My wife Fiona and I have been together for almost 12 years and married for 6 of those. We’ve had some amazing experiences together and our sex life is great, but it would never compare to the wild years I had when I was younger. That is until a trip away in late summer unleashed something really special…

I’ve always had a really high sex drive where almost anything goes, but Fiona has always been a little more reserved. She enjoys spending time together and feeling close, cuddling, kissing and making love.

Despite having had two children and making her way towards 40, she looks incredible. 5 foot 7 with curves in all the right places, an ass with curves to make a peach jealous, and her incredible 34C breasts that often catch the eyes of others when we’re out. With her long brown hair, brown eyes and all year cinnamon tan, you could be forgiven for thinking she was Brazilian.

In the bedroom though, she always tended to be more shy and reserved. For the first few years of our relationship, she wouldn’t allow me to see her naked and would always ask for the lights to be switched off whilst we made love. Our sex was tame and rarely involved anything more than the missionary position. In all the years we had been together, I could probably count the number of times she’d had me in her mouth, and never once had she swallowed.

That said, when Fiona drinks, she becomes a different person in the bedroom. It’s as if she loses every inhibition and gets carried away so quickly in the moment. Unfortunately for me though, she isn’t much of a drinker.

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Summer approached and so too did the little break away we had booked earlier in the year. We love to book a mini break and this one in particular was one we were looking forward to. A little cottage in the country with a hot tub. The perfect spot for relaxing and recharging the batteries, and as the children were staying at their friends for the weekend, I had my fingers crossed for some drinks and a bit of uninhibited fun.

As we drove we began talking about all the things we were looking forward to, the time away from the everyday things, some peace and quite, time in the hot tub.

“I can’t wait to see you in the hot tub” I said with a wink.

“You’re such a perv” she replied, a small grin showing on the side of her face.

As we arrived, it seemed that the cottage was part of a small complex. A large house at the entrance and a long gravel driveway leading to our cottage and two others.

We were met at the door by the owner, a friendly, athletic looking man in his 40s, who introduced himself as Derek. He showed us around the cottage explaining all the things we would need to know. I missed most of it though as I was distracted by his eyes frequently drifting towards my wife’s firm breasts, her ample cleavage showing through the low neck line of her blue floral summer dress.

As we reached the stairs, he offered for my wife to go first, then promptly followed behind her, taking in the full view of my wife’s Brazilian peach, swaying seductively with each step, her dress only just covering her cheeks. Fiona of course was completely oblivious to this, as she often was when men checked her out. It’s all harmless, I told myself, I know my wife’s hot and I can’t blame the man for taking in as much as he could, and to be fair to him and my wife, the summer dress was definitely showing off her assets well.

We thanked Derek for the tour and he left the cottage, sliding one final lingering glance over my wife’s form.

We took our bags to the room and returned downstairs for the evening. I poured some drinks and we toasted the trip.

“Here’s to a great break” I said as I sipped from my glass. We both drank until the large bottle of fizz had disappeared. On opening another bottle, Fiona appeared behind me and whispered seductively in my ear, making the fine hairs on my neck stand up.

“let’s go and try out the hot tub”

“naked?” I questioned. “no silly, let’s get our costumes on” she laughed.

As we changed upstairs, I couldn’t help but take in her hourglass figure. The smooth curve where her waist meets her hips, the pert rounded shape of her buttocks, the slight gap between her thighs where her hairless mound rested, inviting and swolen. Her bikini was tasteful but clearly chosen to show off her shape. I could feel my body respond as the pressure in my shorts started to build, my meat began to react to the sight in front of me, but no sooner had we changed, my wife was on her way out of the room and down the stairs.