Well, Peg did tell me to enjoy myself. She dialed the front desk before she had a chance to change her mind. When Linda answered, she said, “Hi, this is Melanie Nichols in the, um, Honeymoon Suite and I was just reading that you have a licensed Massage Therapist on staff and I wanted to know if I could schedule an appointment for later today.”
“One moment, please.” Melanie heard pages rustling. “We don’t have anyone else scheduled for today,” Linda said. “I’ll have to find out if he’s available and call you back.”
“He? It’s a man?”
“Yes, ma’am. Is that a problem?”
Melanie thought a moment. For some reason, she hadn’t expected it to be a man. Was it a problem? No. He’s probably gay, anyway, she thought, suppressing a laugh. Hell, for all I know, the whole damn state is gay. “No,” she said, finally. “It’s not a problem. Please call and find out if he’s available and let me know.”
A few minutes later, the phone rang and Linda told her the Massage Therapist could be there at three. Melanie sat back in the sofa and raised the bottle. “Well, Peg,” she said aloud to the empty room, “here’s to ‘Wild and Crazy’.”
The time was almost noon and Melanie was feeling sleepy and more than a little looped from the wine. She called room service and ordered lunch and then decided a quick shower might help her wake up.
Lunch came just as she was drying off and she made herself comfy in a thick, floor-length terry robe she found in the closet. Maybe this, she thought, is what passes for romantic eveningwear in Vermont. She turned on the television and was delighted to discover that HBO was showing “A Little Romance”, one of her favorites. She spent the next hour wishing that she could magically become twelve again, and enjoy her first kiss while riding in a gondola floating under the Bridge of Sighs at sunset.
By the end of the movie, the combination of wine and food had taken effect and she knew she’d never make it till three without a nap. She set the almost empty bottle of wine on the nightstand and slipped naked under the sheets. Good old heart-shaped bed, she thought. It’s just you and me now. Her head found the pillow and in moments she was fast asleep. She began to dream almost immediately.
In the dream it was last Valentine’s Day and she was once again in Paul’s office, about to surprise him and be surprised in turn. She saw the two men; Eric, with his expression of orgiastic ecstasy, and Paul, on his knees performing the magic trick of making Eric’s dick disappear into his mouth. Eric looked at her and this time she felt no embarrassment or shame under his lustful gaze. Instead, she felt her nipples harden and press against the coarse fabric of her coat and her already moist pussy lips began to expand and swell.
Melanie thumbed the buttons of her coat, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Wearing only a skimpy thong underneath, she smiled at her good fortune. She’d come prepared to seduce her husband. Now she would have them both. Paul held Eric’s dick out for her to inspect as she knelt beside him. She took it in her hand and milked it gently.