She ‘needed’ to blow off some steam and there was only one proper way to do that.Finally, she released the door knob, turned right and began walki...g, as she committed to her radical choice.“Damnit, Marcy!” she silently snapped at her own incorrigibility. A moment later, she was smirking about it.She came to where the hall opened into the living room and her mischievous smile withered away. Bert was in there, standing around near the fireplace, or perhaps he was wandering somewhere? Marcy didn’t. She’s probably waiting for him, scrolling through Instagram in her pyjamas, cold cream on her face. “I don’t want to ruin your marriage plans,” I say lightly, moving my hand to his forearm. He’s leaning on the bar, his expensive watch shining under the lights. “No one has to know.”“Believe me, there’s nothing I’d like more...” He swallows hard and, for a second, looks defeated. He’s torn; I get it. “You’re a nice guy,” I squeeze his hand and grab my bag from underneath the bar, “Kristy is lucky. I’d like no schedules or itinerary, but only to relax with each other and enjoy what ever catches our attention.”“My lady, it sounds like a prescription we both need. Do you need to get, or do, anything before we go?”“No. I’m as ready as I can be.”The newlyweds left the room, and the rest of the day was a blur. They ate a delicious salad in one of the charming Victorian restaurants found in and around the magnificent hotel. The one they chose had the appearance of a gentleman’s club, set in. In one of the stories a man sucked his woman's pussy after she had just been fucked by 2 other guys. This got me wondering again if maybe I was missing something, so I decided to try tasting my own jiz.However, after I came, this desire was no longer there, and I just wiped my sticky cum from my hand.I could never admit this sick fantasy to my wife, as I'm sure it would disgust her.Our relationship is really quite good, with lot's of sex, though it never gets too wild. No kinky stuff, she is.