Apparently he got called into work and was supposed to be off. We sat and talked for some time before she made dinner. About 4 o’clock there was a k...ock on the door. She came back into the kitchen holding a bundle of roses with a card and was crying. I jumped up from my spot and went over to her. She laid the roses down and handed me the card. ‘I’m sorry baby! I won’t be home for dinner and we don’t get to spend our first Valentine’s day together as a married couple. Please forgive me. Love. He asked where I went and I just giggled and said I was just lost in my thoughts. He tried to get it out of me but I couldn’t tell him, I was too embarrassed. Embarrassed but aroused too.We walked home hand in hand and my thoughts wouldn’t leave me.The whole time at work the next day the thoughts were still there. I couldn’t concentrate, as the thoughts turned worse. Paul was degrading me as he fucked her. Taunting me with praise of her body and performance in comparison to mine. Humiliating. The hotel was a large well-appointed establishment with a number of conference halls and reception rooms. When my beloved spouse of some thirty years passed a little over a year prior, I was annoyed with the realization that neither of us had even given the final details any thought. I guess we both thought we would live forever or perhaps it was just us deciding whoever went first would be relieved of any unpleasant stress.I was the unlucky one in that instance but in all fairness I would have. When his hand swished below her belly button, close to her panty line, her stomach involuntarily convulsed as spasms of excitement were induced by his soft touch so near her pubic mound. She could feel the tips of his fingers slide just beneath her bikini bottom and she felt the modest urge to close her legs, but she relaxed into his sensuous stroking instead. Lying in the hammock with him applying the suntan lotion to her body was such an amazing fantasy for her. She could feel wetness between.