The Client's Proposal

Hello, Again

Alex

I woke up abruptly. It took several moments for me to remember where I was. It didn't take nearly as long for me to clench my jaw and groan quietly. The weight of the sheet laying across my middle section felt like ten tons of pressure against my cock. Before my eyes opened my hand shoved the sheet away and gripped the throbbing erection on its own accord.

"Fuck," I groaned again and no amount of squeezing was going to ease the pulse. You planned this weekend for this exact reason, I had to remind myself. My eyes opened and I looked across the bed. An overwhelming feeling of frustration washed over me as I came to find that the bed was empty beside me. "Damn it."

My jaw locked for an entirely different reason and I slid from the bed. Before I could go on the search to find the blonde/brunette beauty I had spent the night with and fell asleep next to, my phone started vibrating on the table. My wife's name lit up the screen and I almost let it go to voicemail. As much as I would like to ignore her, I couldn't.

After all, she did have my children. I answered, "What is it?" The irritation was thick in my voice and I didn't care if she got the shit end of my attitude. She was interrupting my morning.

"Good afternoon to you too, husband." Elana's sarcasm matched the depth of my irritation. I glanced at the clock which read 12:26. Damn. Before I could get a chance to reply with a hot retort, she went on. "I'm just calling to remind you about the twins. I dropped them off at camp this morning. They will be waiting for you next week to pick them up. Just don't forget, okay?"

It was typical Elana behavior. Typical for the last two years, anyway. No connection, no communication, no intimacy. No sex...just demands and her secret affair with an ER resident. "I remember, Elana. I have an assistant for this and I also talk to my children several times a week. Anything else?" The faster I got this conversation over with, the faster I could deal with Jillian. I'd had my fair share of listening to my wife's mouth while I had a hard cock at the same time. Only difference was, this time it would be taken care of. 

"Yea, you don't always have to be such a dick, Alex." Classic. The line disconnecting was a silent "Fuck you". Thank God. I tossed the phone onto the duvet and my dick replaced it in my hand. With every step I took down into the lounge and over to the breakfast table, I stroked myself. There was a half eaten plate of bacon and eggs beside a full untouched plate. There was also a note in almost perfect penmanship:

Tried to wake you for breakfast. Gone down to the pool.

The note didn't change my mood either. If anything, it made everything worse. The entire time I slipped into a very civilian outfit, I stayed pouting like a manchild. She was supposed to fucking be in bed beside me. For my pleasure. Yet here I was, snatching the room key from my wallet and leaving the suite on a mission.

It didn't surprise me that the Hotel was bustling with life. Every employee I passed greeted me with the utmost respect. People were shuffling into and out of the dining room for lunch when I passed the arched doorway after slipping through the lobby.

Music and sunshine greeted me when I went through the heavy, glass double doors that led out to the pool area. "Good afternoon, Sir. Would you like a drink?" The tender behind the bar asked me as I passed the stools.

A very strong glass of bourbon sounded heavenly but not this morning. I tried not to mix alcohol and punishment. Especially when I was in a foul mood. Things could get brutal. It took me several sweeps around the outdoor lounge before I spotted all of those long coppery curls. She was laying on her stomach, stretched over a lounge chair.