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My wife of thirty years loves a challenge, the harder the better and once she sets herself a goal, she rarely stops until she achieves it. Knowing this, I was not surprised when I saw the young lady from Unit 9 eating breakfast alone and despite derisively chiding myself as being little better than Pavlov’s dog, I felt my cock begin to stiffen even as I walked to the table to take her order.

Over the next couple of minutes, the pretty young woman followed a now familiar script as she explained that her husband had picked up a stomach bug and would spend the day recuperating in their unit whilst she planned to continue with the day-long tour of the city that they had booked with the help of my wife just the night before.

I made all the requisite commiserating comments before placing her order with the chef, hoping that the bulge in my chinos was not overly obvious as I completed the breakfast shift.

My penis was still relatively erect as I closed and locked the door to the small restaurant attached to our modest set of motel units just as the tour bus picked up the pretty young wife from Number 9.

I walked into the front office where my wife Wendy was taking a booking on the phone. In her early fifties, she was in great shape, wearing a dress that showed off her ample cleavage, flat stomach and voluptuous arse to perfection. An outfit that was in great contrast to her regular jeans and t-shirt and one that served an obvious role in the current role of seductress that we both knew she was embarking upon, but that neither of us openly acknowledged.

I pressed my semi-erect cock against her soft arse and brushed just enough of her wavy brown hair away from the side of her face to place my lips against the sweetly perfumed nape of her neck. Without missing a beat as she continued to speak on the phone, she arched her back enough to press herself against my now stiff and wagging cock as she allowed me to nibble on one of her ears.

“I hear the young guy in Unit 9 is ill”, I offered as her conversation ended and she hung up, “Just saw his wife head off for the day alone.”

“Really?” she replied in a tone that suggested she couldn’t care less, but I saw a small smile play across her lips in the reflection from the computer screen.

“You look great today”, I continued, repeating well-rehearsed lines as she typed a booking into the computer with her right hand, while her left reached behind and pressed itself flatly against my throbbing cock.

“And you feel great”, she grinned as she turned to face me, planting a sisterly kiss on my cheek as she fondled my cock through my pants, “But I’m afraid I’ll have to take a raincheck.”

“He can wait an hour”, I replied sourly as I attempted to place my lips upon hers as I rubbed my dick against her, “His wife has only just left!”

“An hour?”, scoffed Wendy with loving humour in her voice, markedly ignoring my outburst, “You’ve got tickets on yourself!”

She giggled softly, “Besides, you’d smudge my make-up and it took me ages this morning to look this good. His wife is half my age; it was harder than usual to hook this one.”

“You always look great”, I replied sulkily, unable to drag my eyes away from her magnificent cleavage and the merest hint of stiffening nipples pressing against the material, “He’s a fool if he doesn’t recognise that.’

A look of genuine love and affection softened her handsome features and for the briefest of moments, I thought she might change her plans.

“Tonight”, she whispered softly, “You know I’m worth the wait.”

I was replacing a blown lightbulb on the verandah when Wendy walked past me without a word of acknowledgement. Her “special occasion” perfume

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