Where is the passion when you need it the most, I thought. Frustrated, I gave up trying to wake her and rolled over to my lonely side of the bed. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how things used to be. My first thoughts were of those honeymoon months when we couldn’t get enough of each other. I remember how much she used to love it when I would come home at lunchtime for some afternoon delight. Now I was lucky if she was at home when I came by.

Unable to sleep I got up and went into the study. A stack of cases I had brought home from the office sat on my desk. I sat down and stared at them, they stared back mockingly, perhaps this was the reason our relationship had gone sour. I was working too much. Still I always made sure I had time for her, at least I thought I did.

My heart ached for her and the way things used to be. On my desk I picked up a picture of the two of us in Aruba. The picture was taken the one time we ventured out of the room. The rest of our vacation was spent in each other’s arms. I closed my eyes and sat back. If I tried hard enough I could smell the ocean breeze. In my mind I could hear the ocean waves breaking on the shore. My nipples hardened as I thought of our first night there.

I had just been handed the key to our room when she got that look in her eyes. She snuggled up close to me on the counter and took the keys from me. On the elevator ride up she playfully played with my skirt. The bellman tried not to notice but the bulge in his pants gave him away. I tried to push her hand away but she was having too much fun, so I played along. I tried to act normal as her hand slid up my thigh. My body tensed as one of her fingers slipped into me. With eager strokes she rubbed my clit. It was all I could do not to scream out.

From the reflection of the doors I could see the bellman was really enjoying our little show. His eyes were glued to my crotch. He watched intently as she started to finger fuck me. I was just about to cum when we reached our floor. The expression on the bellman’s face sent us both into hysterics. I felt bad for him, but the tip I gave him more than made up for it.

After he dropped off our luggage, the bellman shuffled around and took his time leaving. I thought he was waiting for an invitation to join us. As soon as he left, she pounced on me, pinning me to the door. Her kisses were hungry, her tongue buried into my mouth with force. I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her down to her knees. She had some unfinished business to take care off.

I covered her head with the layers of my skirt. I grasped the doorframe as she buried her wet tongue inside my hole. Her lips tightened around my clit as she sucked and pulled on it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck!” I screamed out.

Her long finger dug inside of me as she continued to suckle on my clit. I let go of the door and massaged my breasts, pinching my nipples until they were nice and hard. She let go of my clit and shoved her tongue inside my pussy, drinking up all of my sweet juice. That had been the first of many orgasms that weekend.

I placed the picture face down on the desk, and returned to bed. For several minutes I watched her sleep. She had such a sweet smile on her face, a look of contentment. Perhaps like me, she was dreaming of Aruba.