Looking towards the shore I watched as my escort pulled back to the point they were barely visible, giving Antonia and me as much privacy as possible....I can say that we took immediate advantage of the distance provided, though after our first time we decided that we would wait until we had showered as the sand and dried salt made our time on the beach uncomfortable.The next couple of days were fun as Antonia filled me in on what her and her father had found and what they thought it meant. She. Did he have a fancy woman somewhere? I did wonder. But he did not. Quite by chance, a friend whom I went to school with saw him in a little country pub. His companion was a delightful young man and after a while, they left together.I then knew for certain why we had separate bedrooms. I was twenty-seven, childless, unloved, and paraded at various social functions as if I were a prized peacock. I was suffocating in my unreal world. On our wedding night, we did nothing. On our three day. She comes downstairs and I could tell she was nervous while we waited for the door. The door bell rang and I let in this attractive looking guy into my house. I showed him the front room and he sat on the sofa, my wife was sitting on the arm of the chair and we start chatting. At first small talk and then we start talking about jobs and he claimed he worked in the porn industry. He asked us if this was our first time and he told us to relax. His hand settled on my wifes thigh. So I said “Hun. " "Fuck you, you'd do her and you know it."She reached the door to Sir's suite and suddenly realized that, like all hotel doors, it had locked behind her and she had no way to get in! The group of rowdy males had turned down the hallway and were walking towards her. Panicking, she stabbed at the call button, missed it, tried again and held it down for a full five seconds.The door across from Sir's suite opened, and an elegantly dressed couple in their thirties stepped out then froze in their.