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Em had decided to go away for the weekend. She sometimes did this, often as a lesson to Ambrose who insisted on working far longer hours that Em considered reasonable. Sometimes, though, she took a weekend trip because she wanted a hot massage and some uncomplicated sex. This was one of those weekends. She was going to a little beach resort they both knew well and frequently visited. It was about three hours away by car and Em had organized her Friday so she could depart by four o’clock to beat the peak hour traffic. She knew Ambrose wouldn’t be home until around seven. She didn’t leave a note. She never did. He’d know she’d gone away for the weekend and that she’d be back late on Sunday. Em thought he might believe she was having an affair. She didn’t really mind if that’s what he thought. But she wasn’t. She’d only had one affair throughout their marriage and she was sure Ambrose knew about çankaya escort that, though he’d never mentioned it. But she did like uncomplicated sex now and then and this was one of those times. Mostly she got this by having a hot massage. That was her plan this weekend. She’d already booked with the little spa in the beach town. They knew her and were very discreet. She’d booked a nine pm appointment at her accommodation. Terry, who had massaged and fucked her before, and very nicely, thank you, would be there then. While Em was packing up the last few things she was taking with her she had a little secret smile about this. She always tipped Terry before the massage. He had always come through with flying colours, in a manner of speaking. Em dressed for the drive. It was summer and nicely warm. She put a on a little top over her tiny take-it-off-me keçiören escort bra and some denim shorts over her very tiny black lace string. She was already hot for it. Vic was thrown in the bag. He was her vibrator and went everywhere with her. Two little bikinis and a beach wrap followed him into the bag. One of her non-iron long dresses followed, for dinner out on Saturday night, and a day-dress and three bra-and-panties sets. Her wash-bag went in next, and cigarettes, a pack of condoms, a bottle of whisky and a bottle of wine, and her smart phone and charger. She checked the time; all done by three-fifty. At four pm she swung her car out of the garage and onto the road. By four-fifteen she was on the freeway and she knew that barring traffic snarls she’d be checking into her apartment on the beach by seven. She made good etimesgut escort time and was there by six-fifty. Two hours before Terry Hour. That was good. On the drive down she’d recalled her conversation earlier that day with a girlfriend who had called to ask her out for drinks that evening. Em had said she couldn’t because she was going away for the weekend. Her girlfriend had demanded all the details and Em had told her. Her girlfriend, an old work colleague, had told her she was cancelling drinks and getting a hot massage instead. Em had told her she was glad to have been of service. They had had both laughed and made a date for drinks midweek. “We can compare notes,” she told Em. Em had thought, “Not bloody likely,” but had said, “Yes, why not.” On the drive down Em had thought about what was coming up that evening, both figuratively and literally. Terry had lived in Thailand and was well schooled in very friendly massage techniques. Equally plainly, he had fucked many very inventive Thai ladies. Em had a sudden thought about Terry’s hands between her legs and got very hot. She was driving on cruise control. She opened her bag which she’d put on the front passenger seat and rummaged around in it. Eventually she found Vic.
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