants walks in. Next to him is a very cute Asian girl Sam's age in pretty much the same clothes.
"The blonde god is mine!" Sam says under her breath and I can't but smile.
The Asian girl turns to us. "Take off all your clothes and lay face-down on the beds and we will be right back."
We get undressed, while sipping our drinks, Sam quickly and me more hesitantly. I was not expecting to be naked. I lay down and put a towel over my body while my 18-year-old daughter with no care in the world just lays down naked for everyone to see. I have not seen her naked for a while and she has a stunning young body. Slim without an ounce of fat, firm and beautiful B-cups, small hard nipples, flat tummy, and a totally bare pussy. Thank god, I shaved too before the trip.
The girl puts some oil on my back and starts working on my shoulders and neck, it feels amazing. I close my eyes for a bit and probably fall asleep for a few moments. I wake up when she is working on my calves with some slurping noises. I open my eyes turn my head to the side and look at Sam.
She is still on her stomach with her head lifted, her red locks falling over her back. The blonde man has his pants pulled down and his cock deep in my daughter's mouth. He is caressing her hair with one hand and stroking her butt with the other. The big glistening cock is going in and out of her mouth and that's what makes the sounds. It is completely mesmerizing and I have seen anything like it. He has his eyes closed and my daughter is working that cock like a pro, it is obvious that this is not her first time. I can not take my eyes off the hard cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth and she somehow manages to take his whole length down her throat.
The girl giving me a massage seems totally at ease with what is going on, and I am starting to think that this is pretty common here. She sees me watching and leans down to whisper in my ear "You have such a pretty wife, do you want me to please you while you watch her?"
I have never even kissed a woman, and even though she is stunningly beautiful, I am way too sheltered and intimidated. I shake my head and thank her but say that I am fine right now.
The man strokes Sam's hair and touches her beautiful body while her head eagerly bobs up and down on his big cock. He suddenly stills and grips her hair hard and I can see her throat working while he shoots his cum in her mouth. Sam does not spill a drop and I am kinda hypnotized by the scene. Has she forgotten that her mom is lying on a bed right next to her?
The cock leaves her mouth with a loud plop and I hear Sam say "Thank you" before she turns on her back and closes her eyes. He continues the massage like nothing happened. My mind is spinning and I really don't know what to feel or think. It had been very erotic to see but it was also my daughter which kinda messed with my emotions and I am not used to seeing people having sex. I guess my generation was not as carefree.
We showered after, thank god the place had separate stalls, put on our underwear and robes, and went back to the room. The mimosas had definitely messed with my mind, and together with Sam's blowjob, I felt both tired and confused and well, I was turned on. I went into the bathroom to think and try to clear my head. I splashed some water on my face and drank two glasses of water.
"It's still early let's hit the beach!" Sam yells from the other room. "Come on Mom, let's go and look at cute boys!"
I can't help but giggle, this is going to be a long week if this is the pace she is setting. I was still planning on sinking down somewhere cozy with my book. But I also love to see my daughter this happy. "Ok!" I yell back.
When I come back out Sam has already changed into her bathing suit, or a tiny bikini would be more correct. She has a beautiful body and is really showing it off with a silver bikini with a g-string bottom that makes it clear for everyone that she is fully shaved and a top that is two small triangles almost holding in her breasts. She looks amazing and at the same time as her mom, I am not sure what to think.
"What do you think?" She spins around to show all angles of her mostly naked body.
"Well, you do have a nice body, but isn't that bikini a little small?"
"Moooom", she laughs "There were a lot smaller bikinis on the site where I ordered this." She bends over in a very exaggerated way and wiggles her butt at me. "Do you think any cute boys will look at me in this?" Her smile is so huge that I can't even complain about the scandalous bikini.
"I am not sure you are giving them any choice", I answer and start digging in my bag for a lot more modest bikini suitable for a 38-year-old mom in a sexless marriage.
I pull out a modest green one, with full bottoms and a wire-top that holds my big breasts nicely. Sam's gives me a disappointed look.
"Nah-ah, not a chance, mom! We are at a couples resort, I know Dad has not touched you in ages, and anyway, we are married, and as your wife, I demand something much more slutty." She gives me a huge grin. "I know you packed the thong bikini, come on let's see it! We need to look like a couple."
I hesitate but drag it out of my bag and put it on the bed. It is black and has a triangle top and a string bottom that shows off all of the butt. Not sure I can think of anything scarier than to wear that right now.
"Perfect! Put it on and let's go and pick up some cute boys!"
We go to the beach and it is beautiful, white sand, palm trees, amazing water, and yes, lots of cute boys. The water is warm and feels amazing and I am so happy Sam talked me into going, this will be a great week. I actually feel kinda ok in my bikini, I get no disgusted looks, just smiles, and I even feel kinda sexy. I swim a bit and then go and lay down on a sun chair and close my eyes. The heat feels great on my body and I have almost fully accepted that I wearing a, very small bikini.
I feel something cold on my tummy and yelp at the same time as I'm sitting up faster than planned. Sam is standing over me wringing out her long red hair over my body while laughing loudly.
"I saw a lot of guys checking out the hot milf", she looks at me "You could so easily get laid here mom, you look awesome in that bikini. I wish I had tits like you and that ass is so fuckable, trust me, guys go crazy for a nice ass".
I am blushing so hard I have no idea what to say, I mumble something and look out over the water.
"I doubt anyone sees me when you are around", I say instead.
"Trust me, Mom, milfs are so hot right now. My ex thought you were so very sexy."
I am stunned into silence, I am just staring at her with a dumb look on my face.
"We should double date it would be so much fun!" She looks at me smiling and I really think she means it. I am not sure what she considers a double date, but I would honestly not mind being held by someone. Maybe even kiss. I doubt I could go any further, being married and faithful for 20 years is a hard habit to break. And anyway, I wouldn't know what to do.
But seeing my daughter this happy and excited is doing wonders with my mood and I agree.
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