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It was a beautiful sunny morning as Don stepped out of the hotel room in Santa Fe to make it to the all day meeting. He had awoken to find his wife Marie was sleeping in the buff as she normally does, so he reached over and touched her slightly moist pussy. She stirred and said something about a sexy dream she had had the night before. As Don was walking away, he smiled because he knew he had arranged the best surprise for Marie this morning. Every time they had a conference in Santa Fe they made appointments at the local Spa. This morning he had arranged for two of the massage therapists to come to their room to give Marie an extended massage. By the time he had made it to the conference center for breakfast, Marie had just gotten out of bed, put on her robe, and gone downstairs to make a pot of coffee. She was looking forward to a nice quiet morning by herself. She had just settled down on the sofa in the suite with her coffee when she heard the hotel room's doorbell ring. She...

I had told her we were going to the swinger's club. She gave me the eye, and then began to get ready. My wife has curly, blonde hair that is just long enough to pin up in a roll, at the back of her head, accentuating her slender neck; or long enough to come just to her shoulders. Tonight, she decided to wear it down. She put on her short, blue cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps and it gathered just below her breasts, from which it hung free to about mid thigh. No bra, her only underwear was a matching blue thong. She chose not to wear stockings, completing her attire with a pair of white pumps. For jewellery, she wore pearls, pearl earrings, ring with pearl setting, and an interesting pearl necklace. It circled her neck, close as a choker, with an additional string that hung from her throat to just between her breasts. It had an oversized pearl at the end of this string, like a pendant. "That's a new necklace, isn't it?" I asked. "Yes, do you like it?...

I paced in front of the windows overlooking the tarmac, watching the snow plows. Ah, I just love up-state NY weather. It had been three months since my wife and I had seen each other, let alone held or made love to each other. We had been married for about a year and a half and our finances were getting tight. My hours had been cut back and her pay barely paid the smaller bills. Knowing that, my wife's best friend had offered her a position as a masseuse in her practice. Kim, my wife, had discussed it with her and discovered the income would more than double our current joint incomes, but she first had to graduate from massage school; a task she'd just finished. I checked my watch again, pacing. I thought her absence would be easy, a mere twelve weeks, or three months, or eighty-four days... or 2016 hours... God I missed her. A fortunate lull in the storm was allowing her flight to land. Most of the other flights had been canceled outright. Everything north of us was completel...