Oxygen. A sippy cup with a long straw I could reach with my mouth. An alarm if I pissed. An alarm if I tried to get out of bed. A call button. We made...each other stay in bed like that from 10pm till 7am. He slept in the other bedroom with a geri moniter (baby monitor for seniors). He would show up when I pressed the call button or an alarm went off. Even if I never called or wanted him. If I tried to roll over too much in my sleep or pissed in the night, he would come in and check if I was. A week of pampering I couldnt wait I packed my suitcase the day before, I wasn't sure what to pack really but packed the usual stuff but made sure I had my bikini as I would be in the pool mist the time I love swimming. My husband left for work early in the morning before I set off to the spa which is typical for him so didn't even get to say goodbye, I know it's only a week but not really the point and this really annoyed me, the journey took longer then expected train delay and late taxi my. Then he stepped closer and reached for my dong."When in Rome,” I stuttered, reaching back for his member. "I think you mean Athens," he said (presumably referring to our stereotypically Greek outfits) and leaning in to me.He tilted his head up (he was a few inches shorter than me) and started kissing me. Call me naive, but I hadn't seen that coming.I'd hardely ever thought about kissing a man. It had only occurred to me in the sweet, blissful moment after cumming with another guy, and that. The sound of him undressing alerts me. I look over, blink seductively, and whisper, “Hello love! Glad you could make it. Oh, come to me my sweet darling, and pour us some wine to toast this special occasion.”He quickly joins me on the rug, kisses me hello, passionately. He then reaches for the wine, pours two glasses. He hands me one, then holds his glass up, and says, “Here’s to us darling.”We clink glasses and take a drink. He then takes both goblets, and sets the off to the side. Once again.