Chapter 3: A Pre-Holiday Getaway

There were a little over three weeks between the mid-term celebration and Thanksgiving. The blues that Thomas started to feel at the celebration dinner got worse with each day. By the next weekend he was miserable and made Denise feel equally depressed. On Wednesday morning he awoke with a start. Denise had an open suitcase on the bed and was filling it with clothes.

“Good morning,” he said through half-opened eyes. “Or, I think it is?” he added with a small questioning lilt to the end of the sentence.

“It is, and today will be better. Now get your butt out of bed and get showered. We’re going away for a long weekend.”

Thomas rolled his legs off the bed and sat up. He turned to Denise. “Away? Where to?”

“Do you want both short and long-sleeve shirts?” she asked as she carried a stack of both into the bedroom from the closet.

“Both? Where are we going?”

“Moppyville,” Denise answered. “Remember the getaway when we were going to do a float trip, but ended up matching wits with The Bear and even your ex?”

“How could I forget?” Thomas said.

“I got us the same room in the nice hotel we ended up at when our original hotel was such a dump. Plus reservations for dinner at the five-star restaurant. Now move!” she commanded again.

Thomas was up, showered, and dressed in fifteen minutes. By the time he finished tying his shoelaces, Denise was zipping the bag closed.

The Corvette purred along at a sedate 57 MPH. Denise did not bother looking at the speedometer. She knew Thomas would only drive the speed limit plus a mile or two over.

“Remember our last trip?” she asked. “We didn’t have a ‘Vette that time. I like having a sports car again!”

“Yeah,” Thomas said slowly.

“What? you love Corvettes!”

Thomas laughed. “I do, but this one, the C4, is probably my least favorite, and it is going to be made for several more years.”

Denise did the mental gymnastics that were needed when talking with someone from the future who did not always clarify the time period being discussed.

“So better ones come out after this one?”

“Oh, way, way better,” Thomas said enthusiastically. “The C5 will be a huge step forward, but when Chevy finally comes out with the C6 and then the C7, they will be engineering marvels that can compete with all the big sports cars, and at a fraction of the cost.”

Denise thought their current “C4” was much nicer than the “C3” that Thomas had a few years before and could not imagine how the next three generations could be so much better.

The trip out of town did the job that was expected and Denise and Thomas chatted about nothing for the whole drive. When they got to Moppyville, they headed directly to the downtown area and avoided the seedier part of town that was at one time home to The Bear.

“I wonder if The Bear is still in jail?” asked Denise. “And,” she paused, but then knew Thomas would press her to continue the thought, “and, I wonder if your to-be-wife, then ex-wife, ever came back?”

Thomas guessed the second question and was ready. “For the first, I hope he’s not out. But then again, if he could give info on anyone higher up in the food chain he may have parlayed that into a shorter sentence.”

“As for Andrea, I bet she got scared away from here, but my guess is that she found another small town to visit on her secret weekends.”

Denise did not have a reply so let the conversation drop. Thomas turned on the blinker and pulled into the valet lane of the hotel.

“Sir, welcome to The Presidential,” the valet opened Thomas’s door. Another opened the door for Denise and offered a hand to help her out.

Thomas pushed a button to open the trunk before exiting. A third valet immediately scooped the bag out of the trunk and headed to reception.

Check-in was just as efficient, with their bag already whisked off to their room before they were handed keys.

In the elevator, Denise and Thomas took a moment to appreciate the impressive artwork that was only seen for a small time but reflected the high quality of the hotel. Thomas thought of Denise’s antics on their last trip – getting naked and streaking from the elevator to their room. When the elevator dinged and stopped at the top floor he saw Denise, just as naked as their first trip. She laughed just as hard at his discomfort as she did on their first time in the hotel.

He wanted to say something. To maybe scold her, but he knew it would do no good, and he was getting hard. His wife looked great and seeing her slowly walk out of the elevator and turn to face him while cupping a breast and lifting it to her lips for a kiss made sure his pants were not fitting correctly.

“Same rules as last time,” Denise said as she cupped her other breast and licked the nipple. “When in the room we’re naked, and there’s no missionary on this trip.”

She turned and walked slowly to their room, giving her butt an extra shake with each step.

Thomas dutifully followed and got the door opened. He had already pulled open the buttons on his shirt and shrugged out of it once inside. His shoes, pants, and underwear quickly followed. Denise was on the bed on her hands and knees. Thomas knew he had one chance to regain the initiative for the weekend. He took Denise’s arm and helped her off the bed. He turned her to the window. She let out a small yip when she realized what was to come.

Thomas opened the curtains with a flourish and stood aside to let Denise lean into the window. She had her arms over her head, her ass was stuck out, her legs spread, her pussy quivered with excitement as she readied for him to enter her. Thomas took his time. He slid his dick under Denise’s pussy and could feel the heat and wetness seeping onto his member. He then let the head slide along her slit without penetrating her until he popped free and slid along the top side of her ass crack. On the way back to his destination, he slowly poked at her butt hole before bending his knees and taking aim.

Denise was groaning in expectation as she waited. She squirmed her ass and tried to get him to hurry which only caused him to delay a short time longer. Eventually, he raised his bent legs causing his rod to slide easily into Denise and completely fill her wet tunnel.

“Ahh,” Denise exclaimed as Thomas slid in and held still. Before she could react further, Thomas used his lubricated thumb to push against her asshole and penetrate her again. That’s all it took. Denise orgasmed hard and bucked against Thomas as she felt the waves of pleasure pass through her body.

Sweaty and sated, Denise looked up and through the window. Thomas looked over her shoulder. At the same time, they saw a man watching them from the hotel directly across the street. He had his pants around his ankles and was masturbating fast. While they watched, he blew his load against the window in several long, thick streaks. He looked back to Denise and Thomas and offered a thumbs up before he he turned and ventured deeper into his room.

Denise could not suppress a nervous giggle, “We had an audience.”