Sarah and I had been together for five years but, truth be told, sex wasn’t what it used to be. Even though I still thought she was gorgeous, whenever I reached out for her she always seemed to be tired. I’d begun to find my eyes wandering – even though I felt horribly guilty about it – and more often than not, I’d come to a bitter climax alone, looking at pictures of other woman, when Sarah was at work or down the shops.
So it came as a surprise when I got home after football one Saturday to find a note.
“Your bag is packed. Get into the cab that will be arriving at 4pm. Sarah x”
I have to admit I was nervous, but leapt in the shower and had just managed to pull on some clean clothes when the doorbell rang.
“Car service,” said the man at the door.
I followed him to the car. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“Can’t tell you, mate. It was part of the booking. Sorry.”
I didn’t know quite what to think, and checked my wallet: I didn’t want to get lumbered with a massive bill. Maybe Sarah had found my stash of porn and this was her revenge? Perhaps I was going to find myself stranded in the middle of nowhere. My heart started to beat faster, when:
“Here we are, mate.”
The car pulled up outside a small, expensive-looking hotel.
“And this is for you.”
The cabbie handed me an envelope. I opened it up to find another note saying, “Fare’s paid in advance. See you in room 12.”
I smiled. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who was sexually frustrated. I collected my key from reception, and headed up the stairs to my room. The receptionist picked up the phone as I turned my back: I guessed she was warning Sarah of my arrival.
When I unlocked the door, my cock stiffened. There in front of me was a gorgeous tanned blonde, standing stark naked in the window, showing off her delicate curves.
Which was odd, because Sarah is brunette and pale.
I stood in the doorway unsure of what to do but unable to move, transfixed by the vision in front of me.
“Glad you could join me,” purred the blonde, turning round – and with a shock, I realised it was Sarah. She’d dyed her hair and had clearly applied some sort of fake tan.
She leaned against the window frame, giving me an exquisite view of her beautifully trimmed bush. I watched as she ran her hands over her body, the glint in her eye showing that she could sense my appreciation. She poured herself a glass of champagne, handed another to me, then sat back in the window, showing off her beautiful body.
“Sarah, you’re gorgeous,” I said.
“Who’s Sarah?” she laughed, taking a deep slug of champagne before walking over to me, sinking to her knees and unbuttoning my fly.
In seconds, my cock was between those beautiful lips and I relished the sensation. Blow jobs were another thing of the past but I have to admit, Sarah had remembered all the things I most enjoy. Although she clearly wanted me to treat her like a stranger.
“You’re a natural,” I said, groaning as she ran her hand to the base of my cock, lips and tongue following the movement.
“I love it,” she said, one hand moving to her pussy to stroke it, looking up at me with her big eyes wide, as she took all my cock into her throat. Her head bobbed up and down, and that, combined with the sight of the blonde unfamiliar Sarah between my legs had me bursting to shoot down her throat in a matter of minutes – but I didn’t want the fun to stop quite yet.
“Can I fuck you?” I asked.
“You’re very forward,” she laughed – and moved to the window once more, bending over to give me a view of her slickly wet lips.
I didn’t need asking twice. I slid into her in a single thrust, kissing her neck and playing with her nipples as we fucked. She pushed back against me, hand back between her legs, playing with herself as I pushed hard into her, relishing the sweet clenching of her muscles. I could feel her tightening around me, and my balls tightened too.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, just as she started to spasm around me, gasping her permission for me to follow suit.
I collapsed against her back, holding her for a while. She snuggled back into me but, after a few moments, pulled away.
“Mmmm. That was delicious,” she said. “But now, it’s time for dinner.”
She pulled a silk dress from the wardrobe and slipped it over her head, then twisted her hair into a bun and pinned it up, changing from freshly-fucked wench to seductive sophisticate in one move.
“And you’re paying,” she said.
“It seems only fair,” I said.
“After all, I still need to find out your name…”