The Quean of Wales

“Hey” I smile from the bed, he’s already up, dressed in shorts and tshirt. My head is a little fuzzy from last night’s wine but not too bad. 

“Hey yourself, sleep well?” 

“I did actually, I’m surprised but definitely happy about that!” It can’t have been the ache that helped me sleep, so I assumed it was the contentedness of a good night. The ache certainly hadn’t diminished, and I already had my hand between my legs under the sheets. I was used to waking up wet but rarely this turned on, but I was full of horny anticipation about what might happen today.  

“Are you actually playing with yourself under there” Paul looked at me, amused and slightly disgusted I thought. 

“Umm” I blushed. I hadn’t really realised I was doing it; he’s never caught me before. “Do you want to come over here..?” I asked, making eye contact and smiling. He shook his head “We’ve got to get to breakfast, it’s gone 10am and we’ve got our sauna appointment at 11, remember?” 

Always thinking with their stomachs. 

I reluctantly stopped playing and got up, brushing past him as I headed to the bathroom. As I did, he took my hand, making me turn and kissed me on the lips. “Go get ready”. 

I kissed him back, smiled at him, turned and did my best to sashay my way to the bathroom, hoping he’d enjoy the view of me in nothing but my little, dirty thong. 

I showered and got myself ready, putting on my peach-coloured bikini and a white chiffon over the top and we headed to breakfast. 

I had coffee, a croissant and some fruit. Paul had a cooked breakfast. We didn’t stay long, and by 10:45 we were leaving the hotel, heading to the sauna which was only a few minutes' walk away.  

Confession: I’m not a fan of saunas. Paul loves them but I suffer from an unquiet brain and the idea of sitting still, sweating, for an hour does absolutely nothing for me. Same as sunbathing really. But at least you can read a book on the beach, I think it would go soggy in a sauna. 

But this was about us, not me, and Paul was really looking forward to it. The setup was lovely, no denying that. A pretty basic cabin but right on the seafront and the tide was in so there was only a thin strip of beach separating us from the sea.  

We checked in and Paul gleefully produced four towels he’d ‘borrowed’ from the hotel.  

“Why do we need four towels” I’m obviously no stranger to needing extra towels but I had no idea why we needed so many in this case.  

“You’ll see”, he grinned, handing me two of them. 

We went in and damn it was hot. I sat down and instantly stood back up again, “fuck!” I might be a senior business exec but I can be really stupid. Paul laughed and pointed at my towels. “One to sit on, one to dry yourself with, dummy”.  

“You could have told me you fucking bastard!” I tried to hit him with the towel but missed.  

I folded it, sat on it and asked what was next. 

“Just chill” he said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. 

Just chill. When it’s at least a thousand degrees in here. Sure. 

I tried to relax, closing my eyes. We had our swimming clothes on, this was a public sauna after all but we were alone, and my hand inevitably drifted between my legs. I can’t really relax doing nothing, but I can absolutely zone out while edging. I wasn’t going to edge here, but since there was nothing else to do I may as well have a little play, right? So I relaxed... 

Until there was a knock at the door. I pulled my hand away from my thighs, sitting bolt upright and trying not to look guilty. Paul still had his eyes closed, I don’t think he noticed what I’d been doing. 

“Hi, come in” I said in my best I-havent-been-touching-myself voice.  

The door opened and a familiar face peered around the door. 

“CJ!” I said. Paul instantly opened his eyes, smiling at her. 

“Umm, hi, I had some time to kill before lunch, and since I had my swimming things with me anyway, I thought I’d see if you minded if I joined you? I can always get a coffee or something, I don’t want to intrude”. 

“ohh no it’s fine, please join us!” said Paul, quick as a flash before I’d even blinked “come sit down”. 

“You’re so kind, thank you so much.” 

She too had been wearing a chiffon, which she slipped over her head before putting her towel down on the bench opposite us, it seemed I was the only sauna dummy here 

She turned her back on us to put the towel down, bending over in her little purple bikini. Paul’s eyes were out on stalks. 

She turned and sat.  

“Did you have a good night last night?” She asked me but Paul answered before I could say a word. 

“It was great thank you! We had a really good time with you at the pub and then, well, going to bed was pretty fun too.” 

I was crimson. I was the adventurous one, the deviant here, but just like last night he was taking over and I was sat here blushing. My cunt twitched. 

“Ohh I can imagine, how could you not with your beautiful wife in that beautiful hotel room. I’m really looking forward to seeing it later, I’ve still never stayed anywhere with a rolltop bath!” 

I blushed again, the vision of her, where I had been yesterday, doing what I did yesterday, was strong in my minds eye.  

She sighed happily, and just like Paul, closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. 

I tried to do the same but I couldn’t relax, and I couldn’t even help my mind drift by touching any more, not with her here. Could I? 

No Sarah. You can’t. 

I sighed, internally, and did the same as them, trying to relax but getting wetter by the minute as I planned and fantasised about how the rest of the day was going to go. 

Somehow I did manage to zone out though because I realised Paul’s hand was on my leg 

“Sarah, wake up, it’s almost time to go.” I had apparently actually fallen asleep. I must have been more relaxed than I realised, but how could I possibly be relaxed with this ache between my legs and this giddy excitement that was making it difficult to think about anything else. 

“Are you ok love?” Paul sounded slightly concerned. “You were moaning in your sleep a little, is it the heat?” 

Fuck. Yes, definitely the heat. Absolutely the heat. 

“I’m fine, but I am hot. I’m looking forward to my shower.” 

I stood and went to open the door, but Paul held me back. He gestured, to where CJ too had apparently fallen asleep. I smiled, at least she hadn’t noticed my moans. 

I put my hand on her shoulder and gently called her name “CJ wake up darling, we’re out of time.” She opened her eyes and looked at me, muzzily, but behind her slight confusion there was something else too. I offered a hand and she stood, as Paul, ever the gentleman, opened the door for us. We walked out into the much cooler air outside, and I realised she was still holding my hand. 

“Towels!” Paul called out and we giggled, walking back in to collect our towels, entirely out of mind for a weird minute.  

There were no showers at the sauna, the only ones available were at the other end of the beach, but as we were so close to our hotel we decided to go there instead. CJ may as well use the facilities too!  

I put my clean towel around my waist and put my chiffon back on. CJ just stayed in her bikini, she shivered slightly, so Paul offered her his towel to put round her shoulders but she declined, saying it was just the sudden change, she was fine but definitely looking forward to a shower. We walked three abreast around the harbour to the hotel, CJ in the middle, Paul didn’t stop asking questions about her, what her plans were for the week, where she was going on holiday, I barely spoke but her hand did brush mine more than once, and she was definitely walking a little closer to me than she was to Paul, but he was paying all his attention to her. 

A couple of minutes later we arrived at the hotel and went up to our room.  

“Wow!” she exclaimed, “this is some room, it’s gorgeous. And look at the bath!” she pulled back the net curtains and opened the doors to the balcony. “You can literally have a bath and watch the world go by!” 

“Would you like to?” said Paul. I frowned, it was definitely too soon to be making such suggestions. 

“Oh no I couldn’t possibly, but I will have a shower if that’s ok.” 

We let her go first. While she was in there I chided Paul for suggesting she have a bath right there in front of us. “But she’s so obviously interested in us!” he said. He wasn’t wrong, I had a feeling she was too. But that seemed a little too good to be true. Could we really be less than a day in to our dirty weekend and considering adding ecstasy and CJ to the mix? 

Well, yes. We could. If there was one thing I’ve learned from my kinky adventures away from Paul it was to never pass up an opportunity. The biggest problem with a threesome where two were a couple, to my mind, was probably that one of the couple would be much more into the third than they would their partner, which would upset the other. This was probably not going to be the case with us, because last night I got inexplicably turned on by his flirting with her and blatant admiring of her body, in front of me. 

“Do you think she does ecstasy? Paul asked, his mind must be heading where mine was. 

“I don’t know. There isn’t enough for three though, I don’t think anything will happen if we take too little. Kate said she’d measured it out for us.” 

“Should we ask?” he said. 

“Well, if she’s not keen she’ll probably make a sharp exit so it can’t do any harm unless she calls the police on us!” I laughed. I didn’t think that was realistic. She’d leave in a hurry if she thought we were some weird druggy couple, but I think she’d be ok with the notion we took some things once in a while even if she didn’t want to participate. 

“But what are we going to do, go clubbing or something? There doesn’t seem to be much life around here. Tenby isn’t far though, do you think they’ve got a decent rock club?”  

Like me Paul really didn’t do ‘clubbing’; where we grew up the clubs were dirty, sticky, occasionally violent places to go after the pubs closed. I suspected the clubs in Tenby would be similar, and we’d be twice everyone’s age.  

“I doubt it, but what I was hoping for was our own little club here. Music in the room, the balcony, the bath...the bed. And just you and me.” 

“Oh, but I thought...” 

“Pervert” I said, with a grin on my face. “Are you seriously suggesting we invite her to share our intimate evening together?”. I was dripping wet at the thought, but I wanted him to lead this. 

“Sarah.” He took my hands and looked at me. “Can we invite her to join us if she wants to?” He leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back. 

“Why do you want her to join us?” I asked, I was being a tease now. 

“Umm, because...I” He didn’t know what to say. 

“Is it because you want to fuck someone younger, tighter and prettier than me?” 

“No, I... wouldn’t it be great to just have another woman with us, we’ve never done it before” 

“Are you sure it's not because she’s slim and blonde and toned and all the things I am not...?” 

“No, I just really like the idea of the three of us, just, you know.”. I did know. But we weren’t quite on the same wavelength. 

CJ chose that moment to come out of the bathroom. 

She was dressed in shorts and an off the shoulder t-shirt, the strap of a bra or another bikini top visible where her shoulder was bared. I smiled at her, kissed Paul and looked at him meaningfully and shook my head in the negative very gently and then took my turn in the bathroom. 

I enjoyed the warm water on my body, allowing myself and my fingers to drift a little but not for too long. I wondered if Paul was flirting with her while I was showering.  

I dressed, green bra and knickers, a matching set for once, and a summer dress, light and loose but pretty. CJ had been sat in the armchair across from Paul who was sat on the bed. “Your turn” I said. “Hurry up, I’m hungry!” 

He went into the bathroom and I sat, asking CJ a few questions of my own. She was very attentive, leaning forwards like she couldn’t get enough of my conversation. For my part, the ache between my legs just got worse. I asked about the nightlife in Tenby and she confirmed pretty much what I thought about the clubs but said there were some decent bars and restaurants.  

“But this place is so much nicer...” I was about to ask what she meant by that when Paul came out of the bathroom, just in his shorts. We all chatted while I let him peacock around the room for a few minutes before reminding him that they had a dress code at the hotel restaurant and he would have to put a shirt on. He pulled on a t-shirt and we headed downstairs. 

Lunch was nice but unremarkable. We shared a bottle of white wine and mostly made small talk. The table was round so we could all talk to each other easily, but again I thought CJ was leaning closer to me than to Paul. Possibly this was because I was quite quiet at this point, introspective and working out how and if what I wanted to do was a good idea, but also possibly because Paul just wouldn’t leave her alone after our chat earlier. My tipsy confession last night that I got turned on by him staring at CJ and our earlier conversation hadn’t quite yet turned into permission for him to actually flirt with her, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying. 

The thing was, I didn’t want him to flirt with her. 

I wanted him to fuck her. 

This wave of desire and realisation overwhelmed me briefly. 

I wanted him to fuck her.  

I wanted him to fuck her in front of me, while I stayed denied. 

I wanted to see all the passion he denied me, given to this much younger, beautiful woman. Slim and lithe and toned and blonde, so different to me. I wanted him to have this experience, to have her. I could feel myself dripping. My underwear hadn’t stayed clean for long. 

I looked at her closely while she chatted to Paul, she really was stunning. She turned and saw me looking at her, smiled. I noticed her eyes flick down for a moment, then back up to me, and I realised my hand was under the table, I’d been rubbing without realising. Fuck! 

I coughed and pretended I was straightening my dress, which caused Paul to look too, at my now crimson face. 

“Are you ok babe?” CJ peered a little closer and putting her hand on my arm, which was like an eclectic shock to me. I jumped, and she took her hand away very quickly “Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean...” 

“It's ok” I breathed, my heart beating fast “I’m just a bit...nervous” 

“Why are you nervous babe?” CJ asked me gently, “What’s going on?” 

Paul coughed “More wine anyone?” and picked up the bottle to top us up, CJ first. I gratefully had a refill and took a big gulp. I wanted to drink a lot more, but that wasn’t a good idea considering what we had planned. 

I took a breath. “Well, you remember I said last night we were here this weekend to get a bit more intimate with each other?” She nodded, “We were planning on taking a little bit of ecstasy together and just enjoying ourselves in our room, we haven’t ever done it together before, I really want us to try it.” Deep breath. “But we hadn’t planned on meeting you, you’re delightful and we both really enjoy your company, so we wondered perhaps if we should all go out somewhere this evening instead and share the E if you’re interested”. That isn’t what we wondered at all, but it was a safe opening gambit I thought.  

“Ohh I’d love to!” She grinned, almost bouncing in her chair “That would be fantastic.” I breathed out. “But I don’t think Tenby is the place for us tonight.” 

“Oh. Somewhere further afield then?” Paul asked. 

“No babe,” she replied. “Lets stay here.” She lowered her voice “Why don’t we chill in that lovely room of yours? I don’t know about the ecstasy but I’d love your company, we can put some music on, get room service if we want it...and that bath, I’d love a bath. Not to be weird about it, but it's so beautiful! Let's just see what happens?” 

Paul and I looked at each other, both barely able to keep the grins from our faces. We nodded at each other. 

“yes, yes, that's a wonderful idea” I said, Paul agreeing. 

“Great, it's a date!” CJ grinned. “Not an actual date like, we’d have to go out for that.” She giggled. “But I don’t know what you call it when you spend an evening in a stranger's hotel room. Well, I do, but that's not often complimentary. Fuck, stop taking CJ”. 

She was nervous too. But things were working out swimmingly well. 

As I later found out, it was going swimmingly well for CJ too, but not quite in the way I would have expected. 

We had to drive home tomorrow and didn’t want to be up entirely all night, so we agreed we’d eat early, us at the hotel and CJ at her place, then she’d get a taxi over for around 7. 

We finished lunch and CJ went home, kissing us both before she left and walking away swinging her hips very seductively. We both watched her walking down the drive of the hotel. I was so desperate to touch myself but managed enough self control not to do it standing outside the hotel. Paul put his arm around my waist, letting his hand fall to my backside, giving it a squeeze. “What shall we do now?”