We booked a romantic weekend away for just the two of us, 5 star with no kids, Spa treatments, fancy dinners and even a haphazard attempt at golf. But I’m sure no one wants to read about me spending my afternoon rummaging for balls in the rough.
The first night was our typical romantic weekend away routine, wine and dine, then retire to our room and share a nice candlelight bath with some intense love making. Your typical married for years, bodies become one, slow, sensual love making, nothing worthy of be called ‘gonewild’. But still amazing sex full of love, the second night on the other hand was the polar opposite.
Having spent most of the afternoon teasing and failing to get hubby to indulge in some risky public behaviour in and around the hotel grounds, I was sexually frustrated to say the least. A quickie back in our room before dinner satisfied me temporarily, but alas I needed more, I needed a thrill, something new and exciting. Hubby could sense this too and throughout dinner we brainstormed ideas, many pure fantasy or unattainable but one stood out and we agreed to play it out and see if it would work.